Chapter 3
George did take the test again, but he didn't wait the five minutes. In about 45 seconds her gloved hands had his cock standing up proudly, ready for action and any teacher would have given him an A for the vigorous efforts that followed.
When they had finished Olga slid back under the wheel and as she tugged her skirt down over her gorgeous legs George realized with dismay that was to be all as she started up the car and ordered him down on the floor once again, paying him no further attention.
George sat dejectedly under the dashboard as the car hummed along and once again the old familiar feeling of lack of confidence flowed over him. She had taught him many marvelous new things, but she didn't seem in the least impressed and after all she had made him take the third test over again. He began to worry over the fact that he would have to appear before a large group of people in G-string like briefs that did nothing in the way of concealing his cock, even if it was only of average size. Not only that, it was so low cut beneath his powerful abdominal muscles that a great mass of black tendrils tumbled over the top of the snow white shorts, he wasn't at all ready to play Samson to her Delilah.
George's apprehension grew as Olga turned off the highway and drove up a long, curving gravel driveway till finally she drew the car to a halt before the pillared front of a brilliantly lit mansion.
"Now get up, child," she said in her most commanding tone. "And don't be nervous, just follow me. If anything seems unusual to you here, just remember that this is an unusual type of costume ball ... I have a sneaking suspicion that you're going to be the hit of the show."
She took his shaking hand in hers and for the first time the sensation of the exquisite kid on his fingers didn't thrill him, as she led him uncertainly up the great marble steps. As a uniformed butter opened the door to their ring, George knew that she wasn't joking when she said that this was going to be a different sort of party. He was uniformed in the typical manner from the waist up, but the only thing he had on below was a well stuffed jock strap.
George recognized the strains of a Strauss waltz from an unseen orchestra as they entered the ballroom. He was so startled that he almost fell on his face at what he saw. It was a costume party all right, but unlike any that he had ever heard of. Both men and women were in the most bizarre costumes imaginable. Sex was the theme and it seemed that without regard to modesty, every female was attempting to show off her charms in the most exciting way possible. They used every material under the sun, from peek-a-boo black lace, to diaphanous black silk. However the most popular material by far was leather and it was used in many different and intriguing ways.
One towering redhead with great pendant breasts that covered all of her upper torso down to her navel, was perched teeteringly on at least nine inch stiletto heels that were attached to a pair of mid-thigh high shining black kid boots. To enable the heels to be so high, the boots had platform soles at least six inches thick. She just stood there, teetering on her heels, obviously able to walk just a little if any and George wondered if she had been carried to the spot. Above the nipped-in boot tops shining black nylons were stretched to the bursting point over her chubby thighs. She was far overweight, but somehow the sight of her standing there helplessly on her stilt heels, all strapped in with black unmentionables, it was as eye-popping a scene as George had ever witnessed. She was strapped in so tight that George half expected her to explode out of her tautly stretched garments, sending the filmy panties, garter belt, bra and hose in all directions. Some were in agonizingly tight leather corsets, others more conservative in daringly cut leather sheaths. The men weren't quite as exposed as the women but they all had one thing in common, whatever they wore around their loins was cut as tight as possible to emphasize and outline the shape and size of their cocks.
George was puzzled because he didn't see any that matched the size of his own. "They must all have small ones," he mused.
The huge redhead spotted George standing in the doorway to the ballroom with Olga, her large green eyes wandered down over George's almost nude form in a way that seemed to reach out and caress every knotted muscle intimately. Her luscious lips formed a wide O of surprise as she noted his immense cock, straining the taut cotton briefs. She moved towards them, teetering atop her nine inch heels, her huge pendulums slithering around on her soft torso. George couldn't see how it was possibly for her wispy black lace bra to stand the strain of their great weight any longer. Great, thumb-sized nipples punched out at the diaphanous lace.
Finally she managed to reach them and she held up a meaty arm to grasp Olga, saying, "Why Olga dahling, I'm so glad that you are living in our area again. I've missed you, baby ... wherever did you find this cute child? I would certainly remember if HE had ever been to one of our get togethers before ... WOW, is he built."
"You're the LAST one I would tell, Dotty, remember I saw him first and finders keepers. George, I'd like to introduce you to our hostess for tonight, Mr. Dorothy Wainright ... he's quite a lad isn't he, Dottie? He sure passed my tests with flying colors."
"Well he hasn't passed the club's initiation test yet," she said with a smile, turning and gesturing to two men in skintight shorts standing nearby. "Turk, Alphonso, we have a prospective member here tonight, prepare me for his initiation please."
"What initiation?" George asked fearfully. "And what does she mean to prepare her for my initiation?"
"Oh don't worry about it, Georgie, she likes to be beaten a bit, that's all ... every new member has to oblige her," Olga said.
"But I don't want to join any club," George whined. "And I'm certainly not going to beat her."
"You'll beat her or you'll never lay another hand on me," Olga snapped fiercely, her lovely eyes slitting in anger.
The general hub-bub of conversation ceased as the two men led the magnificent hostess through the throng with George meekly following. The people drifted back revealing a silken mattress on the floor in the center of the ballroom with steel posts bolted to the floor at its four edges with four lengths of chain and shackles attached. Dotty lay face down on the mattress, her monstrous orbs cushioning out from her great weight. One of the men grabbed her wrist roughly and attached a shackle to it, clamping it tight and inserting a tapered steel peg into two eyelets which held her wrist firmly captive. He repeated the process with the other wrist while the other man did the same with her booted feet, causing her to lie spread-eagled with her enormous round buttocks quivering with expectancy.
Dotty pretended to struggle in an attempt to get free, the rough steel edges of the shackles cutting cruelly into her wrists. George stood quaking at the foot of the mattress as the lights in the room slowly dimmed. Then a spotlight snapped on and they were centered in its brilliant glare. There were audible gasps from the women in the assemblage as the spotlight illuminated for all to see George's rock-hard prick in its flimsy covering, quivering with youthful vitality.
"What a GREAT addition to our group," a woman squealed.
"Geeze and he's just a kid," a man exclaimed enviously.
Then one of the men went to an ancient steel chest that George hadn't noticed previously and inserted a key in a massive lock. When he had opened it and pulled up the lid George gasped at the contents. It was filled with an assortment of medieval torture devices, which although crudely made, could obviously be very efficient. He withdrew a vicious looking bull whip, broad leather belt studded with octagonal shaped steel spikes and leather arm bands studded similarly.
As the man attached the belt and arm bands to George's waist and arms, the other man took out a black leather hood and slipped it over his head. As George peered through the eye-slits and took the offered whip in his powerful hands, a feeling of power and domination flowed over him as though he were settling into a hot tub. He knew that the leather belt and arm bands set off his thick chest with its premature covering of matted black hair and his blacksmith-like arms with their bulging biceps and rippling forearm muscles.
Silence settled like a cape over the assemblage as he spread his powerful legs with their slab-like thigh muscles, his massive tool stretching the minute briefs to their limit. He cracked the whip over his head a few times to get the feel of it as his eyes bored into her massive white buttocks like twin stilettos.
Dottie had twisted her head around to watch as he cracked the long whip in the air, gradually lowering its vicious arc in the direction of her protruding globes, fear etched on her face, but her lovely eyes glistening with excitement. She was reverting to the little girl stage as her excitement grew, babbling almost incoherently. "Oh master, don't strike me on my bare bum with that nasty whip ... I won't be a bad little girl anymore."
But her frantic pleas went for naught as George lashed out with the whip and the heavy cheek jiggled under the impact of the hard leather, a red welt immediately forming on its concave surface as though it had been marked with crimson lipstick. Crack-crack-crack, the cruel leather bit into her soft flesh repeatedly as he moved about, finding new, snowy white surfaces to hit. For one unfamiliar with the art of using a bullwhip he was amazingly accurate.
George resembled a medieval executioner as he exerted every ounce of power that he could muster from his powerful body as he continued to lash away. Only when her huge buttocks were a fiery red did he cease his efforts and stare at the results of his lashing. She was twisting about on the mattress groaning, not in pain but in passion. A tall willowy brunette encased in a skin tight suit of black kid from toe to neck sensed this and dashed forward. She threw herself on her knees in front of George and without any preliminaries tugged his briefs down over his powerful thighs, his great cock springing to attention once released from its flimsy confinement.
"Oh master ... I MUST get you primed for her," she screamed as she jammed her luscious lips over him, her head bobbing frantically.
"And now I must prepare your slave for the entrance of your royal monster," she screamed as she released him and kneeled between the shackled hostess's splayed legs, leaning forward and plunging her face deep into the shadowy cleavage between her buttocks.
Dotty whimpered and her great white buttocks shook as though they were in the firm grip of a vibrating machine, the eager crowd realizing that the woman's rapier-like tongue was doing its job well as she laved the slot and then burrowed her tongue deep into the little brown orifice.
Dotty was thrilled to the core by the strangely sensual caress, the intense pain from her lacerated buttocks gradually dissolving, to be replaced by a glowing warmth that gradually grew to a white heat of passion and desire, desire for the royal monster that was projecting outward from her master's black mesh nest.
Perspiration streamed down her face, not from fear but from breathless anticipation of what she knew was coming as the woman rose, her job done and drifted back into the shadows to become a part of the audience once again.
But the expected onslaught didn't occur. She glanced back awkwardly over her naked shoulders and saw him standing there like a Greek god, fists on hips, the muscles of his powerful forearms bulging, his biceps knotted, the metallic studs gleaming brilliantly in the glare of the spotlight.
"TAKE ME, OH MASTER," Dotty wailed, raising her huge buttocks as high as the chains would permit, wiggling them wantonly as the crowd gasped, her lust-filled eyes riveted on the poker-stick cock that was shining redly in the light. The crowd gasped again, louder this time, as he shook his slim hips just a bit and his massiveness waved back and forth menacingly.
George was enjoying the moment to the utmost. He was the complete master of the situation and he was delighting in it. Not only master of the shackled woman but the crowd as well.
Dotty kept wiggling her raised buttocks seductively, tempting him, knowing that any torment that huge instrument inflicted would be beautiful agony.
The sight of the tiny cleft, saturated from the woman's ministrations, was too much for George as he climbed onto the mattress and knelt between her wide-spread legs, his powerful hands squeezing and pinching her throbbing buttocks cruelly.
"Give it to me, oh master ... give it to me NOW," she screamed, thrusting her hips backward in an attempt to make contact with the monstrous red knob that was gleaming in the spotlight.
She thrilled as she heard low, animal-like growls escaping between his clenched teeth and she knew that the moment she craved was fast approaching, every pore in her fantastic body screaming for it. Then she felt the weight of his body against her as his fevered cock pressed against its lascivious goal. He snapped his hips forward and he was enveloped in a tight cloak of hot wetness as his great head forced the delicate tissues apart. Incredibly she was more pliant than Olga as her tissues stretched to accommodate him.
She screamed repeatedly as he drove into her with piston-like strokes. She arched up from the mattress, the chains rattling as he smashed into her soft buttocks unmercifully, his powerful prick acting as a fuse, igniting a scorching fire in her loins. His powerful hands clung to her shoulders, the nails digging deep as he lunged at her like a lust-mad bull, the sharp metallic studs raking her soft white flesh, making his hard body slippery with her blood.
She was filled with a wild, insatiable craving for even more pain as she began to move in rhythmic response, snapping her lush hips back to meet the impaling lance of fire. She was truly his slave girl, his to do with what he wanted, just so long as he inflicted the sweet torture that she craved. Then he groaned and she felt a searing blast of hot sperm deep inside her kindling her own release, just as powerful, just as devastating.