Chapter 7
Well, I won't bore you with the details, Max, because of course girls get whipped here in the Club, so you know all about it. Mrs. M. soon found herself strapped out in a taut X, ankles tied down to ring-bolts set in the floor, and wrists stretched by ropes from ceiling-pulleys. The Negro guarding her husband was sitting on the floor behind him by now, and had him completely powerless in a full Nelson, so that all he could do was sit and watch. and despise himself as his prick rose stiff and twitching at the spectacle of the three Negroes caning the naked body of his wife.
They always used an ordinary thin 'schoolmaster's cane': and I remember Alec once telling us. (he'd been at one of the best English Public Schools, of course). that 'six on the arse' from one of those canes would reduce tough characters of sixteen and seventeen to the verge of tears, and possibly break the skin here and there. even through trousers: and I seem to recall Ian Fleming's James Bond saying exactly the same thing in one of his books. Well, Mrs. M. used to get eighteen strokes, naked. six on her left thigh, six on her right, and six across her arse. Invariably, she was shrieking from about the third stroke onwards: and invariably, there were little rivulets of blood running down her thighs when the Negroes had finished with her. for Don Marco had forbidden them to be gentle with her: (not that they would have been, for she made a most stirring spectacle tied out in that naked X; and you must remember that Sam and his boys were getting free what the customers had to pay $1000 for, so they always showed marked enthusiasm for their work!) Sometimes the pain would make her pee herself: and then Mr. M. would struggle in his guard's grasp and shout futile obscenities.
She was hanging limply from her wrists when they finally took her down, her arse and thighs an angry red, with the livid weals of the caning standing out all bruised and purple. Sam. (who had kept her two lovely buttocks for himself). gathered her into his arms and carried her over to the couch which was to be the scene of her next ordeal. Marvin lay down on his back in readiness for her: as promised, he was wearing the prick-ring. a band of thin metal one inch wide, covered with blunt truncated spikes or studs: in a trice, the little blonde had been mounted kneeling astride the big black body; then her loins were forced down by willing hands. Her husband gasped in anguish as he watched the stiff black cock with its obscene ring slide slowly into the pretty quim: Mrs. M. herself cried out loudly under the shattering sensation of the metal studs moving deep into her sensitive vagina. then there was a shriek of protest as the second big prick disappeared into her body. this time into her unwilling anus. Finally Sam himself took post, kneeling astride Marvin's head and twining one hand into the woman's blonde locks, to force her head down onto his throbbing cock.
And so they took her, all three at once, while her husband watched and wept with shame. shame at the spoliation of his wife, shame at his own excitement at the spectacle, shame at the masochistic cravings that drove them repeatedly to such depths of degradation. She came once, very early on, under the maddening influence of the blunt studs reaming the inner surface of her vagina as the strong black hands sent her shuttling up and down the two impaling pricks: then she settled down to what she knew from past experience to be her vital task. sucking-off of the prick within her mouth. on this occasion, Sam's. This time she was successful. indeed, almost perfectly so: for all four reached their orgasms simultaneously. the three Negroes groaning in ecstasy as they pumped their hot spunk into the perspiring white body with the angry stripes on thighs and buttocks, and the woman gasping and shuddering as she creamed for the third time that evening. At the end, Marvin's twitchings created such havoc with the blunt spikes inside her cunt that she threw back her head and howled in ecstasy like a dog baying the moon: Sam had not yet finished coming, and the abrupt removal of her mouth resulted in his final spurts shooting out onto her beautiful face, to trickle down in slowly-drying slimy streaks of rich milky spunk.
Finally they released her. (except for her arms, which you will remember had all this time been strapped behind her back). and left her in the care of Marvin, who moved her over so that she could get a good view of Sam and his assistants stringing her husband up in the X position, ready to be caned.
. which he then was, with the same brutal efficiency that she herself had so painfully experienced. six strokes on either thigh, and six across the quivering pain-racked arse. these last again from Sam. Strive as he might to maintain self-control, Mr. M. was quite unable to withstand the cruel biting pain of the eighteen strokes crashing home onto his naked flesh: and before the end of the punishment he was screaming with pain no less loudly than his wife, who now stood passive in Marvin's grip, watching open-mouthed as her husband writhed in his bonds, the tears of agony running freely down his cheeks. He was weak-kneed with pain when they released him; and he offered no resistance as his arms were strapped behind his back and he was forced to his knees. He cried out in revulsion when they drove his body down into a ball, so that he must bend at knees and hips: but they paid him no heed and continued with their task, trussing him firmly with a broad webbing band round his body, under his knees and round over his back, so that his naked arse with its bleeding stripes jutted out behind, motionless and utterly vulnerable.
His guard stepped forward ebony prick gleaming with vaseline: and slowly, inexorably, Mr. M. was buggered with seven inches of hard hot cock. Then the big Negro started reaming away inside the tight passage. slowly at first, but then quicker and quicker as his lust mounted: and soon the man was crying out with the pain as his arsehole was driven rapidly in and out under the Negro's powerful strokes. Mrs. M. shuddered as she saw the big black body stiffen into orgasm and heard the Negro's growl of pleasure. She pictured the hot spunk thudding home deep into her husband's bowels as the nadir of humiliation. as indeed it was: but to the man himself, groaning in his enforced womb-position as his buggerer's crisp bush scraped painfully against his raw buttocks, the shaming orgasm came as a blessed relief.
Then man and wife were brought face to face and tied out in X position, about six feet apart from one another. They gazed helplessly into each other's eyes as Sam and Marvin busied themselves at the cupboards. to reappear each with a firm green nettle-birch clasped in rubber-gloved right hand. The new torment got under way, with the two Negroes plying their fiery birches lightly and methodically over the fronts of the helpless bodies. The two victims writhed in pain as the terrible itching spread over their tortured flesh: the woman's breasts jogged provocatively from side to side as she shook her shoulders in a futile attempt to find relief: then a shrewd blow from Marvin sent them an angry red, and covered the smooth soft flesh with lumpy nettle-rash, so that she cried out in sudden pain. Then it was Mr. M's turn to suffer, as Sam drove his birch up between the parted legs, rubbing the fiery green leaves across the tender flesh of the inner thighs, and all over the wrinkled surface of the sack, so that he shouted out loud in pain.
When the fronts of both bodies were a uniform angry red, the birches were discarded. Then Mrs. M. was released, to be immediately impaled upon her husband's prick, all red and rigid from Sam's tender ministrations with the nettles: but she was not allowed to scratch herself, and her hands were brought round behind her husband's back and there tied together. Immediately she set to work squirming and rubbing herself against him, in an effort to assuage the itching of her body: and when Mr. M. in turn was released, to be pinioned similarly with his arms around his wife's naked body. then there was a vigorous fuck indeed, as both partners worked their bodies urgently against each other. The good work was speeded by the four Negroes, who had armed themselves with long thin-thonged whips. not heavy enough to cause a cutting wound, but certainly capable of inflicting a stinging little bite when flicked against naked flesh: and this encouragement went on from all four sides, so that whichever way they turned another pair of thongs was waiting to hiss in at naked flank and buttock. until finally the unhappy pair achieved a joyless orgasm together, and thus won their release from their tormentors. until next month came round, when they would return again for a duplication of the evening's agonizing 'pleasures'.
Well, Max, I've taken rather a lot of time on Mr. and Mrs. M., I'm afraid. But I wanted you to see the sort of man Don Marco really was. His programme for the M's was bad enough. wasn't it?: but as I say, you wait till I tell you what he did to me in the end!