Chapter 5
"And who is this lovely girl you have with you?" Reggie Peters said to Donald Carter, as his friend walked over to their table.
"This is Mary Rogers," Donald said. "Mary, this is Violet. Violet, Mary."
"Join us," Reggie said. "My treat tonight, Don."
"Thanks old boy," Donald said, as he sat down, leaving Mary standing there. He beckoned for her to sit, and she did.
"Well, you're looking very good," Violet said to Donald.
She would never forget him, because you didn't tend to forget either of the two men who both fucked your cunt at the same time, particularly if it was the first time that it had ever happened to you.
She imagined that she might forget some of the men later on, if it would happen to her a few more times, although she was not at all sure.
"Do you know her?" Mary asked Donald, and Violet could tell that the lovely blonde girl was starting to get jealous. In some ways, she hoped that Mary would, because she wanted to see how Donald would treat his date.
Mary was, indeed, jealous. She knew that Donald was something of a playboy, and she had even seen him in action.
She closed her eyes for a second, and remembered the first time that he had ever forced her to go down on him at G's. She hadn't really loved it, but she had loved the feeling of his come pouring into her mouth.
When she had looked up and seen him with the waitress, however, she had been mad.
Donald had been fingering her most of the time while Mary had been sucking him off, and she detested the idea of it.
He had been cursing at her, and her feelings had been mixed at the time.
But then, when she had pulled her head up, and she had heard Donald talk about what a fast learner she was, she had been shocked.
She had sat down and had had more to drink. It was not until the two of them had left together that she had started to show the anger she was feeling.
"You treated me like I was a piece of dirt," she said to him. "No one has ever treated me like that before."
"You should get used to it, baby," he told her. "If you want to spend some time with me and my kind of crowd, get used to it."
That night, she had told him that she didn't want to, and she could remember how she had gone home to sleep. However, thinking about the club and the kinds of things that went on made her more and more curious.
She had laid up half the night, thinking about some of the women there. She thought about one who had been lying over a table, on her stomach. The man who had been fucking her had definitely been thrusting his cock in and out of her asshole, and although Mary thought that was pretty disgusting, she also thought that the woman was crazy to be letting the man do it to her in public.
She'd hardly even stopped to think that she had been crazy to suck Donald off in public, which was what she had done.
Instead, she had thought about that lady, and how the man had been grinding his dick in and out of her asshole.
At one point, when he had pulled back, Mary had seen how big the man's cock was, and she couldn't believe that the lady was taking him in. She had been thinking that it would be hard to get a man that size into her cunt, let alone her ass.
Then, she had thought about the woman chained to the wall.
By the time she and Donald had left G's that night, the woman had been something of a bloody mess, and yet, as they had walked by her, Mary was sure that she woman had been moaning with pleasure.
Having been whipped a few times by her father, she knew what the difference was between groans of pain, and moans of pleasure, and she knew that the woman who was ragged on the wall was feeling pleasure.
Of course, that had started her thinking. She wondered if she could actually learn to turn pair into pleasure. All those other women at the club seemed to know how to do it, she imagined, including the staff.
Almost all of the waitresses had some kinds of devices on their cunts, which, unless they got used to it, had to be painful. She imagined that the women all had to be used to it. They had to. Otherwise, they just never would have been able to walk around the way that they were.
And certainly if they were in pain, they would not have been smiling the way that they were. She could remember the way Pearl's pussy lips had even started to close around the money that Donald had slipped into her cunt.
That night, she had started to masturbate herself. At first, she had let her hands wander down over her body gently. She had felt the way her nipples got stiff when she plucked at them, and how her cunt got wet when she played with her clit.
However, her pleasure had only shot up to a certain height, and then, after that, it had stayed on the same level.
Mary had known that she was capable of better orgasms. She had had more satisfying ones in her life, and she kept thinking that maybe the things that she had seen in that stupid club were responsible for the way she was feeling.
She had started to pluck at her nipples harder, and then, she had felt a mild rush of pleasure. She had pulled even harder, and the pleasure waves had started to increase even more, until she was coming.
That night, she had made herself come a few times.
She hadn't seen him again for the next few days, and she knew that each time the door to the bank opened and she looked over, she was hoping that it would be him, coming back to give her a second chance.
The night after she had gone out with Donald, David Lewis, and old friend of hers, had called her up and asked her out. At first, she had thought that she should stay home because she wanted to wait to hear from Donald.
But then, she had decided to go out with David, thinking that there was no reason why she shouldn't go out and have fun.
Besides, she knew that David was a good lay. She had fucked him the last few times that she had gone out with him, and he was tender and loving, unlike those men in the club the night before, who were hard and unfeeling.
David had bought her flowers and chocolates, and he had taken her out to the theater, and then to a small restaurant for after-theater dinner. He had gotten her so drunk, that she had started to feel more horny than ever.
During the whole cab ride back to her place, she kept running her fingers through his hair over and over again, and she was loving the way he was blowing warm air into her ears. When he moved his lips to hers and kissed her, she felt the way her pleasures were starting to flow.
When they got back to her place, they stood in front of each other and started to strip off their clothing. She watched the way his fingers worked over his shirt buttons, and she could see his smooth chest.
Then, as she was taking her panties off, he was moving his hand to his underwear. He pulled it down, and she saw his hard cock, surrounded by the thick brown hair.
A few moments later, they were on bed, going down on each other.
She had moved her mouth up and down his shaft, and had been happy that she was on top, so that he wouldn't start to fuck her face too hard.
When she had thought about that, however, she had started to wish that maybe he should get on top of her and fuck her face. She had never really liked to have a man dominate her in that way.
All she had thought about then was Donald, and the way he had fucked her face.
Still, David was eating her cunt nicely. He had her cunt lips spread and he was licking her clit and sucking her pussy hard, so that all the juices were flooding right into his mouth. She could feel herself coming, physically, but as far as the actual pleasures went, they seemed to be at a lull.
When she had felt his cock pulsating in her mouth, she had sucked the come right out, and afterwards, they had laid in each other's arms for a while, stroking each other and speaking softly to each other.
Mary had always loved that before, with him, and with other men, however, she was just not into it as much as she had been before she even knew that a whole other sexual world was in existence. That world, of course, was the world of pain.
She had always associated pain with her father whipping her, and beating her, and pleasure was something else.
She remembered the way Donald told her that she had just not learned how to channel one into the other, and that if she had, she would have been able to put up with the things that her father had done to her.
"Something on your mind?" David had asked her when they were talking, and she knew that she had been dreaming of Donald again.
"No, nothing," she said, and she moved her hand back down between his legs and started to tug on his cock.
Soon, he was hard again, and when that happened, he spread her legs wide and started to mount her. She thought that his cock sliding into her cunt felt so nice, and she could feel the way he was thrusting.
As soon as she thought of a word for it, she hated it.
Gentle. That was what he was doing. He was thrusting in and out of her gently, and she couldn't stand the thought of it. She wondered what he would do if she told him to start fucking her hard, so that their flesh was slapping.
She even though about lifting her legs up higher, and having him spank her ass while he was fucking her cunt. She knew that she liked the idea of it when her cunt began to spasm hard around David's cock, but of course, David was sure that it was his fucking which was making her come so hard.
He had slowed down, and she had waited a while, thinking that she wanted it to end. If he was not going to get harder with her, then she really didn't want it. As far as the fuck sensation of his cock in her cunt went, she kept thinking that she could work a dildo in and out of her body and feel as much pleasure as she was feeling from his cock inside of her.
Mary had hated herself that night, and the only thing that she had liked was the fact that she did not have to really fake her orgasms.
She had never had to fake them with David that night, and chances were good that if she had not been fantasizing about the pain being inflicted upon her, she would have had to do it.
However, each time that she thought about being forced to cater to a man, she would feel her whole body starting to get hotter. Then, she would start to spasm hard around his cock, and he would think that she was loving his fucking.
When he had finally come, she had been happy, because she had wanted it to end.
But then, he had thought he would stay over that night, and she felt terrible telling him that she really didn't want him there.
Three days later, Donald had come back to the bank, just as she was taking lunch. He asked her if she would mind going out to eat with him, and she said no, so long as they didn't go to the G club.
He had taken her to a small, exclusive restaurant, and he had asked her how she was feeling. She acted like everything was all right, when deep down, she knew that it was not. She knew that she was building up feelings for him, and that if she did not control herself soon, she wouldn't be able to stop them.
"I would like to take you out to G's again one night," he said to her. "The only thing is, you really don't seem to fit in there."
"I know I don't have money like most of the people have, but..,. "
"I'm not talking of money now, darling, and you know that. I'm talking about endurance. You were turned off by the theories that the club is run by, and seeing as how that's the case, I can't imagine you're ever wanting to get into it."
"Oh, but I do," she said to him, and she started to turn red.
And so, he had told her that he would take her back, but that she would have to be much more cooperative and understanding that night.
Now they were back, and Mary knew that she wasn't acting right. She told herself that there was no reason to be jealous of this girl Violet, because Donald was her date and Violet was with this Donald Carter.
However, when she opened her eyes and looked, Violet was no longer there. Then, she could see the way the redheaded girl was on . her knees, sucking at Donald's cock. Mary kept her eyes wide open as she watched Violet moving her mouth back and forth over Donald's cock, sometimes taking him all the way down to his balls.
She was ready to say something, when Mario stood up on the stage.
"Well, wait until you see what else we have desire," Janet went on. "I know that Pearl likes to bust her ass to make sure that you're all served promptly, but once in a while, if someone starts to finger this pussy of hers, and she gets too turned on, she'll stand near the table and let the man go on.
"Well, that's cool for the man with the fingers, but what about the one who's ordered a drink and is sitting there waiting? You know the feeling when you're dying for that alcohol, and you look over and see her standing there getting fingered. Don't you' want to take the whip to her?"
"Yeah," a crowd of men started to call out. "Yeah, whip that bitch."
Janet held up the whip again, and cracked it against the bound girl's flesh. She started to whip Pearl over and over again, and she could see the way that Pearl's cunt lips were starting to get wetter.
"Look at that," Janet said. "You can't even punish this cunt if you want to. You can't even do anything to bring her pain, because this bitch has learned how to channel all her pain into pleasure."
"Shouldn't we all," one woman yelled out, and the others all seemed to be in full agreement, except for Mary.
"I bet I can pull her clit and she won't mind," Janet said.
She walked closer to Pearl, and moved her gloved fingers into the girl's cunt. She started to wiggle her clit back and forth faster and faster, and Pearl was soon thrusting her hips back and forth against Janet's fingers.
"Yeah, keep it up, Janet," she started to moan.
But then, Janet pulled her fingers away, and she turned back to the audience.
"To demonstrate. Someone name something that's painful. Someone name something that should make this bitch squirm. Come on, you horny bastards out there. Name something that you'd want to see that will make your cock shoot off and stay hard, because it turns you on that much, that you don't want to lose your hard-on."
Suddenly, there were shouts all over the room, and Mary tried to listen to the things that the men were yelling out.
There were just so many suggestions, though, that soon, it sounded like a mob scene, and she couldn't make out any one single thing.
But then, someone threw a lighter up on the stage, and Janet went over and picked the thing up. She started to run her fingers over it, and she looked into the audience with the. slyest smile on her face.
"I hope I get to keep this thing when it's over," she said.
"Yeah, keep it bitch, but burn her first," one man yelled out.
"Thanks," Janet said. "I always wanted to get me a solid gold lighter."
She moved right in front of Pearl again, and flicked the lighter on. Then, she started to move the flame closer and closer to Pearl's hard brown nipple, and at first, Mary really didn't believe that the girl was burning her friend.
But then, she could smell it. She could actually smell the scent of charred flesh, and she saw the expression on Pearl's face.
Although she seemed to be in fiery pain, she was still running her tongue over her lips, gently, and moaning softly at the same time.
"Oh, this is heaven," she started to say, and as she did, Janet pulled the lighter away, and laughed in front of the audience.
"Do you know what this whole demonstration proves, men?" she asked. "It proves that the next time you wait for your drink, because some dude has his fingers shoved up this cunt's hole, there's nothing you can do but wait.
"And you know why? Because Pearl has reached nirvana. She knows how to channel all her pains into pleasures. There is no way that you could torture this girl. You can beat her until her skin is black and blue, and chances are quite good that Pearl is going to love you for it.
"Do you know what kind of reward I give to someone like her?"
And Janet didn't say anything more. Instead, she sunk to her knees in front of the bound girl, and she started to move her lips to Pearl's tits. She sucked on the woman's nipples, sucking one, then the other.
Then, she started to lick her way down. Pearl thrust her cunt forward so that Janet could taste the juices flowing into her mouth.
Janet was sucking harder and harder as Pearl kept thrusting her pussy, and soon, the audience was cheering, like they were seeing the act of the century.
The curtain started to close, but Mario walked out.
"No, leave it open. Let's watch Janet do her second favorite thing in the world. Most us know how well she can suck a dick, but look how much she loves to suck on a pussy, too. For all of you horny women out there, keep that in mind. Janet can suck your cunt better than most men, I'm sure. But remember to tip."
Mary looked at Donald then, and noticed that he was pulling his hard cock out of Violet's mouth. He patted her on the head.
"Thanks, Vi, but I don't feel like I want to come yet."
As he turned to face Mary, he was stuffing his dick back into his pants, and he had a nice pleasant smile on his face.
"Well, what do you think of the show?" he asked her. "If you want, I can ask Janet to come over here and lick your cunt for you. Mario's right, from what some of the women here have told me. She can lick a wicked cunt."
"No," Mary said, shaking her head and trying to hide her anger.
"Why not?" Violet asked. "I think that I'd like her over here. I've always thought that she's kind of lovely. I've always thought that I could get into it."
"Then you do it," Mary said to her. "You do it."
She stood up and started to run toward the bathroom, and as she ran away, Donald smiled at Vi, and nodded his head.
"Go after her and see what's wrong. See if she needs any help."
"Sure thing, Don. But I want you to come in my mouth as a reward. Later."
He winked at her, and watched her run off after Mary.
Then, he and Reggie looked back at the stage, but they were too late. Janet had just brought Pearl off, and Mario was telling them to pull the curtain closed.
Reggie smiled when Donald looked at him, and Donald felt edgy.
"I thought that she would adjust," Donald said to him. "She didn't seem to like it here the first time, and I gave her another chance."
"She is a little squeamish if you ask me," Reggie said. "Really, Don, don't you think that Mary is not the type? You know that every girl is not the type. Maybe she's just hopeless. Wouldn't you say?"
"I don't agree that every girl is not the type. Every girl is the type. It's a mental thing, Reg. Once you can get it in your head that it's supposed to turn you on, it will in fact, turn you on."
"I guess so," Reggie said. "At least I like to think so."
Just then, Violet came back to the table, and she sat down. She moved her hand to Donald's crotch and stroked his hard dick.
"I guess we'll have to wait for that cocksucking another time," she said. "Mary is not in such good shape, Don. She was puking her guts up all over the bathroom, and said she wanted to be alone. Then, she told me that when she's ready, she wants you to take her home. I guess you'll have to do that."
"I guess," Donald said, and as he looked at
Reggie, his friend was reading the expression on his face, and smiling.
Because both of them knew that Donald had no intentions qf taking the girl home, and leaving her thinking that they were all sick. No. He had, in fact, every intention of teaching her once and for all.