Members Only 2

The girl took a short cut on her way back to campus. It was nearly midnight, she was alone, and she was nervous. It was dark despite the street lights, and she didn't notice the two men step out from the alley behind her and follow her silently. Both men were huge, over six feet tall and at least 280 pounds, but they were professionals, and they didn't make a sound. The girl was completely unaware of their presence until she felt a vice grip on her shoulder, and a damp rag muffled her scream. She gasped in surprise, deeply inhaling the ether, and then everything went black.

When she regained consciousness, she was blindfolded, and at first she couldn't be sure whether she was dead or still dreaming. She couldn't move; her wrists and ankles were shackled, and there was a leather belt drawn tightly around her waist. She was lying flat on a cold metal table with her arms and legs spread and her knees slightly bent. She was wearing a short khaki skirt and the crotch of her black panties was completely exposed. She could feel cool air on her inner thighs.

"Is anyone there?" she asked in a shaking voice.

She suddenly felt a soft hand on her face, and flinched in surprise. "Relax," said a female voice. "I'm going to take off the blindfold."

The cloth slid away from her eyes, and she found herself looking at the ceiling of a dimly lit room. She turned her head to the side and looked up into the kind eyes of the woman who had removed the blindfold. The woman was tall and slim, with long dark brown hair that fell around her shoulders.

"Who are you? Where am I?" the girl asked.

"My name is Nera. You're in one of the back rooms of a private club. My boys Tom and Marco found you. We have a show tonight, and you're the star."

The girl had been looking around while Nera spoke. The room was small, about the size of a bedroom, and empty. The walls were bare except for a set of large double doors at her feet, and a smaller door in the wall behind her. When she heard Nera's words, her head jerked toward her in alarm. "What do you mean?"

Nera smiled, and her eyes lost their kindness. "That's all I can tell you now. You'll find out soon enough. What's your name?"

"Sarah." Her voice began to shake again, and the hot ball of fear that had been roiling in her stomach doubled in size. "What are you going to do to me? Are they going to rape me?" She was approaching hysteria.

Nera held up the cloth that had covered Sarah's eyes. "Be quiet," she said, "or I'll have to gag you. If you relax and don't struggle, I guarantee you won't be hurt."

Sarah had no reason to trust Nera, but she did. She relaxed slightly.

She had no idea where she was, how long she'd been unconscious, or what time it was. Nera moved out of her line of sight, and she heard the door behind her open and close. She struggled briefly against the shackles holding her onto the table, but they were completely immovable. Her limbs may as well have been paralyzed.

Sarah had no way to know how much time passed, but what seemed like hours later, the door behind her opened and closed again. Nera stepped into her field of vision holding something that looked like a remote control. "Don't freak out. I'm going to adjust your table."

"Wha-" Sarah started to ask, but before she could even get the word out, the table she was lying on began to rotate forward, until Sarah was nearly vertical, held in place by the belt cinched around her waist and the shackles. She looked around nervously at Nera. "What's happening?"

"I told you, you'll find out soon enough." Sarah's lips trembled, and she looked on the verge of screaming. Nera held up the blindfold like a threat. "The members prefer that we don't gag you, and I'm sure you agree."

The Club was the very definition of exclusive. It allowed only ten members at a time, and membership was sold to the highest bidder with the most connections, renewable annually. This year's cheapest membership had gone for $3.6 million to the police chief's youngest son, as an eighteenth birthday present.

The Club was owned by Verdis Grieschtze, although she never set foot in it. It was run solely by Nera, with the occasional assistance of Tom, Marco, and a half dozen other similar thugs. Nera used it to indulge her own sadist tendencies. The Club offered one show a week, and nearly always had 100% attendance from its members. Nera brought in professionals: the best strippers, exhibitionists, contortionists, and dominatrixes money could buy. Shows usually involved at least three or four individuals on stage at a time, engaging in acts even your average porn star would find shocking.

Tonight was a special night; they did a show like this only once a year. For many members, tonight's show was the reason they had joined. Members had been known to cancel trips, postpone weddings, even skip funerals for shows like tonight's.

Tonight's show was unique in two ways. First, there would be no professionals performing. And second, this show was the only one in which the audience would be allowed to interact with the performer.

This year's members, seven men and three women, were in their seats and waiting eagerly long before the show's scheduled start time of two a.m. The performance room was just large enough for the stage, which was really more like a catwalk, and ten chairs spaced around it. When the doors at the back of the stage opened at last, a hush fell. Marco came out, resplendent in a beautifully tailored Armani suit. It made him look almost academic, despite his bulk. He stopped at the end of the catwalk, cleared his throat, and addressed the audience in his melodic Italian accent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as usual it's our supreme pleasure to have you here. We have a rare treat for you, whom I have the honor of introducing. She's quite lovely, only twenty years old. Her name is Sarah. And now and I will leave you, and her, in Nera's capable hands." He bowed shortly and strode off the stage.

The double doors remained open, and as soon as Marco was out of sight, Nera came out. She looked even more stunning than usual in a black bustier that left the tops of her breasts and her dark brown nipples visible. They were already hard in anticipation of the games to come. She was completely exposed from the waist down except for a pair of black heels, and her pussy was trimmed to a neat landing strip. Behind her, two large men rolled the metal table on which Sarah was strapped, blindfolded again and breathing heavily with fear. The crowd moaned with eager delight.

Sarah's long blonde hair fell around her shoulders, and her khaki skirt came only halfway down her thighs. She wore a tight buttoned-down white shirt and, obviously, no bra. Her taut nipples were visible through the thin fabric.

The men positioned the table at the end of the catwalk and clamped the brakes on the wheels. They left the stage via the steps at the end and took their places on either side of the exit doors at the back of the room. Their presence was theatrical more than anything else; in the Club's twenty-year history, there had been few outbreaks of violence among the members.

Nera turned to the audience. She tossed her nearly black hair behind her shoulders, pinched her nipples, and sighed loudly. "Good evening." She continued rolling her left nipple between her thumb and index finger, and casually slid her right hand down to finger her wet slit while she spoke. "I hope you're all prepared for this evening's performance. For those of you who are experiencing this for the first time, allow me to remind you of the rules of conduct." She began to writhe as she fingered herself, never breaking stride in her speech. "As you may have heard, audience participation tonight is not only permitted, it is required." She paused to gauge the reaction of the police chief's teenage son. The tall, handsome young man was seated at the very end of the stage and had a prime view of Sarah's white panties. His eyes were wide and he was all but salivating. Nera went on. "However, you are allowed on the stage only when I call you up. Furthermore, you must leave the stage the instant I tell you to. If you fail to obey my orders, one of the boys," she gestured to the men at the back of the room, "will be forced to remove you, and your membership will be revoked."

Nera removed her hand from her cunt, apparently reluctantly, and offered it to the young man at the end of the stage, who licked it eagerly. Then she walked over to Sarah's table and pulled the blindfold off. Sarah gasped when she saw ten pairs of eyes on her. Nera waved the cloth in front of her face as a reminder, and Sarah clamped her mouth shut immediately. Nera reached behind the table to an inconspicuous shelf and pulled out a pair of heavy duty kitchen shears. Sarah's eyes widened when she saw them, but she stayed obediently quiet.

Nera pointed at the young man at the end and beckoned him forward. He stepped up onto the stage, and she handed him the shears. "Her hair or her clothes... your choice," she said. Sarah began to weep quietly.

The young man took the shears with a frightening sheen in his eyes, and Nera stepped off the stage and took her place next to the highest paying member, a female CEO of a well-known corporation, who proceeded to massage Nera's already engorged pussy lips while she watched the action. The man approached Sarah directly and looked into her eyes. She tried to plead with him silently, but it was obvious that, far from pitying her, he was reveling in her misery, as was everyone in the room. He clamped the shears between his teeth, and wiped away her tears with his left hand while he reached under her skirt with his right. He pushed the crotch of her cotton panties aside and inserted two fingers into her tight cunt. She gasped, and he smiled. The audience murmured its approval.

Abruptly he grabbed the collar of her shirt with both hands and yanked. Five buttons went flying and suddenly Sarah's spectacular breasts were exposed for everyone to gawk at. She was at least a 34C, and her tits were firm and perky, the nipples rosy pink, the flesh pale and supple. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, trying to hide her shame.

The young man grinned in pleasure and took the shears from his teeth. He cut the

shirt along the arms, slid it off, and tossed it at random into the audience. He grasped Sarah's right breast with his left hand and squeezed it roughly. She moaned and sobbed louder, still not looking at her tormentor. "Please," she whispered under her breath. "Please."

He ignored her, and squatted in front of her. Because of the angle of the table and her bent knees, he had a perfect view up her skirt. He grabbed the crotch of her panties and yanked them aside, ripping them. He slid them down her legs, just below her skirt, and cut them off. He closed the shears and spit on them, using his hand to spread the lubricant evenly. Then he gently inserted the blunted blades of the shears into her cunt. She jerked at the feel of the cold metal inside her. He slid the makeshift dildo in and out a few times, eagerly watching her face contort with horror as he did. His erection was plainly visible through his expensive pants. Then he removed the shears and used them to cut away her skirt, leaving her completely naked. He used the skirt to wipe away her moisture and his saliva, then tossed it aside. Finally, he made a show of gathering her fine blonde hair one lock at a time and cutting it away, until there was nothing left but a ragged mop.

Sarah was crying loudly now, and Nera knew she would have to intervene to keep the girl under control. She stepped back onto the stage as the young man was again finger fucking her, and grasped his shoulders. She guided his hand from Sarah's cunt to her own, and flinched involuntarily as his thumb brushed her swollen clit. She allowed him to finger her for another moment, then gently pushed him away and pointed to his seat. He knew how strictly the rules were enforced, and though he wanted desperately to continue playing with these two gorgeous, naked women, he handed Nera the shears and went back to his seat without protest, where he immediately unbuttoned his pants, removed his stiff cock, and began stroking it. The heavy, well-dressed man in his early thirties who was seated next to the young man took the cue and pulled out his own cock. Without making eye contact, he reached over to the young man and began stroking his eight-inch member with his right hand while pleasuring himself with his left. The young man dropped his hands to his sides and allowed him to continue.

Onstage, Nera leaned over Sarah to replace the shears on their shelf behind the table, and discreetly whispered in Sarah's ear, "Get hold of yourself. The worst is over." This was a blatant lie, but Sarah didn't need to know that. Her sobs lessened, and she turned to look at Nera. Nera smiled at her gently, then turned back to the audience. She looked around at each member in turn, contemplating who would next get the privilege. She made eye contact with a stunning young woman in a severe business suit who had pulled her skirt over her waist and was slowly rubbing her pantiless snatch. Nera gave the woman a "come hither" gesture with her index finger, and several of the men in the audience leaned forward in anticipation.

The woman stood up and let her skirt fall back into place. She was a natural redhead and her hair fell almost to her waist. She was easily a 36DD with a soft, round ass and sparkling blue eyes. She climbed the steps to the stage and Nera greeted her with a long, passionate kiss. Then the redhead went to Sarah and stood in front of her. She would have stood a bit taller than Sarah, but because of the elevation of the table Sarah was strapped to, they were eye to eye. Sarah's head was turned to the side and her eyes were closed in shame. The redhead put her hand to Sarah's cheek and turned Sarah's face toward her. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment, and Sarah seemed to relax a bit. The redhead kissed her briefly, then knelt in front of her and lapped at her cunt. Sarah shuddered visibly. The redhead flicked Sarah's clit with her tongue, and began exploring Sarah's asshole with her fingers. Sarah began twisting and writhing in her restraints, and the redhead could taste her juices. She licked furiously, circling and swirling, probing her pussy with her tongue as she assfucked her with her finger. Sarah began moaning against her will, unable to believe that some part of her was enjoying this. Suddenly her muscles contracted and she bucked her hips forward against the strap around her waist. The audience groaned and leaned forward in their seats. Most of them had their pants down or their skirts up and were jerking themselves off with abandon. Nera was sitting on the edge of the stage, leaning back on her left hand and fingering herself with her right. With perfect timing, she came with a scream just as Sarah did.

The redhead stood up with a satisfied look on her face and wiped her face daintily. She leaned over Nera and gave her a quick kiss, then stepped off the stage and took her seat. Sarah was crying again, quietly, ashamed.

Nera stood up on slightly wobbly legs and moved behind Sarah's table. She pressed a lever, and the table began to rotate backwards until it was horizontal and Sarah was on her back. Sarah looked around in bewilderment and fear, afraid of what this might mean. When the table was level, Nera then began to lower it until it was just above the floor, and provided an excellent view to the crowd on the floor. Nera addressed the group.

"We have time for one more participant to have his way with poor Sarah here. Do we have any volunteers?" Every hand in the room went up, including the young man who'd cut Sarah's hair. Nera smiled, and made eye contact with each person in turn. At last her gaze settled on a silver-haired man in his forties wearing a $5,000 suit. He was the only one who hadn't dropped his pants; he was merely leaning back in his chair with his arms folded, watching the action with a slight smile. Nera beckoned him with a finger, and he stood up and climbed the steps onto the stage.

He was beautifully built, about six-two and slim. His suit was dark grey and highlighted his hair and his deep tan. His dark blue eyes shone with casual confidence above the smile. He pecked Nera gently on the cheek, then strode to Sarah's side and gazed down at her. She wanted to look away and but his eyes held her, and he ogled her body with easy arrogance. Despite the humiliations visited on her tonight, this man's stare made her more uncomfortable than anything. She found herself blushing, from her cheeks down to her beautiful round breasts.

The gentleman knelt beside the table and began stroking Sarah's breast, looking directly into her eyes as he did. He massaged it gently, pinching and pulling at the nipple until it was taut. With his other hand, he brushed his fingers along her stomach and lower abdomen, sending goosebumps across her skin. He teased his way down to her engorged pussy, which was still incredibly sensitive after her orgasm. He softly squeezed and pulled her labia, and she felt herself moistening immediately. He was still looking into her eyes, and though she felt horribly degraded, she was still unable to look away.

The audience was transfixed. Several of them were watching so intently they'd forgotten to attend to their own arousal; their hands had stopped in mid-stroke. The man on the stage suddenly turned to Nera and said, "Release her from her shackles." The guards at the door straightened and shot each other concerned glances. Nera merely looked back at him for a moment, then said, quietly, "Very well."

She reached under the table and pressed a few buttons. The metal restraints around Sarah's joints popped open. Nera pulled a clamp, and the leather belt slackened, but Sarah didn't move. The gentleman pushed her legs apart and spent a moment admiring her wet slit. Though she was now free, she made no effort to resist him. "Hold your legs like that," he said. "I want to look at you while I undress." He spoke with complete authority. This was not a man who was accustomed to being questioned. Sarah obeyed, holding her legs spread wide as he unzipped his pants, slipped them off, and folded them neatly. He handed them to Nera, then slipped off his silk boxers and handed them over as well. His cock was perfectly shaped, fully erect, and at least eight inches long.

He stood over Sarah, who was still holding her legs in the air, and took another moment to look her up and down. He rubbed his fingers along her slit again, as though savoring it, then, suddenly, raised his hand and slapped her across the face. His hand made a loud crack as it hit her soft cheek, and several of the audience members, as well as Nera, jumped. Sarah cried out in shock and pain. When he drew his hand away, there was a harsh red print on her face. Sarah had dropped her legs in surprise, and he grabbed her ankles and forced them apart roughly. "I didn't tell you to put your legs down," he said in a low voice, never taking his eyes off hers. She trembled, and tears began to roll down her face.

The man climbed onto the table then and positioned himself over her. Without warning he shoved his dick into her up to the hilt, and she gasped. He began moving back and forth slowly, pounding into her cunt as hard as he could. His hands grasped the table just over her shoulders, holding himself steady. As he violated her, he reached over with his right hand and slapped her again. She screamed aloud. He grinned, grabbed her nipple, and gave it a harsh tug. Instinctively she reached up to protect herself, and he slapped her hand back down. "Keep your hands at your sides."

He began pounding harder, occasionally slapping her across the face or breasts as he did so. Abruptly he stopped and stood up. He took her hands and pulled her to her feet. He held her elbow with one hand and with the other, drew back and hit her across the mouth as hard as he could. Blood flew from her lip. She tried to turn away but he grabbed her chin and turned her face toward his. "It's your turn," he said.