Karen and the Torture Club

Chapter 13

Karen had met with Suzanne and with John subsequent to the committee meeting to discuss the details of the branding. John had undertaken to have the irons ready by the October meeting. Karen had given him the URL of the web site and he had looked it up also. They had discussed the details of what was required and Karen discussed her requirements with John.

She and Suzanne had agreed to meet after the October meeting when the irons would be ready. She would assist Suzanne to practice the art of branding.

There was nothing more that Karen could do now but to wait for the 30th of October.

On Thursday a package arrived in the mail. It was from Ross and Ann. Inside lovingly gift wrapped was a mysterious item and a printed note signed by Ann and decorated with little stickers of hearts and cute little fox faces stuck to it. It obviously took Ann some considerable time and effort to print and decorate each note for every woman in the club.

The object was a fox tail of the sort that people used to attach to car aerials years ago. Although the fur was artificial, it was soft and fine like the fur of a cat. What gave this innocent little item a fearsome aspect was the butt plug firmly attached to the end. The plug was sculptured into the shape of a penis and was about one inch in diameter at the bottom of the "helmet" that being its widest point.

The note described the next meeting as a "fox hunt" and the ladies were asked to insert (of have inserted) the plug prior to leaving home and going to the meeting. They were also instructed to wear suitable clothing (such as a short skirt) which would allow "their" tail to hang free.

Saturday evening came and Karen did as she had been requested. Naked, she bent over and, placing her hands on the bed she offered her bottom for Richard's attention. This was so lewd and she felt so exposed that she blushed and felt the familiar throb in her vagina and a fluttering in her belly.

Richard smeared KY cream on the little rod and then smeared some more on the little anal bud. Karen made a soft mewing sound as he then forced his finger through the tight little sphincter forcing more cream inside her trembling body. Soon the finger was gone and the anxious woman waited for her virginal anus to be opened by this object.

She gasped as the knob spread her cheeks and she felt its size for the first time. Then she howled as Richard forced it against the bud. It didn't go in. Richard smeared more cream on the rod and also applied more on and into her. Next, despite her protests he put one arm around and under her and with the other, he quickly forced the head through her bud and up inside her. Then he gently slid the rest of the shaft up into her until she could feel the fur of the tail between her cheeks. He gently rubbed the breasts of the panting woman and after kissing the back of her neck he stood up.

Karen also stood up very slowly, adjusting to the fullness in her bum. Next she became aware of the soft fur of the tail brushing across the backs of her legs and behind her knees. She smiled, This was nice.

She kissed her man and looked knowingly into his eyes. She was very aroused as indeed was he, but the unspoken message was that they would wait to see what else the night had to offer.

She wore a thin white shirt with no bra and knotted the front of it below her breasts. This controlled them slightly and emphasised her cleavage visible since the top three buttons were left undone. The shape of her nipples could be seen thrusting into the material. She wore a very short blue miniskirt. She was just a walking centre of arousal. The outfit alone was sexy enough but with the silky tail hanging between the backs of her legs, every movement tantalised her in the most sensitive places, between her legs, behind her legs and behind her knees.

Now she had to be driven across town dressed like a whore and with a tail.

Actually she found sitting on the car seat without panties and, quite literally, with her tail between her legs to be quite erotic. The meeting was to be held at her brother's house. Gary and Wendy had a large property some 15 acres in size. It had a dam at one end and the house at the other end of the property was at the highest point. Karen knew the place well and had spent many a happy time relaxing on the decking at the back of the house looking down towards the dam. Now she was to visit her brother and sister in law naked under her skirt and wearing a fox tail.

Fortunately Gary had a driveway running from the road to the house where one could park without being seen from the street. Actually, she thought, the committee had planned this pretty well. Other couples were arriving at the same time as they did and each was fascinated by the other as the ladies walked to the house in their sexy outfits each with a tail protruding from under her dress. Each walked with the gait of one whose anus was stretched by a large object. The tail swinging with the motion of each step caused the phallus to move within her body. Needless to say, they did not walk quickly at first as they adjusted to the strange erotic feeling.

Once inside they were greeted by Wendy, Suzanne and Ann. Each of the three ladies had had her face painted to look like a fox with a black nose and whiskers. Ann had done it, she was a preschool teacher and had learnt the art of face painting. Also Ann and Suzanne, probably because they were on the committee and knew what was happening, had worn tight shorts with a hole cut in the appropriate place in the back for her tail to fall through.

The strange group gathered on the back deck and enjoyed drinks and savories while chatting and enjoying each others company. Ann set up her face painting gear and continued to paint anyone's face who wished it. Ingrid and later Isobel removed her blouse and had Ann paint her breasts in a foxy pattern. The tawny paint she chose with a mottled pattern over it looked very erotic and it took her some 20 minutes to paint both ladies. This was a very amusing and arousing sight. Ann, who had never had to paint breasts before (there is little need for that in a preschool) really enjoyed herself as did her two willing subjects.

It was Jenny who called the attention of the group after waiting until Ann was finished in her painting. Obviously this night was one that Jenny had planned as her final duty as a committee member. She welcomed everyone and thanked Gary and Wendy for their hospitality that evening. She then called Maria forward and gave her her present in recognition for her show last month. The present was a weekend stay at the Twin Waters resort on the Sunshine Coast. She was delighted as was Tony they both wanted an excuse for a dirty weekend and this was it.

Karen thought how remarkable Jenny was. There she was standing proudly acting as Mistress of ceremonies in front of these people, while her anus was being stretched and held open by the wicked little rod inserted in her and emphasised by the tail hanging down behind her. Moreover, she knew that the committee was aware of her recent request and had planned her branding for her. Confidently, Jenny continued on with her duties and called on Gary to tell everyone how the evening would be conducted.

The rules for the game were simple. The ladies would be asked to walk down to the dam at the other end of the property. Each would then be expected to run back to the house one at a time in any order that they wished. A man selected at random would position himself between the pond and the house and try to catch the woman as she ran by. If he caught her, he had to pull out her tail. As if this was not bad enough (and the looks on the ladies faces indicated that this was a pretty frightening prospect) each lady who did not have a tail at the end of the game would have to receive 6 strokes of the cane on the whipping block which Wendy with Richard's assistance was pushing out from an adjoining room as he spoke.

It was basically a traditional whipping block which they pushed out. It had a step which was about one foot above the floor with a further step a further foot above the first. Thus the idea was that the woman would kneel on the first step and rest her belly on the top of the second step and place her hands on the floor on the other side. It did not need anyone to explain that by elevating the knees, the buttocks would be high in the air and above her head. There was a cane produced and it was a fearsome little item being about one metre long and about ten Millimetres thick. Karen who, through intimate practical experience, was an expert on these matters by now knew that It would hurt and leave a painful bruise.

"Why do we do this", Wendy said to Karen, as the two ladies walked side by side down the slope to the dam. The other ladies were also walking down there in small groups. All ladies that is except Leonie who was having a heavy period with stomach cramps and asked to be excused. "I don't understand it either" replied Karen. "I hate the idea of the rod being yanked out of me and I am afraid of that cane but yet I am as excited and horny as hell." "Yes", her sister in law replied "And these tails are the most wickedly erotic things that I have ever experienced." "I just love the feel of it between by cheeks and down the backs of my legs." "We women are strange creatures - and the men are no different", Karen mused. "I bet every one of then has a raging hard on right now just from thinking what they are going to do to us."

"We should just enjoy it" Wendy replied. "I don't think enjoy is the word" said Karen "But yes - I wouldn't miss this game for the world."

The ladies gathered by the waters edge and some hugged and kissed each other for reassurance as they positioned themselves looking up the slope towards the house.

David had obviously been chosen as the first man to act as catcher and he walked down from the house and took up position half way up the slope. He waved to the ladies and many coyly waved back. "Can he run very fast?" Jenny asked Janelle. "He hasn't done much running lately" she replied "but he is quite fit.."

"I'll give him a run for his money ", Julie said confidently. Without another word being said, the ladies, with the body language that women use so effectively, made it clear to her that they wanted her to go first.

She walked up the slope about twenty metres and waved to David. He began walking down towards her. Karen figured that the further down the slope that the man positioned himself the better it would be for the woman since she would be more tired when she got towards the top of the slope. Also, the more chases the man had made, the more tired he would become. She wondered if Julie had thought that also.

Julie laughed at David and teased him by wagging her breasts at him and then her tail. He ran at her and she began her dash up the slope. She was too quick for him and she passed him with yards between them. Then she continued up the hill with David trying very unsuccessfully to catch up with her. She was a lovely sight with her lithe body running in a fluid motion with her tail floating behind her.

A cheer went up from both the men at the house and the ladies at the dam when she got to the house well ahead of David.

Ingrid went next. Still naked from the waist up. She ran like the fox she was painted to resemble. She allowed David to approach her near the bottom of the slope then ducked under his grasp and ran up the hill. David gave up the chase about three quarters up the slope. Ingrid slowed her run to a slow trot and supported her bouncing breasts in her hands. She also got a cheer.

Karen moaned when she saw this and said "Oh shit, I wish I'd worn a bra" . Janelle with her large breasts thrusting against her blouse nodded in agreement.

Wendy ran next. She got passed OK.

Catherine was next to run. Her large unsupported breasts bounced vigorously as she ran and she was not an athletic person. David was tiring by now and was obviously trying to conserve his energy. He waited for her midway up the slope and ran at Catherine she ducked under his attempt to grab her around the waist and he lost his balance. As he fell he grabbed her tail and caught it. With Catherine's forward momentum and David falling to the ground with both hands grasping the tail, the phallus was snatched out of the woman's sphincter in an instant.

She shrieked at the violent pull on her anus and then covered her face and howled as she realised that she had now qualified for a caning. Most of all she was disappointed to be the first woman caught.

David walked her back to the house carrying her tail as a trophy.

Ross was the next man out and Karen decided that she should run next and get it over with.

She walked up the slope then ran to her left as Ross approached her. It worked and she got passed him. She ran as fast as she could. She knew the bouncing of her breasts would be uncomfortable but this was dreadful. She tried supporting them with her hands but without her arms out to balance her she couldn't run as fast. She was determined to keep away from Ross but he was catching up. She could hear his footsteps and his panting behind her. He grabbed her shoulder but she twisted free. In doing so, she lost her footing and began to fall. Ross grabbed her and they both fell to the ground together. Her hands were tangled up with Ross' and she hit the ground hard. Her left breast took the impact and she felt a jab of pain as it squashed between her body and the ground.

She quickly realised that the game wasn't over until she lost her tail. She broke free and tried to run again. Ross grabbed her wrist and pulled her down again. He was stronger than she was and wrestled her onto her belly. She was enjoying the struggle and so was he. He grabbed her tail and pulled. She screamed at the pulling on her anus and she clenched. The pull was relentless she kicked her legs and tried to roll him off her back. She felt the rod slipping out of her and then howled at the feeling of

emptiness within her.

Ross got off her and helped her to her feet. She glared at him and then smiled and then rubbing her bottom she let him take her hand and lead her to the house where another fate awaited her.

So the game continued. Nicole was caught next by Alex, but she didn't try very hard. Then Peter came out. His first fox was the naked and painted Isobel. She was much fitter than he was and she knew it from the start. She teased him stopping and waving her tawny patterned breasts at him. By the time she went to the house he was exhausted. Even Marion and Maria got passed him after allowing Suzanne and Jenny to tire him further. Janelle very nearly got caught as she ran initially holding on to her large breasts. Peter actually caught her but she twisted free and got away. She ran hard up the slope breasts bouncing beautifully to the many observers but very painfully for her. She made it, panting vigorously as she was embraced by her friends at the house.

Thus it turned out that Karen, Nicole and Catherine were without tails as the show finished. The men moved away from the balcony where they had called and cheered to the women as they ran up the hill towards them.

There was much laughter and banter as the group reassembled. Clearly the event favoured the younger and fitter women while those with large unsupported breasts were at a considerable disadvantage. Suzanne and Wendy had worn bra's and that helped them run. They were ribbed about that and some of the men said that next time this game was conducted the women should run naked. Peter got his share of the jokes since he had allowed most of the women to pass him without catching anyone. Isobel was the star performer since had she not teased Peter and kept him chasing after her he would not have tired so quickly and had he caught a woman, he would have been replaced with the probable result that many more would now be standing around without tails.

Gary eventually got the groups attention and began the next phase of the evening. He called everyone to gather around the flogging block. Since it had first been pushed out someone, probably Gary, had put a brick in the centre of the first step. The result being that the person kneeling on the step would be forced to keep her knees wide apart. The three ladies were then asked to strip and to choose amongst themselves who would go first.

They each assisted the other to disrobe. This gave them confidence and mutual support. Coincidentally, Karen and Catherine and been naked together and punished together on a previous occasion. Whilst nervous and blushing themselves, they were clearly offering support to the trembling Nicole.

Eventually, when naked the three women stood before their assembled friends standing proudly and serenely in their nudity. They were embraced by their spouses and some of the other women. Many fully aware that they had been extremely lucky not to be standing naked themselves. Wendy hugged Karen and whispered, "Be brave kiddo, Gary tested the block on me - it's a killer" "thanks a lot" said Karen with cynicism and fondness in her voice at the same time.

Gary, looked at Karen and announced to the group "You know, this is what I have been wanting to do to my sister for years." He got some laughter and an exaggerated dirty look from Karen. He then went on to explain that the block, by forcing a woman, on all fours with her knees elevated had an effect which greatly enhanced the punishment. It had been agreed that if any woman felt that she could not bear what would follow, she may kneel from the side of the block where her knees and hands would both be on the floor. No one, except Wendy, knew what he was talking about.

Catherine and Karen encouraged the reluctant Nicole to go first since it was better that she not see them suffer first. Though afraid, she agreed.

She was an elegant lady. Her fear did not interfere with her poise.

It is an interesting characteristic of a woman who is about to be punished that without exception, she will approach the apparatus of her torture with a serenity far greater than that which she would normally display. Perhaps it is the knowledge that she soon will be screaming uncontrollably that makes her want to display such calm whilst she can.

Nicole was yet another example of this observation. A strikingly beautiful woman with delicate features and a hair style that suited her perfectly. She wore tiny diamond drop ear rings hanging from her tiny earlobes.

She kneeled gracefully before the block and placed her hands on the top surface. Then, taking her weight on her hands, she lifted first one knee and then the other onto the lower step. Thus was she kneeling with legs spread to accommodate the brick separating her knees. The tips of each big toe were just touching the ground as her feet projected behind her. Slowly she bent at the hips and placed first one hand, and then the other on the floor in front of the block. Her belly scarcely touched the top of the higher block since it was lower than her pubis. She could be slightly supported by the front most edge of the block if she was to bend her elbows and allow the bottom of her rib cage to press on the block. This had the effect however of lowering her head further and pushing her bottom higher.

There were audible feminine gasps around the room as the women became aware that the position caused the puffy lips of Nicole's Labia to protrude behind her. A stroke of the cane strategically placed along the crease where buttock meets thigh would, apart from the pain from the sensitive crease, catch the labia as well.

Nicole, the owner of the lips, was unaware of their lewd protrusion. It required Gary to run the cane up and down the backs of her legs to make the point. Staring at the floor, breasts swaying and nipples bulging as they pointed to the floor, she cried "Oh God - are you going to hit me there." "Somebody will", Gary replied "Are you game?" She groaned and awkwardly put a hand around behind her to try unsuccessfully to gauge the extent of the protrusion. She resignedly put the hand back to the floor. It was uncomfortable to do otherwise. Next she tried to move her hips forward to reduce the extent that she was bent over. The lower step was too narrow. She was forced to keep her upper legs straight. The lips remained exposed.

"Tilting her head back and looking forward, she said with voice higher than normal from her strained neck, she said "Very well - Lets get it over with."

Gary handed the cane to Warren who after squeezing Leonie about the waist took the cane and selected a position from which to best execute his task.

Warren was a bit of a comedian, and he looked at his watch and in the monotone which is used in telephone recorded time service he said, "At the first stroke, It will be 9:25 precisely. There was laughter in the room as he held the cane high and brought it down with the familiar whirr and splat of a cane stroke. It landed in the centre of the exposed bottom causing it to flatten and spring back resiliently. The owner of the tender exposed flesh grunted loudly and shook her body but did not move from her assigned position.

He waited briefly for the lady to settle down and then rubbed his hand over the bruised flesh and down the crease and over the protuberant lips between. There was moisture on his hand and he pointedly wiped it on his trouser leg prior to lifting his hand for the next stroke.

It sizzled down and bit cruelly into the backs of her legs about three inches below her crease. Nicole cried out and straightened first one leg and then the other. She began to make small mewing noises as she settled in readiness for the next stroke.

It landed high on the rump, as did the next slightly lower. The four lines were quite distinct and, with the exception of the one on the legs, were evenly spaced. Nicole was perspiring freely, despite the coolness of the evening air and moaning gently. Karen supposed that since four strokes had now been given that he was saving the protruding lips until the last stroke possibly through the red wall of pain she was experiencing, Nicole had the same idea. They were wrong.

The fifth stroke was aimed very precisely and with great force at the point where the curve of her trim buttocks joined the straight flesh of the backs of her legs. The soft flesh compressed under the impact and the rod bit down and impacted the vaginal lips. Nicole screamed with pain, surprise and shock. She pulled her head back and shook her hair and howled again. She was out of control, oblivious of everything but the waves of fire engulfing her senses. A 10mm cane has weight and does not bend around the flesh, the flesh adjusts to suit the rod. Nicole's certainly had and every nerve in the bruised and sensitive flesh was sending messages to her brain in protest. She could not discern where specifically the pain was coming from but mixed up in all the sensation was a different more concentrated center of throbbing hurt which came from the tender wet lips between her legs.

She tried to get up but Warren moved quickly to her side and placed his arm around her shoulders and gently restrained her. He kissed her tear stained face and stroked her hair as her shrieks subsided into sobbing. He ran his hands along her back and around the dangling breasts. Then he gently massaged the tender buttocks. Eventually he whispered "One more darling - can you take it" Slowly, thoughtfully she nodded. He kissed her again gently and then after looking at Alex for reassurance raised the rod to inflict a further stinging stroke writing a sixth line of fire, this time on the back of the legs, below the last one but sufficiently low as not to again hit her on the labia.

The brave lady hissed as she sucked breath between her teeth and began stretching her arms and legs in turn. At one point she straightened all limbs at the same time whilst resting on her belly which was thus supported by the top of the block.

Warren then helped her to her feet and hugged her. She walked stiffly to Alex who hugged his wife and kissed her tenderly.

Warren turned to Karen and Catherine standing naked together arms intertwined and said, "Who's next." Catherine looked at Karen and said "You can go now if you like." "Thanks" replied Karen, not sure whether she could endure seeing another flogging without loosing her nerve. She kissed Catherine and after looking to Richard for a reassurance and being given a confident wink, she took the few steps needed to meet Warren standing beside the block. He took her hand and assisted her to kneel on the first step. She blushed deeply as she felt all eyes in the room watching her nakedness and feeling very aware of her large breasts swinging as she bent to take up the kneeling position required. She was deeply self conscious of what she would display when she bent over the block before her. After seeing what happened to Nicole, she knew that she would present quite a sight. Her labia were large. "A full purse", Richard had described her on one occasion. With a look of resignation she bent at the hips and bent forward over the larger block. Reaching forward she placed her hands on the floor in front of her. Wendy was right, this position was a killer and, like most good S and M apparatus, devilishly simple. With her knees on the first step and thus about a foot above the floor and her hands now resting on the floor, her head was considerably lower than her bottom and yet her thighs were forced straight up by the narrowness of the first step. The skin of her bottom was pulled tight by the acuteness of her bending.

Her large breasts were hanging down and swaying vigorously from the motion of her body as she took up position. They brushed her upper arms on occasions as a result of the elevation of her bottom in relation to her head. She did not need anyone to tell her that her labia were protruding behind her. Emphasised by her widely spaced knees.

She wished that she had been restrained in some way. She was afraid that she would wimp out and try to get up or protect herself if the punishment was more than she could stand. Steeling herself she waited for the inevitable first impact conscious of the tiny trickle of moisture running down the inside of her right leg.

It was difficult to see around the room since she needed to tilt her face back to avoid looking at the floor. She did see Warren hand the cane to Alex who then hugged his bruised and still naked wife and said "Get someone else." Thus it was that Karen found herself at the mercy of David. She knew that this was not going to be easy. On both previous occasions when she had seen David in action he had been tough and uncompromising and ensured that the lady got her full share of punishment.

She watched his feet walk passed her and sensed him taking position behind her. Karen, by now was no stranger to the cane. But that did not mean that it didn't hurt and this was a thick one wielded by a strong man. Moreover, her cheeks were cool and her muscles taut from the acute kneeling position that she had been forced to adopt. She knew that the effect of this punishment would last for many days after tonight.

Still in the process of settling into the position, she was relaxed and unprepared when the first stroke bit into her rump. She screamed in agony and surprise. "God he was quick getting down to business" She fought down the urge to escape and managed to control the pain surging through her. Steeled and ready she waited for the next stroke. Alex realised that she was waiting and struck. The next cut was the dreaded one across the vagina. It was awesome. Karen howled again and again. It was as if a red curtain had descended before her eyes and she was aware of nothing but the agony whirling through her lower body. She didn't know how long she had been lost within herself but soon felt Alex massaging her neck and asking if she was ready to go on. Panting loudly she nodded. Inwardly, she relaxed slightly confident that there were no more shots to come like that one. The next three each brought a loud yell from her especially the last two which were to draw lines of fire across the backs of her legs. A sheen of perspiration to covered her skin. Trickles from around her under arm ran down her breasts and dripped to the floor. She watched the drips fall since her position gave her little else to see. "Last but not least Karen" he said "are you ready?" She nodded, annoyed that he would disturb her feeling by asking questions. Like a speeding express train, the last blow impacted on her. He had caught the throbbing vaginal lips again. To Karen, it felt as though the impact was over the top of the previous stroke. In fact it was slightly below. Shrieking and shaking her head she struggled to her feet. Then, holding her throbbing lips in her hand, she did a little pain dance oblivious of the entertainment she was providing.

No one had stated how many strokes to the lips each lady should receive but she had been given one more than Nicole had received and she felt cheated (and very sore)

Fixing an angry glare at David, she fled to her husbands arms. David with a look of concern, moved away from the block and gave the cane to John.

John held out his hand to Catherine who gave him hers. Unexpectedly, this big man took her tiny hand and kissed it. "Why thank you kind Sir" she responded and allowed him to gracefully lead her to the waiting block. Without any hesitation she took up position over the block as if she had done it all her life.

Her long black hair fell around her face preventing anyone from seeing it and also making it very difficult for her to see anything either. The first cut was a sizzler ant the meaty smack like so many previously filled the room. The large white breasts shook and she was heard to suck air through her clenched teeth. The second stroke had the same effect. Karen was distracted from her own world of pain to watch her friend's performance. Having had previous experience with Catherine, she knew that the lady respected and had been trained not to show her pain. Other than Richard and Mark, her husband and trainer, no one else in the room knew what she was up to. The third stroke was across the crease and caught her exposed lips. John had taken a lead from David and had hit hard. Catherine's lips were less protuberant than Karen's were but none the less the blow would have been a wicked impact.

Catherine's body went rigid and she made a "Ha" sound like the first syllable of a laugh cut short. She made no further sound. "This woman is tough" thought Karen. It was a feeling that must have been shared by most in the room. Ann was standing nervously holding her tail in her hand and gently stroking the soft fur.

The forth stroke across the back of her legs brought no sound from her.

John lifted up her hair and saw a face with eyes tightly shut but with tears flowing freely. "More?" he asked. Gently she nodded and opening her eyes, she smiled at him.

The fifth cut was also across the lips and brought a short low groan from her but still she did not move. A hush descended through the room. Other than Karen an Richard none of the others had seen Catherine being punished and were surprised at her toughness.

The sixth across the fleshiest part of the rump brought no sound from her, just a stretching of her legs which were soon returned to the proper position. "See if you can break her" said a voice from across the room. It was Richard. Karen glared at him embarrassed that her husband should want to spoil such a performance. All eyes were on Mark. He nodded. "I'm sure Catherine would be proud to show what she can stand", he said. John kneeled on the floor beside the woman and again gently lifted her hair. "You don't have to do this'" he said "I want to", she replied in a husky voice "Do your worst"

Two more strokes bit into the tender female flesh and other than a shake of the head and occasional mewing sounds, she held on bravely. The ninth cut again cut the pouting labia. A gentle keening came from the woman with three bars across her upper rump and a single wide bar across the lower section where the three strokes merged together as they now formed a continuous band of agony across her tenderest skin and feminine lips.

The tenth stroke was a diagonal across the top three. Clearly hurting dreadfully where the lines cut. She made the "Ha" sound again and after a longer than normal stretching she again settled into position. John was about to hit her again when she suddenly howled. She caught her breath and howled again. Struggling to her feet she hugged John, flattening her abundant breasts against his chest and cried "That's enough, That's enough - Thank you" Reverting to what was a ritual she performed regularly, she took the cane in her hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it.

The party soon broke up after that. Karen and Richard spending the night as guests of Gary and Wendy. Nicole and Alex stayed as well. Wendy found some soothing cream and gave a bottle to both ladies saying "This will help - I know."

Richard was desperate to take Karen but was anxious that he would hurt her bruised vaginal lips. Karen, just as horny as he, encouraged him to try. The sensation was delicious for her and she climaxed vigorously. "Pain is just a feeling," she said "and not all feelings are bad."