Karen and the Torture Club

Chapter 5

The club's June meeting was only a week after Gary and Wendy's visit. Karen had phoned Ross soon after her brother and sister had left and told him about their wanting to join. He was happy to hear this piece of news because another couple whom he had in mind as members had turned out to be unsuitable. He said that he would propose Wendy and Gary as members during the committee meeting that was planned for tomorrow night. They would be invited to attend the next meeting that was to be held the following Sunday night.

Karen was worried. What sort of show was planned for Sunday? She had missed having to put on a show for two meetings now, how much longer could she avoid it? She started to do arithmetic in her head. There were thirteen ladies in the club. Fourteen counting Wendy but she would not be eligible for selection on her first night. Each had put in her three marbles so there were thirty-nine in the jar. Two had been taken out these being for Ann and Maria who had now each done a show. Her odds were three in thirty seven. She had really enjoyed her little show last Saturday night but she was still tender on the rump. If she had to do another show tonight, it would be very painful for her take any more strokes on her bottom.

The meeting was to be held at Peter and Ingrid's house. Richard recognised Peter as a real estate agent who sometimes appeared on TV. In his advertisements he appeared taller and more flamboyant than he was in the flesh. He was medium build about 5'10 tall with straight blond hair. Ingrid as her name suggested was of Scandinavian descent. She was a petite girl about 28 years old, slightly younger than Peter and about 5' tall. She wore a short white pleated skirt that accentuated her attractive feminine hips and followed the graceful curve of her buttocks under cupping them as she walked. She wore a matching white blouse with short puffy sleeves. The low curved neckline displayed the cleavage between her breasts. She wore a bra that held her breasts up and out which made them appear larger than they were. She was a happy charming girl whose blue eyes sparkled as she greeted her guests.

Their house was spacious on a block of land of about ten acres. It was in a prime location in the centre of a large development on the northern outskirts of the city. Behind the house was a swimming pool surrounded by many trees. Adjoining the pool was a large area tiled in slate slabs. Various lights shone into the foliage of the trees and shrubs surrounding the area. The various colours chosen for the lights enhanced the colours of the leaves and flowers. Centrally located in this entertainment area was a pergola under which was a heavy wooden out door table. Karen noticed that a thin foam rubber mattress covered the table top and that a pair of wrist straps, spaced about two feet apart, were attached to the short end of the table. She wondered what these arrangements were for but knew that everyone would know soon enough.

Soon Gary and Wendy arrived and Karen and Richard busied themselves introducing them to their many friends in the club. Wendy was surprised that all these people publicly enjoyed what she and Gary had previously only done in private. What a delightful idea it was to share the experience with others. She told Karen that she was "all goose bumps with both fear and excitement in case she was chosen". She seemed disappointed when Karen explained that she was exempt since this was her first night.

Ingrid was an experienced hostess and Peter had spared no effort to make the night enjoyable. Karen made a point of introducing Maria to Gary and Wendy. Everyone wanted to talk to Maria about her spectacular show last month. Karen wanted Wendy to know all about it so that she would be in no doubt as to what she was getting into. Maria was exuberant, she had never had to endure anything like what she went through last month and she kept saying to anyone who wanted to listen (and there was no shortage) that she would have given anything to escape that wicked martinet at first. After a while however she became so aroused and her feelings and emotions became so intense it all soon became one huge erotic experience. That night she and Terry had a wild time together and had continued to share unrepressed sexual abandon for the rest of the month. It had made her feel like a very sexy lady and she began to behave like one. The martinet hurt like hell but the weals and swelling went away in a couple of days which she said was a pity because it was so nice to have Terry rub soothing cream into her swollen buttocks, labia and breasts. She had not worn panties under her dress since then because she had felt so sexy.

Karen was having such a good time talking and enjoying herself with her friends that she was surprised when Peter interrupted the babble of conversation by tapping on his glass. This method of gaining attention was seeming to become a club tradition. He welcomed everybody to their home and thanked Ingrid for the great job she had done in arranging the evening. He then introduced Ross who was again to be the Master of Ceremonies for the show that night.

Ross walked over to the table that stood in the centre of the gathering. There was nothing to indicate that its purpose was other than that of an outdoor table except for the thin mattress on top and the wrist straps on the end.

Ross began to speak, "Folks! " he said, "Your committee decided to do something a bit different tonight." "Our star tonight will certainly put on a show and experience sensations that she will certainly have never felt before. First of all, Daryl has something to show you."

Daryl walked over to a table in the corner of the entertainment area and uncovered a large glass jar that had been concealed by a tablecloth. He passed the jar around the assembled crowd. From the expressions and gasps of the ladies who were close enough to see the contents of the jar, Karen knew that the contents must have been pretty scary.

When it was passed to her she saw the large ants inside. Each was about twelve millimetres long with a large brown head and an equally large bulbous green abdomen. They had large jaws and would clearly give quite a sting. Obviously this was the idea but where and how often would tonight's victim be stung?

Ross asked Ingrid to bring out the jar with the marbles in it. Then when requested she shook the jar. laughing nervously, she closed her eyes and held it above her head. Reaching up with her other hand, she took a marble from the jar.

Clenching it tightly in her hand she said "I can't look" and handed it to Ross.

Ross looked at it then looked about the group and into the expectant and fearful eyes of each lady present. Then he said one word "Karen."

Karen gasped, Richard embraced and kissed her, and she cried, "I knew it - I just knew it would be me."

She walked over to the table and stood silently in front of Ross. Her eyes fixed on the jar of ants that had been placed on the table.

Ross motioned Maria and Julie to come forward. Then he asked them to help Karen remove her clothes. Karen was amazed at the feeling of being exposed before all these people. Already she felt wetness between her legs. Legs that she feared would collapse beneath her so afraid was she.

She undid the two catches on the front of her dress and the two girls lifted it off her shoulders. She wriggled as she pushed it over her hips and let it fall in a pool of soft material at her feet. She decided to stand proud in her black bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. Then Julie unclipped her bra and her large breasts were free. She removed it and handed it to Maria. Every eye watched her every move as she stooped and removed her tiny panties. Her breasts swayed and she knew that she was presenting quite a sight to the watching men. She decided that she would make no attempt to remove her garter belt and stockings because Ross would probably prefer her to leave them on. She was right. Again she stood proudly before him, breasts thrust forward rising and falling slightly as she breathed. Ross made no indication for her to undress further.

He took her by the shoulders and turned her around with her back to the end of the table. He then motioned her to step back slowly until her buttocks touched the edge of the table. Then Maria and Julie each took one of her wrists and as she rested against the table they fastened each wrist to the edge of the table with the straps. Thus she stood immobile. She felt the edge of the table pressing into her rump as she stood with her arms hanging down with each hand held about six inches away from her side. She looked at the faces watching her intently. She could almost feel their eyes on her breasts and her pubic bush framed by the straps of her garter belt.

The next move surprised her. Ross made her lie back on the table. Of course, this resulted in her having to lift her feet off the ground as she did so. The two girls supported each leg as she lay on the table. She was supported from her upper buttocks to her head, her lower buttocks and legs hung over open space. Her wrists fixed to the straps at the end of the table prevented her from sliding up or down the table. Next she felt straps being put around her ankles. Nylon ropes were attached to these straps and thrown over the roofing beams above her and behind her head. She watched the ropes go over the beams as she lay looking up in the air wondering what they would do with her legs.

She was awestruck as she felt her ankles being pulled apart and back over her head by the ropes. "No!" she shrieked as the ropes were tightened and her buttocks were lifted from the table by the tension on her legs. Looking up she could see her stockinged feet and the ankle straps holding them above her head and oh so wide apart. Her wide flung legs drew her labia, moist from her sexual excitement, apart and she could feel the cool night air on her sensitive membranes.

How much more exposed could a woman be. All she was conscious of was her feminine crease drawn wide apart. She wanted to close her legs but this was denied her. The women in the group watched her and whispered nervously to each other and their husbands. Each obviously wondering how she would feel had her marble been drawn, leaving her the one on the table stretched and open.

Richard was totally aroused and stared at his wife struggling in a futile attempt to move within her bonds. From the end of the table he could not see her face just her anus and vagina held up, apart, open and available. The pink lines from her caning were still visible from her demonstration for Wendy last Saturday. Richard was sure that he was being given some quizzical glances from the other guests as they saw the decorations on his lovely wife's buttocks.

Karen was embarrassed at having the secrets of her bottom exposed for all to see but most of all she was not looking forward to having its tender roundness inflicted with additional strokes so soon. Scary though the ants were, at least they wouldn't involve hitting her, she hoped.

Ross stroked Karen's hair and announced that they would have a ten minute break to allow Karen to savoir her bondage position before we add to her sensations with the ants that Daryl had so generously collected for the occasion.

"Savoir indeed" Karen thought as she again tried to close her legs. She wondered if the wetness she felt in her vagina was visible to the gathering. The exposure was maddening. She was so embarrassed by the obvious display she was forced to make of herself yet the feeling of the eyes studying her open crease was wonderfully exciting. "Surely being opened like this was bad enough" she thought. The ants she saw in the bottle were terrifying. She had been bitten by ants before usually on the foot. She remembered the hot burning sting that made the area around the area swollen, tender and sore. What would it be like to have more than one bite and in places more sensitive than her foot?

Richard stood beside her and stooped down and kissed her gently on the lips. "How's it feel" he said.

"Terrible" she replied "I feel so open and vulnerable."

"You look great" he replied.

He kissed her again and ran his hand down the back of her leg and over the sensitive pink open lips of her vagina and down over her small puckered anus. She shuddered from the flood of sensations he caused her. The guests all crowded around to admire her. Many of them kissed her and gently cupped and fondled her breasts and buttocks. Some of the men could not resist running their fingers up her crease some letting one or two fingers fall into her gaping vagina. It was the most erotic experience she had ever experienced.

The ten minutes seemed to last forever for Karen. The attention she received and the constant reminder of her openness from the cool night air on her wet sensitive labia kept her in a maddening state of arousal. She felt so vulnerable. Her most intimate and sensitive parts were all totally available for whatever they had in mind for her with the ants. There was nothing she could do to stop them even if she wanted to. She just had to lie there, on display, in an ever-increasing state of apprehension arousal and increasing pain as her wide stretched crotch and leg muscles strained against the ropes.

Eventually the time came to an end and Ross again stood beside the table. This time he held the dreaded jar of ants in his hand. Daryl stood on the other side of the table. He handed the jar to Daryl who sat on the floor.

"Right Karen," he said, "this is it. Daryl is going to stick some ants onto some tooth picks and we will then put them on those parts of your body where its bite will cause you maximum sensation."

She was sure that she could guess what some of those places would be. She could feel her heart-beat and the warm flush of excitement running through her body. Her cheeks, neck and upper breasts were pink with the blush she got when she was excited. She could see Richard watching her. She knew he would be enjoying the spectacle she was making. She wondered what Gary and Wendy would be feeling. What she was undergoing was pretty awesome, what would her brother and sister in law be feeling?

She could hear Daryl doing something on the floor. From her position, her field of vision was confined to the roof and the faces of some of the crowd. There was no way that she could see what he was doing on the floor. Soon he stood up and carefully handed Ross a tooth pick. Ross showed it to her. The ant's abdomen had been stuck to the tooth pick with a sticky compound which she recognised as blue tac. The angry little insect was waving its legs vigorously, bending its body and opening its jaws trying to bite anything it could find. She tensed her body wondering where he would put the little monster.

She soon knew the answer. Daryl took her right breast in both hands and while pulling it to its full height squeezed it as well. She could look down and see her nipple standing erect, not only from Daryl's efforts but the excitement she was feeling and the cool night air. Ross carefully put the tiny creature to her nipple. She watched in horrified fascination as it bit its tiny jaws into her defenceless pink flesh. She felt it touch her. She felt its tiny legs scratching at her and she felt the tiny jaws pinch her skin but she felt no pain. Not at first, but soon a warm tingling sensation flowed through the nipple followed soon after by a raging inferno of sensation. She felt the nipple swell and every nerve ending was hyper stimulated. It felt hot and it felt like it was twice its size.

Daryl casually ran his thumb back and forward over the swollen nipple and its surrounding aureole. She squealed as the wave of sensation flooded her. He released her breast from his grip letting it settle back on her chest. The bitten nipple was clearly swollen compared to the other and had a small white raised lump at the point where the tiny jaws had made contact. Ross dropped the little creature on the floor and stood on it.

Daryl returned to the jar on the floor while Ross stroked her hair and watched her chest rising and falling as she breathed deeply trying to control the many sensations enveloping her brain. She was oblivious of the attention of the rest of the guests who were all watching her intently. Some were entranced by the exposed secrets of her wide flung thighs while others watched her face as she gasped and moaned.

Soon Daryl stood up again with another ant. He handed it to Ross who took the toothpick and admired the tiny creature wriggling on the end of the stick. He took hold of her left breast and squeezed it and again pulled it to its full height, the nipple standing erect on top. Karen squealed loudly as she saw the ant being carefully positioned on the sensitive nub of flesh. The squeal became a moan as a second wave of heat began to spread through her.

Daryl disappeared again and soon stood up again.

"Oh God! Not more she gasped.

"Ross smiled and said "We have only just begun he said.

To her horror he moved from her side to take up a position where he could work on her feminine crease stretched widely open. She watched him take yet another horrible little insect from Daryl and take it down out of her view below her little bush of pubic hair. She could feel the rush of wetness trickle from her widely open sex and run down over her anus. She squealed again as she felt the tell tale scratching of tiny feet, but this time it was on her swollen and sensitive clitoris. She could not tell which of the scratchings on the sensitive pink morsel of flesh was the jaws of the tiny creature and the fact that she could not see what was going on made the anticipation of the bite even worse. Very soon, however, she felt the familiar burning sensitivity transform her clit into a raging centre of agonising fire. This began to spread into the other sensitive moist membranes of this most sensitive part of her body.

Time stood still for Karen. She lost contact with her surroundings and was oblivious to all but the riot of sensation raging through her body from the three points of intense swollen throbbing pain. She shook her head from side to side, her beautiful auburn hair sweeping over her face and spreading and receding across the mattress. She wailed, gasped and shrieked constantly as the first of many orgasms racked her body causing her legs to pull on the ropes holding them up and apart. In pulling on them, she raised her bottom further from the table and offered an even more lewd view of herself to the many eyes glued to her.

Three more times was she to feel the burning kiss of the tiny creatures, but it was lost in the awesome fury of the sensations washing over her again and again. Two of the bites were placed deep in her gaping vagina, one on each side, and one on her anus which was so invitingly presented. Perspiration covered her body and the heavy table shook from her violent movements. Her pink crease was awash both from perspiration and the abundant feminine secretions from the open vagina. There was no shortage of hands eager to add to her sensation by rubbing and pulling at her clitoris and labia. Fingers were inserted into her convulsing vagina and into her anus as well. Daryl worked his middle finger up deep into her anus and then put his thumb into her vagina. She screamed as he brought them together inside her and convulsed as another orgasmic wave caused her vagina to close around the intruding digit.

Wendy was stroking her hair and kissing her forehead and lips while Maria and Ann were adding to the deluge of sensation flooding her by sucking and squeezing her swollen nipples.

Eventually it was over and she lay gasping on the table. Looking up at the little beads of perspiration running down her legs. Ann supported the back of her head with one hand and held a cold glass of Moselle to her lips. She was left tied and open for a further fifteen minutes while guests kissed and caressed her and complimented her for the show she had provided or remarked on her beautiful body.

Her hands were released first and then her legs were lowered slowly. The pains that shot through her lower back and groin as her legs returned to their natural position after so prolonged a time above her head were quite welcome. She also enjoyed the sensation of feeling her swollen labia rubbing together again. Richard helped her to her feet and after embracing and kissing her fondly, half escorted, half carried her to Peter and Ingrid's guest room. She felt that she was all climaxed out but she was wrong. Richard was gentle and cuddled and kissed her all over. His lips and tongue reawakened the fire in the still sensitive bites and they enjoyed a delightful climax together before drifting off to sleep while still coupled together.