Chapter 7

The audience applauded wildly at the completion of Simone’s flagellation of young Carol, who was now hanging exhausted in the steel frame, her bum showing the red weals of Simone’s whipping. Siobhan moved to Simone and took the whip from her, and the two women spoke quietly for a few seconds. When they had finished, Mary and Ann-Lisa, who were acting as Siobhan’s assistants for the night, were summoned by Siobhan and given instructions. They moved to the steel frame containing the victim, and unlocked hinges either side of the uprights, about half way up. This allowed them to bend Carol forward so that she was now bent over the padded crossbar, her anus and sex lips totally exposed, dripping and available. The frame was locked in place and the assistants retreated.

Simone called out “Henry!” and a flabby pink little man ran up from the audience and presented his wife with a large black strapless dildo, and he then scuttled back to his seat in the audience. Siobhan helped Simone put it on – it was a magnificent weapon with a second cock which fitted into the wearer’s cunt so that both the wearer and the ‘fuckee’ were pleasured at the same time. Once Simone was fitted with her cock, she moved to the front of the stage and faced the audience, her hands raised, her magnificent breasts with erect nipples and the giant cock obscenely rising from her groin. The audience cheered, and as she stood there, Siobhan came behind her, her hands covered with lube, and reached round the Domme and coated the rubber cock liberally with the gel. In the background, Mary was also applying the lube to Carol’s upturned cunt and anus, knowing that both openings were likely to be well stretched by Simone’s toy. At the same time, I could see that Anna-Lisa had a bottle of smelling salts and was reviving the young victim and whispering encouragement to her – I had been there before myself only a few months ago and knew that Carol must be fearing that the ordeal would never end.

Domme and victim were now ready for each other, and Simone moved to behind the young girl, and Mary took hold of the upright prosthetic and placed the end between Carol’s greased pussy lips, and Simone immediately pushed forward. The rule was that only medium-sized strap-ons were allowed on staff girls, but I doubt if Carol had ever been fucked by anything this long before, and she grimaced as the tool eased right to the top of her womb in one single push. Once in, Simone waited a few seconds for the girl’s cunt to expand, and as she waited, Siobhan moved forward and pressed something on the back of the strapping, and both Simone and Carol moaned loudly as the vibrator embedded in both cocks sprung into action and the pulses stimulated their respective labia. I am sure that this excitement alone would have brought Carol to orgasm in a few seconds, but Simone wanted more and so she started to fuck the young girl, pulling the tool virtually out of her and then driving it all the way back in slow, measured strokes. Within a couple of strokes Carol squealed and bucked and a further stream of cum poured out of her to make a puddle on the floor and the crowd in the dining room screamed and clapped.

By now there was as much sexual action in the Club room as on the stage – Katya and the two girls from Rupert’s table were still making love to each other frantically at our table, and Rupert had stretched his third companion facedown over their table and was pounding his huge cock into her fully stretched cunt. Britt was making love to me but I needed some action, so I took her hand and the two of us moved to Rupert’s table just as his companion exploded in a shattering orgasm. Rupert saw us arrive and eased his giant cock out of her, grinned and asked, “Hello Joanne, am I going to get to fuck one or both of you gorgeous girls?”

Britt slipped her hand around his sticky cock and stroked it admiringly, but I replied, “Neither darling, sensational as it would doubtless be. Britt here is to be auctioned later this evening so I think we should keep her for that, and my pussy is still recovering from the last time I let you stretch me!”

Rupert laughed and said loudly over the rising crescendo as Simone drove Carol towards yet another screaming orgasm, “So, any other reason for you to come over here?”

“Lie back on the table and Britt and I will see if we can give you a blow-job to remember.” As soon as he had laid himself back on the table, Britt climbed on top of him, 69 style and lowered her dripping pussy onto his mouth, reaching forward herself and drawing the tip of his monster into her mouth. I knelt between his legs and reached my mouth up and drew his balls sac into my mouth and, using my tongue, rolled his balls very gently around as I sucked.

If Rupert had not been virtually drowning in the stream of cum that Britt was producing, he would undoubtedly have been describing the pleasure that we were giving him, for by now Britt was getting more than half of his huge weapon into her mouth and throat with each stroke.

I decided it was time to deliver the ‘coup de grace’, so I dampened my finger and pushed it firmly into his anus, immediately reaching and stimulating his prostate gland. I felt his balls tighten and Britt gasped as a huge jet of thick creamy spunk shot right into her mouth and Rupert groaned with delight as she sucked the last drops out of him – and duly swallowed them with an enthusiastic grin on her face.

By the time I had helped Britt to her feet on the ground, Simone had clearly cum herself – the pool of the combined juices of both women was growing all the time. Simone was easing the strap-on out of Carol’s red pussy and she summoned Mary to her side. Mary reached behind Simone and turned off the vibrator, and then took the rubber cock in her small hand and steered it towards Carol’s tight little anus. Just as Simone was preparing to drive into the tight passage, Siobhan strode onto the centre of the stage and announced that Simone’s 30 minutes were now complete.

Immediately Mary and Anna-Lisa rushed forward to untie their young colleague and remove her from the steel frame, and with one either side of her, the two girls brought Carol forward to the front of the stage. Siobhan announced loudly, “My friends and lovers, a round of applause for the beautiful Carol please!”

Once the prolonged applause died down, Siobhan announced, “Well done Carol, you are now a fully qualified staff girl and we welcome you. I would remind members that, although Carol is available whenever you require her, tradition has it that she is not to be used for seven days to allow her to recover from this evening.” Mary and Anna-Lisa helped the exhausted girl off the stage, and Siobhan kissed Simone and congratulated her on providing such a great show. We all guessed that Simone’s pathetic husband was shortly going to be sodomised to make up for Simone’s failure to do it to Carol!

Siobhan then announced that drinks would be available and the next part of the evening’s entertainment would commence in 20 minutes. But she also asked all members to fill in their voting papers for the candidates to be selected for the next item, and Mary and Anna-Lisa would collect them in ten minutes time.

I explained to Britt that this was an opportunity for members to indicate to other members that their behaviour was not acceptable, and they should either improve their treatment of staff and other members, or consider resigning. A number of the people selected in previous months had been sufficiently shocked that they had changed completely and become delightful company and treated the staff girls with grace and charm. Others had taken their selection very badly, and resigned the same day – which was usually a good thing.

As members, Katya and I both had voting papers, and I had already decided on my vote – as we had already seen earlier in the evening, Sir Richard A**** had become totally obnoxious and was my first choice, Simone de Courville had a sister named Raquel who had flogged a staff girl the previous week, as a result of which the Club then had to pay to have her treated for the whipping in a local private clinic, and a man called Nigel Hansant, a boring fart who had become threatening when I refused his approaches the previous week-end and threatened to expose me to my husband and friends, little realising that my husband was less than six feet away with his cock pumping the lovely Siobhan’s arse whilst listening to this conversation as it was going on!

Mary came and collected our votes, and a few minutes later Siobhan called for silence to announce the result. “In no particular order, the three candidates tonight are – firstly, Colin Simons!” A cheer rang round the room. The rule was that the person called had to walk to the stage immediately – if they delayed or refused, then Mr Charles would have them removed from the Club immediately. A little reluctantly, a short florid man with a mammoth paunch got up and walked to the stage – he was well hung and by all account knew how to give sexual satisfaction – unfortunately he was utterly charmless and not too punctilious on personal hygiene!

“The second candidate tonight is – Raquel de Courville!” There was crash from the rear of the room and Raquel was heard swearing and cursing at Siobhan, and refusing to leave her seat. “You have ten seconds to respond, Raquel, or you know what will happen.”

Raquel stood up and shouted at the whole room, “You are all total arseholes and I want nothing more to do with you – you don’t know a great mistress when you see one. I shall go and join a club which will appreciate me.” So saying, she stalked off up the staircase and left. Her final comment was definitely wishful thinking on her part – we already knew she had been banned from several clubs for excessive brutality.

Siobhan called for silence. “In that case, our second candidate tonight will be – Sir Richard A****!!” A huge cheer went up round the room – clearly my view was widely shared. Unfortunately for Sir Richard, he was so arrogant that he marched to the stage boldly, convinced that there was no way that he would lose in a vote between himself and the pathetic Colin Simons.