A WHORE IS BORN CH - 04

One week later Debbie arrived at the designated address. It was a huge Georgian mansion located in the heart of Mayfair, London's most expensive district. The house was one of those white, stucco fronted buildings with grand white pillars on either side. It reeked of money and power. Debbie climbed up the stairs, nervously rang the door bell and again asked herself why she had come here… After she had been summarily dismissed from Jack's studio a week ago, she had spent most of the next six days in a complete state of turmoil. What was she to do? Although she had behaved in such a wanton fashion and had agreed to become a whore for the Platinum Club, none of it was binding on her. She still had time to walk away. All there existed was some fairly risqué pictures of her which, even if her husband saw, she could laugh off as a one off and there would be no issue. There were no pictures, as far as she was aware, of her playing with that huge dildo or of being covered in Jack's spunk. However she was aware that any further involvement with this cruel, ruthless man, and she could be well and truly trapped. Initially she decided that she would have no further dealings with Jack or his club, she put it down to a one off, born out of the sexual frustration that was generated by her husband's months of continued absence. She felt like that on day 1, after her session in the studio. Day 2, she had similar feelings but was beginning to wonder why Jack had not called her so that she could tell him where to go? She now had a slow burning itch in her pussy. Day 3, the itch in her pussy was getting even more intense and she was still wondering why Jack had not called? Maybe he did not need to use her body after all? Maybe he had found her body unsatisfactory? These thoughts sent waves of disappointment through the wannabe whore. Day 4, her pussy was now dripping wet and she was desperate to speak to Jack. To alleviate her tension, she decided to try and replicate fucking herself with a dildo by inserting the handle of her hairbrush up her tight cunt. Day 5, she was now so hot and horny for some news that she needed something bigger than a hairbrush so she went out and bought her first dildo. She spent all day fucking herself with it, waiting for Jack's call. By evening, exhausted and desperate for any news that indicated that she was still wanted, she decided to email Jack telling him they needed to talk. Day 6, and at 9pm Jack finally called. By this time she was beside herself. She had again fucked herself all day with the dildo but this time she had done it by watching some hardcore BDSM p0rn that she had bought. She had never bought a p0rn DVD in her life before, but she now somehow needed to recreate the kind of filthy atmosphere that the brilliant Jack had created for her the other day. When she answered the phone, he did not allow her to speak and instead ordered her to be at a certain address at 7pm sharp tomorrow. Delighted to still be wanted, she agreed and went upstairs to carry on fucking herself with her dildo. Day 7, Sunday, and there was Debbie, despite her better judgment, at the appointed address at the appointed time, ready and available for The Platinum Club to do with as they pleased. The door was answered by Jack. He was wearing black chinos and a white shirt. He greeted Debbie warmly, in a way that an old uncle might greet his niece by kissing her on both cheeks and gently shaking her by her hand. You would never have guessed that just seven days ago, he had cum all over this lady's face. When she entered the house he took her coat. He had given her no orders as to what to wear so Debbie, who had come directly from 6pm mass at a nearby church, had dressed in her normal, conservative, Jackie O sort of way. She wore a one piece all blue dress which came to her knees, a pair of sensible blue shoes and a matching white pearl necklace and earrings. She looked every bit the conservative religious housewife that she was supposed to be, and had been an hour before when she had attended evening church. She was aware that if Jack was to have his way, as he surely would, she was going to transform herself into something very different very soon. Jack looked on, said nothing and just smiled. He could see how classy and well turned out she was and wondered whether anyone else knew what a dirty bitch this beautiful lady was really? Probably no one outside the Club he happily thought. Certainly not her poor, deluded husband whom he knew was off fighting in Iraq, completely oblivious to the naughty antics of his hot, horny wife. Debbie stood there nervously looking up into Jack's smiling face, waiting to see what would happen next. Jack did not leave her waiting for too long and informed her that for today's shoot, her first as a model for the Platinum Club, they needed to go downstairs into the basement. So, after hanging her coat up on a nearby stand, he led her down. When they got to the bottom of the stairs, they were standing in a dimly lit corridor at which on either side there were two doors. Debbie then looked down and saw that the floors were not carpeted and just consisted of a cold, dark brown stone. She then saw that the walls were exactly the same as the floor. The whole ambience of the place was not warm or welcoming. It did not resemble any basement that she had been in before. It was more like a dungeon… Jack then pointed towards one of the doors and told Debbie that was her changing room. She was to go inside and put on exactly what was there for her. When she was ready, she was to come directly into this room (Jack pointed towards the door opposite her changing room) where the “shoot” was to take place. She had 10 minutes to get ready. Failure to comply with any of these instructions would lead to an immediate termination in proceedings and they would never do business again. So Debbie, with much nervousness and trepidation, slowly walled towards her changing room. She was now terrified at being in this place, this dungeon, but she also knew that her body demanded that she go through with whatever it was that Jack had in mind for her… 9 minutes 55 seconds later… Debbie entered the room. Inside she found that the walls and floor consisted of the same dark, brown flooring that was in the corridor. The room was completely sparse and there appeared to be no furniture in it whatsoever. What Debbie could see, however, were four big lamps. They were huge and almost touched the high ceiling. These were lamps that you would often find in a photography/film studio and were used to enhance the light. However in this dark, dingy room, the lamps actually provided the only source of light. They had been placed in the middle of the room but in four separate corners, as if they were each placed at the corner of an imaginary square. The light from each lamp was then directed into the middle of this imaginary square so it was all focussing on the exact same spot. And in that very spot stood Jack, arms folded, waiting for his prey. Debbie immediately walked towards him, extremely conscience of her outfit and what he would make of it, for she knew that Jack had seen another person wear something very very similar. The young famous model that was in the pictures that Jack had showed to her the other day! Debbie, like the famous British model, was wearing black six inch high heel boots with a gold ring attached to the inside of each boot, black silk stockings with suspenders which were attached to a tight black leather corset. The corset was tiny and came to rest at the bottom of her huge 34-D tits which were, as a result, completely exposed. And as she walked over to Jack, with much difficulty since she had never worn boots with such a high heel before, her huge tits wobbled deliciously with each step. Jack stood there, watching this half naked beauty make her way towards him, feeling smugly satisfied with his work. Just a few minutes ago this rich, conservative housewife, who had previously been nothing but utterly faithful to her husband of eighteen years and who had no incline of the depravity that his wife was now, had come to his house dressed, just like many other rich, conservative housewives (probably in all Channel or Armani). And from the Club's recent investigations of her, he knew that she would have just attended the Mass being held at a nearby church. No doubt she prayed, took blessings and sacraments from the good Farther with her other rich friends. After the service, she probably would have mingled with them and talked about some sort of forthcoming charity event or dinner party. Their children would have cropped up, their well being and their education. And after this inane chatting, they would have parted, kissed each other on each cheek and promised to meet up at the next coffee morning. Then, all would have left, headed back home where their husbands and family would be waiting for them and where they would all have had a loving, evening dinner. All that is except Debbie. Debbie of course had chosen to be here, in this dark, dingy dungeon, dressed like a sex slave with Jack, her new Master and the man who was no doubt going to punish her when she should really have been back at home with her daughter and on the phone to her husband making sure he was safe fighting terrorists. When she got to Jack, she stopped just a foot or so sway from him. Jack said nothing, other than to look down, nod his head and lick his lips, obviously satisfied with the stunning transformation of this conservative beauty. Debbie meanwhile looked down submissively at the floor, too embarrassed to look up at the man she knew was about to punish her, just as he had punished that young model all those years ago. She knew what was in store for her the moment she had entered the changing room and saw the outfit that had been laid out. She could have escaped there and then, she doubted Jack needed to keep her here by force. Such a man would have had lots of pussy at his disposal, so he wouldn't have had to go to the effort of forcing her to stay. Not when there were women out there, like herself, who would come here voluntarily. Debbie then, for some unknown reason other than the whole place and circumstance somehow compelled her to do it, put her hands behind her back and thrust her tits out towards him. It was the classic submissive pose for a bitch whenever she was in the presence of her Master. And it did not go unnoticed by Jack who immediately responded by reaching out with both hands and grabbing her succulent tit flesh. When he did, Debbie groaned. This was now real, aggressive, physical contact with another man. Everything that had gone on before had not involved direct contact but she now knew that she was really operating at another level. A level where men would take what they wanted, without asking, and without any regard to the woman's feelings. Jack began to roughly squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples. When he did, for the first time since she had entered this room, she looked up at her new Master and saw that he had a look of pure evil determination about him. He was no longer smiling and looked like a man who wanted to hurt and punish her. She began to groan out louder, loving the rough, cruel treatment being meted out. Jack responded by taking his hands off her tits and instead began to cruelly slap them. Each tit would get a hard, firm slap from his big hand. Still, no words had been exchanged between the two of them, yet Debbie somehow knew exactly what was expected of her: to serve and please her Master. After a couple of minutes of tit slapping, when Debbie's groans seemed to get louder and louder, Jack suddenly stopped. He still had an angry look of determination, but seemed to be conscience about something else. He then turned his head to look behind him, nodded, and then looked back at Debbie. However, he did not resume his tit slapping, which Debbie had hoped for, but instead walked away without uttering a word. Debbie was left standing there, hands still clasped behind her back. Her tits, now a deep shade of red from the slapping, heaved up and down and she was in a small state of confusion. What, or who, was her Master nodding at and why had he walked away? Foolishly Debbie had assumed they were alone in this dungeon. She was about to discover that she was wrong. Once Jack had left, she now had an unobstructed view of what was in front of her. However, because of the bright lights that were beaming down on her, she found it difficult to see beyond them. And, because the room was so big, and she was standing in the middle, this further hindered her view of what was at the back of the room. Without taking any steps forward -- she had not been ordered to do so -- she leaned her head forward a little in order to try and make out what, if anything, lay in front of her. Straining her eyes, she could now see smoke coming from the back of the room. Then she noticed the smell. It was cigar smoke, expensive, Cuban cigar smoke, unmistakable. Belonging to a family of some wealth, she had been around enough men who smoked cigars to recognise an expensive Cohiba. Now where there was a cigar, there would be someone smoking it. She looked down. At first she could not see anything, but, after a few moments, when her eyes adjusted a little to the light, she could make out the outline of two men! Oh my God, she screamed to herself, she was not alone! This was terrible. And there was more, for, in addition to the men, she could also tell that there were two women, one on each of the men's lap. Debbie was truly horrified. She had not expected this. She had expected her first shoot, as a model of The Platinum Club, to be alone, just with Jack, where he would punish her and then cum all over her, just as he had done before. And then maybe, in later shoots, other members would be introduced. But not in her first shoot. Not dressed like this, waiting to be punished. But this sudden revelation did not cause Debbie to leave. That thought did not enter her head. She had agreed to come here, to serve at the pleasure of Jack and that is exactly what she was going to do. However, she did want to try and see a little more of what was going on ahead of her. But she still could not see clearly, so bright were the lights shining down on her, as such, she could not make out any of the faces, either of the men or the women. The men's faces were obscured, not only by the darkness ahead, but also by the cigar smoke and the fact that each woman had leant back into her man, put her arms around his neck and was kissing their neck or cheek. They were also stroking their man's face, it was as if they were paying homage to them. She could however tell that each man was wearing a dark, business suit. They also looked old. They were probably distinguished, rich men who were here to enjoy the show. She then saw that each man had a hand on their woman's leg and was stroking it. Each woman had on a ridiculously short mini skirt, and what looked like black hose but, as one of the man's hands went up one of the woman's legs, she noted that it came to rest on naked flesh. Of course, the women were both wearing stockings. The hands of the men were actually the most visible thing to her since they were that bit closer and there was no cigar smoke obstructing her view. She then noted that one of the man's hand, that had risen up to play with the naked flesh, was not white but black! Debbie, if possible, was even more shocked. She had little or no contact with the black community and to discover that she was displaying her lovely, white body to a black man was another shock on top of numerous other shocks that day. She then looked at the man sitting next to the black one to see if he was too black. She could not be sure until he put his hand on his girl's leg and, when it reached the flesh above her stockings, she was relieved to see that his hand was white. For poor Debbie, that was something. There were also the faint sounds of male laughter and conversation emanating from the back of the room. Then she heard the sound of girly giggles. Clearly all were enjoying themselves, probably at her expense. This was humiliating for the rich, upper class Debbie. She was a lady that was used to being invited to the opening nights of London's premier operas and plays, sitting in the best seats and wearing the finest clothes and jewellery. She was not, however, used to standing in dark basements, dressed like a sex slave, there for the amusement of people she did not know or could not really see. This was humiliation on a scale not tolerated normally by Britain's elite. Unless of course they were horny dirty sluts, that is. Despite feeling degraded and humbled by her current predicament, the poor lady also felt turned on. She could not explain it. She could make the case for feeling aroused in the presence of a tall, hansom man like Jack. But in front of these people, including other women, well, that was igniting in her dark feelings of sexual arousal that she previously thought never existed. What kind of woman was she, she wondered? How much more of this degrading treatment could she endure? And enjoy? As Debbie mulled this over, she could tell that there was movement up ahead. She saw that both women had got up from the laps of their respective men, no doubt after taking instructions from them, and were walking towards her. They walked with a confident swagger, by swaying their hips with each step in the manner of a fashion model. In a matter of just a few seconds both girls had walked into the “square of light” that Debbie was standing in and, Debbie, for the first time, managed to get a better look at each of the girls. On first inspection, they looked slightly younger than her, possibly in their late 20s or early 30s. They both had short, cropped black hair. One was the split of Uma Thurman as she was in Pulp Fiction and the other Cate Blanchett as she currently looks in Indiana Jones IV. As such, they were both stunning. In addition to the same, severe, short, black hair, they also wore identical outfits. They had on leather boots, heels slightly smaller than Debbie's at around five inches, but their boots did not have rings on them; a tiny, pleated black mini skirt, which flared up at the bottom and did nothing to protect much of their arse's from being on display; a crisp white shirt and of course, the obligatory black stockings and suspenders. Their breasts were big, slightly smaller than Debbie's at probably around a 34C and it was clear that neither were wearing bras. Debbie knew this because a few buttons of their shirt had been undone revealing their vast expanse of cleavage. Once they had got to where Debbie was standing, each of them took a place on either side of the stationary wife and stood at a 45 degree angle to her. They then both put their hands on their hips and looked at her. Debbie remained motionless, hands still behind her back, tits still thrust forward. This was pure theatre and obviously put on for the pleasure of the men at the back of the room, who remained seating, smoking and laughing. For several seconds, the stunning women just looked up and down at the equally stunning housewife. They both licked their lips, admiring the goods on offer. Debbie meanwhile was in an utter state of turmoil, she looked at the beautiful women who were just now inches away from her. They were stunning, classy ladies, not common tarts or whores, but ladies of real substance who, like herself, were somehow caught up in this dark, dangerous world. She looked down at their hands and saw that each of them had on a big diamond engagement ring. They were married, like her. And now, standing so close to them, she could get a better look at their faces, which were staring at her intensely as they smiled and licked their lips. And as Debbie looked at them, she thought that for a moment, that she could recognise them. Surely she would not know the women who were happily standing there, enjoying paying witness to her humiliating treatment? Arms still clasped behind her back, she moved her head closer to get a better look. She looked at one of them in the eyes and slowly, but ever so surely, the full horror of what was happening to her, hit her. My God, she did know this girl! Immediately she turned to her right to look at the second girl, and again, in a matter of just a few seconds, she realised that she knew the other! Her mouth dropped in horror. She tried to speak, but found that no words could come out of her mouth, so paralysed was she with how events were spiralling out of control. She found that she had no idea what she would say. She initially wanted to apologise for being there, that she was not really a slut and please do not tell her husband about all this. She felt that there could be a real risk that her deviant behaviour would be revealed to the public by these women, resulting at the end of her marriage and the collapse of her social standing. One of the women, the Uma Thurman look alike then put one of her fingers to her mouth to indicate to Debbie that she should be quiet. It was as if she could see what was going through Debbie's mind and wanted her to remain silent, and calm. It then occurred to Debbie that of course her secret was safe, for any of these girls to be able to reveal the goings on this dungeon, they would have to admit that they were there too, resulting in the exact same consequences for them as would result for Debbie. Relief poured through her as she realised that her fate was tied up with theirs and in all probability she was perfectly safe. She looked again at the beautiful women, neither of whom were actually very good friends of Debbie's and tried to take in The woman to her left, the Uma Thurman look-alike, was called Penelope. Penelope was the daughter of a rich industrialist, she was aged 29, and had married a rich hedge fund owner of similar age. The woman to her right, Felicity, the Cate Blanchett look-alike, was slightly older, at 31, the daughter of a leading politician and, like Debbie, was married to an army officer who was currently away fighting in Afghanistan. It was clear to Debbie that neither of these women's husbands was here today. And like Debbie, they were unfaithful, dirty whores. Debbie had met Felicity and Penelope at a number of social functions, and in particular charity events. Like Debbie, they were each, polite, charming and every bit the good old fashion English lady. Or at least, that was what they were pretending to be. They had gone to the best colleges and had married well. They were part of the British establishment and would often be photographed in the press, attending Royal and charity functions. But like Debbie, underneath that veneer of high society respectability, they had been caught by the web of cunningness that is The Platinum Cub and had fulfilled their destiny by becoming dirty fucking whores. Back in the dungeon, Penelope was the first to move by taking few steps to her right and standing in front of Debbie. She then gently stroked her face, moved her head forward and kissed her, forcing Debbie's mouth open to allow her tongue to enter. This was the first time that Debbie had ever been kissed by another woman and she found the whole experience strangely satisfying. She instantly found that a woman's kiss was gentle and tender. They had a different taste to men, like strawberries almost. She instinctively reacted by pushing her tongue out, meeting Penelope's. Penelope then brought her hands on to Debbie's still outthrust tits and gently stroked the flesh, which was still raw and tender from its slapping. As she did, Debbie groaned through Penelope's mouth, loving the attention her poor abused breasts were receiving from this kind, gentle lady. This went on for a minute or so before Felicity made her move and came to stand next to the embracing couple. It was as if she had come to break things up and, to Debbie's regret, this is what happened for Penelope immediately stopped kissing her. Pity, Debbie thought… Fortunately for her, things were not at an end. Penelope moved to one side to allow Felicity to move closer and then both women lowered their heads and each began to each suck on one of Debbie huge nipples. Debbie looked down on them as they paid homage to her lovely big red breasts. They were so gentle and caring, she had never experienced anything like it before. She allowed her hands to come out from behind her back as she thrust her tits towards her lovers mouths. Their hands then snaked behind Debbie and began to lovingly caress each cheek of her gorgeous, pert behind. This was all too much for the poor housewife and she began to pant out loud, she was sooo close… Their sweet ministrations went on for a little while and, as time progressed, Debbie's panting became louder and louder. It was not long before she was making sounds that would normally be associated with an animal rather than a human being. And just as it seemed like the poor bitch was about to cum, the ladies stopped and suddenly stood up. It was as if they knew that they were not allowed to give the bitch an orgasm. They stood directly in front of her and cheekily smiled, it was like they were telling her that she was a naughty little tart who was not yet allowed to cum. She in turn had a pleading look about her, not wanting her first lesb! an experience to end in an anticlimax. It was Penelope who shook her head and sweetly smiled, just as a parent would when admonishing a young child when they had misbehaved. Then Felicity walked around to stand to the right of Debbie, still not a single word had been spoken between the three high society ladies. Felicity then crouched down on to her knees, reached over and gently grabbed hold of Debbie's left boot and pulled it towards her. Wearing six inch boots meant that Debbie was in real danger of losing her balance, so she was initially reluctant to allow her boot to be dragged away. However Penelope, aware of this, moved forward and grabbed hold of Debbie's shoulder to provide her with some support. When she did, it was much easier for Felicity to take her boot and bring it towards her. As her leg was being pulled to her right, Debbie looked down to see what was going on. Once her boot was about two feet away from her other leg, she saw that to the left of her boot, just beside her inside ankle, she could see a long gold chain that had been drilled into the floor. It then occurred to her that they were beginning the process of restraining her just like the model had been in those pictures! Debbie looked into Penelope's eyes, fear radiating from her. She opened her mouth to speak, but Penelope reacted quickly and put her finger over Debbie's mouth and looked at her in a sweet, scolding way. Again words were unnecessary, Penelope's shaking head said it all. Debbie's words were neither sought, nor needed. Debbie was there of her own choice and she knew what would happen to her if she remained. Complaining and pleading now would be a waste of time bearing in mind the proceedings had started. Before she knew it, she heard a click. She looked down and saw that Felicity had attached her boot to the gold chain on the floor. It had started. There was now well and truly no escape. Felicity then got up, walked over to the other side and repeated the process with her left boot. Once that was attached, Debbie's legs were now spread wide by about four feet. And in those ridiculously high boots, if it wasn't for Penelope's support, she surely would have toppled over. Felicity then came over to stand with Penelope in front of Debbie. Felicity then grabbed hold of her left arm and raised it towards the ceiling. Debbie looked up and she could see, hanging down a few feet in front of her, two thick brown ropes which were about two feet apart from each other. Then, with impressive speed, Felicity began to tie the rope expertly around her left wrist. The type of knot used by Felicity suggested that Debbie would not escape easily. The process was repeated with her right wrist. Once this was done, Debbie was secure and she no longer required support from Penelope, who moved a few paces away from her in order to admire their work. There she saw Debbie, dressed in black boots, stockings, suspenders, corset, her legs forcibly spread wide open by her boots being attached to rings in the floor; she was then forced to lean forward, with her back at around a 45 degree angle to her legs, by having her wrists tied to rope hanging directly in front of her. It was a classic pose for a submissive bitch and one that Debbie had seen before. But still the girls were not finished. Felicity, who had momentarily moved behind Debbie and had disappeared into the darkness, returned holding what appeared to be a red ball gag. She then stood in front of the restrained beauty and looked down at her. Quickly, and suddenly, she bent down and gave the panting beauty a long, passionate, loving kiss. It was like one last kiss before they said goodbye. And then, just as suddenly as she had started, Felicity broke away from her loving embrace and, with the speed and efficiency that only came to an expert, she tied the ball gag around Debbie's face and secured it into her mouth. Now she was well and truly restrained. Then, all of a sudden, Debbie began to thrash about wildly. Panic had, for the first time that day, well and truly set it. It had dawned on her that she was now in no position to escape and, with the ball gag firmly secured in her mouth, it also meant that no one could no hear her scream or cry out for help. She could be tortured, raped or even killed, and no one would hear a thing. This was certainly not what she had signed up. She looked up at the ropes tying her wrists and began to tug on them, trying to set herself free. She moved her legs, but her boots were securely chained to the floor. There was no escape. She then looked up towards Penelope and Felicity and, whilst thrashing away, began to scream and cry out, all of which was muffled by the ball gag which was proving to be very useful. Meanwhile Penelope and Felicity stood next to each other, directly opposite Debbie, each had put an arm around the others waist and they smiled sweetly, satisfied with what they had achieved and delighted to see the poor lady in so much distress. It was what they had wanted and been ordered to do. They knew that no real harm would ever come to Debbie, this was not the purpose of The Platinum Club. Sure, the Club was designed for the gratification of old, perverted men, but Snuff, or any real physical harm, well that was strictly off the agenda. However whipping and spanking was definitely high on the agenda. But before Debbie's punishment could begin, Penelope and Felicity, in addition to being given strict orders to restrain her, had also been ordered to entertain their Masters. And by “entertain” they knew exactly what that meant. Still standing within the “square of light” created by the four lamps, Penelope and Felicity were clearly visible to their Masters sitting behind them. Debbie was still thrashing away, making muffled screams into her gag. Her tits were bouncing up and down as she looked for her way out of her terrible predicament. She seemed to be looking around, in the vain hope for someone to release her, not knowing that her actions were providing her audience with the maximum of pleasure. After a minute or so of this, and when Penelope and Felicity saw that tears were pouring down the poor bitch's lovely face, they decided they would try and help her forget what was happening to her. They turned their heads to face each other and kissed. It was a loving, slow kiss. They then slightly broke away but only so that they could stick their tongues out of their mouth and flick them on to each other. And Debbie, on seeing this, slowly began to stop her thrashing and started to focus on what was happening in front of her. The eroticism of the scene had inevitably brought about in her some calmness. She was still completely terrified, but at least now she had something to take her mind off her own predicament. Their kissing went on for a while. Penelope and Felicity turned away from Debbie so that they faced each other. As they kissed, they tenderly stroked each other's face. Hands then moved down so that they could cup each others arse under their small, pleated black miniskirt. They gently caressed each firm cheek. This was tender love making, sweet girl-on-girl action that appealed to virtually all men. Especially their Masters who were the principle beneficiaries of their performance, and it presented a nice contrast to the dark nature of Debbie's situation. But, like all great entertainers, Penelope and Felicity knew when to move on so as not to bore their audience. They broke off from their kissing to look lovingly at each other. Penelope, who was standing to Debbie's left (and as such their Masters right) brought her hands over Felicity's big, heaving bosom and gently stroked each big tit. They were still covered by the thin, white cotton blouse, but their size and outline were clearly visible due to the shirts transparency. And under the glare of the spotlights, this transparency was even more pronounced as such, you could also clearly make out her thrusting big fat brown nipples which seemed as if they would, at any moment, burst through the thin material. Penelope gently stroked Felicity's tits and then started to pinch her nipples. Felicity just looked back at her, mouth open, panting. They may have been forced to entertain, but that clearly did not stop them revelling in their Master's perversion. As Penelope continued to stroke Felicity's tits, Debbie hoped that she would reveal them to her audience. She was not to be disappointed. After 30 seconds or so, Penelope's hands worked their way up to Felicity's neck. She caressed it for a few seconds before moving down and, ever so carefully, opened the first button on her blouse, which, due to the pressure being exerted by the size of her tits, seemed to almost ping open of its own accord. Penelope moved down the blouse carefully opening each button and as she did she again gently kissed Felicity on her mouth. Once all the buttons had been opened, she stopped kissing Felicity and opened her shirt. The audience now had a profile view of Felicity's big, heaving tits and, even from this angle, their size, firmness and general lusciousness was clearly apparent. Felicity now grabbed hold of Penelope's face and started to bring it down towards her breasts. Penelope in turn took a few steps back, in order to get a better position, spread her leg, thrust her arse out, and allowed Felicity to guide her mouth onto her right tit. She then opened her mouth and gently began to suck on the nipple. Her right hand meanwhile moved over and began to caress her other exposed tit, stroking it and pinching the nipple. Felicity, both hands still on Penelope's head, threw her head back, opened her mouth and groaned in obvious delight. After a while, Penelope moved her head over to other tit for some similar sucking action. And it did not take too long before Felicity's panting was beginning to sound more like the animal grunts that Debbie had been making only moments before. As Penelope tenderly sucked and stroked her lover's breasts, one of her hands, moved behind Felicity to the back of her skirt, where she gracefully and quickly unbuttoned it. In a light flutter, Felicity's tiny micro mini fell to the floor. Debbie, thoroughly transfixed by the lesbian action, was now completely motionless, her hysterics of a few minutes before just a distant memory and, instead of screaming into her ball gag, she was now groaning in delight. Her pussy was dribbling love juices down her thighs, some even dripped on to the floor, so copious was the amount that she was producing. How she wished that she was one of the girl's in front of her. Maybe if she survived today, and proved herself a dutiful model for her Masters, she too could be so lucky… With her skirt removed, Debbie could see all of Felicity's lovely long legs. Of course she wore the uniform of all Platinum Club sluts, stockings, suspenders tied to a suspender belt. Debbie then noted that she was not wearing any panties, g-string or otherwise. Maybe the men had removed them before, when they had fucked her? She groaned at the thought of this, this respectable woman of high society being unfaithful with an older, cruel man… After Penelope had removed her skirt, Felicity decided to remove her blouse, which she let drop down on to the floor with her skirt. She was now just wearing her black boots and lingerie. With her tits still being lovingly serviced, she was close to cumming. In order to expedite her pleasure, and the proceedings (she knew there was still much to get through) she pushed Penelope's head further down, down towards her wet pussy. Penelope obediently dropped to her knees and started to lick Felicity's clit. Felicity kept both hands on Penelope's head, guiding her towards her clit. Her head lolled from side to side, her eyes were closed and she was now screaming out in delight. She was so close to cumming and it would not take Penelope too long to bring her there. And, true enough, after a few moments, when Felicity began to shove her groin into Penelope's face, she threw her head back and her screams reached a high, pitched level, her audience knew that she had finally cum, and cum hard. It took a minute or so before Felicity's orgasm subsided. Once she had stopped groaning and released Penelope's head, Penelope rose up from her kneeling position and once more stood, face to face with her lover. Felicity then began to gently stroke her face, just as Penelope had done with her. It seemed that Felicity was going to reciprocate the same sweet, loving attention that she had been the beneficiary. But then that suddenly all changed. Felicity, with impressive speed, removed her hand from her cheek and, in one vicious movement, slapped Penelope across her face, leaving a huge red mark on her left cheek. Penelope screamed out, genuinely in anguish and shock at what had just happened. She brought her hand up to clasp her left cheek as she looked at Felicity, pleading to know what had just happened. But Felicity had not finished, for, with her left hand, she repeated the slapping on Penelope's right cheek, this time though, the slap was even harder, and louder. Again Penelope, screamed out, and now she was clasping both cheeks, looking genuinely confused and terrified. Debbie, looked on, also with bemusement. She had not expected this. She, like Penelope, had expected the same, warm tender love making that she had just witnessed, and enjoyed. What Debbie did not know, and nor did Penelope, was that earlier in the day, Felicity had been given strict orders by one of her Masters to punish Penelope for a breaking one of the Club's cardinal rules. You see Penelope, who had earlier that day been collected by her Master and Club member (and who was actually the unknown white man sat at the back of the room), had been given strict instructions as to what to wear. This was standard practice for all the Club's bitch's whenever they were going to be servicing one of their Master's. Indeed, the outfit had been mailed to her earlier in the week with strict instructions to wear exactly what was inside and nothing else. When she had received it, she had carefully hidden it away from her loving husband, the hedge fund owner, who of course had no idea of Debbie's secret dark life. Penelope, who had been a servant of the Club for a number of years now, knew the rules well and the consequences of breaking them. As such, she always followed them to the letter, making sure she wore, and did, exactly what she was told. Today, Sunday, was the day that she had been ordered to make herself available for the Club and wear the designated items. Before she got herself ready, she had been to afternoon church with her husband, who was then off to visit his parents. Penelope had been able to excuse herself, claiming an evening church function, which her husband had accepted since she went on so many these days (most were now a ruse for Club duties) and which he accepted as a necessary part of life for devout Christians. When she got home, she took off her Church outfit, which consisted of flesh coloured stocking, suspenders, g-string and a simple, blue Channel dress. (The lingerie that she wore these days always complied with Club regulations since it had become a force of habit for her to dress like a slut and she wore them without even giving it a moments thought). When she removed her clothes, she dumped them in a pile on the bed. She then rushed over to her closet, where she had secretly hidden the package sent to her by the Club, opened it and threw all the items on to the bed next to her Sunday garb. Running late, she then ran off to the shower to get herself ready. Unfortunately for Penelope, the g-string that she happened to wear to Church was black, just like the lingerie that had been mailed to her. But what she did not know at that stage, since she had not carefully examined the items that had been sent was that today's outfit did not include a g-string. When she returned from showering, she looked down at the bed and started to get ready. More often then not, the Club would provide a g-string, hardly ever a bra, but a g-string was a favourite for most members. So as she got ready, it was natural of her to pick up the g-string that she had worn to church, and which lay next to the Club's items, assume it had been sent by them and happily slide it on. 30 minutes or so later she was in the car of her Master, a seasoned member of the Club, and the man who had chosen the outfits for the girls to wear that day. She was kneeling in the back of his limo, presenting her bottom to her Master. When he flipped up her tiny skirt, it was with some surprise that he saw the offending item resting between the valley of her perfect buttocks. He expected his orders to be followed and had wanted to see nothing other then pure, creamy white flesh. Now for some, this was hardly a serious offence. After all, it was not like she was wearing a pair of trousers or a jumper! She was wearing an item of clothing that was still designed purely for the pleasure of men. But the Club was not founded on slack principles. Whenever one of their girls stepped out of line, in a small or big way, punishment would inevitably follow. Bitch's needed to know that they obeyed their Masters and if they ever stepped out of line, the consequences would be severe. If they did not punish them, then chaos would inevitably ensue. And normally the punishment for disobeying a Club order would be meted out there and then, but Penelope's Master had a flash of genius and decided it could wait. Taking hold of the offending item, he ripped it in two, dropped it to the floor and then proceeded to violently fuck the bitch in her arse, spanking her cheeks in the process. Penelope meanwhile saw nothing unusual in her Master's actions. anal sex, spanking and general roughness were all common place in the Club and something that of course she enjoyed. So she happily rested her head on the backseat of the car and allowed her perfectly formed married arse to be cruelly buggered by her brute of a Master, not knowing that she had broken one of the cardinal rules of the Club. Back in the dungeon, after receiving her second slap from Felicity, Penelope looked over to her Master to see what was going on. She knew that Felicity would never treat her like this unless she had been given strict orders to do so. Through the mist of Cigar smoke and the darkness, Penelope looked to her Master for some help. Her Master could tell that she was seeking guidance. Felicity also looked towards him and, when he nodded his head towards Felicity, Penelope knew that her punishment had been authorised. There was nothing she could do other than to accept it. If she refused, or tried to prevent any of it from happening, she would be immediately expelled from the Club and her life as a whore would be at an end. Penelope, whose life now revolved around serving these disgusting, rich men, could never allow that to happen. So Penelope allowed Felicity to remove her hands from her face. When she did, Felicity slapped each cheek again. More screams and this time some tears. Her face was bright red and was stinging sharply. She had been whipped, spanked and caned before, liking all of them, but this she did not like. But this she had to take. Fortunately for Penelope, the face slapping was mow an end. It was merely to let her know that she was being punished for a misdemeanour, the slapping was not really for anyone's pleasure. But her punishment was far from over. Felicity's hands then wandered down and over Penelope's tits. They were of similar size to hers and just as hers had been minutes before, they were being constrained, and revealed that in just the same sort of tight, transparent blouse. But rather then reveal them to her audience by gracefully opening each button, she grabbed the folds of the blouse and ripped it open, causing Penelope's delicious big tits to jiggle up and down and the shirt buttons to ping across the room with one hitting Debbie straight in the face. Poor Penelope screamed out as Felicity roughly dragged the shirt off her arms, and threw it on to the floor. She then yanked down Penelope's tiny skirt until it was too on the floor. Like her Mistress, Penelope was just now dressed in black boots, stockings, suspenders and suspender belt. And with both having short black crop hair, and similar size tits, they could almost have been twins. Felicity then moved closer to Penelope and started to kiss her, stroking her red, abused face. This was an unexpected act of kindness and it also allowed their big tits to mash up against each other, in a classic loving lesbian way. Both sets of nipples were like rock hard bullets and they occasionally would rub up against each other. As they kissed, both women's hands dropped to their partner's buttocks, which they lovingly stroked. For their Masters, they were putting on quite a show, and were undoubtedly pleasing then with their love making. Seeing two women, two beautiful women, make out, their naked, firm bodies rubbing up against each other was a particular favourite of the members and something that all models were, at some stage required to perform. Some were initially reluctant, having never been with a woman before, but all relented, knowing it was what their Masters wanted. These two were examples of women who, prior to their initiation, had never made love to another woman. Both had been forced to do so a number of years ago, in this very same dungeon. Penelope, in particular, had strongly objected, but once she had been whipped and gang-raped by several members, she relented. Now she was a seasoned lesbian and often made out with Felicity who was a personal favourite of hers. Felicity, who was slightly more of a whore then Penelope, agreed to girl-on-girl action almost immediately. As they made out, one could have suspected that Penelope's punishment was at an end, Debbie certainly thought so. But seasoned viewers of the Platinum Club would know that a bitch who required punishing would never get off so lightly. So, after a few minutes of general kissing, bottom stroking and tits being thrust up against each other, Felicity broke off and looked at Penelope in a sever fashion. Still no words were spoken, none were needed. Penelope was experienced enough, and had been in this dungeon enough, to know what happened to naughty girls who disobeyed their Master. Penelope turned around so her delicious bottom was facing her Masters, she then took a few steps towards Debbie. Debbie, for a brief moment, thought that she was coming over to her to once more give her some much needed love and attention. Alas, she was wrong. When she was about two metres or so away from Debbie, she stopped and lifted her arms up towards the ceiling. It was then that Debbie noticed, for the first time, that hanging from the wall directly opposite her, were two more ropes, just like the ones used to tie her up and they were also too about a two feet apart from each other. Penelope then grabbed hold of them, and wrapped them securely around her hands. Then, she pushed her arse out, arched her back so she was too standing at around a 45 degree angle, and spread her legs as wide as Debbie's. There were now two high-class, rich, naughty housewives, alone in a dark dangerous dungeon, adopting the same, classic subservient pose that all naughty bitch's adopted when they required the immediate, severe attention of their Masters, or Mistresses in this case. They also happened to be opposite each other, staring into each others eyes. Both had been stripped of all their upper class respectability and dignity. The only difference between the two was that Debbie had to be forcibly restrained and gagged, whereas Penelope had got into her subservient position herself, did not require restraints or a gag. The reason being was that Debbie was a virgin in the BDSM world and had to be forcibly restrained whereas Penelope was a seasoned whore. She had often been whipped, caned and generally abused in this place so she knew what was required of her. Felicity had moved out of the square of light and had disappeared from everyone's view. Debbie now looked at Penelope who in turn looked straight back. Debbie was now totally calm, resigned to her fate (she now realised that it was highly unlikely that any permanent damage would be done to her) and looked on with growing interest as the events unfolded in front of her. She unfortunately was limited in her facial expressions due to her ball gag and as such could not communicate with Penelope. Such restrictions did not apply to Penelope, but she still chose not to talk directly with Debbie (no doubt due to a direct order from her Master that any communication was strictly forbidden). But that did not prevent Penelope from licking her lips, panting and generally looking like a wanton whore in heat, her wh0rish behaviour speaking louder than any words. Meanwhile, Debbie was impressed by Penelope's fortitude, she had not registered even one howl of protest since her punishment had began. Debbie, now embarrassed by her earlier hysterical behaviour, which was unbecoming for any whore she thought that vowed to herself that one day, she too would become like Penelope; a bitch who was required to server her Masters and had no choice but to do whatever they asked that even if meant enduring unbearable humiliation or pain. The Masters, who sat behind Penelope, now had a clear unobstructed view of her delicious, young, married arse lovingly framed by black suspenders. The ridiculously high black boots, the spread legs and the arched back all meant that her arse was thrust out towards them in a most alluring and degrading manner. And in addition to being able to see her dripping wet pussy, her anal hole was also visible to them. Then, out of nowhere, Felicity reappeared. Debbie had no idea where she had gone, but she came to stand in front of her. In her left hand she held a long, thin brown cane, clearly the chosen instrument that would be used to administer Penelope's punishment. As a display of her authority over Penelope, and also for the benefit of her audience, she walked around Penelope, slowly tapping the cane in her other hand. This may have been pure theatre, but it did allow her Masters to get a better look at Felicity's body and to enjoy watching at lovely big tits wobble up and down with each step. Bearing in mind her own outfit, she looked every bit like a domineering mistress as she circled her prey. After making a few full circles around Penelope, Felicity came to a stop and stood to her left (Debbie's right), but was a few feet in front of her. Penelope had now stopped panting and a deadly silenced enveloped the room. Debbie wondered what would happen next, what had Felicity been ordered to do? Felicity, for effect, initially did nothing. Then, when she thought the torment was getting too much for Penelope, she raised the cane and positioned it in front of Penelope's panting big tits, which, due to her pose, were thrusting out, nipples pointing towards the ceiling. Then she slowly drew her arm back until it was at about a 90 degree angle from Penelope's breasts and then, with impressive speed, brought the cane down viciously on to her breasts. The cane made a “whishing” noise as it moved through the air and, when it struck the delicate tit flesh, a “thwack” noise could be heard, followed by a loud scream from Penelope. Felicity did not give any time for Penelope to recover as she immediately repeated the process, cruelly slicing Penelope's breasts, just as she had been ordered to do so. Penelope through her head back and screamed out in genuine pain. But she did not flinch, nor did she change her stance. She was a good bitch who had come to learn to love taking her punishment, because she ultimately knew that this pleased her cruel Masters, and that was all that mattered to her. Debbie looked on horror. Sure, her tits had been slapped, but caning a poor woman's breasts was taking cruelty to a new, frightening level. She saw that after each time the cane hit its target, a bright, red stripe would be left, Penelope would throw her head back and let out a high pitch scream, which seemed to get louder and louder with each application of the rod. Abusing such tender flesh clearly caused the poor bitch much pain. And yet this cruelty continued to make Debbie feel hot and her pussy wet. Inside she wished that it was she that was being abused, that it was she who was taking this punishment in order to please the Masters, who were still happily sitting at the back of the room, smoking their big fat Cuban cigars. Debbie could not explain how she felt other than she now knew what this made her: it made her a subservient whore and bitch whose body she no longer controlled, it now belonged to men who knew how to derive real, brutal pleasure from the female form. Men, unlike her loving, gentle husband, whom she sadly recognised was totally incapable of treating her like all women craved and needed to be treated. Like whores. Meanwhile, the caning continued, unabated and without mercy. Penelope still screamed out, but Debbie could sense a change in her. Rather than the screams sounding like real cries of pain, they had developed into low, animal grunts that Debbie now recognised as being sound of arousal, rather than one of pain. Debbie also realised that despite the obvious pain being inflicted on Penelope, the fact that it was at the behest of her Masters probably meant that this was a cause of extreme arousal for her. The fact that Penelope could offer her tits like this, to be abused, caned and generally tortured, all because her Master had deemed it necessary and because he would get sick pleasure out of it, well that was clearly enough for a true whore to gain her own sick pleasure. It was a remarkable state of affairs and, had it not been for the fact that she was too on her way to becoming a sex slave, she never would have understood it. Debbie began to groan and started to once more thrash her bottom around. Not now because she was terrified, but because she too wanted to be punished, to feel a whip or a cane being applied to her defenceless, married body. After several more strokes, which left most of Penelope's tit fleshed marked, Felicity, to Debbie's disappointment, stopped caning her. Penelope's head, hung down, she was exhausted from the pain and of course the pleasure. It was unclear to Debbie whether Penelope had cum (she had) but nevertheless, a look of pure, unadulterated, arousal radiated from Penelope's face. Her mouth was open, panting, saliva was dripping down but still she held on to the rope, her legs were still spread and her tits were thrust out, despite the pain, she had maintained her position. Debbie now wondered whether the punishment had stopped. Felicity was looking towards the back of the room, no doubt seeking guidance from her Masters who were in complete control, directing events from the back of the room. Not that Debbie could see, but the old white man sitting in the back of the room had nodded his head and had indicated to Felicity that things were to continue. Felicity then took a few steps back so that she was now standing behind Penelope. Like she had done with Penelope's tits, she placed the cane over her arse. Now was the time for providing her real audience, her Masters, with a proper view of the bitch's punishment. The tit caning had largely been for the benefit of Debbie as they wanted to show Debbie what kind of level of abuse to expect now that she was a slave of the Club. Once again, Felicity, for effect, paused, wanting her bitch to wait before her arse was caned. It also allowed her Masters to get a proper view of things: there stood one upper class lady, just dressed in her black boots, stockings and suspenders, her lovely naked tits heaving up and down in delight, holding a cane over another upper class lady, dressed in the same way but who was adopting a submissive pose. They were so far removed from their normal, respectable existence that had any of their friends or family seen them at that moment, they probably would have died from the shock. And just as she had done when caning her tits, Felicity moved her arm back as far as it could go, and then in one graceful motion, brought it down onto poor Penelope's defenceless arse. When it struck, Penelope threw her head back, screamed and lurched forward causing her red abused tits to shake up and down. Within a few seconds, the process was repeated causing the same reaction in Penelope. And as with her tits, red stripes quickly appeared on her arse. Debbie was now groaning into her ball gag, although she could not see Penelope's arse, she still could see her lunge forward each time the cane was applied to her, loving the way those big breasts would shake up and down. And the effect of all this was that for the first time in her life, without any physical contact being applied to her, Debbie came. And she came like a whore in heat. For Penelope, as the cane sliced into her defenceless cheeks, she was experiencing pain and pleasure in equal measure. But she did not yet know why she was being punished -- she tried to recall when she had last displeased one of her Masters, but she was sure she had done everything that she had been ordered to do. Her body, as was usual these days, had been regularly fucked and abused -- only last weekend she had been gangbanged by a group of members where she had been forced to pleasure three cocks at the same time; one in each of her arse, pussy and mouth. She could not recall letting any of these men down. They came in copious quantities, many times. And today, she had worn what was sent (or so she believed) taken her Master's cock first up her arse, after which he ordered her to suck it. And she was sure she drank every drop of his spunk. (Often whores were punished if they did not swallow all of the spunk offered (members could be very particular about this since they felt that a bitch should be grateful to receive their valuable cum and should not waste any of it) others however preferred to see them dribble some out, knowing that they were unable to swallow it all). But the fact that she did not know why she had displeased her Master was a complete irrelevance. The only thing that mattered was that for whatever reason, they were dissatisfied with her. As such, she was duty bound, and happy, to provide her body to them in order for them to punish her at their pleasure. As the cane continued to be applied mercilessly to her bottom, she looked down at her red tits which were still shaking up and down as she lunged forward in pain. She saw the marks and knew, from experience, that they would take at least a week to heal. As would her arse, which would by now be similarly covered with red welts. She knew this meant that she would have to keep her body concealed from her husband who could never know her dark secret. It also meant that she would probably be fucked all week by her Master since she also knew from experience that nothing appealed to him more than fucking an abused body. He would also probably want to do it in her marital bed and make her phone to her husband whilst he fucked her. For the umpteenth time that day, she came at the thought. A few seconds later the caning stopped and Felicity dropped the cane to the floor. She then moved to stand directly behind Penelope, got down on to her knees and positioned her face directly in front of Penelope's abused, inflamed buttocks. Tenderly she grabbed hold of them and spread them wide, then her face dived down into her arse and she started to lick the bitch's anal hole. This unexpected, tender moment caused the poor Penelope to scream out in delight. Despite just cumming a moment ago, this loving action on her anal hole was going to make her cum again, very soon. In front of Penelope, Debbie looked on, although her view of Felicity was hindered, she knew exactly what was going on. Penelope was now making those familiar, loud animal noises of pleasure as she thrust her arse on to Felicity's face. Debbie realised that even if a bitch had to be punished and to receive pain, there was always pleasure at the end, provided, of course, they were good, obedient whores. This Club was a place of genius, she happily thought. Inevitably Penelope came quickly, such was the skill and expertise that went into Felicity's anal licking. Finally her punishment was at an end. Felicity came around to stand in front of her. Penelope's face was red with exhaustion. Felicity gently took hold of her hands and removed them from the ropes and then helped her to stand upright. Then, turning her so that their profiles could now be seen by both sets of audience, she embraced her, kissing her lovingly on the mouth, hands wandering down to her abused red bottom, gently stroking it, trying in vain to make her feel better. As they embraced, Debbie could once more get a view of the gentlemen sitting at the back of the room, who were the beneficiaries, and the instigators, of what had just gone. She still could not make out their faces, the cigar smoke, if anything, was more intense and it was still too dark, but she could see their arms moving up and down. They had obviously removed their cocks and were playing with themselves. The action had clearly had the desired effect on them. Felicity and Penelope were also aware of this and knew that despite their obvious desire to continue to make love to each other, their needs were utterly subordinated to the needs of their Masters. After all, they could get together later in the week, when their husbands were away, and continue where they left off. Maybe they could put on a show for their Masters again, or it could be a private session (this was not prohibited by the Club). Certainly, Penelope fancied returning the compliment to Felicity by spanking her and then perhaps anally fucking her in the arse with a strap on dildo. But that was all for another day. As they looked over at their Masters, who continued to furiously wank off their own cocks, they knew that their services were required elsewhere. As such, they withdrew from their loving embrace and walked over to where they were sitting. Penelope, abused but still willing, went over to the white man, Felicity to the black man. As they walked off into the distance, they once more faded from Debbie's view. She could still just about make out what was going on, but all sense of clarity had gone. She could see that they now both stood in front of their respective Masters, where they remained for a good few seconds, perhaps they were receiving praise for their performance, or were taking orders on what was to do next. Whatever it was, at the exact same time, both women dropped to their knees and then Debbie saw their heads bob up and down. It looked like they were blowing each of them, providing them with much needed relief. As Debbie watched these women perform their whore like duties, she wondered what was to become of her, all tied up like this, pussy dripping wet, ready to be abused and enrolled into the wonder that was The Platinum Club? What was she doing here? So far, all the action had been performed by others, what was her role in all this? Fortunately, she did not have long to ponder this for, at that very moment, she heard a swish coming from behind her. From hearing this to actual physical contact was only a matter of a second or so, so she did not have time to realise what was happening before the leather whip landed, with extreme viciousness, onto her naked, defenceless, once innocent, married bottom. Finally contact had been made. She was now well and truly a whore for the Club. Moments before, Jack had stealthily moved over to where she was, once he had seen the others move away. He had waited until the cock sucking had begun before he decided to whip the bitch. And boy did he whip her. Each stroke of leather onto her naked, young flesh was a forceful measure of his power over her. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Was all that could be now heard, as Jack administered the necessary punishment to this naughty wife's wilful, delicious little bottom. It, in turn, rewarded its Master by immediately showing up deep, long red welts, the delicate white skin was simply unable to withstand the rain of abuse being showered upon it. Debbie, meanwhile, thrashed her bottom about, the pain she was experiencing was unlike anything she had experienced before. Tears were pouring down her face and, if it wasn't for the ball gag in her mouth, her screams could well have penetrated the thick walls of this dungeon and be heard by the neighbours. Clearly she was not yet as experienced a slave as Penelope and now realised why she needed a gag. But despite all this, like any true slave and whore, her pussy was responding in a way that correlated to how she was being treated -- the rougher and harder the treatment, the more horny and wet she became. She could not explain how this transformation had taken place. How she had gone from a normal, upper class housewife to a woman who would respond to the most degrading of treatments. And she did not have time to dwell on this as the thrashes were getting more intense and as she began to experience the most amazing orgasm. As she came, and the leather whip hit her again, the combination of pain and pleasure made her experience the most intense orgasm of her young life. And it seemed to go on forever, which was due to the constant application of the whip on her bottom and the joy that came from knowing that she now able to happily submit her body to the evil whims of her Master. She looked up to see what the other girls were doing. Her view was now further hindered by the tears in her eyes. She could still see that they were blowing their respective Master. Each man now had a hand on their bitch's head, guiding them down on to their huge cocks, whist they were still using the other to munch on their big fat cigars. They were looking at each other and seemed to be laughing, no doubt revelling in the dual pleasures of being blown and watching this bitch get punished. Indeed that was exactly what these men were doing, for, safely at the back of the room, and out of sight of the Debbie, sat the indomitable General Jackson, who was being serviced by the poor Penelope. Next to him was an ambassador from a major oil rich African state with whom the General was trying to agree a lucrative arms deal with. Today's proceedings were considered to be “client entertainment”. “She is some bitch, General.” The Ambassador said that in a deep African accent, all the while munching on his Cohiba and looking down at his delightful whore was now causing him to get close to his own much needed orgasm. “Are you referring to Felicity or Debbie?” The General inquired, he was also close to cumming. The Ambassador laughed out loud, “Well, they are both exceptional bitch's, huh, but I was actually referring to Debbie. You say that this is her first time she had performed as a model for the Club?” “Yes, first time as a model, first time in the dungeon and first time she is being whipped. She is indeed “some bitch”…” “Yes, yes… I must say General how delighted I am that you have allowed me a little insight into the workings of your delightful organisation, even though I am not a member… Yes! Yes, my dear, suck your Master's big black cock. Yes, suck it good, it won't be long not before I cum down your mouth… Yes, a most splendid organisation and it certainly will help things when it comes to agreeing a deal…” “Thank you, Mr Ambassador, and I am delighted that our organisation is helping make our deal proceed smoothly. Please let me know if there is anything else I can do. Anything at all? Oh yes, Suck it bitch, suck it you dirty whore, oh yes…” Both men were getting close to their climax as the young wives, both experienced cock suckers, went about their business in a skilful and professional manner. “Well, actually General, there is something I would like.” “And might would that be?” “Well, you say that young Debbie has yet to be fucked by a member of your Club and is not going to be fucked today? Well, I can almost guarantee you the deal if I was allowed to fuck her. Be the first to break the bitch in?” The General looked over at the delightful Debbie, who was still having the whip applied to her arse. He had previously given strict orders to Jack not to touch her since he had wanted to be the first one to fuck her. Jack was disappointed but the General had his own special reasons. He pondered the Ambassador's request. In normal circumstances, he would never cede his own perverse demands to another. Especially to a non-member. But this was a special circumstance and he could see the advantages of being flexible. If giving Debbie over meant that this deal could be struck, so be it. He looked over at the Ambassador and replied, “Yes, if that is what it takes I don't see why not…” “Excellent my friend, excellent. I think we can do business… Oh yes, my Dear, suck my big black cock…” “No problem, I just ask one favour, you must tell me what she is like. Tell me how she fucks…” “Sure no, problem, any reason why? “Oh it is just that I know the bitch. You see, Debbie's my niece…”