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The Club Chapter 3

The first sub returns to the table for the show.

I helped her off the table since the ordeal seemed to drain her. I positioned the chair so she could observe what I was going to do to the first volunteer. I sat her down and kissed her, gently squeezing the bruise marked breasts. She shuddered and slumped into the chair, content from the orgasm and obviously still feeling the ache of the zippering.
 
I helped the plugged and evacuated lady up onto the table. I had her lay on her back with feet pulled back and knees spread. I scooted her towards me so that her head hung down off the edge of the table. I had one of the onlookers find a wastebasket and bring it to me. While that was being done, I took out the instruments for the next scene. When the woman returned with a wastebasket, I placed it on the floor under her head, just in case it was needed.
 
She looked lovely, head bent back, throat exposed and in position. I stroked her throat
lovingly, running my fingers along the length of it. I think some in the crowd had an idea
what was going to happen, but I knew they had no inkling of how it was going to be
executed. The scene materialized as I took off my pants and shorts. With her head bent
back and throat aligned, it was a natural.
 
Before I started, I needed two more items from the valise. Gasps emitted from some of
the audience when they saw what was being retrieved. The sterile packages were self-explanatory as well as the bottle of disinfectant and sterile swabs. I solicited two
volunteers to hold her arms down alongside the table legs, it was extremely important
that her upper torso remain immobile.
 
I moved into position and placed my cock on her lips, which immediately opened to
allow entrance. I pushed in part way and let her work on the head, sucking and covering
it with her saliva. Her tongue was working wonders, my cock was already hard but she
was making it rock hard. This went on for some time and then I couldn't wait.
 
I coated one of the swabs with disinfectant and carefully swabbed both nipples, if anyone
was in doubt of what was coming next they had to be blind. I tore open one of the
packages, took out the 20-gauge needle normally used for large injections. I pushed my
cock to the back of her mouth, and then holding her left nipple with my left thumb and
forefinger, I placed the needle on the side of her nipple with my right thumb and
forefinger. She winched a little when she felt the sharp tip, but didn't protest.
 
With steady pressure I pushed the needle through her nipple. She opened her mouth wide
to scream but I took the opportunity of an open throat to push my cock all the way in
until my balls were against her nose. The pain in her nipple overrode any gag reflex, I
doubt if she even knew what was happening. Her muscle reflexes in her legs lifted her
hips straight up however.
 
Gradually she came back from her pain-induced semi-coma. Now she was starting to gag
on my cock in her throat. I pulled out to allow her to breathe. She turned her head and
spit out the accumulation of saliva in her mouth, but was in control and didn't vomit
which was what I was concerned about.
 
I tore open the second package and she knew now what that meant. Being a sub who
desired to please, when I placed my cock on her lips, she opened them willingly, even
though she knew of the intense pain that would follow.
 
I pushed my slimy cock into her mouth, no need to wait for her to coat it for this
intrusion. She shuttered as I took her right nipple in my fingers, and when she felt the
needle tip being placed on her nipple, she clamped her lips down on my cock.
 
Nodding to the volunteers to clamp her arms tightly, I slowly pushed the needle through
her right nipple. It was different this time; she opened her throat, but not to scream, to
allow my cock to burrow into her throat. With my cock once again buried in her throat, I
reached down and felt the stretched flesh; I could just barely feel the tip of my cock.
 
Her hips had elevated with the piercing, but not as extreme as the first time. Now she
wasn't gagging, but swallowing which was milking my cock in a most delicious way. I
had to pull out, it was too intense and I didn't want to cum yet.
 
I left the head of my cock in her mouth and cupped her face in my hands in a gesture of
admiration. She purred in response to my salutation. I motioned to the volunteers to
release her arms, and then helped her to slide down so her buttocks were at the other end
of the table. I bent down to kiss her, a deep romantic kiss, tongues battling in a war of
lust. Then I walked down to the opposite end of the table and admired the sight before
me. Her legs were spread exposing her distended labia as well as the tail ending at the
plug in her anus.

I pulled the plug out of her anus and pushed my cock into the dilated orifice. The
sphincter was stretched and allowed easy entry. The coating of the inner walls with the
oil made a warm slippery tunnel that was easily penetrated. I pushed her legs back to
allow full penetration. When my pelvis met her buttocks, we were locked completely. I
remained motionless, reveling in the feeling of total control.
 
Reaching up, I grabbed her breasts, one in each hand, being careful to avoid the needles.
Squeezing them slightly and using them as an anchor, I began pumping in and out of her
anal passage. My oil coated cock slipped easily through her sphincter, and with each
thrust she pushed back against me to aid in the act. We set up a combined rhythm, her
thrusting on inward pushes and clamping down on my withdrawals. The slippery warm
passage took it's toll, in less time than I wished I was buried deep in her and exploding,
filling her with my cum.
 
We lay still for a while, and as my cock began to soften and in danger of slipping out, I
withdrew and replaced it with the plug, giving her aid in retaining the juice I had just
deposited in her cavity. She had one more ordeal to go through so I decided she had
earned an orgasm.
 
I slipped two fingers into her vagina and pressed on the plug through the thin wall of
flesh. With my other fingers, I spread her labia and using my tongue, licked up the inside
of the aroused slippery lips. Her thighs responded by quivering, and her hips pushed
down to intensify the pleasure. I went up one side and down the other, being careful to
avoid that swollen nub of her clitoris. In spite of the lingering pain in her nipples, she was
moaning now in lust, her vagina in spasms, which I could feel by my embedded fingers.
 
Moans gave way to amplified grunts of lust, and then a pleading to achieve orgasm. My
fingers were coated and the excess dripping down to gather around the portion of the
protruding plug. Her head began thrashing around, out of control, so I relented and
sucked her clitoris in between my lips, clamping them together to trigger the intense
orgasm.
 
I wasn't disappointed, her hips rose up burying her crotch into my face as she went over
the edge and came. Her folds enveloped such sweetness, such passion, and me.
 
Now for the final act to culminate the evening show. I had reservations about this, but
after watching her and her responses, I decided she was a special person who could take
this. I retrieved a ball gag and a couple other items from the valise. I inserted the gag in
her mouth and strapped it in place around her head. I recruited two more helpers to help
keep her restrained; this would be a tough chore for the original two.
 
One of the items I had brought forth was a bottle of Merthiolate. I unscrewed the cap with
the attached plastic rod applicator; made sure it was coated with the antiseptic, and then
placed the tip against the tip of the needle. Nodding to the assistants to get a firm grip, I
held the nipple with my left finger and thumb, and then pushed the applicator against the
needle, pushing it out of the nipple and the rod of the applicator through the nipple. The
burning of the medicine was far worse than the piercing, her legs tensed and her hips
tried to rise, but the attendants were doing their job.
 
Her jaw had clamped down on the gag, and her head was thrashing from side to side. The
sight was grotesque and erotic at the same time. The rod sticking through her nipple,
flesh stretched out to accommodate it. The orange liquid dribbling down from the
entrance, the whole scene was unbelievable. Surprisingly there was no sound from the
audience. I looked up and they were all in awe, most touching their breast, jaws dropped
and silent.
 
I took out a gold stud, removed the ball end cap, and slowly pushed the applicator out
with it, allowing it to take its place. When the end pushed through, I screwed on the ball
end cap and swabbed the entrance wounds with alcohol to clean off the antiseptic.
Normally this would hurt, but the nipple was numb from the previous pain.
 
I retrieved the cap and applicator, dipped it in the bottle to coat it, and nodding to the
assistants, proceeded to repeat the process on the other nipple. As the plastic rod entered
her nipple this time, I got a reaction from the crowd. The shock of what they had seen
before was now a reality and most moaned as the flesh parted to allow the large rod to
enter. That along with the thrashing of her head and straining of legs to elevate hips or do
anything to alleviate the pain had an effect. The murmur from the crowd was of disbelief
coupled with intense erotic feelings.
 
As the needle popped out I again rotated the applicator, not because it was necessary, but
to control the audience. It worked, moans swelled over the scene. I pulled it part way out
and pushed it through again, reveling in the response from the audience. I was getting
hard again, but I would spare her any more scenes, she had exceeded my expectations,
besides I had a feeling we would meet again.
 
I once again inserted the stud and released her from her captors. I removed the ball gag,
helped her up, and then cradled her in my arms. As she nestled into my neck, I whispered
in her ear, "You may remove the studs when you get home, in a couple of weeks the
holes will heal and you will be as you were, the antiseptic was to insure prevention of
infection."

She kissed my neck, then tenderly touched one of the studs, and said, " May I
keep them?"

I assured her it was her choice.

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