The President's Club, Chapter 8 The first rays of the sun peeked over the cabin, dulling the darkness with a muddy light. The stars winked out of sight behind the bluing sky. Karin lurched awake with a small cry. Her chin had settled on her sternum as she slept and the spittle from her mouth had run down between her breasts. The rivulet of moisture chilled her as it dried in the early morning mountain air. She went to wipe up the dribble off her chin, but her arms wouldn’t move. The memory of the night before came rushing back to her. She opened her eyes and looked at her hands. She was still suspended from the rafter on the porch. As she slowly came awake, she took stock of the changes in her condition from last night. The gag was gone. She was not hanging freely as her feet were resting on one of the benches from the porch. What surprised her most was that there was no pain in her back, her legs or her ass. If she were not still hanging where he had put her the evening before, she might have thought it was a dream. But it had been real. Her vaginal muscles still twitched, as they had all night long, the nerves firing randomly as they tried to catch up to the intensity of what she had been feeling. The was only so much adrenaline to go around, though, so they stored up their impulses and then fired later as her body labored to fill in the backlog of adrenaline. Sam had heard her cry out as she came awake. He had debated long and hard about leaving her strung up, but in the end, her peaceful slumber was the deciding factor. She needed to rest to allow her body to recover from what she had gone through. He had removed the ballgag and placed the bench under her feet. Then he had taken a moist towel and cleaned her up, drying her with a big fluffy towel so she wouldn’t chill in the night air. After she was clean, he took some salves he had had specially made up. One of the other men in the ‘Presidents Club’ was a major pharmaceutical manufacturer. His research facilities were able to combine the right ingredients to get the effect Sam wanted. He didn’t know what was in the stuff, but it did what he wanted. The salve he had put on Karin’s back reduced the pain, primarily. It had antibiotic properties, incase one of the wounds broke open. It also reduced any swelling. Consequently, Karin looked like shit from the back, but she felt a lot better than she looked. He knew she still needed the time to heal, but wanted to wait to see how she reacted before coddling her, as he knew she would claim he had done. Karin felt his touch as he came up and stood behind her. She automatically spread her feet on the bench, widening her ass cheeks to give him access. “Good morning, Karin. How are you feeling?” “This slave feels glorious, Sir. Thank you for asking. And...” “Yes?” “Thank you for last night, Sir. I hope I did not disappoint you. I should not have fallen asleep. I promise to do better next time.” Her words shook him. It had not been a game to her. She was still his slave, still acting or pretending to be. Or she thought he had really meant that that was what he wanted of her. He was silent as he rested his head on her shoulder. She turned her face to his but couldn’t focus her eyes because of his nearness to her. “Karin. You were wonderful. Beyond my wildest hopes and dreams. I have never had a night like last night.” “I am happy for you, Sir. I, uh, I enjoyed it, too.” Her head tipped over to the side and rested up against his. “Sir? I, uh, ummm.” “What is it, Karin?” “Well, I, uh, well, are we, umm, are you going to do me, Sir? I mean, well, it’s OK and all, but, uh, if you aren’t, you may want to move your feet before I, ummmm, well, Sir, I have to go real bad.” With two ‘clicks’ her wrists were freed from the rafter. He caught her in his strong arms as she collapsed, her ankles and knees refusing to hold her weight. He managed to grab the roll of toilet paper that hung on its customary nail on the porch rail and headed with her into the brush. He found a clearing and gently settled her into a crouch. She rested on her haunches, her feet and knees spread wide. He crouched in front of her, holding both her hands in his to give her support so she wouldn’t keel over backwards. She was embarrassed by his scrutiny at first and couldn’t release the fluid in her bladder. As he continued to hold her and look into her eyes, a tiny hissing indicated the release of the urine. His eyes turned downward, his curiosity overcoming his control. She urinated for several moments during which time he watched her genitals intently. When she was done, he gathered both her hands in one of his. He took several sheets of tissue and blotted her dry. He looked back up at her to see she had blushed a deep crimson at the intimacy he had taken with her. He helped her stand up. Her legs seemed able to hold her now. He took the shovel he kept in the clearing and turned the soil so the wet tissue and the damped ground were buried. The bacteria in the soil could break down the faster when it was covered. And it didn’t blow all over, either. “Are you finished?” he asked her. She looked at him quizzically. “Number two? Do you have to poop, crap, shit, build a dung heap, dump a load, float a log...?” She was laughing as he tapered off. Her musical laughter was infectious and soon he was grinning, too. He had been trying to be so serious. “No, I don’t. Not yet, anyway. But if you want to wipe that, too, I can try...” she said coyly. He growled at her in mock anger and swept her back up in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled into his broad chest. As he started back to the cabin, his foot caught an errant root and he stumbled slightly. She tightened her grip around his neck. He caught his balance and stopped, swearing quietly under his breath. “Sir?” “Huh, what?” “I think I can walk, Sir. You do not need to carry me.” He looked at her serious face. His mood softened. “I know, Honey. But I want to.” He stood there quietly for a moment staring at her face, memorizing its shape, the color of her eyes, and the innocence he saw there. She watched him looking at her, nervous at first. A lingering kiss to her nose, then one to each of her eyes, then one in the center of her forehead brought a contented sigh from her and she relaxed under his inspection. She peeked out of one eye, squinting up at his face to see if he was still looking at her. He was. With an impish wiggle, she cleared her throat. “Uh, Sir?” “Yes, Honey?” “Ummm, I could go pee again. If you wanted to play with me down there again, that is...” She squeezed both her eyes shut tight, not wanting to see his reaction. She missed a very adolescent blush, she having caught him out on an irresistible impulse. It had been a spur of the moment thing that, in retrospect, was probably not the thing to do. He decided to play along. “Uh, yeah, I’d like that.” He set her down and positioned them as they had been before. This time he did not look at her face, just down at her cunt. Karin worked for about three minutes before a tiny dribble emerged. “That’s it?” “Yes. I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll do better later. After breakfast...?” He blotted her dry again, this time spending more time than necessary fondling her. Her breathing was ragged when he finished. “Hmmm. I can’t seem to keep it dry. It seems to be seeping something from down here.” He emphasized his point by inserting his finger into her damp pussy. She gasped at his invasion of her but stayed as she was, with her knees spread wide to give him access. He fingerfucked her until her eyes rolled up into her head. She shuddered satisfactorily. Sam helped her up, and she stood, weaving from side to side. He turned and started up the path. “Sir!” came her panicked voice from behind him. He turned and saw her leaning heavily against a convenient tree. He cocked his head, silently asking her what was wrong. “I-I-I-I’ll take that offer of a ride, if it’s still open. My legs don’t seem to want to work...” Her voice tapered off as she started to slump to the ground. He reached out and caught her before she hit the ground. He lifted her again and carried her limp form to the cabin. There he gently laid her on the cot. She felt his tears as they ran down his face and dripped on her naked body. She felt a certain sadness he was crying for her, but her lassitude wouldn’t let her generate the effort to show she cared. Over the next 24 hours, she allowed him to care for her completely, even letting him clean her ass without comment when she had to shit. He did not make love to her that night. He wrapped her in his arms and rocked her back and forth in his big chair all night long. She was feeling much better by then, but he didn’t trust that either of them would be able refrain from sex if they were both in the cot. As it was, her soft hand worked down into his shorts and claimed his cock as her own. She would not give it up after numerous attempts by him to dislodge her, but she did tacitly agree not to stroke him or make him cum. She slept with his hardened cock firmly in her grasp. He was amused to see that even in her REM state she kept her grip on him. He wondered what she was dreaming of. Sam caught a couple of hour rest that night. He woke with a guilty flinch. He looked down to see her looking up at him. “Good morning, Karin. How are you feeling this morning?” “Good morning, Sir. I, uh, I’m fine. Really. This time I am.” She was gnawing on her lower lip, a sign he was beginning to recognize. She wanted to ask him something that meant a lot to her. “What is it, Honey?” “Huh? Nothin... Oh!” She jumped as he slapped her lightly on the rump. “Truth. No lies, OK?” She buried her face in his chest as she nodded. It took her some time for her to continue. “Sir. You said you would, uhm, you know, that we would, uh, ...shit!” She glared up at him. “You said you were going to fuck me. Are you ever going to? Uh, sorry. ...Sir?” She tacked on his title a bit late. He let it go, given the question. “You have been through a lot. I didn’t want to push you too much.” “I was ready last night, Sir. I tried to let you know by, you know, this.” She rubbed her hand up and down his shaft. “I wondered about that. But I must admit I liked the feeling of sleeping in your grasp all night long. It could be habit forming.” He grinned. “I liked holding you, too, Sir,” she said shyly. “I could feel your heart beating. It felt warm and nice.” She looked up at him. “Well...?” He threw up his hands in mock surrender. “Oh, hell. If I to, I guess we’ll just get it over with.” She fell to the floor with a squeal as he stood abruptly. She was still squealing as he carried her over to the soft double bed and laid her down. Stripping quickly, he got into next to her. She squealed for a long time that morning and into the afternoon. Karin lay on her side, her head resting on her lover’s chest. The minor twinges of pain from her bruises forgotten. She had finally been fucked. Sure they had done it before, that first night, but he had held back. This time she knew she had taken all he had to give. He was so big and strong he had to hold back with other women. With Karin, he could let go, fuck her long and hard, without the fear of injuring her. Not that she was built like a tank, far from it. But she had substance and endurance in her trim frame. She twirled the tiny strands of hair on his chest around her finger. As she passed his nipple, she flicked it with her fingernail. He groaned in his sleep. The little nub of flesh stood up and begged for more. She leaned over and kissed it, sucking it into mouth. She chewed on it lightly. That brought more groans from him. Blowing on the moistened nipple resulted in his hand slapping sleepily at the pesky irritant. She captured his hand in hers and laced their fingers together. It fit nicely. “Don’t think I’ve ever been woken up as nice as that.” His voice came quietly from above her head. They lay in silence, contented, sated. They were both aware time was flying by and that this idyllic trip would soon be over. Neither wanted to talk about that. “Have you ever been tied up before, done this kind of thing before?” “No.” She decided to skip the brutal rape by Bill and Bruce. She could tell him later, and she knew that wasn’t what he meant. “I’ve only tied myself up with some ropes and stuff. But it never feels right, because I always have to leave a way out. That kind of ruins it.” “Oh.” He thought a moment. “What about the painful stuff?” “That just seems to be a part of it, I guess. I like not being able to do anything. Which means you can do anything, everything you want. The pain isn’t that bad. It makes the feeling of being helpless so much more intense.” She thought a minute. “You know, you could have tied my feet last night. I wouldn’t have minded.” “I know. But you didn’t kick you feet. I was ready to.” “Oh. OK. I guess I’ll just have to kick you next time, then.” “Ouch!” This last was due to a double assault on his senses. She had kneed him in the thigh as she had pulled several chest hairs out by the roots. “Ohhhh!” Karin suddenly found herself sitting on the cold stone floor. Sam growled ferociously as he grabbed her arm and dragged her to one of the cabin’s main center posts. There were four large posts in the large room, widely spaced in a square, holding the roof up. This post was not too near the fire, but was close enough to warm them both. The flickering light from the open stove cast a dancing satanic light on the salacious proceedings. Twilight was falling outside the cabin. He made her stand with her back up against the rough wooden post. Going around behind her, he grabbed her wrists and tied them tightly behind the post. He picked up a short broomstick and shoved it between the post and her elbows, forcing her back to arch and her chest to stick out. Her breasts stood proudly on display in this forced posture. He passed a loop of rope around each end of the stick. Slowly he worked her elbows together until they touched. He tied off the loops, keeping her stressed joints together. This forced her tits to jut out even more. He knelt down at her feet. Her high heels were lying there. With a wicked grin, he slipped them on her feet, then readjusted her tied arms behind the post to accommodate her new height. Her feet pointed down at an extreme angle that shaped her calves, thighs and butt. Kneeling again, he tied a rope tightly around her ankles, first binding them together, then fastening them to the post. A rope binding her knees in a similar fashion followed. He took care with the ropes, tying her tight but not dangerously so. His loops and knots were neat, the white cotton fiber making a pleasing patterns as he bound her. Karin’s cunt started creaming, her fantasy was coming to reality. It was even better this way. Tears of joy streamed down her face and dripped on her tits as she watched him labor on her restraints. She had to strain her head far forward and peek between her swollen globes to see him working. He glanced up and saw her tears. A shocked look crossed his face and her started to stand up. "No! No, don't stop! Please! I've dreamed of this happening and now it is. It's OK, really." She gave him a teary smile. Her sniffle didn’t help convince him. He looked up at her for a long moment. "OK. Tell me what to do. Help me make it good for you, OK?" She leaned back her head against the post and sobbed in joy. He jumped to his feet and nearly tripped on the ropes on the floor. The look on his face and his actions struck her as humorous and she started to giggle. Then laugh. He joined in with her and the tensions eased between them. Finally catching her breath, she said, "First, kiss me." "OK, I can do that" "Hard." "Oooh, I see. And long?" "Yessss, Sir!" He spent several minutes kissing. He kissed not just her mouth, but her ears, nose, chin, eyes and neck. "OK, now what?" They were both breathing heavily. The thought of tying her up so completely was turning him on, too. She instructed him to tie the ropes around her calves and mid thighs, in addition to the ones around her ankles and knees he had already tied. They weren’t necessary, she just liked the feeling of the ropes. Twice she made him tie the ropes tighter, cutting into her flesh and molding her upright to the post. She had him tie a thick rope around her waist, but not around the post. The rope cut into her soft waist. Then she had him show her all other ropes he had. She selected the thickest, roughest fiber rope he had. When she told him what to do with it he looked dubious. She repeated her instructions, reassuring him that it would be OK. Sam forced the end of the rough rope between her thighs, just under her pussy. The stiff sharp fibers that made up the rope scraped and irritated the tender skin of her inner thighs as it was pulled through to the back. She hissed out her breath as the rope was pulled up against her crotch. Her asshole and pussy lips flamed with the fiery touches. He tied the rough rope tightly to the waist belt in the small of her back. He forced the knot of the rope in between the post and her back so that the rough rope was centered down her ass crack. Looking her directly in the eye, he grasped the end of the rope dangling in front of her. He pulled it up steadily, firmly embedding the scratchy rope against her cunt lips. "Harder," she gasped. He pulled it up tighter. "More!" He gave a it sharp jerk. Her eyes rolled up into her head as the rough rope pushed aside her protective outer lips and rubbed directly on her hooded clit. Soon, it, too, was under direct assault from the sharp fibers as it swelled out of its protective casing. "AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH. Oh SHIT, OH YES, YES, YES, YES!" Sweat broke out on her forehead from the force of her cum. A weak smile greeted his bewildered eyes. He would never have thought of that insidious feature. Her hips move tentatively against the crotch rope. She would be rubbed raw in a short time. She stopped her movements short of her climax. "Now do my boobs," she said. She told him how to tie off the spongy orbs from her chest with thin cords, making them stick out even more and slightly askew. She saw his growing fascination with them as he tied them. She decided against the second banding around the center of the bulging spheres. The tension in her crotch was phenomenal. She was completely restrained at last. Her hips moved back and forth rhythmically as she lost her battle with her self- control. She popped off with a major climax almost at once. He waited until she was done. "What happens next?" he asked. "That’s up to you, Sir,” she said, slipping back into her slave mode. “Now it's your turn. You seem to enjoy whipping me,..." She looked awkwardly down towards her ass, protected by the post from any serious punishment. "...but maybe you could pick another target...?" Her stomach was bare, and her cunt was fairly accessible. She wasn't sure which of those targets he would pick. Then she saw his gaze linger and fixate on her breasts. Her tender, swollen breasts. A shudder of anticipation went through her body. "Oh God, he's going to beat my tits. I don't know if I can stand that. But look at his thing! It's so big and hard. It excites him." These thoughts went through her mind at a race. "Sam?" "Yes?" He didn’t look up at her, just stared at her bound, jutting breasts. "It's OK. You can whip me there. Really." She hesitated, and then went on. "But you had better gag me. I wouldn’t want you to stop until I've had as much as you think I need." She looked him directly in his eye. "Please?" He saw the fear in her eyes, and the determination. He kissed her softly before he gagged her with a piece of thick, soft rope. First he stuffed a small towel in her mouth. He tied the rope around the post, holding her head fast against the wooden post. This added to her feeling of helplessness. Tears of fear and happiness streamed down her cheeks. When he was finished tying her up, the first thing he did was to pull the sliver through the nipple the rest of the way. It had purposely remained there through their lovemaking. She had cum like a wild woman whenever he had twisted it. When she felt he had ignored it for too long, she would dig into his chest or thigh or groin with one of the sharp ends. He needed to remove it now because he didn't want it to break off and permanently injure her, and with what he had planned, it would have been broken. He cleaned her perforated nipple with alcohol to prevent infection. Standing in front of her, he braced himself. He wanted to do this. It excited him. The fact that he cared about her more than the any of the others made him want to back off from what he was about to do. But she wanted him to do it. He steeled himself and swung his big hand up. The resounding slap sounded like a gunshot in the small cabin. Her tits swung violently around her chest from the blow. Because of her posture and the ropes, her breast tissues were swollen and firm. The open handed blow had caught the lower half of the right hemisphere, mashing it into the other tit. Her eyes opened wide and she screamed into the gag. Immediately her hips began grinding frantically against the post, flexing against the crotch rope. A second slap reddened the left tit to match the color rising from the first blow. His cock was at the bursting point. A third blow to the other tit followed quickly. His breathing was raspy from his excitement. He was quickly loosing reason and the animalistic glaze in his eyes thrilled her and filled her with dread. He walked over to the pile of equipment and selected a heavy leather strap about three inches wide and two feet long. Her eyes were wide with fear as she watched him move back to her. He paused to kiss the inflamed nipples. Then he lightly licked the tip of her nose, licking up a teardrop that had collected there. He savored the salty taste as he looked questioningly into her eyes. She saw he was looking for reassurance, so she nodded to him as best she could with her head tied to the post. He understood her and smiled softly, almost sadly, at her. He dried her tears with his sleeve. Stepping back from her, he swung the heavy strap in a wide arch. The target this time was her smooth belly. The thick belt smacked into her just below her ribs, curling around her sides. A second heavy blow landed just below the first. By the third strike, she knew he was going to satisfy his need to beat her and she relaxed into the pain that flooded her being. It was different this time. She felt the pain, screaming to ease the biting stings. A fourth and fifth stripe crossed her body. He proceeded lower, down across her smoothly mounded lower belly. He took nothing off the blows as he dropped his aim and the sharp, stimulating pain coursed through her mind in a cleansing flood. The next blow covered her cunt with stinging leather. She came, hard, her cum juice spurting out of her in an arc and splashing down between them on the stone floor. He continued to beat her down thighs and shins, letting the fat belt wrap around her limbs to get maximum coverage. Sweat was dripping from his face because of his exertions. They were both breathing heavily, he from the work, she from the climaxes she was having. He set the strap down. As she looked at him, she could tell by the gleam in his eye that he wasn't finished yet. She hoped that he would continue to the end of what he had planned, what he needed to do, and not stop short because of her. He went over to where he had hung his jacket and pulled out a small leather case. Coming back, he gently caressed her breast with the punctured nipple. It was still quite sore, but he flicked at it until it stood painfully out from the swollen globe. Opening the case, he pulled out a small gold ring. Gazing into her eyes, he threaded it through the hole made by the wooden sliver. She inhaled sharply at the intense pain of those nerves being battered, but kept her eyes glued to his tender ones. She saw a tear trickle down his cheek. He swabbed the pierced nipple with alcohol, cleaning the newly inserted ring. The cool stinging liquid made her wince. Her eyes grew wider when he cleaned the other nipple. Her breath caught in her throat as he took an odd tool from the case and fitted a sterile needle in its fat jaws. It didn’t look familiar to her, but its purpose was clear. It was meant to make holes in flesh. "He’s leaving his mark on me!" she thought, closing her eyes in anticipation. The piercing machine was fit against her breast. The metal of the handles was cool on her hot flesh. She opened her eyes when nothing happened. He was looking to her for permission. She wrinkled her nose at him and winked, teasing him and gave him a definite nod. As definitive as she could with her head tied to the post. His eyes lit up and he squeezed the stainless steel plunger through her nipple. Her eyes widened at the incredible pain that shot through her nipple. She screamed into the gag. Even the piercing of the other nipple by the sliver had not hurt this much. She fought her bonds in earnest for the first time, but couldn’t move a muscle. She finally calmed down, reveling in her utter helplessness. He threaded another gold ring through this freshly pierced button. She was breathing heavily from the experience. Even her flexing hips could not raise the sexual tension in her body higher, to push her over the edge. She was exhausted, limp in her bonds. She her eyes closed and did not see him preparing the soldering iron. The first drop of jewel’s solder touched the split in the golden ring and flowed into the narrow opening, sealing it into a solid ring as it cooled. The second drop flowed onto the second ring. It was angled a bit different, and the hot solder met the delicate nipple tissue. Karin didn't even jerk as she fainted from the pain.