Karen and the Torture Club

Chapter 15

After it was over Jenny hung in the branding frame. There was no strength in her legs. The frame designed to prevent her from moving now held her from falling also. Building the frame so strongly and clamping her so firmly had been more important than anyone realised. From the instant the iron first touched her skin she had screamed and fought to get free of the embrace of the wretched frame. She had been whipped and caned before and had howled at the pain, but this was different. It went to the core. With a whipping the nerves tell the brain that they are hurting, with a branding they are telling it that they are burning up.

With the first touch every muscle in her athletic little body pulled to escape the tight bonds and get her body away from that wicked iron, burning into her. Her resolve made no difference, that primeval center within her brain had taken over and her body was fighting to remove itself from the burning steel. Wailing in frustration and pain she struggled in vain. She did not hear Suzanne count to five before she took the brand away she was in a world alone where nothing existed save she, that hot iron and this hideous machine preventing her escape.

She became aware that the pain had stopped. The screaming sound was hers and she stopped. She stopped fighting the frame and opened her eyes panting and making little mewing noises. Then she saw Suzanne taking the second iron from the stove. "Oh God -No" she screamed. "No more - Please! No more" She didn't know what to expect before, now she did. It was much worse.

Suzanne paused. "Should she stop" she thought. She looked at Peter he nodded. Then she looked at Ross, he nodded also. Karen was no help, she stood hands across her mouth aghast.

Jenny watched her, wailing as she walked behind her again with the glowing brand. "No, No, No," she screamed frantically "I don't want it" Bathed all over in perspiration, she pulled desperately to break free of the frame but she could not move her pelvis at all, Suzanne moved slowly, like a robot, intently doing what needed to be done.

The smell of the burnt flesh filled the room. It was not an unpleasant smell just like cooking meat, which it was in fact. Some of the women turned away and cuddled into their lovers shoulder or chest. Others stood riveted to the spot clenching their lovers arm or wrist as they watched in awe. The extent of this smell brought home to everyone the sheer magnitude of the sacrifice this young woman was making.

Jenny, of course, was oblivious to all this. She was desperately fighting and pleading to escape the next onslaught of fire. It came.

Again the little body went rigid and she howled again. Her upper back arched and the small firm breasts with their large nipples were thrust forward. She was oblivious of the spectacle she was providing. As the brand was removed she kept oh howling. eventually the howls became screams and eventually sobs.

She finally realised that it was done, She stopped fighting the frame and collapsed in its firm grip, defeated but proud.

A hush filled the room. All that could be heard was Jenny's heavy breathing while Ingrid could be heard gently sobbing into peter, her husband's, shoulder.

Soon, Peter, Jenny's husband, went to the frame and kissed his wife and walking behind her examined his initials "PG" burnt into the soft white flesh. He began to release the straps. Others rushed to assist. Soon she was free and being kissed and hugged by all. Care was taken not to touch or bump the tender brand.

Jenny was obviously exhausted and needed to lie down, but not before her screams were again to fill the room. She was made to lie on her belly on a couch where Ann brushed the bright red antiseptic onto her. After it was over Peter carried his wife to the guest room.

Then something strange happened, nobody wanted to go home. They all wanted to stay and discuss what had happened. On other nights after a show the party rapidly broke up but not tonight.

Suzanne was uneasy. She talked animatedly and constantly about the branding with her eyes bright. She would not sit still and walked around the room for the least reason. Ross stated the obvious by saying how she was overwhelmed by what she had done and she needed to calm down.

"She needs a good flogging" Daryl said in a matter of fact voice. Suzanne froze and turned to her husband ashen faced. Within an instant she realised that he had sentenced her. She also realised that she did not mind. Jenny's show had created a kind of blood lust in the group, male and female alike. They wanted something else to round off the night. Suzanne as the one who had inflicted the brand was the most aroused. How appropriate that it should be she who would provide her body for the next performance.

Karen also knew that Suzanne had been wanting to do a show. She had remarked to her, earlier, that she was surprised that despite the long time that the club had been running, nothing had happened to her. Karen, she observed had had the ants and a caning but nothing had happened to her during the whole time. In fact, she had seriously thought of throwing the race last month and allowing herself to be caught. She had even claimed that she suspected that Nicole had done that. If she had told Karen what she felt, she would have very likely have told her husband ad well. Possibly Daryl had sensed an opportunity to give his wife what she wanted.

Richard asked her if that was what she wanted. Suzanne nodded. He asked her to choose any toy she wished. Sucking the tip of her index finger, she walked around the room examining the various apparatus and the restraints by which she would be attached. Eventually she chose the cross. Richard and David pushed the heavy frame to the centre of the room. She shed her clothes putting them on the same table as the now cool branding equipment.

Richard attached her to the cross. He had a noticeable bulge in his trousers as he stretched and secured a wrist cuff around the lady's wrist. This did not surprise Karen since when he had previously been carrying out the same service for her, he had also been naked and his erection had been huge.

Soon Suzanne was ready waiting with arms wide spaced above her head and her legs similarly spread below her. The two timbers of the cross (which was a St Andrews shape not a biblical shape) met at her belly. Thus her breasts were fully accessible and, as a result of the position in which she stood, thrusting forward proudly and enticingly. Richard removed her glasses and kissed her. Karen was amused at the way her husband had taken control of the situation. "He probably thinks that since it is his cross at his house so he should get to use it" she decided.

She was a beautiful sight, standing tall and slim with a delightful figure. Her chestnut hair fell to he waist. The hair was straight and glittered as the room lighting caught it. Richard gathered the hair in his hands and made obvious signs that he wanted to keep it clear of her back. Maria took the clip from her own hair and quickly took over from the inept Richard in rolling the tresses around her hand and then clipping it in a roll with her clip.

Meanwhile he had selected the martinet and had shown it to Daryl, who nodded approval. Suzanne shuddered when she saw it and steeled herself for its painful kiss. Richard applied it gently at first becoming more vigorous as time went on. Eventually the strokes to her back were very strong with the tips of the strands curling under her sensitive armpits and flicking painfully into her even more sensitive breasts.

He handed over to Peter who attacked her buttocks with a whippy cane. Daryl lit a candle and stood holding it while his wife convulsed and squealed with each stroke of the cane. As her squeals began to run into each other and ceased to be in time with the strokes of the cane, he motioned Peter to stand aside and with one hand reached down and rubbed her crotch and with the other poured molten candle wax on her breasts, nipples and surrounding Aureole. Suzanne bucked and howled as multiple orgasms shot though her body. Most other women, certainly Karen, became quite wet just watching her.

All too soon it was over, she stood, perspiring, panting but proud.

Richard released her from the cross and she fell into Daryl's embrace. That was it, the party broke up. With handshakes, kisses and hugs the guests said goodbye and departed.

Peter and Jenny stayed the night as did Wendy and Gary and Ross and Ann. The house was not very sound proof and later that night the couples were awakened by Jenny's howls as Peter again applied the stinging antiseptic to her brands. After breakfast and in front of everyone he did it again. Jenny had become more accepting of the situation and did not scream this time.

The six friends sat talking for a while afterwards each was fascinated by the naked and suffering Jenny.

Karen had planned this moment and, in front of her friends, asked Richard if he loved her. He replied "Yes! Of course" bemused as to where this was leading and wondering why she was doing this so publicly.

"Will you do anything for me that I really want?" she asked. "Of course" he said again.

"I want to give you something and I want you to promise that you will use it on me" , "If that is what you wish" he said, realising that this conversation had become very serious. She got to her feet and went to the sideboard and took a package from the drawer. The others watched knowing that they were seeing something special but wondering what it was.

She presented him with a gift wrapped in gold paper and tied with a bow. He unwrapped it carefully and found a cardboard box. He opened the box and looked inside.

He saw two branding irons. One with the letter R and the other an O, his initials. They kissed each other passionately, no words were spoken.