Club Y— Episode 3

This story will make more sense if you have read the previous episodes.

The photographs strewn all over the floor astonished her!

Robyn could feel her whole body reacting, the way it had when she had first seen the dirty magazines in the garage— except more so; much more so; the months since then had deepened and refined her sensitivity, her neediness, and the wild outrages the photos had captured hit her like a punch to the solar plexus; she was on her hands and knees almost at once, hardly breathing, a deep squirming in her belly making her hips shift, a pulse between her legs throbbing hard, her throat tight;

Oh Wow! Look at these….

Picture: Robyn, on her knees among the pictures : Click here to reveal.

It’s Sis in these photos! It’s really her! How do you like that? She’s really suffering— look at those tears, her mouth so twisted! But she’s not really struggling— despairing, but not angry; looks as if she must be submissive too— like me….

And that’s Jim, whipping her, and fucking her so hard— with other men doing terrible things to her too! From the looks of it Jim makes a real harsh Master, and there’s a gang of them at it!

Oh my! Maybe… maybe he’s thinking about doing this sort of thing to me when he’s looking at me…. Oh fuck that’s a hot thought…. God, my whole pussy did a major spasm, then!

Some … some of this is really strong…. looks like they’re into some very heavy stuff….

Oh God, what am I to do? I can’t… I can’t tell them I’ve found this, but…… jeez, I wish I could join in….

Lost in these thoughts, stunned by them, by all of it, Robyn was completely shocked by Jim’s voice, very close, very calm, very relaxed, but very, very certain;

“I’ll take those, Robyn, if you don’t mind.”

Robyn had never felt herself actually gulp with fear and shame before, but her throat did actually convulse, strongly, so that she couldn’t speak, grovelling on the floor, feeling naked in the skimpy, unaccustomed bikini, knowing Jim’s eyes were on her, looking right down her cleavage if he wanted to, right into the tightness of her crotch, and she was frightened of him, even though he was calm. Nancy was there too, her eyes round, her face stiff with shock.

Robyn was trembling as she made herself stand and, feeling ridiculous, handed the one photo that she had been holding to Jim, who crisply retrieved it from her, while Nancy fell to her knees and began clearing the shocking mess away, obviously nervous herself, trembling even, she also in a bikini, bright red and just as revealing.

Picture: Robyn, handing over a photo : Click here to reveal.

“Oh…. ah… Hi! Jim I’m … uh … oh… I can’t…”

Having tried to meet his eyes, Robyn found she was too embarrassed, too nervous, and quickly dropped her gaze to Jim’s waist.

Lord! I don’t think he had a bulge like that before! That’s a big, fat cock and if he’s like he is in those pictures he’s going to rape me with it unless I’m careful….

Her chest was heaving with emotion, with her disordered, almost random breathing, with her teeming thoughts running off in every direction at once, with her fears— which were so fatally mixed up with with her desires, so that it was impossible to tell them apart….

“I… I’m so…. sorry I…. Um sorry, any….”

Her voice, trembly enough to start with, trailed away. It seemed impossible to say anything that wouldn’t make things worse!

“It’s not your fault Robyn. Nancy will be punished for her mistake. But for now I suppose you’ll want to go to a hotel?”

The suggestion hit Robyn like a slap in the face, and she looked up, startled. It was terribly, terribly hard to look directly at Jim, but she had to know! Was… did he really want her to go? Was he sending her away! A sharp pain hit her chest at this thought. After just getting here, to be made to leave Nancy, to have the possibility of… whatever those photos meant… dangled in her face, and to be told she must leave!

Picture: Robyn, shamed : Click here to reveal.

I don’t want to go!

“Oh No! I … I mean….”

Again, her voice tailed off. If Jim wanted her gone, she’d be gone, whatever she said— she knew that much.

Only… only Jim didn’t look angry. In fact, there was a cruel little sneer on his lips as he stared at her, looking deep into her eyes, challenging her. It was awful; it was glorious, to have him look at her like that; the way a man might look at a cheap whore. Her nipples were like pebbles, her throat was dry, she could feel herself trembling.

He knows! God, he knows what… what I’m like, inside! He … Somehow, he can see it in me!

My God I have to die, now! He… He can’t , Nancy can’t! No-one can know… ever!

She would feel her cheeks going red, burning, knowing her chest would be all blotchy in a minute, too— it always was when she was deeply embarrassed.

And this embarrassment was like nothing, ever, in her young life before; all these months of dreaming of someone who might understand what she needed, and now, here it is, and she could not bear the shame, the humiliation, of being so…

But it’s not dirty! I’m not dirty— I’m just a young girl! Almost a complete virgin, really; just some rubbish fumbles that never quite got to actual fucking…! I just… I just want…

I just want to be helpless. For a greedy, cruel man to do awful things to me, without me being able to resist. To hurt me, to punish me, to take advantage of my stupid, pathetic weakness, and rape me and beat me and… and just grind me. Grind me; into the dirt.

Oh Jesus, it’s now or never!

She had to gulp again, several times, swallow some hiccups, make believe that Nancy was not now looking at her also, standing beside Jim, his hand very pointedly grasping her shoulder, controlling her while Nancy’s hands were rather unnaturally clasped behind her back, her chest a little too obviously pushed out, her feet further apart than would be normal.

God she’s standing in some sort of slave position!

It was all too much, and she was feeling as if she must faint, but for the fact that something in her, something needy and unstoppable inside her wanted her to speak, to offer herself, to give Jim what he so obviously knew he could have; he was now openly grinning at her; a self-satisfied, sardonic, knowing grin.

Picture: Robyn, desperate to stay : Click here to reveal.

And there it was, her voice, saying things it was impossible for her to say, except that she was saying them, could feel her mouth moving, though she had no idea where in the world the words were coming from;

“What … What I mean is … I’m the one who was … who was snooping, so why Nancy?”

I’m trapped, now. A trap of my own making. I have to say the next part, now. Only…. only, I can’t.

Except that there was her own voice again, somehow throbbing with conviction, saying something she could not be saying, something that would end her life;

Oh God I’m saying it!

“Maybe … Maybe I should be the one who… the one who is pu … pu … punished!”

She expected a lightning bolt at these terrible words, admission as they were, by implication— certainly obvious to someone like Jim, a practiced, smooth sadist.

Words that had made her permanently vulnerable to … to … I don’t even know, just that it will be hard and shaming and it will destroy me and I want to be destroyed and I want to be fucked and, Oh God he’s going to tell me now! This is it….

Jim’s grin was very hard, then; hard and cold;

“Since you put it that way, Robyn, I have to agree; you’re right. Snooping in someone else’s house is unacceptable behaviour. I’d ask a man outside and beat him down in a fair fight, but I can’t do that with a girl, so you’ll have to be punished directly, the way I handle Nancy. Since that can be very harsh indeed, I’m going to need you to ask for it.”

“More, since you clearly cannot be trusted, you’ll need to ask to be under my total control from now on, while you remain my guest.”

“Think now, Robyn, before you speak; this is a one-time thing; once you’ve asked to be controlled, there will be no tolerance or mercy whatsoever, no let-offs. You’ll obey me in all things, large and small, until you cease to be a guest in this house; EVERY. SINGLE. COMMAND. Understood?”

Nancy’s eyes were terribly round, and the pulse at the base of her neck was visible, rapid; she was very pale, and her mouth was working. She seemed transfixed, her eyes going back and forth between Jim and Robyn, as if she were watching a terrifying train-wreck in slow motion, powerless to help. Nancy had always been so devil-may-care, a real scofflaw; if Nancy was like this, Robyn knew that whatever she did next was very serious indeed.

There was nothing for it, though; she coud not imagine walking away from a chance like this, frightening as it was, after her months of frustration.

She looked at Jim; if he treated his own wife as badly as he did in the photographs, what might he do to her, a total stranger who had violated his privacy?

If only he would just take her, not make her ask for it!

“That’s it, little girl; think about it, then do what you know you’re going to do, anyway.”

“Jim?” it was Nancy, speaking in a carefully calm voice; “You might … might want to look at those books on .. on the side.”

Robyn felt her cheeks get even hotter. Oh my God, I never hid my night-time stories!

Nancy turned to look at Robyn, then, and although she was blushing, looked embarrassed, she was not really apologising for dropping Robyn even deeper into the hole, only empathising in a sisterly way.

Of course not - her loyalty is to Jim; she’s his wife, and he’s her master; only .. only I can’t bear it, I .. I just can’t!

But she had to; as much as she hoped she would faint, prayed for a devil to come and take her away, nothing came to rescue her from Jim, holding her smut up in one hand, grinning at her;

“So, little Miss Cornbelt, the midwest teen queen, has a secret slavegirl fantasy, has she? Dirty little slut!”

There was no shaming in his voice, though - It was more like the sound of every single escape door sliding smoothly shut; there was no way, not now he’d seen her collection, no way that she was getting away without something heavy. The feeling of being trapped, powerless, ruined by her own actions rendered her weak; stunned, trembling, unable to meet even Nancy’s eyes, let alone Jim’s.

It was on her; the biggest fear, which had been building for months; the fear of being found out! Of being judged by what made her pussy twitch, made her pulse race, and nothing, nothing else at all about her. By keeping such dirty, tell-tale books and comics, by letting them be discovered, she had lost any right, any hope at all, of ever being judged on anything but her sexuality again. She was done for.

He was grinning at her again, cruel pleasure at her fear mixed with relaxed self-satisfaction; He’s so sure of me!

And that did it; his grin made Robyn feel faint— weak and powerless— just what she needed from him so that she could give in; it was so much easier to say yes to a man who already knew how it would go. It wasn’t her choosing— not really; it was just the way things were.

I’m just a horny little slut, I’m his by right; he’s been telling me this with the way he’s been looking at me since the minute I arrived, and I can’t help responding. Oh Jesus here I go!

“Yes … Yes, please, Sir. I … I beg to be allowed to stay as your guest, and I … I beg you, please to … To control me, completely.”

“Just so, little girl; you were made for this, and I’m going to give it to you, hard, with no mercy.”

Picture: Robyn, conquered : Click here to reveal.

“Now, both of you— down to the patio. Walk sexy now— on tiptoes is what I like. Let’s see those hips switch and those titties swaying! you’re walking for the man who has total power over your soft little bodies, your weak little minds; you want me to think about fucking you, more than I’m thinking about making you scream.”

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