Chapter 8

Her emotions in complete turmoil, Susie could not think how Hugh had managed to hide it from her when they packed their things ready for the evening’s task, but from his bag he produced an ominous looking bamboo cane, and once again, for a reason poor Susie simply could not fathom, the portly oaf with the beard was handed the privilege.

‘Just lay it across her... yes, like that,’ instructed Hugh, as the cane was rested lightly over her smooth and, she suddenly realised, very vulnerable buttocks. ‘Perfect,’ Hugh added, and his voice triggered a battery of flashes as they all took a cascade of pictures, bending and crouching to change their point of view, relishing each delicious image - each image which would, Susie realised, make it look as if she really was being caned.

‘Just lift the edge of her skirt with the tip,’ said someone else, and that meant the bearded one had to first pull it down a little, which gave him an opportunity to let the back of his clammy hand stroke across the curved white wetness that was her cotton-sheathed pussy, making her quiver with traitorous pleasure, though she hoped he was too much of an oaf to notice.

Then he stood back a pace, and the tip of the cane traced a slow line up the back of her thigh, touched lightly and briefly but very deliberately right in the centre of the white crescent nestled between her thighs like a quarter-moon, touched on the spot where her soft lips opened, and then carried on upward, catching the hem of her skirt and raising it as if exposing her for the first time, and all of them must have used a roll of film each within the next few seconds.

‘Just do the cane thing again,’ urged another.

‘Yeah, and this time put a bit of pressure on, bend it back like it’s just landed... lovely.’

‘What about a bit of movement - like motion blur,’ another suggested eagerly, and immediately the beard applied some light strokes across Susie’s bottom, which didn’t really hurt at all, but she squealed and they seemed to like that as they flashed away furiously with busy cameras. They also seemed to like the way the dampness had soaked her knickers so they clung to her pinkly shaven curves, revealing the rounded fullness and the warm valley that was opening deeper and deeper all the time.

‘Now touch yourself again,’ commanded Hugh, the order given without a trace of warmth or affection, as all his instructions had been issued so far, and she reached back between her thighs, letting her fingers stroke the scalding wetness of the soggy knickers, arousal heightened by the knowledge that they were once again transparently wet, and it was as if she could feel with her tenderly probing fingertips the curves and valleys they saw with their intrusive lenses.

And as the bearded oaf let the cane fall lightly across her rounded buttocks once again she realised she was in that position once more, bent over with her bottom bared and her body exposed, one hand reaching between her legs to stroke and caress while an audience stared as she was caned. As she saw the mental pictures of herself, pictures that matched the thirty-five mil images forming on the emulsion, Susie could feel her groin contract and relax, marking the imminent return of the climax that had been stolen from her a few minutes earlier.

‘Let’s have a couple of real ones, shall we?’ Hugh prompted in his commanding way, and smiled with satisfaction as the cane suddenly cracked down across Susie’s exposed bottom, making her jump and squeal, the settee creaking as she writhed away from the cruel impact.

‘Oh, yes!’ someone enthused.

‘Hang on,’ called another, ‘let me get the motor drive switched on.’

Susie braced herself as they all announced various states of readiness, and then the cane swiped across her bottom again, laying a thin red trail in its wake, as if the burning pain was actually visible on film.

‘And another,’ demanded the fat one, almost dribbling with excitement, and the thin line of heat seared across her quivering buttocks once again. Then it fell again, and again, ten or a dozen times, until Hugh waved a hand and brought the onslaught to a halt. There was a lot of excited chatter as they changed film, staring critically at Susie as they discussed poses, as if they were in an art gallery analysing an exhibit that couldn’t hear or speak and had no sensibilities to be offended.

‘What about this,’ said the cadaverous one in glasses, generally silent up to now but suddenly becoming just a little animated. As everyone else stared curiously, he stepped forward like a wading bird on a windswept shore, Susie not sure if he was always so awkward of movement or if he had a straining erection that made him walk like that.

He took the cane from the one with the beard, who went back to his camera a little sulkily, and gave her an experimental prod with the tip, pressing it into the wet fabric, spreading her opening as he pushed into her, and suddenly the room was again ablaze with light. Even standing still the man looked awkward, almost embarrassed by the success of his pose, one arm extended, wrist turned upwards like a fencer, with the tip of his foil pressed against a sliver of white material that was moving slowly in response to his pressure, slipping deeper between the puffy lips and into the heated darkness.

Susie arched her back, lifting her bottom and instinctively pressing back against the tip of the cane that grazed her clit, and the cameras went wild.

The thin, bespectacled man pressed even more insistently, and Susie felt the wooden tip sink further.

‘Push a little deeper,’ Hugh impelled. ‘Deeper...’ and as the cameras faithfully recorded each deliciously slippery moment, the tip of the cane and the band of saturated white cotton did indeed sink deeper and deeper, revealing her succulent shape to the greedy lenses and the eager eyes behind the viewfinders as the material slowly vanished from view.

Susie gave a quivering sigh of pleasure as the folds of her body were pressed apart, and the cameras whirred, their owners anxious not to miss anything. The thin man beamed a self-satisfied smile at the bank of clicking and flashing, but Susie was oblivious now, because the build up of tension had reached close to bursting point and she was only aware of the irresistible messages being transmitted from her clit, as the background sounds faded and even the flickering lights grew dim.

There were many pictures taken now, as she shuffled her knees and lifted her gorgeous bottom, as she felt her body opening in response to the increasing pressure as the tip of the cane probed deeper, thickened as it gathered the wet material and carried it into her, and she began to rock gently on her knees, sliding against the intruder, slipping it in and out, feeling the rucked material around the tip travelling in and out, sending gentle waves of pleasure through her body, in and out it went as the sensations lapped at the edges of her subconscious.

‘Okay, let’s lie down now, please,’ Hugh intervened at precisely the wrong moment. Obviously he’d read her mood exactly, although how he knew so much about her was a mystery. But the nasty bastard had stopped her just before it would have been too late, left her dangling on the precipice once again, although one step higher than she’d been before, with the peak that much closer and her need to reach it that much greater.

‘Lay still, Caroline,’ he went on, ‘Peter’s just going to rearrange you a little.’

Was there a subtle emphasis in his words? It didn’t matter, because Peter, the one with the effeminate eyes, was already beside her and interpreting Hugh’s instructions very literally, helping her onto her back and slipping one finger under the edge of her knickers and pulling them slowly aside, awarding himself a real close-up look at her and the luxury of letting his fingers slide a little way inside her sex, just enough to feel the heat and moisture, just enough to make her gasp and flinch, as if the cane had landed across her buttocks once again. Then, with his other hand, he guided the bamboo tip into place so once again it was pressing into her, pushing the white cotton inwards as well.

He then stepped back and the cameras started clicking at once, while the tall one with the thick glasses again pressed the cane firmly downwards, spreading and opening her at the same time as her soft curves and slick wetness were exposed to the greedy eyes behind the viewfinders.

‘Just get hold of it now, Caroline,’ instructed Hugh, and he would have explained further had not Susie grasped his meaning and the shaft of the cane in almost the same instant, wrapping her hands around it as if guiding a lover’s erection into herself, raising her hips and pressing in deeper to where it felt best.

The cameras whirred furiously as she began to flex against it, and Hugh said sharply, ‘Both hands now,’ and once again she understood, laying one palm on her mound, spreading herself with fanned fingers, revealing her nakedness and her need as she arched against the thickly wadded tip, her fingers slithering on her own smoothly shaved wetness, teasing where the wedge of wet material was being pushed into her as her hips rocked up to meet it and her thighs opened wider, offering herself to them.

‘Just a few more like that,’ Hugh said, waiting for the group to take their last shots of that particularly alluring pose. ‘Perfect... now then, legs a little wider, Caroline, and let’s go without the cane,’ and he looked around the group, seeing nods of agreement. ‘Okay, Caroline,’ he went on, as the ungainly member of the group withdrew the cane, the last inch or so shining wetly in the light, ‘carry on by yourself, there’s a good girl.’

‘With yourself,’ sniggered someone, but her hand was already there, fingertips slithering luxuriously over the scalding wetness and spreading it tenderly, teasing and tickling for only a moment before sliding steadily deeper until two fingers had completely vanished from view as the cameras flashed more rapidly than ever, not quite masking the long sigh of pleasure as her hips rose to meet the inward thrust.

‘Marvellous,’ someone croaked, voice thick with lust as Susie’s fingers began their work, in and out, thrusting deeper, spreading herself, frigging herself, wanting them all to see her fingers sliding in and out, wanting them to imagine it was them, thick and erect, fucking her.

‘Right, on the floor,’ said Hugh, and he made Susie kneel, elbows on the settee, face hidden, bottom raised again, knees apart, and then he made her reach back between her legs, spread herself for the cameras, slip a finger inside for the cameras, slip two fingers inside for the cameras and then stop, just when her crisis was threatening again.

‘A firm smack, I think,’ she heard him say, and someone was kneeling beside her - him with the beard, portly and awkward, resting the flat of his hand on her buttocks, fingertips just millimetres from touching her pouting sex lips.

‘Okay,’ said Hugh, and the bearded oaf slapped her, making her buttocks bounce, letting his fingertips dip into the very edges of her honey pot, then further in towards the centre until his slapping was more of a rhythmic squeezing, the thumb pressed into her buttock, fingertips curled into her opening, slipping deeper and deeper until he couldn’t be patient any longer and released his grip, sliding two straight fingers hard inside her with a sudden jab, making her squeal in surprise, keeping her squealing and trapped against the settee as he pumped them in and out and the cameras flickered their owners’ approval.

‘Thank you,’ Hugh said flatly, ‘that’s enough,’ and the fumbling fingers left Susie just when she was about to burst with the power of her climax, leaving her gasping, frustrated, her hips writhing against nothing.

‘You’ll want to take some pictures,’ Hugh told the overweight oaf with the beard as he stood up. ‘Fred will give you a break.’

Fred was only a couple of feet away and was beside her in no time, hand on her bottom, fingers inside her without ceremony or speaking.

‘Ooh,’ she gasped, and then again as the thin one, waved over by Hugh, sat on the settee, right next to where she knelt leaning on it, and without being told she knew exactly what was expected. She reached for him, fumbling with the zip, and as soon as it was lowered she rummaged inside the gaping shadows and found him pulsing there, then tugged into the light a substantial erection. Getting utterly carried away in the intensity of the moment, she rubbed up and down and the flashguns went crazy... and they went even crazier when she leaned forward and touched her slightly parted lips to the bulbous tip, then sighed faintly as the one called Fred changed position to kneel behind her, and at last she was filled with something thick and solid as his hairy groin docked slowly against her beaten buttocks. He began to pump briskly in and out and she braced her knees into the carpet, arched her back to raise her hips and urge him deeper, and just as he hit the perfect pace and she felt as if at last she would be released from her torment, he grunted loudly and hot jets erupted inside her.

As the cock in her fist pressed upward and widened her lips, filling her mouth, another erection prodded and poked between her thighs before penetrating her. Three staccato thrusts and she thought it would be her turn, but before she spiralled into a shattering climax she felt the throbbing column jerk and spasm inside her all too soon and he slumped, panting heavily and replete, to the floor.

Desperately she plopped the erection out of her mouth and dragged him by it, steering him around to carry on where the last had just failed, and he knelt between her ankles, his cock hard and thick and straight and sinking inside her, forging deeper, spreading her open and filling her until she gasped in delight and then squealed in disappointment as he too found the eroticism of the evening all too much and ejaculated too quickly.

But then the bearded one was there, ready and waiting, dropping his corduroys to reveal a stout erection with a bulbous helmet, as inflamed as his face.

‘Yessss,’ she urged, reaching back to guide him to where she wanted him, turning her bottom as the tall one shuffled away, waiting for him to enter her, quickly, not realising she was pleading. ‘Please, now, now, now...’

But all she received was the very tip, for it was all too much for him too, and with a grunt of dismay he erupted and coated her pouting sex lips and the backs of her thighs and stockings, but got no further.

‘Oh no,’ she gasped in frustration, and reached back between her thighs to thrust two fingers into herself in sheer desperation, but they were an unsatisfactory replacement for the erect cocks she’d just been robbed of, and she looked over her shoulder ready for anyone, even Hugh. And as she did her hand slowed and her breathing calmed.

The coloured lad had taken his jeans off and was unbuttoning his shirt, and from his groin jutted a smooth dark shaft that looked dauntingly impressive. Every camera in the room was aimed at Susie’s bottom when he knelt behind her, hands on her flanks, turning her, angling her so they could all see.

‘Ready, gentlemen?’ he asked, in a husky American accent that almost made her climax on the spot. ‘Then I’ll begin.’

The swollen tip was shiny, large and round. The pale pinkness of her body clung around the dark shaft, the soft lips spreading wider as he sank deeper and deeper, until she mumbled a small cry of warning. His groin had not reached her buttocks, but a significant proportion of his cock was still in view, while the unseen remainder filled her completely. When he eased back that which had been inside her glistened wetly with her juices.

He eased almost all of it from her, so the bloated helmet kept her lips parted, clinging to him, waiting while the cameras flashed. When everyone seemed happy he nodded again and leaned forward, pulling out almost at once, then sliding back in, and pulling out; a long slow fuck that did the trick and her climax boiled over at last, a shuddering orgasm that wracked every nerve and every muscle until she was sobbing against the settee, impaled on his erection while he knelt impassive behind her.

As her spasms died away, but before her breathing had calmed, she heard Hugh say something and the potent lad lifted her easily, lay her on her back on the carpet and entered her again, slowly, possessively, penetrating her before pausing for the cameras. Then slowly but easily he rolled, taking her until she was astride him, knees on the carpet either side of his hips, able to move as she needed to, up and down as she liked until she felt herself coming again, letting herself sink slowly onto him as her body shuddered and her inner muscles squeezed around the thick column spearing up inside her.

‘Okay,’ said Hugh, and the youth rolled her over again, rising to his feet, positioning Susie on her knees with the enormous serpent pulsing right in front of her spellbound face, and when he came the viscous seed splashed into her open mouth, onto her cheeks and into her hair, and dripped from her chin onto her breasts and into her cleavage, giving the club members a final sequence of stunningly erotic photographs.

‘She’s absolutely perfect,’ the host quietly complimented Hugh, nodding pensively. ‘Perfect... just perfect.’ But he did not say what he felt Susie was absolutely perfect for, though the calculating look in his eyes suggested he knew very well what he was talking about, and it wasn’t just her qualities as a model.