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The Janus Club (part4)

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Before being used and abused for the night , Margie Stamford finds out what it’s like to amuse the members of The Janus Club.

Lord’s Ashford and Medway stood at the bar holding their drinks when Michael Regan walked past,
‘” nice bid” said Lord Medway. ” Well thank you Sir” Regan said , a shit eating grin crossing his face.” “Out of interest Is it going to be a public deflowering” asked Ashford, hoping it would be. “I was thinking about that,one side of me says the lovely lady should suffer in private ,the other side of me says her husband you should be there to watch her suffer, mainly because I think he is a stupid little prick, then the other side of me he said laughing , my third side says ,I bet those two old wicked perverts Lord Ashford and Lord Medway would like to see Mrs Wright squealing like a pig, so no matter what I decide gentleman ,be assured you will both be invited to watch the poor stabbed pig bleed, ” and with that he bowed slightly and hurried away.
The lights in the Bull Ring were beginning to dim as the huge electric spot light lit up the rink, and as they two sat down, one of Mrs Collins whores came into view, she was naked holding the chain attached to the naked Margie Stamfords collar, followed by her new owner for the night Elizabeth Taylor and Margie Stamfords son Samuel.
Mrs Taylor went to where Paul McDouglas was standing, she took one of the six envelopes he held in his hand and opened it.” Number 4″ she said to the Club Manager who took her hand, and led her over to one of the six objects covered in black cloth scattered round the Bull Ring , and letting go of Mrs Taylor’s hand he grabbed the corner of the cloth cover and pulled it off exposing a small vaulting horse who’s front legs had been cut off to be be approximately half the length of the back legs.
Seeing the vaulting horse Margie Stamford dropped to her knees saying ” no, no ,no, I am not going on that, leave me alone”, people around the rink were laughing, some were shouting” get up ,get up “, others were booing and laughing.
Elizabeth Taylor left Paul McDouglas’s side and strode over to the kneeling Margie Stamford, screamed at her to ” get up”, but when she didn’t move Elizabeth grabbed a handful of Mrs Stamford’s hair and began to pull her across the rink, with Margie crawling as fast as her knees would let her, much to the amusement of the members watching.
As she let go of Margie’s hair ,Mrs Stamford fell to the fetal position on the floor lying on her left side, Elizabeth Taylor knelt down put her face close to Margies ear and whispered “Cunt lay there as long as you like, it doesn’t matter to me,I have got all night to make you pay for what you did to me “, and with that she stood up, turned to Samuel ,Mrs Stamford’s son and said “get her up and lay her over the horse”
Samuel bent down and slowly began to encourage his Mother to get up. The room was silent, but for those close enough that they could hear Samuel apologising to his Mother , saying I am sorry Mommy I promise I won’t do it again, as forelawn looking Mrs Stamford slowly go to her feet before quietly lowering her body onto the top of the wooden horse .
Two of the huge black Egyptian Sudanese workers came out of he shadows,taking each wrist they put a metal cuff around her wrists and pulling her forward so he feet were off the ground and her head was hanging over the end of the vaulting horses back ,they attached the chains to two rings ,one on each front leg of the horse. A large black belt was put over Margies back and one of the men connected the buckle so t was holding Margies belly tight to the horses back, it made sure she was going nowhere fast.
Most people had not noticed the Prison belt hanging on the inside of the back leg of the vaulting horse. A brutal looking thing it was too, an exact copy of the Prison belts kept at Holloway Women’s Prison to punish wrongdoers. Very few women in Holloway Prison ever went back for a second visit to the Prison Correction Room after receiving twelve strokes as first time offenders, twenty strokes were given to any woman prisoner who visited the room for a second time ..
Made of thick leather , 36 inch long and 6 inch wide, with brass rivets holding the strap to a wooden handle, Elizabeth Taylor bent down and unhooked the Prison Belt from its nail, and handed it to Stanley , Mrs Stamford’s son.
Standing behind the stretched out woman on the horse she raked her nails over the womans naked bottom , leaving ten bright red lines all over each cheek and making Mrs. Stamford let out a cry. Slapping her bottom Mrs Taylor told her victim to” shut up “, and turning to Sidney Stamford she said “Stanley, I want you to give your Mother 6 of the very hardest strokes you can with the strap,if you don’t do them hard then you will have to do them again , do you understand. ”
” I can’t do that said Stanley Stamford slowly she is my Mother.” Mrs Taylor smiled at him, “oh yes you can Stanley “she said sarcastically, and if you don’t then I will get one of the Egyptian gentlemen to do it, and they I promise you will take several layers of skin off of your dear Mothers bottom “. “Now wait till I tell you I am ready, do you understand” ? Yes said Samuel weighing up his options, him with his weak wrists, or the six foot six African who cold bend an oak tree in half,?
Running her nails over Margies butocks one more time , Elizabeth slowly ran her nails all the way up her back to her neck, before she stood in front of Margies head. Putting her hands under Mrs Stamford’s chin she lifted her head up and smiled at her . ” I hope you enjoy tonight said Elizabeth quietly,I know I am going to, I have a lot of plans for you tonight” .She looked at Samuel and smiled
“begin” she saids, “Don’t forget six REAL hard ones hard or we start all over again “.
CRACK the sound of Leather on flesh echoed around the silent room, and for a second Margie Stanford remained still and silent, then suddenly she burst into life, screaming at the top of her voice, with tears filling her eyes she did not have time to take a breath before CRACK the second stroke hit her buttocks , tears from her eyes ,sobs from her throat could be heard all around the room as the third stoke made the all to familiar CRACKING sound as the strap covered both cheeks of her buttocks causing huge red ,blue and white marks to cover he pale skin.
Mrs.Stanford tried before the fourth stoke to beg for Elizabeths forgiveness, but it was impossible to understand a word she was saying between the screams of pain and the sobbing , then when the fifth stoke raked across her bottom, Elizabeth Taylor took hold of Margie’s hair and pulled her head up so far it hurt Margies neck.
Looking at her old adversary she suddenly felt a twitch in her cunt, she didn’t realize that hurting this bitch would give her so much pleasure, she held a hand up to stop Samuel applying the last stroke, and bent down to talk to the sobbing woman.
” You disgusting creature” said Elizabeth Taylor,” look at you,snot coming out of your nose, drool dripping from your mouth, you disgusting pig “she said pulling Margie’s hair hard. She looked up at Samuel and called out, ” your on the brink of failing Samuel, you had better make this a very very good one “.
OH it was good, Samuels hand seemed to started moving somewhere in Portugal or Spain, came up through France, crossed the English Channel and rode a tsunami up the River Thames, and landin in central London on Mrs Margie Stamfords bottom so hard it moved the vaulting horse she was tied to a good 10 inches across the floor.
The scream that left Margie’s lips was one that turned on every sadist in the club, there was probably not a soft dick in a single members pants, but to the other five women waiting to be punished before they were handed over to there new owner for the night , it was a scream that bought tears sobs and fear to everyone one of them After Margie Stamford had been untied she slowly slid off the horse onto the floor,before being carried out of the Bull Ring and gently lowered into a bath of warm water in the bedroom on the 4th floor she would be spending the rest of the night.
Lord’s Ashford and Medway rose from there seat’s and walked silently to the bar, Ashford looked at Medway and they both burst out laughing. ” Yeah Gods” said Ashford,” I actually feel a bit sorry for poor old Margie I think we might need a funeral director here once Mrs Taylor has finished with her, now where do you think Regan is , I think it might be time we cosied up to him , bought him a drink or two and a nice cigar so he doesn’t forget us”.

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  • Reply Kimfslut ID:bo2qeos8k

    Outstanding