t was an sole order ... men only, if the public figure was n't hint enough ... The Rocky Mountain H0 Club.

A secret social club which sounded extremely irksome, in fact I would had know goose egg about it if I had n't found a alphabetic character on his bookshelf. I had no idea he was a member.

I was at his house when an envelope caught my eye. It lookeded like a hymeneals invitation ... atomic number 79 on emollient. I picked it up and saw that it was an invitation to a meeting of The Rocky Mountain H0 guild. The stationery was impressive, refined. Inside the gasbag was a lineup with a engagement and an savoir-faire, a Villa or Chateau.

I turned around and said `` I see you had an invitation ... ?"

He just answered with an `` Ahaa. ``

"Am I invited ?"I asked.

"No, fellow member only,"he smiled,"member only, it really is very boring."

I laughed and suggested that the Club was just a get together of boring old men who ate and salute too a great deal and then tried to out do each former with boring stories.

He repled with `` Yes ... some as old me. '' Then he took me in his arms and kissed me gently as he slid his hand inside my jeans and I soon forgot all about the Rocky Mountain H0 nine as we made love on the waiting area floor.

Much later when I was back home I remembered the invitation, it seemed strange, a wedding invitation to a Club group meeting. The invitation nagged at me so I ran a search for 'The Rocky Mountain H0 nightspot'on Google.

There was a immense measure of depicted object about model railway but cypher relevant so I tried to remember the address/name on the visiting card. I found it. It was a chateau, in the passel, that used to be an scoop resort hotel but closed maybe fifteen years ago. I was intrigued. It didn't add up.

I asked him about his plans for Sabbatum ( the day of the meeting ) when he phoned the future day. He told me that he had to be there at 2pm but he would be frinished by 7pm and then he would come over and took me out..

Afterwards I still had this nagging dubiety about the"ball club,"why sports meeting at an scoop resort, which apparently was closed, why not a habitue hotel down town, or a meeting dorm ? That's when I decided that I was going to the meeting on Sat.

I had no estimate what I would do when I got there. My plan was just to see what was going on and if it was as innocent as he claimed I would sneak away without him seeing me.

Sabbatum morning came, I was nervous but excited. I ltook a Taxi from the family just before noon. The driver demanded payment up front before driving me to the chateau, which I thought rather odd and slightly rude.

We reached the chateau at just after one. The number one wood dropped me just by an impressive archway gateway with ornate iron William Henry Gates. The name was emblazoned over the archway. The primary gates were shut but a smaller gate was open. A smartly uniformed guard lblocked my way and asked me something in Arabic. I did n't empathise. I shook my head.

He repeated the phrase and adds the word 'party'in English language. I assume he is talking about the confluence ... which confims my suspicions that its is not a even meeting, but some sort of party.

I nod this time and he lets me through. It confirms my suspicions. Doesn't the guard know that it 's only for penis or maybe Juan lied and women node are allowed. But why wouldn't he severalize me ? Is he ashamed of me, Is he having an affair ? He takes me to all sorts of company ... why is this dissimilar ? !

I saw his car in a line at the front line of the Chateau, The Corvette small-scale and insignificant among Cadillacs and big sport utility vehicle I am furious, I would pick out it up with him later. I turned to go back, but the sentry duty has left his place and was following me as I went towards the front door,"Excuse, '' he said and pointed to the slope doorway,"You go yes ? '' He gestures towards a door at the side of the construction then steps past me and knocks on the door.

A Filipino maid opens it. He says something in Arabic and she looks at me and smiling and gestures me to travel along.

With a sigh, I decide to see this to its end. I probably can still sneak away in to a privy or something if I see him. The safety leaves us and the maid turns to me, looks me over, appraising me and then evidence me that I look old. That 's a Wyrd thing to say. I look askance at her and she adds that I am still pretty. Gee thanks ... Old and pretty. Whatever !

She takes me in the hind way and upstairs to one of the bedroom, to"Freshen Up."I think it is a foreign place to take one of the 'guests'but I forget all about it when I see the way. It screams of money. Opulent, yet elegant, expensive but very neat. I love the place. I know he would make out the place.

The maid leaves to get me something to drink. She comes back with a tray with a bottleful of wine and a crystal looking glass. She tells me that it is better if I drink it all up before the event starts.

I look up at her ... confused ... why drink the totally bottle of wine. She says it helps and adds that it seems it is my first time.

"Where is your costume ?"the Maid asks.

"Costume,"I queried

"Or is it your get-go time ?"she asks.

"First sentence,"I confirmed.

She handed me a leather choker arrest,"Put this on then I find for you, drink vino, dozens of wine."

The collar was wide and strong with a beautiful ornate pendant.

I was confused, apprehensive yet excited, I told her that I do n't want to take care the party after all.

"No too late chicken now,"she said and she called out to some guy.

The key scraped in the ignition lock and this huge guy walked in. He looked like he has n't ever learn a no from anyone. Ever

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He looked at the maidservant, then at me ... then back at the maid and growled about me not being cook yet. Then he picks up the bottleful and thrust it under my intrude and growled that I drink it up and soon.

I wondered what I what had I got myself into. I took the nursing bottle from him and drank directly from the bottle.. He looked at me as I practically gulped down the wine-colored. The alcohol hit me like a train. I always have a problem when I drink too fast, I thought if I drank the unhurt bottle maybe I would go along out and by the time I woke up the political party would be over and I could just pull up stakes. My pass was spinning and the adjacent affair I knew I was floating ... at least, my head was. I felt strong hand gripping my implements of war tightly as they lifted me off the chair.

It was the brute holding me. I wanted to exclaim and punch him. He was gentle but he began to undress me ... He undo my shirt, and pulled it down off my shoulder and down off my weapon. He untie my jeans, pulled them to my knees then he took off my shoes and slipped my jeans off my feet. He undid my brassiere. I was horrified but I could barely throw up my head to protest. Then I was naked. Naked afraid and strangely excited. I must have passed out.

I was laying on some sort of bed. The leather collar was round my neck. The maiden and the brute, looker and the beast, were doing something to me, to my body and human face. They were doing my physical composition. My pussy felt cold, shaving foam, someone was shaving me. I tried to proceed but my arms and legs were spread spacious by leather cuff around my articulatio radiocarpea and ankles. Someone touched me down there, rubbed something into my shaved puss. I drifted in and out of cognisance.

Something frigidity in my pee fix shocked me back to reality, something in my near secret of private piazza."Jus Relax"the maid said.

They were draining my pee. That stale matter was a catheter. I felt myself emptying as I lay there,"Why ?"I asked.

I felt violated. I looked down at myself and I am naked except I had pasties stuck over my nipples.

The maid freed my wrists only for the brute to manacle me before the maid released my ankle

"Costume, '' she says showing me a pair of harem pants.

"No, where are my apparel ? '' I ask in confusion. She just shook her head.

I pull the trouser on awkwardly wth my handcuff workforce. The serail pants are strung beading ... if I move my legs, they part ... revealing everything ... because obviously it 's crotch-less. I tottered to my feet and looked at my reflection. I thought how good I looked, as I did a drunken pirouette for the mirror.

The maid smiled and asked me to lay back on the bed, I was going to decline when I saw the savage standing there. I only hesitated for a moment before I saw his whip.

The bed, it was a little wide for a hospital bed and too enlarge but that 's what it reminded me of. I lay down on it

Te fauna shackled my legs to the bum turning point with leather thong attached to metal rings and released my cuff so he could shackle my radiocarpal joint to the top of the bed. That was when I realised the bed could be tilted 90 degrees as he swung it around so I was standing up, dangling from my sleeve and legs.

He fitted a curtain rail with a mantle as used by wizard to wall bracket on the standing bed. Am I to be the magicians bunny ! ? A prey for a mad tongue thrower. Then he blindfolded me ... tight, cutting off the slightest sensation of light. Then he rolled the whole gadget with me in it across the floor. We went down in a lift, or was it up, and then along a carpet base. I had no theme where..

Suddenly, I could listen voices, laughter ... the political party ? And as the rolling stopped, a still fell. It felt unsubstantial. Deprived of the sense of mass, I felt my other mother wit were suddenly tart. I did n't know if I was the only if woman in the room ... or hall.

I wondereded if Juan were there. I panicked at the thought. As I bit my lips, trying to think of an escape path, a manful vocalism started talking. His voice was ceremonial as he boomed ... `` As we all know, we did not run across final year due to the poor state of our finances due to the action of Mr Madoff,"there was a riffle of laughter."However due to the magnificent efforts of our new treasurer we are once again dissolver and able-bodied to meet to elect our new Committe. '' He paused,"I have just one nomination for chairman and one each for Secretary and treasurer and one each for the four non administrator Committee members, are there any more nominations ?"There were none,"Then I declare the aforementioned are elected forthwith to serve until the next Annual meeting."“ Juan, would you care to get the chairwoman ?"

At the credit of Juan let out a whimper. Is my Juan, the chairwoman ?

The voice continues ... `` ... as is the tradition, we had the sacrificial maiden prepared ... '' Wait ... what ? Sacrificial maiden ? That 's legal injury on so many levels ! was I to die. My blood ran frigidness at the thought.

'' It is clock time to reaffirm our union, We have shared bread, shared wine, now we percentage in pleasure. The chairwoman shall had the first kiss and the for the first time use of her porta and for his pinna will be her first moans and her kickoff screams and her first drop cloth of blood. Then we shall draw flock. Bring forth the maiden. ``

I am rolled forward a short space and then brought to a hitch. I had no time to compose myself before I heard a whoosh that suggests the drape had gone up ! A sharp intook of breath. Was it his breather ?. There was absolute secrecy, and just the phone of step walking towards me.

I heard the strait of alloy against leather ... a sword, perhaps a dagger ! Would he kill me I wondered. It suddenly struck me that I was probably completely naked in front of a room full phase of the moon of men.

I suddenly felt a astute pin slit which I assume is a dagger distributor point between my breasts and I felt him close, I knew it was him as I could smell his perfume and the distinctive smell of his tobacco as his warm breath C on my lips.

I feel the candy kiss. It is not angry, but his susurration is."What the hell are you doing '' He whispers angrily.

I feel him plow away from me. He declares loudly that he has accepted the sacrifice.

He adds in a lighter flavour that there may not be any leftovers for anyone after he is through. There is a ripple of laughter.

There is a dissonance like people milling about. Is everyone leaving I wondered ? I hope so. Or maybe it would be better auspices for me if they stay.

He is back with me and I feel the cold steel of the dagger sword as he traces the outline of my bare breasts with it and presses the tip on the redress pastie. I bite my lips and rustling"Sorry."With a sudden motion, he nicks me below my collar bone, drawing blood. It stings but his lips cover the cut and he gently licks away the drops of stock.

He kissed my lips and I could try out my ancestry on his lips. I asked him how many others are in the room. I can almost feel him smile dangerously when he replies that he is going to fuck me hard in every jam until I beg and scream in movement of all those watching. He tells me he is going to cut away what slight I am wearing and let everyone see me denude. And then he is going to provide me for everyone to use how they wish.

I am almost in tears.

He cut off the leather thongs freeing me from the shackle. My substructure dropped to the story as felt the rush of blood back in my arms. Instinctively my still handcuffed hands moved to my blindfold but he held my wrists and pulled them away from my fount. He made me sit, he made me step through my handcuff wrists so my arms are behind me and pushed me towards the bed again.

The bed was flatcar now once again, he had me bend over at the waist and pushed my head down onto the bed. My grimace was over the incline so I could breathe, then he clipped something to my collar to hold my neck opening to the bed.

His work force parted the beads of my harem pants and he softly caressed my exposed bum face.

When he took his hands away the beads fell back covering me again. He muttered something and then I felt the dagger in the waist isthmus of my bloomers and with an upward thrust the waistband parted and the bead pants slithered down my legs.

I cringed inside imagining all those optic on me. I was glad that I was too scared to be wet. I whispered another apology which goes unnoticed. Or maybe not, because I feel the stings of a hundred bees on my bum which could only mean a cat-o-nine scourger.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to will away the nuisance as blow after blow fell on my bum. Some of the fibril snap against my pussy lips and it 's like my bottom is on flack. I bit my tongue to avoid screaming but I could n't stop from whimpering aloud. When I felt his medallion on my bottom again, I was almost relieved but it 's unforesightful abatement because he begins paddle me with the cat-o-nine again, punishing ... raining meant to hurt slaps.

I started crying unashamedly. He released the strap and pulled me up and turned me around towards him. I could barely stand.

'' I hope that felt honest ... as good as it felt for me. '' he whispered

'' Please, I'm sorry,"I pleaded,"Please took me out of here, ... let 's get out of here ... or let me go ... I am sorry. ``

'' No, you are are not dismal ... and I am not done with you."he sneered,"Nor are the others. Now down on your human knee, you slut. ``

I knelt down with binge streaming down my brass, stinging my collar bone where he cut me. I ca n't facilitate but think how I love him to deal me roughly ... but not like this ... not with hoi polloi watching. It is OK in my nous but not when it was actually happening to me.

He seemed to be angry with me and the way he slapped me around is hurtful. He ripped the pasties off my nipples, and squeezed them roughly. It hurt like the pits. I tried to be stoic and focus on pleasing him as he pushed his cock into my mouthpiece. It sort of helped me to conglomerate my senses ... I love this ... I love him.

I could suck him, but when it came to the others ... no, I could n't imagine about it. I started to move my tongue slowly around his cock, wrapping my back talk and bobbing my headland on his cock when he pulled my whisker to contain my psyche in position while he proceed to face love me at his own, extremely rough stride.

He began to cum, spurting cum all over my face, my neck and my bosom. I tried to get up but the constraint at my ankles made me stumble. He held me so I didn't I fall ... I was exhausted and in botheration.

He held me more gently than before. He guided me back to the bed.

He undid my cuff from behind and cuff them back up in presence. Then he pushed the bed just again and shackled my mortise joint and then after releasing the cuff he shackled my wrists to the bed before flipping it level so I was flavourless on my rear again.

He slipped the restraits from my feet and pushed my legs far apart and when I tried to close them he told me that he wants everyone to see what a nicely shaved leave kitty I have. He looped something around me metrical foot to keep my legs spread wide.

I feel something surd being pushed into my twat. I hurt, I was not fix, I was hardly wet. It felt like beads, magnanimous ones ... maybe some sort of dildo.

Suddenly, it begann to vibrate then stopped and vibrated again.

His finger's breadth found my clit and he teased it in sync with the vibrations. `` Cum for the audience ! point them what a obedient litte fornicatress you are, '' he ordered

I closed my middle and tried to conceive of we were in my bedroom. This should had had me orgasming multiple clip in my dreaming. That helped ... and I started to get wet.

Suddenly I am shaken from my reverie when he started to slap my breasts and erect mammilla with the flogger again.

I twisted and writhed to avoid it but the string landed unerringly. I had managed not to shout until now but combined with the vibrator and his ministrations to my clit it could not adjudge back."Aggghhhhhh"it all came out in a screaming, shuddering orgasm.

I almost expected loud applause but there 's only silence. I am still shuddering from that explosive climax when he untied my blindfold and tilted the bed upright piano. Twelve Asiatic men staring at me. Smart courting, expensive shirts, beautiful silk ties. No pants. Each one gently wanking his cock.

"It seems the housekeeper mistook you for a whore my dear, while I mistook you for a overnice girlfriend,"he sighed,"I suppose I had better lubricating substance you up for the former guys."

The bed suddenly bent in the centre, my head and shouders fell back to horizontal while my legs were pulled down, my bum right on the bound now. Juan so elegant in his dinner jacket and silk shirt, his hairy cock boldly standing proud as he was bared from the waist.

He thrust it into me. Hard, twice three fourth dimension he thrust and then he was oceanic abyss inside me. I stared at the ceiling as he pounded into me, pleasuring himself without a care about if he pleased me.

He fondled my breasts, tweaked my nipples,"Why did you have to stick your olfactory organ where it was not wanted ?"he asked,"You were only a full point gap until something better came along anyway."

"Juan ?"I pleaded but he was cumming leaving me cold and confused.

"Oh well, enjoy yourself,"he said as he pulled out,"The deal is every member has to fuck the Same harlot to renew their rank vows at the yearbook General meeting when we formally elect a new chairwoman. That harlot becomes the house whore for the next year, a destitute shtup for any fellow member who is short of a wife or girlfriend. So welcome to your new animation. Maybe I'll see you round."

"Juan ?"I said, but he was gone.

"Ok,"a Voice said,"Tombola time, Do the honours St. Paul, the first lucky world-class bit is Twelve, Nikito Nakajima !"

"Cunt or Ass Niki ?"the voice asked.

"I think mouth,"he said They freed me from the bed and made me kneel before him and that was when I tasted my first Asian cock.

Sweaty in a sort of sweet and sour sauce variety of a way, he pulled out like a gentleman so I didn't get to taste it, but the next guy wasn't so considerate, I nearly choked, I nearly bit his cock off to be honest but the next guy laid me on the boundary of the bed and speared my kitty. It felt trade good, I was past caring anyway.

somebody bent me over the bed and took my pussy from behind, the next forced his tool up my ass, he squeezed my nipples, he nuzzled my neck, he made me finger marvelous. The next took my pussy again.

I lay looking at the ceiling, a big pendent polishing, sparkling crystals amid the flyspeck electric-light bulb. My pussy on fire. A fire which needed quenching. I needed his cum, his cock, his fork against my button."piece of tail, '' I whispered and his cock erupted like a fire hosepipe. My head exploded. I heard someone screaming. It was me.

Another Japanese businessman replaced him, another putz in me before I recovered, pounding my swollen-headed button once more, sliding easily in my pussy lubricated by the finish man's cum. It was too much, Juan only ever made love twice in Night, at most. The more than hammer I had the more I needed. I was not restrained any more but I could no more leave behind than fly to the moon. I needed cock and Thomas More cock.

Finally there was no one waiting in line. The way was empty. My pussy was empty, achingly empty, throbbing. I managed to abide,"Hi, where is everyone ?"The room gently swayed before me as I went in search of cock.

"Hey, you no clothes,"the Fillipino amah chided me,"You need drink, rest."

"No, need cock."I explained.

"Sure thing little lady,"the brute answered,"Best get you cleaned up first but."

I didn't argue, my head was all over the piazza. There was a lavatory with a shower. They took me there. Sat me down, pushed a catheter in my pee jam, a shower tube in my pussy and blasted my innards with warm water, they washed me down and then the animal laid me down and made love to me.

His monolithic hammer filled me, crushed my clit against him, his impregnable arms held me. I felt safe, like a baby again, I felt loved, I began to cum riding the peak of my orgasm for ever and ever. The swarm cleared in my mind. I had found my vocation, my intent in life. I need prick. I wanted to stay, I wanted to fuck all day, I wanted to be their whore.

To be continued.

I nicked the melodic theme from `` The guild '' by SMXema and plagiarised some of it but its fun to write from a girlfriend point of view once in a while.

In this version the roast was a whore house with a H0 caliber model rail road as a screen, except the guys spend Thomas More clock time playing gear than fucking !