Club Heaven

Tabitha sat alone on a pristine white leather couch, gazing at her surroundings with a mixture of awe and jealousy. To her left was a handsome guy in an expensive looking suit with a hot young blonde thrusting herself against him. Their lips were locked in a passionate embrace while their hands roamed freely, groping each other’s body parts as their tongues danced together. To her right was another man with his hand wrapped around the back of a girl’s head as it bobbed up and down in his lap. Each couple had kindly extended an invitation for Tabitha to join them, but she politely declined on both occasions. They weren’t the only ones enjoying each other’s company, either. The entire room was a mass of writhing bodies in various states of undress, strewn across the couches and floor in a wanton display of carnal lust. A sea of half exposed breasts, wandering fingers and bulging trousers were on show and the evening was only just getting started. It was a monthly gathering arranged for a select group of wealthy individuals, hosted at the penthouse suite of a tall skyscraper that overlooked the dark, glittering cityscape below. Tabitha found herself more interested in the view than any of the flesh on offer that evening, and promptly made for the bar in an adjoining room.

She had agreed to go to the party after endless prodding from her friend Charlotte, who desperately wanted to attend but didn’t have the courage to go alone. However, within minutes of arriving, Charlotte had latched herself onto a cute guy and disappeared along with another couple for a foursome in one of the private rooms. Even the corridors were littered with half-naked bodies, kissing and fondling each other with wild abandon. The bar room was a little more refined, and seemed to be where the guests mingled before hooking up. Tabitha perched herself on a bar stool and ordered a white rum and coke, which she happily sipped as she covertly monitored the other guests. She didn’t especially mind being left on her own as she knew that Charlotte would have spent the whole time trying to match her up with some random hunk. She was much more comfortable taking her time, admiring the many guests from afar as she evaluated them one by one. She wondered if she might be seen as frigid for hanging back, but few of them even registered her existence apart from the bar man. However, as her eyes darted around the room, she quickly became aware that her presence hadn’t gone completely unnoticed.
An older gentleman in his late 40s sat slightly disjointed from his group, having seemingly lost the thread of their clearly scintillating conversation. His attention had been distracted by Tabitha’s demure figure the moment she sauntered into the room and had barely taken his eyes off her for a second. The way her elegant backless white maxi dress hung from her shoulders and clung to her slender curves had set his libido on fire, but the true nature of his desires would remain a mystery for a little while longer. He lifted himself from the couch and moved across to the bar to join Tabitha, staring intently at her as he closed in on his target.
“Why come to a place like this just to be on your own?” he asked, taking a seat beside her at the bar.
“What makes you think I’m alone?” she replied, unable to suppress the smile from stretching across her lips. She couldn’t deny that he was handsome and she’d always had a thing for older men. His dark hair was peppered with a mature streak of silver, giving him an authoritative look that drove her wild.
“I don’t see anybody by your side…” he grinned, nodding to the bartender to pour his usual.
“Maybe I’m just waiting for someone.” she added, circling the tip of her middle finger around the rim of her glass.
“I don’t think so.” he replied, staring intently into her eyes. His focus was solely fixed on her, like a lion stalking its prey. She could feel his magnetic charm pulling her closer, almost like his deep hazel eyes were casting a hypnotic spell over her.
“You seem very sure of yourself.” she answered, “How do you know I don’t have a big, strong man to defend my honour.”
“It would be worth the fight.” he replied, though he was clearly just playing along. A flirty rapport quickly blossomed between them as they sipped their drinks and exchanged lingering glances.
“So…” he asked, “Why are you here?”
“You seem to be the expert.” she replied, “Why don’t you tell me.”
“Hmm, let me see… I think you were hoping to find something new, something you haven’t experienced before.” he said, “You just haven’t found it yet.”
“Oh really?” she smiled, increasingly feeling like he was somehow reading her mind, “Like what?”
He fell silent for a moment as if he was contemplating an offer.
“Come with me.” he nodded, “There’s something I want to show you.”
“Where?” she asked, fighting the urge to blindly follow him, no matter how much she wanted to.
“This isn’t the only party happening this evening.” he explained, pulling two electronic key cards from his wallet. He placed them both side by side on the bar between them, arranging each one so she could see them clearly. One was white with a glistening golden trim and the word HEAVEN faintly printed onto the face. The other was a stylish matte black with the word HELL printed in thin blood red lettering. She recognised the former as the card that Charlotte had used to gain entry to the penthouse suite. The latter, however, was completely foreign to her.
“Hell?” she asked, already succumbing to her devilish curiosity. The word alone struck fear into her heart, but at the same time she couldn’t deny that it aroused a strange, dark longing deep inside her.
“Heaven isn’t to your taste…” he said, holding out his hand ready to guide her, “Let me show you the darker side of sex.”
She thought about it for a second, staring down at the intoxicating sight of the black and red key card. He was still almost a complete stranger and yet she found herself struggling to come up with a reason not to follow him. She had no idea precisely where he intended to take her and she knew that there was an element of danger at play. His enigmatic charm was too much for her to resist, though, and the potential danger only stoked the flames of her deviant sexual curiosity higher. She extended her hand to give it to him and slipped herself down from the bar stool to follow behind him as he led her towards the elevators.
“So where is this other party?” she asked, feeling a nervous jitter beginning to take hold of her. The uncertainty of what was about to happen was electrifying and she could feel her limbs trembling with anticipation as the electronic display inside the lift began to count down.
“You’ll see.” he replied, keeping his eyes on the counter as it quickly fell towards zero. The secrecy only turned her on even further and by the time the number reached the single digits, she knew it would only be a matter of seconds away. She dreaded the doors opening and yet at the same time she couldn’t wait to find out what lay beyond them. The counter changed to a B2 to indicate that they had arrived at the second level of the basement, which was deep under the ground. The lift came to a gentle stop and the doors rolled softly open, revealing a strange and otherworldly sight. A long, wide passageway extended out away from the elevator doors, illuminated by an oppressive crimson glow that cast deep shadows into every crevice. The stone walls were decorated with a mass of thick twisting vines and burning torches hanging from cast iron holders. A man and woman stood just a few feet away, pinned to the wall with their lips locked together while their fingers explored each other’s flesh. The girl’s attire was a far cry from her partner’s smart tailored tuxedo. She wore a black leather cat suit that clung to her body like a second skin, highlighting every curve and contour of her petite figure. A chorus of tormented cries lingered on the air like the howl of a werewolf in the distance, making Tabitha’s skin crawl with trepidation. It was exact opposite of the penthouse’s serene ambience and the shimmering ripples of Tabitha’s pearl white dress stood out like a sore thumb. She froze for a moment and clenched his hand in her fingers, unsure whether she wanted to proceed.
“Don’t worry, you can leave any time you want.” he insisted, giving her hand a gentle, persuasive tug. She relaxed a little more and gave him a permissive nod, allowing him to take her deeper into the depraved den beneath the building. He guided her along the passageway until they came to an archway on the left, which led into a much larger room like the one she had been sitting in a little while earlier. This room, however, contained a lot more than horny couples pleasuring each other. Black steel cages hung from the ceiling, each one containing a naked young man or woman. The edges of the room were decorated with giant wooden crucifixes that featured straps for guests to restrain their subjects. Several of them were in use, with an assortment of naked men and women writhing in agony with their arms helplessly cuffed to the wood while their masters thrashed them over and over again. One girl was bent over at the hips with her head stuck in an old oak pillory. Her ass wiggled behind her as another woman flogged every inch of her naked skin. It was a veritable den of debauchery and sadism for those with very special tastes.
In the centre, a sizeable gathering of wealthy business men and women were circled around a large stone altar, on top of which was a naked woman bent over on all fours with her arms and legs restrained in leather shackles. A hooded man stood behind her, swiping the tassel of a black leather signal whip across her bare ass. Every crack of the whip as it lashed across her skin sent a shiver down Tabitha’s spine and made the hairs on the back of her neck persistently stand on end. They moved closer and stood amongst the guests, watching as the girl was mercilessly whipped in front of everyone. Tabitha felt like she should avert her eyes, but to her surprise she found herself incapable of looking away. Seeing the deep red impact scars forming on the girl’s supple peach flesh was the most perversely arousing thing she’d ever felt. As she stood there watching it unfold, she could feel the prominent throb of her clitoris growing stronger and stronger between her thighs. It turned her on in ways she never realised were possible, and the fantasy of having it done to her became increasingly appealing to her.  The hooded man thrashed the girl’s skin until barely an inch of untouched flesh remained and then carried her off, leaving the altar free for the next subject to take her place.
“So…” he asked, “Do you just want to watch, or would you like to play?”
“I don’t even know your name…” she replied.
“There are no names down here.” he explained, stroking his curled forefinger beneath her chin.
“You… you want to do that?” she said, quivering anxiously at the thought of it, “To me?”
“I do.” he said bluntly, “Let me show you something new.”
Tabitha stared at the altar and then glanced around at the eager men and women surrounding her. A waiter approached with two large silver trays balancing on his fingers, each one containing a selection of strange and exciting looking toys. Her mysterious new friend picked a violet leather collar from one of the trays and hung it over his finger, waiting for her to answer. Two black chains hung from it like tentacles with rubber coated clamps dangling at the bottom. She could barely speak for the overwhelming rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins, but she knew she wanted it. The last vestige of doubt had vanished from her mind and all that remained was for her to finally submit to him. She turned her back to him and closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart as he peeled the straps of her dress from her shoulders. They drifted down over her slender young arms, allowing the dress to fall away from her naked body. She had elected not to wear any underwear beneath the dress, so as it crumpled around her ankles, she suddenly found herself completely naked in front of the crowd. A gentle murmur of admiration made its way around the room as they gazed upon her perky tits and tight young buttocks. She could feel the heat of their eyes on her skin, making her cheeks glow ruby red with humiliation, but what surprised her most was how much she liked it. Being stripped in front of a hall filled with strangers made her clitoris throb harder than ever.
She stepped out of her shoes and turned to face him again, finally opening her eyes to a fresh wave of adulation. She felt almost proud that her body pleased them so much and she knew that they couldn’t wait to see her up on the altar like the previous girl. That only made her want it even more. He raised the collar up and fastened it around her neck, trailing the two black chains down to her firm, erect nipples. He took the first clamp and cupped her left breast in his fingers, causing it to distend so he could attach the rubber coated pincer to her tingling pink teat. She clenched her teeth as it gripped her nipple and held her breath with a painful wince until she acclimated to its sharp sting. He monitored her reaction with the caring attention of a teacher and once he was sure she could take it, he continued on to attach the second clamp. Her face screwed up with an agonising squint as it clenched around her teat, but then she finally let out her breath and nodded for him to continue. He took a metal chain leash from the tray and connected the trigger to the D-ring on the front of her collar, allowing him to guide her up onto the altar like an animal about to be sacrificed. She did as he wished and climbed up onto the surface, obediently bending over to assume the same position as the last poor girl. She knew those stood at the end of the altar behind her would be privy to an explicit view of her private parts, but once found herself deriving a surreal, twisted pleasure from the embarrassment.
Her master attached the leash to a bolted metal hoop on the altar and then circled around, attaching each of the black double strapped leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles one by one. She tested the short chains connecting the cuffs to their fixings and realised just how little movement she was allowed. Lastly, he picked out black ball gag with a violet strap to match her collar and held it up to her lips, nodding for her to open her mouth. She took it between her jaws and bit down on it as he tightened the buckle behind her head. The ball was perforated to facilitate her breathing and pressed against her tongue, muffling her voice and limiting her vocabulary to a few choice moaning sounds. With her fully restrained and ready to be punished, he turned to the waiter and selected another toy. He picked up a hefty wooden spanking paddle with five wide circular holes drilled through the face, resembling the dots in a domino piece. It was fashioned from half inch thick finely sanded Birch ply and measured 12 inches in length. The wood was double coated in Danish oil for a pristine finish and felt masterful in his hand as he swung it through the air behind her. Tabitha braced herself, clenching her fingers up into tight fists and holding her breath as she awaited her sadistic fate. The monumental dread of the first strike dovetailed with her fervent sexual curiosity, making her pussy wetter than ever before anything had even happened to her.
She heard a spine-tingling hum emanating from somewhere behind her and bit down hard on the gag just a fraction of a second before the wood struck her ass. The paddle cracked across her cheeks with a magnificent, thunderous clap that echoed so loudly around the room that even those preoccupied with their own fantasies sat up and paid attention. The extreme blunt force of the impact sent her rocking sharply forward on her hands and knees, but it was only a few seconds later that she actually registered the blistering fury that it left in its wake. A huge white rectangle formed across her ass cheeks and slowly blushed to a deep shade of cherry pink as the intense prickling heat spread through her skin. The fiery pain continued to mount for almost half a minute, growing more and more severe by the second despite only taking a single hit. He stayed his hand and watched intently as she squirmed and twitched in agony on the altar. The guests seemed to enjoy her pain and nodded their approval to her master. He readied the paddle again and took another swing, landing a second even harder blow across her ass. This time, however, she felt it immediately and howled through the holes in her gag as she bit down hard around it. Her eyes flared in horror and the veins on her temple bulged as she strained her muscles to stem the searing rush of pain that was flooding through her body. He spanked her one more time, branding her left cheek with a third enormous red imprint that bristled long after he pulled the wooden paddle away. Then, he whispered something to the waiter, who promptly set off to run some important errand for him.
A minute later, he returned with a large white ball headed massager and handed it to Tabitha’s master. He immediately switched it on, filling the air with a soothing hum as the vibrating head spring to life. With it clutched in his left hand, he raised it up and positioned the head between Tabitha’s trembling thighs, nudging them a little wider apart so he could wedge it against her clitoris. A loud, satisfied groan erupted from her mouth, muffled only slightly by the plastic ball between her jaws. The powerful vibrations rumbled through her groin, stimulating every nerve ending in her pussy as if she was being fucked on the altar in front of everyone. He held it there for almost a minute, watching with a cruel grin as she enjoyed its incredible buzz. Then, he lifted it away and watched as she thrust herself back to find it again. All she found was another hard clap of the paddle across her ass, but rather than dampening the electrifying thrill of the vibrations, the pain only amplified it. She yelped in a state of conflicted agony and ecstasy, writhing on the altar as the undulating waves of pleasure and pain consumed her. He spanked her again, and then again, plastering her ass with one vivid red impact scar after another. The paddle’s air holes left a series of inch-wide dots amidst the fiery carnage, but they were soon covered over by the next brutal smack. She screamed out at the top of her voice and begged for mercy, but then seconds later she found herself crying out for more as he lodged the vibrator between her thighs once more.
He continued in the same vein, spanking her repeatedly and then giving her the massager and watching as droplets of her warm nectar seeped from her engorged pussy lips. She’d become so wet that the massager’s vibrating head had become coated in a sticky layer of her juices. He moved around and took the ball gag out of her mouth, allowing it to hang from her chin temporarily while he raised the massager up to her lips. She instinctively extended her tongue and began to lick every drop of moisture from the device, staring into her master’s eyes with her wet, tearful gaze. He replaced the gag and proceeded to spank her yet again, this time smattering the back of her thighs until every inch of her skin smouldered with an unbearable fiery numbness. Her entire body was in a constant state of motion as she wriggled in place, vainly hoping to dissipate at least a little of the pain. She could feel the familiar swell of arousal deep between her thighs and knew it wouldn’t be long before she started to cum. It was the most intense and mesmerising experience of her life and everything about it was turning her on, from the divine vibrations of the massager to the splintering agony of the paddle striking her ass and the humiliation of it all happening in front of countless other anonymous people.
She never realised how much she liked being watched and as she stared down at one of the guests, she noticed the firm bulge protruding beneath his trousers. A brief mental image of him kneeling in front of her and choking her with his rigid cock flashed through her mind, instantly tipping her over the edge into a spiralling frenzy of orgasmic contractions. Her hips thrashed against the massager head, sending heavenly jolts of energy vibrating through her clitoris. A momentous wail rang out from between her gaping jaws and filled the room, overwhelming even the most piercing screams of the other unfortunate souls being tortured around the edges. He continued to spank her even as she flailed and yanked uncontrollably on the shackles binding her to the altar, amplifying every blissful surge of ecstasy pulsing through her veins. Her buttocks clenched repeatedly, squeezing the massager with her thighs as the moisture oozed like a tap from her pussy and dripped to the stone surface between her knees. The world around her ceased to exist for those precious few moments as she shuddered and groaned in a fit of breathless convulsions. Eventually she collapsed in a twitching heap of sweaty flesh and limbs and lay there gasping for air around the sides of the ball gag. The only sound she heard was the approving mutter of the crowd as they admired her tortured body.
She still didn’t know who the mystery man’s identity, but she certainly knew her place. Submitting herself to him had been the most exhilarating thing she’d ever done and although she lay completely spent on the altar, she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that he hadn’t fully used her body.. As he released the shackles and carried her away, she felt a supreme admiration for him that left her speechless in his presence.  She wanted only to serve him and feel him inside her, but that would have to wait for their next encounter, whenever that might be. It would be another month before the next gathering down in the depths of that basement level, and she the wait would be a greater torture than any flogging he could give her.