Club Fatale, Pt. 9 - Sex Stories

Club Fatale, Pt. 9

... Twenty – Full Circle The Testing Chamber was filled with Clubmen and Femmes. The Commodore and Emmanuelle where there, seated near the stage, and many others: Jacob Nelson, Cooper Ellington, Mr. Lloyd and so on. But not my friend, Adrian Kensington. I glared at the Commodore as he approached. “Welcome, my boy,” the Commodore greeted me. “And how was Charlie? Did she treat you well last night?” He seemed none too pleased to see me. I couldn’t imagine why. “She was... wonderful... Commodore,” I said. “What we shared together was truly a first for us both.” “Well... good... good, then,” he said. I held his eyes for a moment. “Strange that Angelique isn’t present,” he continued, seeming a bit flustered. “She isn’t to be found anywhere.” “I’m sure she’ll show up, sir.” “Indeed...” he mused. “Are we ready to get this show on the road, then?” I took a deep breath. Nodded. He gestured and I mounted the stage. Gallows and guillotine were uncovered, as well as the table of torture implements. The Commodore called for silence. “Friends and Clubmen, we are gathered here today to test our would-be brother, Evan Anderson, in the methods and temperament of the Club Fatale, in preparation for his entrance and full membership into our most illustrious brotherhood. To gain this honor he must be bound to us in blood, he must show no mercy, no hesitance. He must entertain us all even as he gratifies himself. He must honor us with the final moments of a chosen woman. If he does not, then he can ...

... never be one of us...” There was the sharp hint of danger in his voice. At his gesture, a woman was brought out. The same woman that arrived with the Commodore yesterday, I assumed, though I couldn’t be sure, as her features were concealed by the latex hood and bodysuit. I watched as she was shackled to the restraining pole. “Evan,” the Commodore said, “you must satisfy us all. You must give this woman to us. You must not stay your hand. To comply is to gain the acceptance of the brotherhood. To fail is to gain only our enmity.” And he sat, leaving the stage to me. I turned to the woman. Slowly, I started towards her. I walked past her, touching her once on the ass. She jumped and fidgeted. Soft as silk , I thought. This woman was untrained by the club. Fresh meet. I surveyed the implements on the table. All were equally appropriate for the moment. Finally, I selected the knife and the whip. I returned to the woman. Slowly, my hand caressed her neck and she tensed. Her blue eyes were wide with anticipation. Her body quivered at my touch. She was for me. All for me. That was her sole purpose in life. That was why she had been created. My finger slid between the latex and her skin and I pressed the knife in, sliced... The body suit parted down the middle -- revealing creamy, untouched flesh beneath. I peeled it from her slender form. Her flesh was warm and resilient. She was youthful, whoever she was -- probably not much more than a girl. Excellent. The thrill of the kill was ...