JUSTICE CLUB: PART 7 - THE WHITE QUEEN
By Yenoc and Super Hero
Thorne Gets A Partner (mc,nc,incest,beast,ff,mf)
Emma Frost was approaching the striptease club known as The Justice
Club. The White Queen was in her old uniform consisting of a white
corset and white fur cape. To those who saw her, she appeared as a
generic man who was rather large and no one would trouble the big man.
Ever since she had taken over the school for Xaiver and started
teaching the Generation X kids. She had slowly been losing money. Emma
needed some place to invest money, and she heard that this place was
starting to be a money maker.
Even though the she had never meet She-Hulk, the White Queen was
surprised at how close the bouncer looked like her. After accepting,
the twenty dollars, the bouncer looked real hard at Emma, almost
sensing that something was wrong. But, with a quick mind adjustment,
she let the former Hellfire member enter.
When she sat down, she saw that the current dancer pretending to be
the weather-witch, Storm. Even though it was not a good likeness, she
was amused at the dancer, degrading herself while mist from an
overhead water system drenched her.
Emma couldn't help but feel contempt for the dancer as she pranced
around the stage letting the horny crowd ogle her scantily clad body.
Emma couldn't believe that any woman would demean and humiliate
herself by stripping. It was difficult enough for a woman to succeed
in a "man's" world, but these hussies set back women's suffrage at
least a century.
The White Queen was above these tramps, or so she believed at the
time. She considered herself to be of a higher social class, so she
could easily look down her nose at the dancers.
Of course, Emma was stupid though. She had no reservations about
making money off the women if she decided to invest in the club.
When "Storm", climaxed with a bright flash from a strobe light, Emma
took a moment to readjust where her hands were. Surprisingly, she
thought, few people paid much attention.
Emma was startled when she saw a tall, well built man sit down at the
table with her. She hadn't even noticed his approach. The man had
short dark hair, chiseled features, and cold gray eyes that bore right
through her.
The White Queen instantly found herself attracted to the man. "Hello,
Ms. Frost. Let me introduce myself. The name is Thorne, I'm the owner
of the Justice Club." he said with authority. He's very confident and
sure of himself, Emma thought.
Ms. Frost? He had addressed her as Ms. Frost! That meant Thorne could
see through her mental projection and he knew she wasn't a man. Plus,
he knew her identity as well.
Thorne knew the White Queen was shocked at the turn of events. She was
astonished by the revelation that her telepathic powers had not
affected him.
He had been in his office on the second floor when he had sensed there
was a telepath in the club. He scanned She Hulk's mind, since she was
working the door, and learned of his guest.
Thorne had detected Emma the second she walked through the door. He
did a quick scan of her mind, without her knowing it, and soon learned
her identity.
So the infamous White Queen had decided to visit his little club. He
immediately went down to greet her. This was too good of an
opportunity to pass up.
"You know me?" Emma asked him. She was still shaken by the fact that
Thorne could see through her disguise. Emma suspected that he must
have telepathic abilities of his own, her mental defenses activated.
Emma knew various ways to shield her mind and thoughts. And she knew
how to prevent others from gaining entry into her mind.
"Of course I know who you are dear lady. It's not every day the White
Queen walks into my club. There's no need to be alarmed by me being
here with you. You're a powerful telepath but my abilities are
stronger and your projection is wasted on me." Thorne said.
"I see." Emma said in a cold tone. She was trying to regain her
composure and having a difficult time doing so. "Are you a mutant?"
she inquired.
Thorne laughed. "No, I'm not a mutant. What I am is....unique." he
trailed off. He could detect the White Queen was unnerved by him. Emma
Frost didn't like not being in control of the situation.
"What brings you here?" Thorne asked. "Oh, I was just passing by your
quaint establishment and I got curious. So I thought I'd have a look
around, if you don't mind." Emma lied.
Thorne nodded in understanding. "Yes. It's easy to be curious about
the Justice Club. It's a special place. By all means, stay as long as
you want."
He had the waitress bring them some drinks and Emma thought it was odd
that the waitress was wearing a white string bikini and had floppy
rabbit ears on her head.
"Let's both watch the next act. These next two ladies are my
favorites, they are my own private entertainers. You should find them
to be most fascinating, Emma." Thorne said. "I'm sure I will." Emma
said with false bravado.
After Storm left, drinks were reordered, and everyone started to sit
down. Over the speakers came an announcement, "Now for your pleasure,
two of the most wonderful women we have here. Wonder Woman and Wonder
Girl."
As the two Amazons entered the room, everyone was staring at them. The
two beautiful sisters were a sight to behold.
Wonder Woman had on her normal red, white, and blue uniform, while
Wonder Girl was wearing a black one piece rubber bathing suit that
looked like it had been painted on her body. She also wore thigh high
black boots and long black gloves.
Wonder Woman did a triple summersault in the air, landing at the edge
of the stage. Wonder Girl then followed, but landed on top of Wonder
Woman's shoulders. Wonder Girl jumped off her shoulders and grabbed
onto a bar in the ceiling. As she let go of the bar, Wonder Woman
jumped up and hung from the bar.
As she let go, to land on Wonder Girl's shoulders, Wonder Girl took a
single step pack, causing Wonder Woman to land on the walkway with a
large thump.
"You did not land on my shoulders." Wonder Girl kicked Wonder Woman.
"But..." Wonder Woman started to sputter. "you moved."
"Did I ask you to give a reason?" Wonder Girl asked. "No," Wonder
Woman looked down cast. "What do you think I should do?" She asked.
"Punish her! PUNISH HER!!!" came the roar from the crowd.
"Punish me." Wonder Woman whimpered. "Very good," Wonder Girl stated.
"Now give me the mask."
Wonder Woman reached down and pulled out a black leather mask for a
nearby bag. With head lowered, she offered the mask to Wonder Girl.
"Thank you slave." Wonder Girl took and mask and put it on her head.
"Now, who owns you?" "You do, my Mistress," Wonder Woman groveled.
"You my are my owner Domina."
"Very good." Domina slipped the mask on. "Now you will obey me."
Wonder Woman fell to her knees and bowed down to her Mistress. Domina
had a special punishment in mind for Wonder Woman.
Domina ordered Diana to eat her cunt and the Amazon Princess complied.
Wonder Woman quickly took off her red bustier and her two massive tits
bounced free and unhindered.
Wonder Woman got on her knees and moved between Domina's legs. She
unsnapped the button on Domina's suit and the flaps that covered her
crotch sprang open, leaving her wet slit naked and exposed for Diana's
mouth.
Wonder Woman crawled forward and buried her face in Domina's snatch.
Domina moaned as she felt Diana's tongue slip into the folds of her
cunt. The heroine stroked Domina's clit and jabbed her tongue in and
out of her Mistress' pussy.
Diana felt her own loins heat up as she ate her sister's cunt. She was
very aroused and her nipples were both erect. Diana was feeling warm
in her nether region.
She was experiencing a warmth all right. A large German shepherd dog
had been brought onto the stage without Diana knowing it. The dog was
steadily nuzzling her crotch through her satin shorts.
Wonder Woman screamed out in shock when she felt something warm
nuzzling between her spread thighs! There was an animal sniffing at
her crotch! Diana wanted to flee but she was not able to, her training
and conditioning from Thorne made it impossible for her to resist or
disobey.
"I hope you like my friend Wonder Woman." Domina laughed. "You and he
are going to become very well aquatinted. This is what happens when
you disobey your Mistress. The dog's name is Satan."
Diana was hopelessly trapped, she was going to be ravished by a dog.
It was her punishment from the Mistress. Satan was sniffing between
the cleft of her upthrust buttocks.
With her teeth gritted, Diana did her best to remain still, but every
touch of the dog's nose sent a fresh shiver of fright racing along her
spine. What kind of madness was this? She couldn't cry out for help,
that was pointless. This was the punishment Domina had selected for
her.
Wonder Woman shivered anew as the dog's moistly quivering tongue
suddenly lashed out, licking the sensitive folds of her vagina. Her
whole body tensed and she wiggled her buttocks, but he wouldn't budge.
She tried again and in response he growled, softly but menacingly.
The dog's tongue licked over her anal crevice, licking up the edges of
her blue shorts, coursing down over the fleshy ridges of her quivering
pussy that pouted out beneath the shorts.
Diana shuddered in horror as the animal licked her crotch from one end
to the other and he showed no signs of stopping. Satan's rough tongue
licked again and again at the moist juiciness of the trapped heroine's
vaginal cleft, and she found herself quaking from his savage contact,
not from fear but from something she suddenly couldn't control. A
strange sort of primitive excitement that emanated from deep within
her near naked cunt.
The dog's bristly tongue raced over her clitoris as it slithered up
under her shorts, he lapped at the tangy tasty wetness of her narrow
slit. Wonder Woman's belly was knotted to the breaking point and she
strained to hold back a tortured, relief-giving scream. I can't stand
anymore! I can't!
Hungrily, the dog's lapping tongue snaked deep between the soft
pliable lips of her moistly seeping cunt, the rough tip brushing over
her pulsing clitoris now and then, each time sending a convulsive
shiver racing along her tightly clenched cuntal furrow.
His hot probing tongue wormed up into the warmly trembling entrance to
the mouth of her cuntal channel, lapping at the warm wetness deep
inside her grasping pussy walls. Her body was shivering out of
control, she didn't know how much more of this she could take before
he licked her to orgasm. Then suddenly she knew... none. "Oh, no! Oh
no! ... ohhhhhh!" Diana groaned as she came.
Diana clenched her teeth to muffle her deep throaty moan. She dropped
to the floor and lay there, heaving convulsively in the dying throes
of her sudden orgasm.
Wonder Woman felt Domina move down her body. She rolled Diana gently
onto her back. Domina proceeded to kiss Wonder Woman's throbbing
breasts then began to suck them. Domina moved the nipples in and out
of her mouth quickly, while she kept up a constant sucking pressure.
The highly erotic sensations reeled through Diana's body. Her hips
began to move in a steady countering rhythm to Domina's stroking
finger. Wonder Woman suddenly arched her body upward and shrieked
madly as she was forced to orgasm.
The crowd roared in unison as they yelled for Domina to continue the
debasement of Wonder Woman. Domina looked down with disgust at the
fallen heroine and with a stern voice, she said to Wonder Woman,
"That's was good, slave. Now I want you to suck the dog's cock!"
The White Queen was stunned by the spectacle on stage. She'd never
witnessed such depravity in her life. Yet for some odd reason she was
also captivated by what she saw on the stage and she was getting
aroused by the unnatural copulation.
Emma's hand came up and started massaging her left breast without her
knowing it. She was hot and she didn't care if Thorne saw her groping
her tit. Thorne smiled faintly as he saw Emma fondling herself.
While the White Queen was distracted by the commotion on the stage,
Thorne had been busy subtlety probing her mind and disarming her
mental defenses. Emma was an accomplished telepath and she was a
master of telepathy.
But Thorne was more powerful and he picked his way through her brain
without Emma even knowing he had invaded her mind. He made a few
alterations and tweaked her libido so that she would become more
excited as she watched the show.
Emma was moaning softly as she continued to caress her breasts. She
squeezed her thighs together to try and squelch the fire that was
building in her loins.
Thorne delved through the layers of her mind until he reached the core
of her being. Basically, he had found his way to her very soul. There
was a white hot flame at the center of her being and he knew that he
could easily extinguish the flame and destroy Emma's personality
forever.
Instead, he projected all his mental commands and instructions into
the flame. Emma shuddered slightly as her very soul was reprogrammed
and Thorne's mind control became a part of her very being.
Wonder Woman slowly reached down and stroked the furry sheath of the
dog's animal cock. Satan wriggled impatiently under her touch.
"Turn your head so we can watch," ordered Domina. "We want to see it
going in and out of that dog sucking mouth of yours! Come on, give him
head!"
Wonder Woman tried to blot out all thoughts of what was happening, to
hold back the choking wad of nausea filling her stomach. Placing the
side of her face against the huge animal's belly, she began to fondle
his long, fur-encased member with her hand. Slowly, ever so slowly,
she stroked it.
The organ appeared, the pointed scarlet, glistening tip of Satan's
long animal cock oozing out of its protective sheath, slowly moving
forward. She took a long, deep breath to fight back the nausea. "Now!
Suck it!" her Mistress hissed.
Holding her breath now, Wonder Woman did it. Pushing all the
degradation from her mind, Wonder Woman opened her lips and allowed
the slender red cock tip to slide into her moist mouth, then farther
and farther, until it touched the back of her throat. As she brought
her tongue into action, the taste surprised her, amazingly it was
almost sweet.
Satan responded immediately, hunching his rear flanks forward as she
began to suck and twirl his lewdly distended organ in her mouth. As
Diana moved her hand to his balls, caressing them lightly with her
fingertips, a long low whine came from the dog's throat.
Wonder Woman hollowed her cheeks slightly as the long tapered shaft
shot into her mouth in one steady pumping rhythm. She closed her
teeth, but not enough to hurt the dog, swirling her tongue around his
member as the excitement of this incredible depravity sunk into her
mind. Somehow it didn't seem nearly so awful as she'd
anticipated--rather, almost enjoyable in a terribly wicked, forbidden
sort of way.
It was beginning to taste even sweeter, and the way it plunged to her
mouth was driving her wild with pure primal lust. Absently, Wonder
Woman slipped her hand down to her crotch and she quickly started to
thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy.
Wonder Woman suddenly began to thirst for Satan's animal cum, thirst
for it to gush down her throat, to choke her as it spurt forth in a
hot sticky torrent!
Maybe she'd finally cracked up like the rest of the world, but she
accepted her fate and sucked and tongued his glistening cock.
She could feel his heavy, sperm laden balls slapping with a loud thump
against the sensitive nub of her erect little clitoris, and she closed
her eyes, savoring every second of this abandoned ecstasy she had
suddenly found.
"Ohhhhh ... ohhhhh ... ohhhh," Wonder Woman moaned around Satan's
swollen organ buried in her mouth as she knelt like a slave before
him, committed to his total satisfaction. Domina was delighted to
watch her lose control like this, it filled her with lewd amusement to
watch her sister sink to such low depths.
Damn, what a slut she was. Wonder Woman was sucking the dog's cock
with delight in an insane effort to bring on her own climax! On and on
she sucked Satan's cock, her fingers warmly caressing his downy furry
balls, while her other hand plunged in and out of her cunt.
Nothing was conscious to Wonder Woman except this need to have the
dog's cum. Diana sucked and tongued the sweet, animal cock fucking
into her mouth. She could feel the moans of passion slipping from her
lungs, she was nearly there!
Satan's massive body began to quiver convulsively and suddenly,
without warning, Wonder Woman's mouth was filled with a thick warm
liquid which gagged her, slithering and oozing down her hungrily
gulping throat.
Like a starving animal, she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed
while the huge beast whined with ecstatic delight and her whole body
shivered with the pleasurable raptures of perverse unrestrained
masochism.
Just as quickly as it had begun, it was all over, and the huge dog's
cock began to deflate, to withdraw from her eagerly clasping lips,
until finally he rolled from beneath her and got to his feet. Satan
was led off the stage and returned to his kennel.
Wonder Woman felt the sudden surge of her fist plunging wildly up into
her seething cuntal passage, and she had to cry out, but the fantastic
fulfilling animal cock fucking into her ovaled lips wouldn't allow it.
Her fist began to screw into her hole faster with renewed energy.
"Oh, yes, yes! Ohhhhhhh ... she moaned wantonly at her panting
employer as her hand fucked savagely into her wildly stretched cuntal
hole. "I ... I'm going to cum! I'm going to CUM! AAARRGGGG! YESSSS!
Now! OH, YES, nooowwwww!" Wonder Woman yelled out above the roars and
screams of the rabid crowd.
The mighty Amazon rammed her fist into her cunt and thrashed insanely
on the stage. Members of the audience had gotten excited as well and
there were a lot of hands stroking hard cocks.
The customers gave the sisters a standing ovation and threw wads of
cash onto the stage. Domina bowed to the men and pointed to Wonder
Woman, the place thundered with their grateful applause for the
heroine. Wonder Woman ignored the clapping and lewd remarks as she
followed behind Domina and crawled off the stage.
Once the sisters were backstage, Domina slapped a collar around Wonder
Woman's neck and attached her leash. "Let that be a lesson to you,
slut. NEVER disobey me or question my orders. You are a toy and
nothing more. Now come to the dressing room with me and draw my
shower, you will bathe me of course."
"Yes Mistress." Wonder Woman said demurely, she could still taste the
dog's cum in her mouth and she licked her lips in anticipation at what
else was to transpire.
Emma Frost was beside herself with lust. She was very aroused and
incredibly horny. Emma had been totally enraptured by the show and she
needed to cum very badly. Thorne looked into her mind and made her
forget where she was. Emma needed to masturbate badly and she saw
nothing wrong with doing on the spot.
It had taken him a while to reconfigure her mind, it had been a slow
and tedious process. At one point he triggered one of her inner
defenses and a blinding flash of energy exploded within his head.
Thorne was jerked backward by the discharge but he was able to recover
quickly and continue his task. He realized that Emma had blasted him
with a psi-bolt of psychic energy. He disabled her telepathic powers
and she became helpless.
Her mental disguise collapsed and the entire crowd saw she a woman and
watched her with keen interest. Thorne sent out a mental field that
encompassed the room and he told the patrons to watch the White Queen
as she satisfied herself. But they had to remain quiet and pretend
they didn't notice her.
The White Queen pushed her chair back from the table and took off her
cape, laying it on an empty chair next to her. She completely ignored
Thorne and everyone in the club. Her loins were on fire and she needed
relief.
Without a thought to modesty, Emma sat back in her chair and proceeded
to pull down the top of her strapless, one-piece white corset. The
cups fell away from her large round breasts and the top of the outfit
bunched around her waist. She now held the attention of every person
in place. The next show was about to begin.
Up between Emma's thighs her loins were pulsating strangely. She
didn't understand that she was the victim of Thorne's mind control.
The White Queen didn't realize that she'd been enslaved by a person
with greater powers than hers. Emma was in a hypnotic trance and she
could not escape Thorne's influence.
Her left hand slid down along her curvaceous body, down the flat plane
of her stomach to rest on her soft pubic mound enshrouded behind the
material of her corset, to rest there and begin to rub back and forth
through the garment. Emma could feel her moistness flowing down her
trembling thighs. The fluid flowed freely from her wet vagina.
She was damp from her excitement. Her right hand fluttered up and
cupped a ripe tingling breast and she squeezed the hardened nipple,
feeling it leap into even greater erection at her demented caress.
The White Queen's groaning was almost incoherent now, and her sweaty
body thrashed about on the chair in wild abandon. Emma's hands
caressed the mounds of her breasts, touching the suppleness of her tit
flesh.
She slipped her fingers up under the edges of her white shorts until
they slithered up under the elastic band of her panties and into the
soft, heat of her pussy mound.
Holding her shorts aside , she eased her right hand to her soft pubic
mound and rubbed it wantonly. Emma knew in a deep recess of her mind
that what she was doing wrong, but she was unable to summon the will
to stop herself.
Her middle finger slid across the trembling, damp furrow until it came
into maddening contact with the erect bud of her clitoris. The White
Queen circled her fingertip across the turgid pleasure center,
bringing her pussy a new, surging, consuming pleasure.
Emma's mind reeled in ecstasy as she was worked her finger in and out
of her pussy, her thumb flicked across her quivering clitoris.
The White Queen pressed her body into an arch shape and heaved upward,
she spread her legs wider to give more access to her pussy mound.
Emma's full pliant breasts bounced sensuously. Her entire body
twitched ripples of erotic sensations that were sweeping over her.
Emma's hand jammed through throbbing lips of her pussy and up into her
ecstatically quaking belly.
Emma felt her orgasm nearing, building within her like a surging storm
and for a moment she clung to the table, savoring the lewd pleasure
tingling obscenely in her wetly clasping sheath.
Then the White Queen's body began to spasm violently as her pussy
began to drip the hot juices of release around her pumping fingers.
Suddenly, a muffled scream tore from her lungs echoed through the
club, followed with a low animalistic groan that signaled the fury of
savage orgasm in the woman.
Emma cried out as she climaxed and surrendered to her dark desires.
She flounced and twitched in the chair as she came over and over. The
crowd leered at her in stunned silence. Several men groaned and that
started a chain reaction of hard cocks spurting cum all over the place.
For several minutes, Emma continued to cum. Her legs were weak and
taut ass swayed gently from side to side in her seat. The White Queen
could not bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her cunt until
the dying throb of her climaxes were stilled within her body.
Emma was turned toward Thorne with a blank stare on her face. Her
hands were cupped over her swollen tits in a gesture of complete
satiation. Slowly her fingers slipped noisily from her spent vagina.
Thorne looked at the dazed woman and stood up. Emma stared at him
through glassy eyes and a blank expression. She seemed to be losing
her intellect. He unzipped his pants and withdrew his massive cock,
bringing it out for her to see. Emma's mouth dropped open when she saw
his penis.
She had never seen such a huge member. The White Queen wanted to fight
his control over her, but her will power had been sapped away. She was
actually starting to drool at the sight of his manhood as it bobbed in
front of her.
Thorne reached down and pressed his fingers against her tits. He
pushed them up against one another in such a way so that her nipples
touched each another. The man rubbed her tits together. Emma groaned
and rolled her ass on the chair. Her nipples were painfully hard.
Thorne dropped his head, holding her tits apart. In a moment, the
White Queen felt his lips sucking one stiff taut nub, his teeth nipped
hard against the sensitive flesh while he sucked hard. Emma's eyes
rolled back. "Uhhhhhh." she moaned. Her arousal was mounting more and
more as he sucked at her nipples.
He then squeezed her nipples, rolling the rubbery nubs between thumbs
and forefingers until she squealed with delighted pain. A shock of
something like heat flashed from her violated tits to her pussy,
making her clit throb.
Easing forward, Thorne slid his naked loins over the dulled woman's
trembling belly until his balls dangled between her bulging, quivering
breasts. As he knelt, her nipples jutted straight up at him, the soft
curve of her ripely molded breasts resting against his thighs where he
straddled her, pinning her between his thick legs.
Thorne pushed the mounds of her tits tightly together with his thighs
and he squeezed his throbbing cock between her warm resilient breasts.
A barely audible sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as her soft globes
caressed his thick shaft. The bulbous tip poked against her chest,
hidden between the tremendous 32D breasts.
Suddenly, his rigid spear sprang from its hiding place between her
large breasts. Emma looked down at the hard cock that jutted up
between her tits. Her hips gyrated in circles as she held her tits
around his cock.
Emma started to move her chest up and down, his rod slid back and
forth between her breasts. Thorne was thoroughly enjoying being tit
fucked by the White Queen. He let Emma do all the work so that she
would become further subjugated to his will.
The White Queen was performing quite a show for her growing legion of
adoring fans. She liked having his cock fuck her boobs, it was driving
her mad with desire.
Each time the cock appeared from the folds of her breasts, Emma would
reach down and lick the organ tenderly with her tongue, she would also
draw the head into her mouth and suck the tip lovingly. Her chest was
a blur as she frantically pumped his cock with her tits.
Thorne groaned and his cock suddenly erupted, shooting sperm all over
her breasts. Emma opened her mouth and greedily caught his creamy
seed. She eagerly gulped the cum down her throat and into her belly.
She loved the taste of his sperm.
When he was done, Thorne stepped away from Emma and redressed. The
White Queen was busy massaging his cum into her tit flesh. Thorne held
out his hand and Emma graciously stood up and took it in hers. He made
his way to the stage and she obediently followed.
Emma Frost was about to become one of the club performers she had
looked down her nose at earlier that evening. Thorne led her to the
center of the stage and ordered her to take off her clothing. Emma
instantly obeyed and stripped of her white corset and boots. She soon
stood upon the stage naked before the audience.
An announcement came over the speakers. "Gentlemen! The Justice Club
is proud to bring a special performance to you tonight. Put your hands
together and welcome the White Queen!" The crowd exploded with
applause and shouts of joy. Emma bowed to the excited crowd and gulped
nervously as she awaited her fate.
Thorne had a wooden bench brought out to the stage. He told Emma to
lie down on the bench on her stomach and she was forced to comply.
Emma straddled the bench sideways and her legs were on each side of
it. She sat with her back straight and her tits sticking out proudly.
Emma stretched out on the bench longways and her breasts pressed into
the smooth wood surface. She held her head up to see what was
happening.
Her crotch hung over the end of the bench and her buttocks was raised
into the air. Emma suddenly felt shackles being put on her wrists and
ankles, she was being restrained! "NO! Please don't tie me up!" she
whined in a little girl voice.
Emma tried to activate her telepathic powers to escape her
imprisonment but when she concentrated nothing happened. Her powers
were gone! How? She knew Thorne had to be responsible for the loss of
her powers. Emma's tough, cold and calculating exterior crumbled and
she wept like a baby. She had never been in such dire peril before.
She was used to being in charge and having the control over any given
situation. But all that was now changed. She was helpless and in grave
danger. She was under Thorne's control and she couldn't resist him.
One of the club dancers finished putting the leather shackles on the
White Queen. The restraints had chains attached to them and these were
latched to metal hooks that were connected to the legs of the bench.
Emma was pulled downward by her bonds and her hands and feet were
shackled to the sturdy bench legs. Her arms and legs were bent and she
had limited movement. The bench was heavy and well constructed so it
didn't budge when Emma pulled at her bonds.
Thorne got hard as he watched the White Queen's ass squirm about
erotically on the bench. "Get ready Emma, the next phase of your
punishment is about to begin." His words only caused her to struggle
furiously against her bonds.
Thorne went backstage and came out with a small black box ,that had
several dials on one side. Wires trailed in tangled fashion behind it.
He set it down carefully near a wall plug, then returned to the
cabinet. In a moment, he was at her side with a collection of what
appeared to be clamps and screws.
"Now, we start." he said. He took a metal ring and unscrewed it. He
moved down and brushed the cold metal against her swollen right
cuntlip.
Emma jerked, her flesh quivering at the shocking cold of the iron. She
rubbed her pelvis as much as she could against the bench, feeling
Thorne slip the opened end of the ring around her cuntlip, then
screwing it down.
The cold metal soon warmed against her hot cuntlips. Thorne was ran
his fingers along the flesh between her inner and outer pussylips,
letting his fingernails tease her.
The White Queen groaned, jerking her head from left to right while
opening and closing her hands. She hadn't ever felt this hot, aroused,
and helpless in her life.
Thorne unscrewed another ring, attaching it just below her clit to the
left cuntlip. Both screws pulled her cuntlips widely apart. The
tugging sensation sent more thrills of delight rushing through her
pussy.
Emma let out another moan when Thorne pulled two clamps from the
cabinet and opened one. He was looked at her right nipple and moved
the clamp to her tit. Emma knew what was going to happen. In a second,
she felt the tiny sharp teeth of that clamp bite into her hard nipple
flesh. She ground her teeth together, moaning through them as the
second clamp was attached.
Thorne finished with his clamping. The rings were attached to her
cuntlips and nipples. Emma looked at the iron rings hanging down on
either side of her tits, distending her nipples, nearly pulling her
large tits flat from their weight. She could feel the heavy tugging of
the rings between her legs.
Now her tormentor was holding a long narrow band of metal to which a
black wire was attached. Bending down, he cocked his head to one side
and squeezed one eye shut. Her asshole! He was aiming that thing for
her asshole!
"No, no, no!" Emma cried. The White Queen She felt the cold metallic
dildo slithering up into her shitter, snaking along her bowels until
she thought it would pierce her belly!
The unbelievable horror was becoming more and more real. Thorne was
wiring her up to this horrible contraption and was about to charge her
up with electricity!
"Okay, now we're gonna see you really move, Emma. You ever been
shocked? Ever get electrocuted?" Thorne asked, a growing grin on his
handsome face. "No ... oh God, no, no, don't do it, don't do it!" Emma
sobbed. She was hysterical.
"Why not? You're willing. You're really hot for it," he said calmly,
kneeling down in front of the transformer and plugging it in. The
switch was thrown.
Immediately, Emma heard a low humming sound coming from the box. She
shivered, her eyes widening while dots of perspiration appeared on her
wrinkled forehead. A tingling sensation made her flesh pucker up.
No electricity had yet surged through her body. It was her own sense
of disaster, her own sense of terror sending electrical impulses
rushing up and down her body. He looked up at Emma and their eyes met.
He switched the dial to the first notch up.
She felt it! Emma could feel the itching pulse tickling into her body.
It was odd. There was no pain, at least for now. It was as if someone
were tickling her pussy with a feather while sucking on her nipples.
Up her ass the wire was humming, making her feel the forbidden
pleasure of having just taken a shit.
The White Queen found herself wriggling her ass against the hard
wooden bench. Even the leather bonds around her wrists and ankles that
had at one time seemed so horrid now appeared not so bad. She let out
another low sigh.
"See? I thought you would enjoy this. Most girls start crying right
about now. I felt something different about you, let's see what you
think about this." he said.
Thorne switched the dial up another notch. More tickle this time, with
an added hot itchy sensation going along. Emma groaned, feeling her
nipples swelling up even more and pressing out against the nibbling
clamp teeth.
Her clit was sending a shower of sparks into her fluttering cunthole.
The heat was getting more intense down there, making her thigh muscles
ridge continually against her flesh.
There was pain here, pain that somehow was sharp edged with pleasure.
Emma dug her nails into her palms harder, wanting a cock, needing to
be fucked, and also needing the electricity. Flashes of delightful
fire were exploding in her pussy, searing her clit, burning her thighs.
The metal dildo in her asshole seemed to grow! It was ballooning out
against her bowels, it seemed, making her think Thorne had slipped his
cock up her ass without her knowing it!
She jerked her head from side to side, her arms pressing out against
the bonds while her legs jerked against the restraining chains. They
rattled against one another.
Thorne turned the switch up another notch. This time Emma let out a
howl of pain. Sharp teeth were tearing at her nipples, ripping at her
clit. Inside her ass, she thought, a wild animal was gouging about,
pulling her interior organs apart as surges of current tore into her
body.
"Nooooo! Stop ... Uhhhhh ... oh God, stop it, you're killing
meeeeeee!" she yelled in torment. The machine went up another notch.
Emma could feel her bones rattling while terrible teeth ripped and
tore at her clit and tits. An odd buzzing resounded in her ears,
making it unable for her to hear anything around her.
She could feel the bench sliding around slightly under her, the
results of her violent movements. There didn't seem to be one muscle
she could control. The electricity had taken her over. Her cunt itched
terribly. Was he turning the machine higher? Thorne said something
before about wanting to see how much she could take.
Emma nearly swallowed her tongue as the electricity shot through her
body, her temples throbbed. The buzzing sound turned into a loud
ringing. Her nipples were blood swollen, so sensitive to the current
surging into them. She felt as if her clit were filled to bursting.
She tried closing her legs to squeeze off her climax. But the chains
held her legs open.
Thorne cranked the switch another point higher. That was all she
needed. Emma felt her climax erupt. She stared at the crowd, unable to
see anything except bright yellow flashes exploding in front of her
eyes. Cunt juice speckled and dried on her rippling thighs.
The White Queen shuddered mightily, jerking on her chains, straining
against the leather straps holding her fast to the bench. Her face was
a blur as she snapped her head from left to right in a spasm of fury.
Thorne pulled off his clothes and stroked his erect cock. Emma caught
sight of the penis and wanted it badly! "OH, Fuuuuucccccckkkk!" Emma
cried.
The filthy word erupted from somewhere deep inside her. Thorne shut
the machine down. Emma felt as if she had fallen from a high cliff.
Suddenly the dreadful current was gone, removed from her body.
Thorne kept stroking his cock, greasing his prick down with the
pre-cum that was bubbling up to his piss slit. Emma smacked her lips,
feeling like a rutting animal. The electricity had done something to
her, that and the way he had treated her before the torture.
Straddling her, Thorne bent his knees, bracing them against the end of
the bench. Emma growled, shifting her thighs from side to side. She
slowly undulated her hips around in circles and humped up and down on
the bench.
His cock pressed against her clit. Emma let out another cry, throwing
her head back. Her blonde hair swept over her face. Thorne braced
himself a little more firmly, going down a little.
He was rubbed his prick against her clit, teasing her, sticking it
into her cunt hole, then pulling it out. The White Queen nearly went
insane. She shivered, wishing for a moment he would put the
electricity back on.
Thorne slid his cockhead over the crack of her pussy. The woman
squirmed as much as she could, trying to slide onto his thick pole of
meat. But her body just wouldn't move. She was shaming herself
dreadfully like this.
With a forward shove of his hips, Thorne centered his prick over her
cunt hole. Leaning forward, the big man began rammed his prick into
her hot, sucking pussy hole.
Thorne closed his eyes, drinking in the feeling of her tight, wet
pussy around his prick. The White Queen cried out again. Emma felt the
steamy tension increase in her crotch. She being fucked like never
before.
Thorne grunted in response to her cries of joy. There was nothing she
could do against the madness. Her body writhed and tugged madly
against the firm restraints while he kept slipping inch after inch of
prick into her cunt.
Thorne moved his hands down to her nipples, pinching and twisting them
until Emma thought he would tear them off. The woman found herself
going mad under him.
"Oh God, fuck, fuck me, fuck me! Do it hard! Do it to me hard!" Emma
cried out. She was going out of her mind. She could hear herself
sobbing. The roar of her blood in her ears was nearly deafening. She
jerked her thighs up a little, the restraints keeping her from moving
more.
Every slam of his cock into her pussy sent her higher and higher. Emma
knew she was going to climax. She couldn't keep herself from that
brink. She was going out of control now, her cunt cinching down on his
staff.
Thorne was all the way in her now, gluing his crotch to her pussy. He
kept slapping her ass, hitting her again and again until her ass was
red from the blows.
"Man, gonna pop, baby. Yeah, gonna blow my load right in your cunt!"
Thorne hissed through clenched teeth. "Wait! Oh God, wait, not yet,
not yet!" Emma cried, her voice little more than a whisper.
Emma thrashed against her restraints, her head whipping from left to
right. The insides of her thighs chilled and burned as she felt his
prick fucking her pussy faster and faster. He was about to cum. She
could tell that from the way he was fucking her. The strokes were long
and fast while his breathing got heavier.
"Do it, bitch! Come on, cunt, cum with me!" he yelled. Emma couldn't
stop herself. She was feeling that cuntal heat simmering now,
threatening to boil over. A deep, sobbing breath escaped her as the
cock fucked in even harder than before. Her entire body seemed to
bulge with excitement. She couldn't hold back, she was on a course now
from which she couldn't turn back.
Thorne drew his prick back all the way, leaving only his cockhead in
her pussy. She felt her cunt vibrating, quivering with lust, wanting
to be filled again. Emma was at that point of near madness. Her mouth
opened as she gulped in air. She was going to cum. All she needed was
that last stroke, that last fuck thrust that would pitch her over the
edge.
Thorne shoved down all the way, grinding his groin against her clit
while sending streams of white hot jizz into her pussy. Emma exploded,
her mind blasting into thousands of brightly colored pieces. She wept
and struggled, her body straining against the groaning leather
restraints.
She bucked up and down madly and let out one final scream as she
crested and had another intense orgasm. Thorne pulled his cock out of
her cunt and he looked down to see that the White Queen was
unconscious.
Thorne had Emma brought to his office afterwards. She had her clothes
back on and was sitting in a chair across from him at his desk. He had
gone back into her mind and made his final adjustments to her.
He had her forget about her performance at the club and how she had
been sexually assaulted. The memories were buried deep in her
subconscious and the White Queen would only recall the encounter at
night in her dreams.
She had her powers back and it was though nothing had happened. Emma
would now be inclined to ally herself with Thorne and assist him in
appropriating new talent for the club. He had altered her loose senses
of morality and ethics.
Thorne decided to allow Emma to invest in the club and become a minor
"partner", although she would do anything he commanded her to. He had
also awakened some of her dark side so she could serve him better.
Also, with a little bit of paperwork, she would be the controlling "senior
partner" for Thorne if he ever needed a patsy to be the scapegoat in the
event of any future trouble at the club.
She would now be aroused by the acts at the club and even want to
perform there herself. Emma would love being degraded and used
sexually. She also found herself attracted to females and wanted to
help her students experience the fabulous sexual liberation she had
discovered thanks to Thorne.
Emma awoke and was groggy. She couldn't remember where she was.
Then she heard Thorne's voice, "So Ms. Frost, just let me say I'm looking
forward to our new partnership and I think this is the start of a long
and prosperous relationship between us. I will also be happy to work
as an advisor at your school and help guide your students to achieve
their full potential."
Emma suddenly remembered what was going on, she was at the Justice
Club and had been meeting with Thorne to discuss her becoming a
partner in the club. She must have dozed off during the meeting. She
was pleased that he had consented to let her invest in his fine
establishment.
Emma had great plans for the place and wanted to bring her students
here. "Well, I'm glad we could reach an agreement Thorne. I like this
place and I want to help make it better. I would also like to bring a
few of my students here for a field trip later, if you don't mind. I
think you will enjoy Husk and Jubilee, and I would definitely like to
see M taken down a couple of pegs."
"By all means, Emma please bring them by some time. I'll gladly give
the girls a tour of the place and show them around. After all, I do
like to help shape young impressionable minds." Thorne said with a
smile on his face.
The end.