Looking Back
(A “Cum Diaries” Story)

The "Cum Diaries" are occasional fictionalized accounts of stories told to me by my readers, in this case of my short story “Dave's New Job”. That began an ongoing conversation with L&M in Oregon about their experiences.

Part 16

1978

“Jan wasn't kidding, they have quite the set-up over there,” Mike enthused as he and Lisa sat in a small nearby café recommended by Anja eating some dinner, “and Pietr told me they are swamped with work, especially the requests for custom made films.”

“Well, that's certainly good to hear,” Lisa replied sipping a glass of wine “and I'm really looking forward to getting started.”

“I thought you officially got started when you busted some sixteen year old kid's cherry yesterday,” Mike grinned, his eyes flashing devilishly as he looked at her.

“No, that was just a fluke, being in the right place at the right time,” Lisa answered, playfully poking him in the arm, “you heard all the official stuff I need to do before I can actually get to work in the brothel.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes finishing their dinners. After the waiter brought them some coffee, Mike turned to Lisa with a serious look on his face.

“So you are ready to do the auction thing then?”

“Oh yeah...in fact I love the idea, it is really exciting and mysterious.”

“I was thinking about your safety or the winner being some ugly fat old man who wants to abuse and hurt you.”

“Jan assured my safety and I'm not worried about any fat ugly old man fucking me. More than one has in the past with me bent over the conference room in my father's office to seal a deal with my skirt bunched up around my waist, a stranger's cock filling my cunt with cum and my father urging the guy on while watching and jerking himself off.”

“You know, I think there's a lot more going on here than we know so far,” Mike said to her quietly, looking around as he sipped his coffee, “quite a bit more.”

“What do you mean?” Lisa asked in reply.

“Well, yesterday Mati told....”

“Mati? Wait a minute...who's Mati.”

“Oh, yeah...I haven't had a chance to tell you about that part yet,” he grinned mischievously, reaching over to tenderly squeeze her hand. “Mati was the little mousy whore last night. It turns out she and Monique, the rather...er...large woman, are a couple. They only fuck guys for money...or in my case...for a chance to be in a movie or magazines. Of the four of them last night, she was the only one who spoke even a little English.”

“OK, so in between taking turns fucking your brains out, what did Mati and her friends have to say?” Lisa laughed.

“Apparently the brothels, porn magazines and movies that we know about are but a small part of Jan's operation,” Mike continued speaking softly so Lisa had to lean closer to hear. “The real money is in some of the kinkier things they make available to, or procure for, the so-called members, including things like auctioning you off.”

“Yeah, I kind of got that same vibe from Anja and Aimee,” Lisa replied thoughtfully, “from some of the things they said and the way they acted. I think we'll get a much better idea of what some of that might be after these shows tonight.”

“I hope so,” Mike said uncertainly, “I just don't want us getting into something we regret later.”

“But isn't that why we came here in the first place?” Lisa countered with an impish smile, her stiff nipples betraying her excitement. “Just imagine how wild and kinky and taboo something must be to actually be illegal in Amsterdam!”

At Anja's request, Lisa and Mike went to the theater about an hour before the first show was scheduled to start. They were going to view what went on from backstage, for Lisa to see if she would be interested in participating in such events in the future and Mike to determine if the lighting and such would make filming a show feasible.

Through a small gap in the theater's curtain, Lisa watched as the room slowly filled up. She was surprised to see three women walk in with men, as well as one female couple, along with the expected group of single guys. Their ages ranged from the late twenties to late sixties and possibly older. At the appointed hour for the show to begin, Lisa saw Aimee close the entry doors, the lights dimmed and Anja walked out to the end of the stage in a dress so sheer and clinging it left absolutely nothing about her naked body beneath to the imagination.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen...friends.” Anja began in her most sultry voice, looking around the room and nodding at some of the guests. “as usual, there will be table service during the performance. Tonight, we have those Swedish twins that have made such a wonderful impression in the past, Sassa and Sander. Of course, please remember as always to be both gentle and generous with them as they serve you.”

With that, Aimee walked out holding the hands of a boy and girl that looked to be no older than ten or eleven. Both were totally naked save for a loose fitting belt around their waists.

They both stood less than five feet tall and were very thin with practically no asses. Sassa, the girl, had shoulder length blond hair, flat pinkish nipples and a pronounced bare pussy mound with a dark inviting gash leading down between her legs. Her brother, Sander, had a slim cock the length of Mike's thumb standing straight out from his crotch above taut, drawn up balls. Like his sister, the only hair on his body was the blonde thatch atop his head.

A low murmur of approval rippled through the audience. Anja hugged the twins to her sides for a moment before kissing each of them in turn on the top of the head. With a gentle slap on each of their asses, she sent them into the audience.

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, your evening entertainment...three of the most beautiful...adventurous...and sexiest women I know will entertain you. As usual, the ladies will be available to one and all for the regular fees after the show.”

To a smattering of applause, Anja bowed and walked off the stage. As soon as she left, three naked women walked out hand in hand. On the right was a tall African woman with a shaved head and huge tits that swayed gently with each step, while on the left the average height woman was brunette with soft rolls of flesh beneath her large dangling tits. Between them, at first glance the third looked like a young girl, her tits small and firm, her pussy hairless.

They paraded around the small stage, smiling and waving. In a few cases, they apparently recognized someone in the audience and acknowledged them by blowing a kiss in their direction. After a few moments, they came together on the stage, kissing and groping one another.

Mike stood behind Lisa, cupping her tits in his hand while they watched the three women. It quickly became apparent, they were doing nothing particularly original or even all that interesting. They kissed and groped, licked and fingered, writhed and moaned...all in a very ordinary, if exaggerated, way for the audience.

With her interest in the three women waning, Lisa looked around for the twins out in the audience. Sassa stood in front of the two women who came in together, an empty tray in one hand. It was obvious she had just given the women the wine they were each holding. Both women had their free hands on the young girl's body, one thumbing the girl's flat pink nipples, the other, massaging the very upper part of Sassa's inner thigh just below her hairless crotch.

Sassa was giggling and laughing along with the two women. Several large denomination gilders were stuck in the belt above the little girl's ass crack and her bare mound.

“She really is such a delicious child,” Anja murmured, coming up next to Lisa and Mike, casually placing one hand on Mike's ass and the other on Lisa's hip.

“Isn't there a problem with ones so young taking money from your customers...not to mention running around in the crowd totally naked?” Lisa asked, smiling at Anja as she placed her hand on the older woman's ass, the soft, gauzy material of the dress feeling silky in her fingers.

The dress was so sheer Anja may as well been naked, with every bump surrounding her erect nipples on her dark aureole and every hair in her thick thatch above her pussy clearly, and invitingly, visible. When Lisa tightened her grip ever so slightly on Anja's ass, the older woman smiled and moved her own hand over Lisa's mons, smiling impishly when she felt the heat radiating from between Lisa's thighs.

“It is not illegal to be naked at a private members only event and facility...nudists do it all the time at their camps and clubs...including even their youngest children,” Anja chuckled, stepping closer so her body pressed lightly against both Lisa and Mike. “The wine is complimentary, so the twins are not selling alcohol...the members are simply tipping a server for a job well done.”

“That looks like more than tipping to me,” Mike chimed in with a grin, nodding his head towards Sassa and the two women openly pawing the young girl's naked body.

Anja turned her head to look in the direction Mike indicated. One woman was clearly probing eleven year old Sassa's pussy, pumping a finger in and out slowly as the young girl squirmed and moaned lowly. The other woman was kissing and licking Sassa's undeveloped nipples. Both women had a hand down between their own legs, their skirts bunched up around their waists, furiously finger themselves.

“Looks to me like they are making sure Sassa's tips don't slip out of the belt,” Anja deadpanned, her eyes twinkling in amusement.

Lisa and Mike looked at each other before laughing out loud.

“Really?...That's really what you see?” Lisa gasped as Anja pushed her hand further under Lisa's crotch and across her now throbbing pussy.

“It doesn't really matter what I see...but what he does,” Anja grinned, nodding her head in the other direction toward a heavy set older man with closely cropped gray hair in a far corner.

The older man's pants were down around his ankles. He pulled Sander close between his thick spread thighs, tenderly fondling the little boy's cock and balls with one hand while holding Sander's hand on his own short thick cock with the other. He was leaning forward, licking the boy's ear while stroking himself.

“Who's he?” Lisa asked, moaning lowly and spreading her legs enough for Anja to slide a finger between her now pulsing pussy lips.

“Assistant Police Chief...the one in charge of the vice division,” Anja murmured huskily, groping for Mike's cock with her free hand as she pushed Lisa's panties to the side and rubbed her now throbbing clit. “If he doesn't see a...um...violation, then there is none.”

Lisa felt an orgasm slowly building deep in her cunt. On the stage, the three women were moaning loudly. Two were in a 69 position with the older one on the bottom and the young one on top. The African woman was fucking the younger one frantically with a strap-on from behind.

Looking around, Lisa was not surprised to see that every man in the place had his trousers down around his knees or ankles. One of the other women was jerking off the guy she came in with, one was doing that and a second guy at the same time and the third was bent over getting fucked from behind while two guys stroked themselves in her face. The other guys in the room were busily jerking themselves off.

With grunts and moans over a few minutes, the various men unloaded their cum, some on their hands, some in front of them on the floor and at least two on one woman's face. The activity on the stage wound down as well, the finale being the young woman screaming loudly as she squirted on the face of the woman beneath her.

Lisa grabbed Anja by the back of her head, pulling her close for a tongue lashing kiss even as her pussy clamped around Anja's probing fingers. On the stage, the three woman gathered themselves up and disappeared toward the back of the stage. The room slowly emptied with almost no conversation among the departing audience members.

When the lights brightened, Anja straightened, slowly pulled her sticky fingers from Lisa's pussy, looked at her watch and grinned at the two of them. Aimee and Jasper came out from a side door and began straightening and cleaning the chairs and picking up the sticky cum coated tissues littering the floor.

“The next show begins in about ninety minutes,” Anja stated as Sassa and Sander came walking up, each with a fistful of high denomination gilders. “Go get yourself a drink while I help the twins count their...er...tips.”

When Mike and Lisa returned to the theater for the second show, they saw Anja talking to a tall, stern looking man dressed completely in black...long sleeve turtle neck shirt, sharply creased pants and heavy boots. She introduced him as Master Henrik, the man who would conduct the second show as a demonstration of BDSM techniques.

“I've never seen that sort of thing in person, only in porn videos,” Lisa told him after they chatted amicably for a few moments, surprised with the alluring charisma the man exuded.

“Trash,” the man said softly in thickly accented English, his face wrinkling in disdain, “every one I've ever seen is a disgraceful misrepresentation of what a true power exchange entails. One of the reasons I hope we can make a truly representative film at some point.”

“I'm not sure yet but I'm thinking it will have to be staged differently. The lighting at the last show anyway was just too dim,” Mike explained.

“Perhaps my personal dungeon then,” Henrik suggested, smiling wryly, “the options there are more extensive...in every way.”

Before anyone could answer, Aimee walked up to them to announce the lobby was beginning to fill. Henrik excused himself to make some last minute preparations while Mike and Lisa took up their positions back stage.

The audience filed in quickly once Aimee opened the doors. Lisa was surprised to see even more women making up almost half of the group. Two of them, and three of the men, wore what looked like dog collars.

Anja walked out as the lights dimmed, giving essentially the same speech she had done earlier, including again introducing Sassa and Sander to a similar murmur of approval. When she was done, she walked to the back of the stage and, for a moment, nothing happened.

Just as the audience began to mutter their impatience, Henrik walked out on the stage, carrying a leather satchel in one hand. A young woman who looked to be about Lisa's age followed behind him, crawling on her hands and knees with a collar around her neck attached to a leash in Henrik's other hand.

The girl was on the heavy side, her ponderous tits swaying beneath her as she crawled across the stage. She had thick thighs, a big ass and a soft roll of flesh on her stomach.

Henrik dropped the satchel with a heavy thunk next to a small table before yanking hard on the leash until the girl's face was practically touching his boots. He turned and gave a hand signal that resulted in two chains lowering from the ceiling attached to a metal bar that stopped when it got to Henrik's shoulder height.

He pulled the woman to her feet roughly then attached her wrists to the metal bar before attaching a similar one to her ankles. He then again signaled for the chain to be raised until the woman was barely able to stand on the tips of her toes.

Aimee came up behind Mike and Lisa, putting her hand around both their waists and whispered in their ears.

“I'll translate for you since Henrik mostly speaks German,” the thirteen year old said softly.

“This slave violated one of my rules. It doesn't matter which one, just that she did,” Henrik began softly, pacing back and forth in front of the hanging girl. “As a result, you here tonight will be treated to an especially harsh demonstration. You will note she has no gag. That is because part of her punishment tonight is she cannot cry out no matter what I do to this body she long ago entrusted to me. If she does, I will give her away at random to one of you to use and abuse in anyway you may want for a full day. The only restriction is she be returned to me still breathing...on her own.”

The woman looked stunned, whimpering softly as Henrik spoke. She was clearly more terrified of being given away than of anything he would do to her. Henrik picked up the satchel and began placing different items very precisely on the table. Lisa recognized the rope, a whip, a flogger and several types of clamps. Other things were a complete mystery to her.

Lisa turned her attention to the hanging girl. Her head was covered with short reddish hair that had been recently cut off with an electric razor like the first day of boot camp in the army. Her face was flushed as she struggled to breath, pushing up on her toes to relieve the pressure of her arms being pulled from above.

Each nipple was pierced with a small silver ring, as was the hood covering her clit and each dangling pussy lip. Her pussy was shaved smooth and bare.

“Who is she and what are those marks on her?” Lisa asked, excited and appalled at the same time watching the girl struggle.

“Her name is elfte. Some of the marks are welts from previous whippings, others are her first day brands,” Aimee said calmly into Lisa's ear, followed by a warm breath that made Lisa's pussy tingle.

“What kind of name is elfte?”

“It means eleventh. Henrik's slaves all take the new name he gives them but I'm not sure why he named her elfte. It could be that was her first day or she was the eleventh slave or something else entirely. In any case, that's her name...her only name now.”

As they spoke, elfte turned slightly and Lisa could see a veritable mat of overlapping welt scars on the woman's back, starting at her neck and continuing all the way down her back and ass and legs to her ankles. Lisa counted five on her ass and thighs that were still red and raw looking, seemingly oozing a little blood.

“My god, he must whip her unmercifully,” Lisa gasp, turning to look at Aimee in horror.

“Pretty much every day as I understand it,” Aimee continued calmly, “more if he feels she, and his other four slaves, need it. From what I gather, he feels they all need it much more often.”

“And...and he brands them too?”

“Yes, on each anniversary of their first day with him, a day he considers their new birthday of sorts,” Aimee said, pointing toward elfte as the woman slowly spun back toward them. “See the circle with the capital “H” on her tit, right above her nipple? elfte has eight so far and on her tenth first day will get one in the middle of her forehead. She was twelve when she got the first one...right above her pussy.”

Lisa looked carefully, able to easily pick out the brands on the woman's body now that she knew what to look for. She had a brand on each tit, centered precisely over her stiff pink nipples, another just above where her pussy slit opened to continue down between her legs and one each on her inner thighs at the point where her leg and mound converged.

“I only count five,” Lisa said softly, unable to even comprehend how painful each of those brands must have been when they were burned into the woman's flesh.

“You can't see the ones on each of her ass cheeks from this angle...or the one on the bottom of her right foot,” Aimee explained.

“Her foot...the bottom of her foot?” a horrified Lisa gasped staring at Aimee. “How do you know that?”

“Because he branded her here during a show about two months ago...threatened to fuck her with the hot branding iron if she screamed. Next year he'll do the other foot and the year after, her forehead. We already have the dates booked.”

“Did...did she...scream?” Lisa murmured lowly, almost afraid to hear the answer.

“Of course she did, from the moment her skin began to sizzle like cooking bacon. The smell was really awful. They all do eventually and so will elfte before the end of tonight's show. Henrik will not stop until she does. He didn't fuck her with the iron though, just gave her away for twenty four hours...like he will again tonight.”

Lisa was at a loss for words, so looked back to see what Henrik was doing. He had attached some weights to the rings in elfte's tits and pussy lips, stretching the skin dramatically. Her tits were turning purple since he tied a length of rope tightly around each of them. As Lisa looked on, he added yet another weight to each of the others. elfte whimpered and squirmed, leaning forward with the added weight and pain.

By doing that, her arms were pulled even harder up and behind her, cutting off her ability to breathe. She struggled to push herself up, making the weights sway and causing her even more pain.

A low murmur of approval, mixed with moans of pleasure rippled through the audience. Lisa looked out to see the two collared women kneeling between the knees of the guys they came in with and sucking their cocks. Two of the collared guys were licking their mistress' pussies while the third was sucking a cock as another guy went down on his mistress. Every other man and woman in the place was openly masturbating themselves.

When Henrik picked up what looked like a smooth stick, even more shouts of approval rang out.

“Oh that's really going to hurt,” Aimee moaned, clutching Lisa even tighter with Mike putting his arms around them both. “That's called a cane. Henrik showed me once, giving me what he called just a mild tap on my leg. It stung for two days and the welt lasted a week.”

Henrik did not tap elfte lightly.

Her entire body stiffened and her face contorted in pain with the first blows across her back. Henrik followed that with another, this time directly on her swollen right tit. Still, elfte didn't scream, at least not until the fifth or sixth hard blow up between her legs directly on her pussy slit and engorged clit.

The young woman let out an ear shattering howl, bringing the attention of everyone in the room to her. Then she loosely hung from the chains crying and begging for mercy. After a moment, Henrik released her, lowering her to the stage gently while speaking soothingly in her ear until her sobbing subsided.

The audience sat silently as he did this, with only one of the guys continuing to noisily lick his mistress's pussy. Henrik stood and looked out at them before speaking and Aimee continued translating in Lisa's ear.

“Now for the selection of who gets to use this slave for the next day,” he said with a grim smile, “but to be fair, I will have a non interested party make the choice.”

With that he turned and looked directly at Lisa, beckoning her to come forward. Aimee followed along to translate.

“There are fourteen chairs in this room, each with a number on the back. Pick a number from one to fourteen and that will be the lucky winner tonight.”

Lisa looked around the room. The chairs were not arranged in any discernible order nor did she know any of the people anxiously awaiting her choice in any case. She had no idea what additional horrors to which she was about to condemn the girl whimpering at her feet. Then again, it might be even worse if Henrik picked someone he knew would further torture the girl.

“Eleven...I choose eleven,” Lisa said a lot more confidently than she felt.

“Dat ben ik...that's me!” the woman still having her pussy licked called out, rising so fast the guy between her legs tumbled off to one side and she rushed to the stage while pulling up her panties, a feral smile growing on her face as she towered over the cowering elfte.

“Remember...still breathing,” Aimee translated Henrik's final sharp comment into Lisa's ear.

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