Oliver Hastings, the enigmatic leader of the club, has invited his friends over for the holidays. The club consisted of seventeen members, all of whom shared a similar inclination towards sexual depravity.<br /> Anticipation ran high as Oliver planned to take their festivities to unprecedented levels this year.<br /> <br /> He sent out invitations to all the members, which included a peculiar addition—a lock of hair. Oliver left the purpose of the hair unexplained, fueling the curiosity of his friends. The recipients trembled with excitement, knowing that Oliver's mind was capable of concocting the most unconventional and sadistic forms of entertainment.<br /> <br /> On the twenty-first of the month, they converged at Oliver's majestic winter manor, a grand Victorian structure with numerous rooms fortified by thick walls. A well-dressed valet greeted each of them, ensuring a seamless settling-in process.<br /> <br /> Once most of the members had arrived, they gathered in the opulent study, where Oliver emerged, radiating an aura of mischief and delight.<br /> <br /> "My dear friends," Oliver began with a mischievous smile, "we've toiled relentlessly throughout the year, and now it's time for respite and indulgence. Prepare yourselves for an experience unlike anything before."<br /> <br /> With a nod, Oliver signaled his loyal butler, who ushered in a procession of captivating young beauties, clad provocatively in revealing bikinis. The room crackled with electric anticipation, as the sight of their alluring forms stirred deep desires within the attendees.<br /> <br /> "Behold!” Oliver proclaimed, his voice tinged with excitement, "before you stand a selection of young women ready to cater to your every whim. The locks of hair in your invitations belongs to your assigned companion who eagerly awaits your pleasure. And fear not, if your designated partner does not suit preferences, you are free to select another. There is an abundance of options available."<br /> <br /> Eager to delve into the story behind these enigmatic women, Ivan, one of the club's members, ventured to ask, "Oliver, where did you acquire such a captivating assembly?"<br /> <br /> A devilish grin danced upon Oliver's lips. "Some of them are from a female shelter I support, as I believe in extending a helping hand to those in need," he replied, his voice laced with amusement. "Others found their way to me through various means," he added, stealing a glance at a particularly enticing redhead.<br /> Ivan's intrigue grew, his imagination running wild with possibilities.<br /> <br /> "Now, my esteemed guests," Oliver continued, eyes gleaming with anticipation, "let us commence with a little show."<br /> <br /> With a swift motion, Oliver retrieved a box from a nearby shelf. Inside the box, a collection of tantalizing objects awaited their purpose—a gag, ropes, and a clit stimulator. The room hushed, transfixed by the unfolding spectacle.<br /> <br /> Oliver selected a woman from the lineup, her allure captivating the onlookers attention. With a flick of his switchblade, he artfully removed her bikini, leaving her exposed to the hungry gazes of the attendees. After gagging and binding her, he instructed her to showcase the abilities of her tits, then he sat down. She obediently danced, coaxing her breasts to sway and bounce with enthralling grace.<br /> "Marvel, my friends," Oliver whispered, his voice husky with desire, "at the limitless possibilities before you. These women are here to fulfill your every fantasy, their bodies a canvas for your pleasure."<br /> “Come sit on my thighs,” Oliver commanded and the woman obeyed. He parted her legs, exposing her pussy to the horny onlookers.<br /> <br /> Using his skilled fingers, moistened with saliva, Oliver caressed her clitoris, eliciting gasps and sighs of arousal from her. Finally, activating the clit stimulator, he unleashed an avalanche of sensations, rendering the woman's body a vessel of ecstasy.<br /> <br /> "Look how she trembles, consumed by desire," Oliver declared, his words a hypnotic symphony to the room enraptured by debauchery. "She would do anything for an orgasm."<br /> <br /> With a final thrust of passion, Oliver disentangled himself from the woman, rising to his feet amidst a cacophony of longing gazes and murmured desires.<br /> <br /> "Gentlemen, I must retire to continue this privately,” Oliver announced with a wicked twinkle in his eye.<br /> Amidst the buzz of excitement and newfound yearning, Ivan couldn't resist voicing his preference, "The blonde bitch shall be my companion."

Clarissa had been assigned to a renowned lawyer, Christopher House. However, her life since becoming his chosen companion had been nothing short of a nightmarish existence. Rather than basking in adoration and respect, she endured a relentless onslaught of misery, treated with less regard than a lowly beast.<br /> <br /> In the dimly lit expanse of Christopher's opulent library, Clarissa found herself bound to a sturdy wooden pillar, a helpless witness to her master’s scholarly pursuits. As the sunset, casting its golden hues upon the room, Christopher finally closed the tome before him, his piercing gaze shifting towards Clarissa. In that moment, a potent cocktail of emotions surged through her, setting her entire being ablaze.<br /> With deliberate grace, Christopher rose from his chair, his voice filled with a magnetism that could both enchant and terrify. "My beautiful doll, you have not faded from my thoughts," he declared, his words thick with a smoldering intensity. A telltale bulge strained against the fabric of his pants, a physical testament to the truth of his claim.<br /> <br /> Igniting a cigar with a flick of his gold lighter, Christopher embarked on an unhurried approach toward his vulnerable quarry. Clarissa, though futilely, attempted to shrink away from his advancing presence.<br /> "Have you missed my touch, slut?" he whispered, gently peeling away the adhesive tape that had kept her voice stifled. Clarissa, rendered momentarily speechless, conveyed her response through a raw revulsion that danced in her eyes. It was then that Christopher, unfazed by her silence, crouched down to meet her gaze, his every movement laden with sadistic desire.<br /> <br /> With a chilling deliberation, he brought the searing ember of his cigar to the tender flesh of her clitoral hood, a vulnerable blossom peeking through the flimsy veil of her bikini bottom. A guttural cry of pain escaped Clarissa's lips as the fiery touch seared her most intimate core. "Please, sir, stop," she pleaded, her voice a desperate plea for mercy.<br /> <br /> Undeterred, Christopher repeated his question, his words laced with a cruel inflection. "Do you yearn for my touch, my wanton whore?" his eyes bore into hers, awaiting her response, the air thick with anticipation.<br /> "Yes, sir. Please, fuck me," Clarissa implored, her words a mixture of desperation and calculated submission. She hoped that her willingness would quell the torment and convince him to remove the scorching ember from her delicate flesh.<br /> "Not so fast," he chuckled darkly, bringing the cigar back to his lips and taking a deep drag. "First, I shall make you ache for me." With those tantalizing words, Christopher embarked on a sinister mission to tease and tantalize her senses, inflicting upon her a relentless longing for his touch.<br /> He skillfully shifted her underwear to the side, exposing her delicate pink folds and entrance to his predatory gaze. Using his thumb and forefinger, he expertly stimulated her, igniting sensations of pleasure that caused her cunt to moisten with desire. Clarissa's body responded with fervor, betraying her attempts at resistance as soft moans escaped her lips. She writhed and twisted in a futile endeavor to escape the unwelcome waves of ecstasy crashing through her, but she was entirely at his mercy.<br /> "Please, sir, screw me," she moaned, this time genuinely overcome with longing.<br /> Christopher rose to his feet, his eyes fixated on her vulnerable form. With her hands raised above her head, her supple breasts and glistening desire on full display, she looked like a wanton whore from his vantage point.<br /> "Are you hungry for it?" he asked, pressing the heel of his shoe against her moist entrance, moving it in a teasing circular motion. Clarissa, consumed by lust and longing, eagerly spread her legs wider, accommodating the seductive movements of his foot. Her body quivered with anticipation; every nerve electrified with an insatiable craving.<br /> "And what shall I receive in return?" he inquired. Slowly, he lowered his pants and underwear, exposing his impressive member. Clarissa gasped at the sight of it, her eyes widening in anticipation.<br /> "I will worship you, sir. I will indulge your every whim and surrender to your darkest desires," she whispered, her voice a delicate blend of submission and eagerness.<br /> <br /> "A fair trade indeed," he mused, crouching down to position his dick at her entrance, poised to claim her with fervent abandon. "Prepare yourself to be devoured," he said, plunging his throbbing member deep inside her with primal intensity, igniting a tempestuous union that would consume them both in a whirlwind of passion and torment.

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