CHAPTER TWENTY - Two New Members

The following evening… Wednesday 5th April …

8:10 pm

As evening approached, Tracy and Wendy jumped into their car and set off for the big house that hosted the Dom Domingo Club.
Within minutes they were there. The distance from door to door being slightly less than a mile away. They had been told to be there for eight-thirty but not to be tardy they had arrived some fifteen minutes early, yet already a number of cars were parked up in the road outside. Tracy pulled in behind the row of parked cars and stopped the engine. As she did so another car pulled up behind: All the signs suggesting there was going to be a fair number of people present at this evening's meeting.
Before getting out of the car, Tracy turned to Wendy sat by her side in the passenger seat. She patted her on the knee to comfort her.
"Don't worry Wendy, if we can just get away with looking and watching everything that goes on tonight, then I reckon we'll be all right. At least we'll try for that for starters," she told her.
Wendy nodded her head, but nevertheless she was determined to give it a good go.
"Thanks Tracy,… but I'll do whatever it takes… I'm not going to mess anything up… I promise," she said.
Tracy smiled and winked.
"That's the spirit Wendy," she said, "so let's go and join the party, and show them what a fun loving couple we really are."
Wendy smiled and opened up the car door. She took a deep breath.
"Yes, let's go sock it to them Tracy," she said.
As the two girls approached the big house they passed a row of cars parked in the driveway. One car of distinction was a rather sporty looking model, probably of Italian origin, but neither Tracy nor Wendy were aware of the make. The bright flame-red colour and the prancing horse on the badge on the side meant nothing to them.
On leaving the big mansion the day before, Walter had told them to walk around the back and meet up on the terrace on the other side of the house. They turned the corner of the garage to find at least a dozen or more people, either milling about, or sitting at the tables on the terrace. There appeared to be no signs of any BDSM activity. Instead, drinking tea or coffee seemed to be the order of the day.
A number of other people were arriving at the same time. Apart from the car that had pulled up about the same time as them, at least two more cars had stopped in the road whilst they walked the drive. These people now brushed past the slowly ambling Tracy and Wendy, to move on and mingle with the throng on what was rapidly becoming a very crowded terrace. No one on passing actually enquired as to whom they were, but a few friendly smiles were cast in their direction.
As they slowly crossed the lawn towards the terrace, Tracy and Wendy wondered what they should do now that they had arrived.
Actually, there were no set rules - the club held very little formality - but normally the first thing you did on arrival was enter the kitchen and make yourself a hot drink. Everything was provided for, and the kettle was always on the boil. Afterwards you parked yourself down on a seat on the terrace and had a little chat with someone, about something or other, but never anything too deep or profound. If it was raining, snowing or very cold - or  even if they just did not want to sit outside on the terrace - then the gathering moved elsewhere, to either congregated within the spacious double garage, or spread themselves out somewhere in the house. In general no one cared. It was just meant to be a fun evening out for all.
However, because this was all new to the girls, Tracy and Wendy were not aware of any such protocol. Instead they came to a halt on the edge of the terrace and looked around. They knew no one, and were looking for Walter. A young man, aged about nineteen or twenty was seated alone at the table nearest to where the girls stood. He looked up first at Tracy and then turned to Wendy. His eyes seemed to settle on Wendy and he smiled.
"You must be the two new girls?" he said to them.
Tracy nodded her head in reply. However, the young man was not looking at her, his eyes were firmly fixed on Wendy, and her affirmation went unnoticed. It was obvious that a verbal reply was needed.
"Yes,.. that's us,.. we're the new girls," she told him regardless of his absent stare, she then asked: "Where's Walter?.. We're looking for him."
The young man took his eyes off Wendy, glanced briefly at Tracy, then looked around. He seemed a little surprised at not finding Walter on the terrace. He shrugged his shoulders and returned his gaze to Wendy.
"Walter can't be far away… he was here a minute ago… he's probably in the house… just hang around a bit and I'm sure he'll be back," he explained.
Tracy and Wendy looked to one another. Neither girl was certain what to do next. It seemed the best thing to do was just wait on the edge of the terrace until Walter showed up. He was certain to recognise them and take them under his wing.
"What's your names?" asked the young man at the table.
Tracy looked down. He was not looking at her, but once more towards Wendy stood next to her.
"I'm Tracy… Tracy Goodyear… and this is Wendy… Wendy Bartlett,.. we're cousins," she told him.
The young man turned his gaze briefly towards Tracy, nodded his head in recognition, then returned to look fixedly at Wendy.
"I'm Tim Walker," he said, and he held out a hand, "and I'm pleased to meet you."
His hand was directed in Wendy's direction. Wendy shook hands with him first.
"Pleased to meet you too Tim," said Wendy.
He shook hands with Tracy next. At least he recognised her presence.
"And me too," added Tracy.
Tracy's mind started working overtime. A plot of sorts was being formulated. Tim Walker was the very person they had come to see, and the sole reason for coming to London and joining the Dom Domingo club in the first place. Also, and most evident right from the start, she could not help but notice the way Tim was continually looking towards Wendy. She decided to turn the situation to their own advantage.
Tracy looked around. She needed a rouse to bring Wendy and Tim together pretty quickly. Tim had a mug of coffee before him on the table and she wondered how he came by it. In the few minutes she had been standing there she had observed the continual comings and goings of the members. They were entering and leaving the house through a doorway to the terrace. She also noted with interest the behaviour of the newcomers - they had all split up on arrival - some choosing to sit down at a vacant table, whilst others passed through the door into the house.
On seeing that there was still no sign of Walter, Tracy asked: "What should we normally do when we first arrive Tim?"
Tim looked around, then started to stand up.
"Usually you head straight for the kitchen and make yourself a drink," he told them. He then offered: "If you like I'll go and make you something."
Tracy interrupted immediately. She stopped Tim from rising from his chair by placing a hand on one shoulder to keep him down.
She told Tim: "No, I'll go and do it,.. I need to find out for myself," she then turned to Wendy and added: "Wendy, you sit down here and keep Tim company, and I'll go and make us the drinks."
Wendy looked a little surprised at the sudden turn of events, but did as instructed and sat down at the table next to Tim.
Tracy winked at Wendy behind Tim's back.
"See you in a bit Wendy,.. keep Tim company,… and perhaps I can track Walter down and find out what we're expected to do," she told her.
Then, before Wendy could raise any sort of objection, she set off quickly for the doorway into the house.
It turned out that Walter had gone off in his car to collect a member. He was already putting some of his own security measures into operation prior to his little talk with members gathered for this evening's meeting. Tracy, having found this out from someone in the kitchen, made two coffees and returned to the table outside.
Tracy was pleased to see that Wendy and Tim were getting on well together. They were deep in conversation. She just hoped that Wendy was sticking to the agreed script - they were cousins; they had just come down from Lancashire; they were living in a flat overlooking the park; and were about to begin work at their Aunt Davina's agency - and on the BDSM angle, they had been members of the Bows and Ties club in Lancashire for about a year. However, as she sat down and pushed a mug of hot coffee across the table towards Wendy, she was a little surprised to discover that they were not talking about their own lifestyles, nor anything about bondage and the everyday workings of the club, but about fast sports cars, travelling at two-hundred miles an hour, cornering and road handling, and going from one to sixty in two-point-something seconds.
Unable to understand any of the technical details, Tracy just let them get on with it. Wendy was doing a grand job in getting to know Tim, and obviously needed very little help from herself.
Walter arrived soon afterwards, coming from the direction of the garages. He had a young girl with him. Both were carrying a large box each. They crossed the terrace to the far side, and whilst dong so, a hush fell amongst all those seated at the tables. The time was exactly eight-thirty, and Walter had something to say to them all before the evening's session got started.
Walter waited for a couple of stragglers to move out of the kitchen and on to the terrace before addressing the gathering. In fun, he slapped the last girl's bottom as she ambled slowly past, causing a little of her coffee to spill on the step. To gain a little height he stepped into the open doorway. The girl that came with him remained close to him, standing one step down on the terrace.
Walter raised up his arms in order to gain everyone's attention. He need not have done. Everyone was already hushed and looking his way.
"Fellow members of the Dom Domingo," he started and sounding very formal, "first of all can I thank you all for coming here this evening. I think, having put out an emergency call, that we have almost one-hundred percent membership here today... and I thank you all for making the extra effort."
A few smiles and glances took place between all those seated on the terrace, but the hush remained. Tracy made a rough estimate of the numbers. She reckoned the total to be somewhere approaching thirty.
Walter continued, his voice sombre and subdued: "Now, before we start this evening's session, I want to say a few words about our missing member, Gayle Jackson… As you are all very well aware, after leaving here last Wednesday, she did not return to her room at the university… the police believe that she was abducted whilst crossing a local park not far from here… Some of you I know, have already been visited by the police in connection with Gayle's disappearance… others are about to… All I can say is, we must not hinder them in their investigation, and I want everyone here to be as truthful and honest as they possibly can be… The police are aware of the true nature of this club, and have made assurances that all information given will be kept strictly confidential… so you need not worry on that score."
A hubbub started amongst the members, and Walter waited for the gathering to settle before continuing with what he had to say.
As quietness returned, Walter began to address the crowd once more: "What I now want to speak about is security… I want no one to travel here, nor go away from here, by foot and on their own… Under the present circumstances, as you can well imagine, this is considered highly dangerous, and the police have asked me to point this out to you all… If anyone can't get here by car, or is stuck here afterwards for any reason, then I want them to say so… I will help… I am willing to collect and return members who ask,… but I can't be everywhere at once, so I want the rest of you to join in… if you know of anyone that needs a lift, then I ask you all to please help… we do not want a repeat of what has just happened."
It was time for the membership to respond. Obviously everyone agreed, and for the next five to ten minutes many offers were made. In the end, Walter appeared happy enough with all that had been discussed, and he raised up his hands again. He had something else to tell them.
"Right, let's get down to business then shall we?" he said as the murmuring subdued.
Suddenly everyone was attentive once more.
Walter continued: "I think you must all agree that last week we held a remarkable season… Gayle and Chloe were spectacular in their pony races,.. and I for one had a great time,… and I think everyone else present must have had the same… Well, as you may recall, a little matter of the club forfeit was at stake for the two girls… and seeing it was Chloe who lost,… then, under normal circumstances, she should be up for it tonight… However, I have told Chloe that, given all the unfortunate circumstances of last Wednesday, she need not go through with the forfeit tonight, nor at any other time for that matter,… at least not until we have Gayle safely back in the fold and the two girls can agree amongst themselves what's best to do next… I want you all to know that I have no wish to force anything upon Chloe,… and I have told her this,… but, I think Chloe has other ideas, and I want her to tell you so herself."
And with that Walter edged back a little so as to allow the girl standing below him to join him on the step.
As the girl moved up, Tracy nodded her head and gave a wry smile. She was already making another set of plans. The girl standing in the doorway was the second person they had come to see.
Tracy glanced briefly towards Wendy and Tim. Wendy appeared to be handling the 'getting to know Tim' side of things with very little assistance from herself. She therefore decided her own task should be to make acquaintance with Chloe.
Chloe began to address the crowd: "First of all I want to thank Walter for his kind words, and to all of you gathered here this evening for making last Wednesday's meeting such a memorable occasion," she said, then went on to say: "As you all know, Gayle has for a long time been a very special friend of mine, and we agreed on the club forfeit for the loser… We shook hands on the deal, and it was final… and I know, if the roles had been reversed, then Gayle would do exactly the same… she would insist on going through with it… we both went into this with an open mind… we both knew the penalty for losing… and we both accepted the outcome… I therefore want you all to know that I have come prepared to accept the club forfeit tonight… I want to go through with it… for Gayle's sake… and wherever she is now, I want her to know that we are all thinking about her… so Gayle… wherever you are… tonight is specially laid on for you... I hope you enjoy it!"
The instant Chloe finished speaking a spontaneous applause broke out amongst the gathering.
Walter stepped forward to add the last words.
"I'd like to thank Chloe once more for the bravery she is showing," he said. "She does not have to do it, but I think we all understand and appreciate her reasons for going through with it… So, without further ado, let the session begin… and let's make this evening a very special occasion."
The meeting erupted into applause once more, and whilst they clapped Walter looked around. His glance fell to the edge of the terrace and remained there. With all the goings on he had completely forgotten about the two new members. He had mentioned it to a few people before driving off to fetch Chloe, and he could see that they had at least got to know one member, but he decided it best to announce formally their presence before everyone headed off down the garden to the compound.
Walter raised up his arms and the noise settled.
"I've got one more thing to announce," he told the crowd. "If you have not already noticed, we've got two new members here tonight. They're Tracy and Wendy… they've just moved into the area… and they want to get to know us a little better… so please… Tracy and Wendy… can you please stand up and introduce yourselves?"
As Tracy and Wendy rose from their seats the gathering began to clap once more. Then, as the applause died away, the two girls sat down again. And that was it. That was the initiation ceremony. There had been no fuss, but as a result the two girls were now officially recognised as members of Dom Domingo club.

9:00 pm

It took probably ten to fifteen minutes for everyone to finish their drinks and drift on slowly down in twos and threes to the sheltered and protected tree-lined compound below. This, along with the speeches beforehand, meant that nine o'clock had arrived, darkness was falling rapidly and the floodlighting had been switched on.
Having passed through the small gateway entrance, Tracy looked about her, and immediately her body gave a little involuntary shudder. She had visited the compound with Walter the previous day, so she knew very much what to expect, but under the cover of darkness the place looked a lot more formidable. The ring of tall firs formed a dense, huge black wall that loomed way up into the darkened sky. Looking directly upwards, through the glare of the floodlights a few bright stars were visible, but that was all there was to see. Everything, everywhere, was so calm and eerie. There were no signs of civilisation anywhere; no lights from neighbouring houses; no noise from speeding cars; no sound of music or voices from televisions drifting out through open windows; just a still calm that hung heavy over the compound like a thick grey blanket of fog.
Whilst on the terrace Tracy had deliberately distanced herself from Wendy and walked down the garden path on her own. Standing in the compound, on the very edge of the gathering, she looked around and found Wendy standing alongside Tim in the midst the crowd. They were holding hands. She smiled. This was excellent news. They had come here to befriend two people, one was Tim Walker, the other was a girl named Chloe Chambers.
Wendy seemed now to be firmly entrenched with Tim, so half the battle had been accomplished. All that remained was to get herself introduced to the Chloe. She moved as close as she could to the student, pushing her way through the crowd to the front. Getting close to Chloe however proved a most difficult thing to do. She remained the centre of attention and had Walter as a constant companion by her side. All the same Tracy managed to force herself right to the forefront of the crowd, to stand just a few feet distance away from Walter and Chloe.
The crowd were gathered in a loose semicircle on the racetrack, all facing inwards towards the grassy centre. A number of tall poles, with bright floodlighting affixed to the tops, formed an inner circle within the track. Beyond that, positioned right in the centre was a small mound. On top of that mound stood a lone pillory. A number of floodlights had been deliberately adjusted to shine down on the pillory, and the bare wooden structure stood out starkly against the darkened background of trees over on the far side of the track.
Walter and Chloe stepped a little further away, to position themselves about mid-distance between the inside edge of the track and the central mound. In his accustomed manner Walter raised up his arms to speak, and a hush fell quickly.
"I've tried to dissuade her, believe me I've tried… Chloe knows that she doesn't have to go through with it," he told the crowd, "but she still insists… So here she is… stood before you… ready and waiting… she has agreed to spend the night in the pillory… it's approximately nine o'clock now, and in accordance with the rules, will not be released until nine o'clock in the morning… may I wish her the best of luck,… so, without further ado,… let the show commence."
Chloe held up a hand: She had one final thing to add.
"Please, all of you, think of Gayle… I'm doing this is for her," she said, then immediately turned and walked away to the pillory positioned atop the mound behind her. Walter accompanied her.
At first there came a small ripple of applause and a nodding of heads. Then, as Chloe and Walter moved, the crowd moved too, to step forward onto the central grassy area and form a semicircle around the front of the pillory.
Standing directly in front of the pillory and facing the slowly advancing crowd, Chloe pulled her sweater up and over her head to reveal a simple white bra beneath. She had deliberately come wearing the minimum of clothing. In complete silence, with everyone looking on, and those on the extremities still jockeying for a better position, she tossed the sweater towards Walter. He caught it in one hand and draped the garment over an arm. She then bent down, untied the laces to her trainers, and kicked them from her feet. They were meant to be directed towards Walter, but instead went off in two separate directions. As a result, Walter had to walk around and collect them from off the grass.
However, the crowd remained silent whilst this was going on. Under normally circumstances this act would have been considered hilarious, and there would be cheering as each item of clothing became discarded and tossed to one side. But on this occasion it was possible to hear a pin drop.
Chloe unbuckled her waist belt, undid the top button and pulled down the zip of her jeans. Slowly she dropped the jeans to the ground and removed them gracefully from her legs. Then, when she was done, she tossed them away in the general direction of Walter. He caught them awkwardly with his free hand, and draped them over his arm to join the sweater and a pair of trainers held by the laces.
For a moment or two, Chloe stood motionless before the crowd, showing off her well formed body. She was stripped down to wearing just her white knickers and a bra. She wanted to convey to everyone that she felt no regrets nor embarrassment for what she was about to do. Even at the tender age of eighteen she was already a seasoned photographic model and a long time BDSM enthusiast. Being bound, chained up, suspended, stretched, riding a wooden pony, being a pony girl, and even being locked in a pillory for hours on end meant nothing to her. In her short professional bondage career she had done all these and much, much more. All these things were now just second nature to her, and furthermore she was proud of it. Many hundreds of her BDSM photographs taken by FotoPix Studios and Roger Downton had been sold, and now appeared in a great number of bondage magazines around the world.
As the crowd looked on in silence, Chloe moved her arms up behind her back and unfastened the three small clips at the back of her bra. As the last clip flipped apart, the large cups that held her voluptuous form in place, loosened and dropped. Slowly she cast the straps from off her shoulders and let the bra fall down her arms. At her own gentle pace she transferred the garment to one hand, then tossed it across to Walter stood by her side. She drew back her shoulders and thrust her breasts forward, then, cupping her tits in each hand, she bounced them up and down in the hope of enlivening the crowd.
Chloe got the reaction she wanted. As the huge round globes wobbled and shook, the crowd snapped out from their sombre mood. This was what they had come to see. First a lone voice cheered, then another followed, and soon all were either shouting, whistling, or clapping their hands. She smiled and nodded her approval. She was desperately seeking to make everyone happy, and she wanted to put on a show for club that would linger in their memories for a long, long time. She desperately wanted the occasion to be something talked about for many meetings to come.
As the applause died down, Chloe dropped her hands to her waist. Two nimble thumbs hooked beneath the elastic of her panties, then began to ease them down her legs. Stooping forward she stepped out of them, first raising one leg and then the other. As she returned to stand erect she tossed them away to one side. Walter was caught unawares and flung out an arm. He made contact, but that was about all. The panties bounced high in the air, and he caught them at the second attempt.
The crowd cheered wildly as they watched the podgy form of Walter stretch and pirouette like some ungamely ballerina. Chloe took this as a cue for her own encore. Standing naked, she stretched out her arms, then in ballerina fashion she lowered her body, bowed her head, and curtsied. Immediately the crowd erupted into wolf-whistles and cat-calls. She returned to stand erect and smiled. The crowd were ready for the little ceremony now. She wanted them to be happy, not for her own sake, but for Gayle's.
As the hubbub settled, Walter raised his one free arm. As ever it was a signal that he had something to say. Most members knew what was coming next, but for those new to all this, he was thinking that a little explanation was necessary.
"Right folks, what we need now is a volunteer to lock Chloe into the pillory and cast the first rotten tomato," he said addressing the gathering, "and in order to qualify, that person must also be naked… the rules are simple… like all our other activities, to participate in the goings on, if the subject is naked then those also taking part must be naked too…. it is considered to be only fair."
As you might expect there were many volunteers. Many arms raised high in the air, and many calls of: "me!… me!… me!…"
Walter looked around and then returned his glance to Chloe.
"Who do you want?" he asked.
Chloe looked around and her eyes settled on Tim. He was Gayle's boyfriend, or at least he was until last week when it was obvious that they had had a blazing row. But with Gayle gone missing, she thought it a logical choice. After all it was Gayle that had beaten her in the pony girl races, and the sole reason she was stood before everyone now.
Tim saw the stare and shook his head. He responded even before Chloe could ask.
"No, not me," he called from the back of the crowd.
This was unusual for Tim. He was normally up front with everything. But the traumas of the previous week had left him a little subdued. He had spent two nights in a police cell and had been repeatedly questioned about his activities on that fateful Wednesday night one week ago.
Chloe's eyes turned to the girl stood next to Tim. She had not seen her before, but was aware that she was one of the new girls introduced earlier by Walter.
"How about the new girl next to you then?" asked Chloe. "Would she like to do it?"
All eyes turned to Wendy. She looked embarrassed, and turned to Tim for comfort. She clung tightly to his arm. She really did not want to do it. She did not know what to do for starters, and furthermore, the thought of taking all her clothes off in front of all these strangers horrified her.
She shook her head vigorously. "No,.. not me,… please,… chose someone else," she said.
On hearing the refusal, those keen and eager to participate began to hoot and shout once more in an effort to gain Chloe's attention.
Then suddenly a lone female voice rose up above all the clamour and jockeying for attention.
"I'll do it… if you want a new girl to have a go, then I'll do it," said a voice from somewhere near the front.
The crowd fell silent and all eyes turned to second new girl. This was the one with the shaven head and absolutely massive tits. It did not take long for all the men present to work out, that, if it was not going to be one of them, then the next best choice would be the new girl Tracy. She had attracted a lot of glances from admiring males right from the start, and much to the discernment and annoyance of their partners. Suddenly she became the people's choice, or at least the male member's choice.
"Yes, let the other new girl do it," called one voice.
Then soon everyone was calling the same thing.
Tracy stepped forward a couple of paces to distance herself from the baying crowd and to present herself to Chloe.
"I'm willing to do it," she told both Walter and Chloe.
Chloe nodded her head. It was obvious that the crowd wanted Tracy, and she was not going to disappoint.
"All right," she called loudly in order to be heard above the din, "the new girl Tracy it shall be then."
Everyone was getting quite excited by now, and, on hearing the news, the biggest cheer of the evening went up.
Walter spoke directly to Tracy stood just a few steps in front of him, he told her: "Tracy, it seems that by popular demand you are the one chosen to do the dirty work… You'll need to remove all your clothes first though,… those are the rules I'm afraid,… if you're not up to it yet, then just say so and we'll find someone else… as you can see, we're not short of volunteers."
Tracy nodded her head and moved in a little closer to Walter and Chloe.
"Yes, I'm up to it," she said, "I don't mind taking my clothes off in front of this lot and doing what ever is wanted of me."
Walter turned to Chloe. He did not say anything, but it was obvious that he was waiting for confirmation before continuing.
Chloe nodded. "Carry on then," she told him simply.
Immediately Tracy became the focus of attention as she turned to face the baying crowd. She could not fail to notice this from the sudden hush and staring eyes. She steeled herself. She had never voluntarily stripped before anyone other then Wendy, and now, here she was, stood in front of a crowd of something approaching thirty strangers all awaiting eagerly for her to remove her clothes. She thought of the pact and the sole purpose for being here. She needed to do this in order to get closer to Chloe. She had no choice in the matter. She needed to befriend Chloe in some way, and by doing this, at least it would bring her to her attention.
Tracy had come attired in what she thought to be a rather befitting outfit for the occasion. For one thing she was dressed all in black. She was wearing a black leather suit, with a small jacket and an even skimpier skirt. Beneath the jacket she wore a black blouse which she had deliberately left unbuttoned at the top to reveal her rather fetching cleavage. Below the blouse she wore a half-cup, lacy black bra that lifted and squeezed her breasts to form two rather shapely and eye-boggling globes. It was little wonder that the men in crowd craved to see more.
On her legs Tracy wore dark stockings held up by a black suspender belt, and on her feet she wore a pair of black high-heeled shoes. For starters she bent down and removed the shoes. She thought for a moment about passing all her attire to Walter, but realised that he already had his arms full. She therefore decided to leave everything in a pile on the grass.
Tracy set about removing her clothes. First came the jacket and then the blouse. Each in turn being placed neatly on the ground alongside her shoes. For one brief moment she moved to release her bra, then thought better of it. If the ogling men wanted to see her breasts, then they would have to wait until the very end. This, after all, was a striptease, and she would play it out to the end. The only thing that was missing was the music, and she began to imagine doing it to the sound of Scott Joplin as she moved to release her skirt and drop it gracefully down her legs.
This got the men in the crowd going, and soon cat-calls and wolf-whistles were reverberating around the compound.
With the short skirt removed and deposited on the ground, it was now the turn of the suspender belt and stockings. Slowly, but rhythmically, Tracy unhooked the clasps from the top of her stockings and rolled them down her legs. She squatted on the grass whilst she removed the black nylons from her feet, then placed them on the growing pile. When that was done, she stood up, twisted the suspender belt about her waist so as the small fastening hooks came to the front, then undid the two small hooks. Finally she let the garment fall to the ground.
As the suspender belt joined the rest of her clothes, she stood erect to show off her body to the crowd. She was now down to just bra and panties, and strangely she was enjoying being the centre of attention.
Tracy recalled that Chloe before her had waited awhile at this stage, and kept everyone in anticipation before removing her bra. Tracy decided to do the same, but instead of going for her bra - she had already decided that this should be left until last - she casually hooked her thumbs beneath the elastic of her panties and drew them down a little. Not very far, but enough to reveal a small dark patch of pubic hair. She looked to the crowd. It was clear that they were getting excited, and she lowered the top of her panties about another inch. The men in the crowd cheered and she lowered the waist band some more, this time revealing the full extent of her curly mound.
Tracy knew that she had them eating out of her hands. Slowly she eased her panties all the way down her legs and onto the ground. Then, with a flick of a foot, she cast the panties away to alight on top of the pile. She stood erect once more, and for moment posed gracefully with arms outstretched. As ever, more hoots and hollering followed, and Tracy gave a little bow.
Slowly Tracy retracted her arms, held them by her side for a second or two, then passed them round behind her back. A hush fell as everyone waited for the final garment to fall. Nimble fingers located the bra-strap, found the little hooks and unclipped them apart. Much like Chloe's effort earlier, the straps at the back flung apart, and the two uplifting half-cups at the front sprung forward and then dropped. Two large, cherry-red nipples and giant aureoles appeared as half-moons peaking above the tops of the cups, and immediately the silenced crowd found its voice again.
As the elasticated straps sped apart, Tracy's hands moved swiftly to her front, to secure and hold the bra in place before it dropped much further. But by now enough naked flesh had been revealed to excite the crowd even further, and those large nipples still half peeked above the cups. Slowly she inched the bra down her body and away from her globes, the straps falling off her shoulders as she did so. The large red rings of her nipples appeared first, and then the fullness her oversized breasts took shape. As her hands moved further down the body, the weight and shear size of the heavy, bulging breasts became more and more apparent, and the crowd loved every minute of it.
No one looking on could argue that Tracy's breasts were by far the largest in the club, and already several of the male members were thinking of ways of getting to know Tracy a whole lot better, and in double quick time too. Breasts this size needed roping up, and then endlessly teased with clothes pegs and nipple clamps.
Tracy waited for the applause to die down, then discarded the bra by dropping it on top of the pile. After that she did exactly what Chloe had done a few minutes beforehand. She cupped her bare breasts beneath her hands and bobbed them up and down. As the giant tits shook and wobbled, the crowd went ecstatic. After the depressing start to the evening, with all the warnings from Walter, and the sad thoughts for Gayle, things were finally beginning to warm up, and now, thanks to Chloe initially, and Tracy afterwards, everyone was finally in a joyous mood.
Now stark naked, and with tits bouncing as she moved, Tracy turned to face Walter and Chloe. She wanted to assess their reactions. Her back had been to them all the time she was stripping, and she had no idea how they had taken her overt showmanship. However, she need not have worried. Chloe immediately smiled and gave a nod of approval. It was her wish that everyone be cheerful. She had tried to cheer them up herself, and had got a certain way towards achieving this, but Tracy had done the rest, and for that she was extremely grateful.
Chloe moved to the side of the pillory. Here she removed a large open padlock from the side and held it out for Tracy to collect. Tracy stepped forward and took it from her. She could see that the key was already there and resting in the lock.
Near the foot of the pillory rested two boxes. These were the boxes seen to be brought in when Walter and Chloe first arrived. They were open now, and Tracy could not help but notice the contents. They were full with rotten tomatoes and a few other obnoxious ingredients, all collected from the University's rubbish bins. There was also a four pint tub of milk inside the box that must have turned sour many weeks ago.
"I'm ready whenever you are Tracy," said Chloe as she walked around behind the pillory.
Tracy looked to the padlock, and then to the open catch on the side of the pillory where the padlock once belonged. It was obvious that the top-board hinged open from the other side. She placed one hand on the upper portion and lifted. As she did so the crowd behind her cheered. She raised the board high enough for Chloe to insert her head and arms, then waited.
For a moment Chloe composed herself, then lowered her head and arms into the three semicircular indentations cut into the wood. Tracy waited a while for her to settle and get comfortable, then lowered the topmost board. The board was a bit heavy and un-wielding, and because of holding the padlock, she had only one hand free to control things properly. As a result the boards came together with a noisy slap. Immediately Tracy looked to see if any flesh had been pinched, but on closer inspection all looked fine. Chloe was busy twisting her head and arms within the newly formed circular holes, and trying to make her unnatural confinement as comfortable as possible.
With board down and in position, Tracy closed up the catch, threaded the padlock through a loop of steel, and closed up the lock. Then with a twist of the key, and the sound of tumblers falling into place, the deed was complete. Chloe was securely pinned within the pillory.
As Tracy stepped away with just a key in her hand, the crowd began to clap and cheer.
"Right, give it to her," called a voice from amidst the throng.
Tracy looked to Walter.
"What's next?" she asked.
Walter moved to one of the open boxes.
"Choose something from out of here and throw it at Chloe," he told her. "Try and find something that will make quite a splatter. After that, just stand well back and let the members do the rest… they certainly don't need any encouragement or being told what to do."
Tracy looked to the contents of the nearest box. One rather large and certainly overripe tomato rested near the top. She collected it and held it in her hand. There was a wall of green mould on one side, and the rotten contents oozed from cracks in the skin. She moved to a position of about two paces in front of the pillory and waited.
"Are you ready for this Chloe?" she asked and sounding concerned.
Chloe raised up her head the best she could, then smiled at Tracy.
"Go on,… any time,… I'm ready," she replied.
Chloe held her head high, closed her eyes, and waited.
Tracy drew back her arm, held it there for a while, then cast the arm forward with a mighty lunge. The hurtling tomato caught Chloe right between the eyes, and the skin erupted, splattering the contents all over her face. Chloe spat out the pips and juices that had entered her mouth, and blew volumes of air from her nostrils in order to clear the passageways. At the same time the crowd erupted into merriment. This was probably the loudest cheer to be heard all night.
Tracy turned to the baying crowd and gave a little bow, then hastily stepped to one side to join Walter. She could see what was coming next, and basically she getting out of the way as quickly as possible. For no sooner had the rotten tomato struck, then at least half of the crowd had set about taking their own clothes off, and this included more women than men, all eager to get to the boxes before anyone else and grab the best of what was inside.
Walter moved a little further away, and Tracy went with him. Soon naked bodies where heading towards the pillory at an alarming pace. There were fights and struggles to get to the contents first, and soon the entire front-board of the pillory, along with Chloe's head, hair, neck and hands were dripping with foul smelling globules of rotten fruit and vegetation.
As soon as the boxes became empty, the four-pint tub of soured and clotted milk was brought into the action. The top of the container was opened and held upside down above Chloe's head. At first nothing came out, but after a few vicious shakes the blockage came free and a great blob of foul-smelling curdled milk landed on top of Chloe's hair. A willing hand then rubbed everything into the scalp. But the crowd was not finished here. The remaining contents of the tub, about half of it, was taken around the back of the pillory and spilled down Chloe's back. Once more many willing hands rubbed the stench-ridden contents all over her back. Then finally, a lone hand moved down between her legs, to channel the trickling slime between the cheeks of her buttocks, then to run on down the full length of her crack, before finally ending up as dripping globules of sour cream from her mound of pubic hairs.
Tracy remained content just to stand well back and observe. She felt sorry for Chloe and the ordeal she had willingly put herself through. However, she was not despondent. She could see ways of turning all this to her own advantage.
The all-out assault on Chloe did not last very long. About five minutes in total. After that, in twos and threes, the crowd began to retreat from the mound, to collect their scattered clothes and head back to the house.
"What's happening now?" a puzzled Tracy asked Walter on seeing the crowd dispersing.
Walter watched several members head for the gate before turning back to Tracy and answering.
"It's a bit of a tradition," he explained, "Chloe will be left alone from now on… they won't bother her any more… thankfully,.. apart from staying where she is until morning,.. her ordeal is over."
Tracy glanced momentarily towards Chloe locked in the pillory. The student looked bedraggled and filthy. She returned to speak to Walter since she was at a bit of a loss as to what her own role should be from now on.
"What do I do then?" asked Tracy.
Walter looked around the compound at the remaining few people. More than half had already drifted away, the rest were in the process of collecting up their belongings and heading off after them. Walter answered Tracy in a rather round about way.
"Everyone's off to the garage I guess… I think they've got something planned up there… I ought to go and see what's happening… but someone's got to stop with Chloe… we try to keep a safe club here… and someone has to stay down here,.. I shall probably get the sleeping bag out and stop down here tonight," he explained before answering Tracy's question directly. "So why don't you just get yourself dressed, then follow them up there… I'll stop here and keep Chloe company… and if you can, try and get someone down here to relieve me for half an hour or so."
Tracy looked concerned, but she could also see a way of turning this to her own advantage.
"Tell you what Walter," she said, "you go back to the house, and I'll stop with Chloe until you get something organised."
Walter managed a smile and he looked somewhat relieved.
"Are you sure Tracy?" he asked. "You don't mind stopping down here for a while?"
Tracy nodded her head.
"Sure Walter," she replied, "You carry on... I'll get myself dressed then have a little chat with Chloe to keep her company."
Walter's smile got even bigger.
"Tracy, you're bloody wonderful," he told her, "I won't be long, and I'll get someone to relieve you as quickly as I can."
"You do that then Walter," replied Tracy, "and there's no need to rush, I guess I've had enough excitement for one night anyway."
Walter chuckled this time.
"I'll still organise something though… I think you ought to see what else goes on at the club… and maybe join your cousin up there in the garage," he said.
It was Tracy's turn to smile.
"I think she's found some company already… she probably doesn't want me hanging around with her anyway," she told him.
Walter nodded his head. He had seen Wendy and Tim in the crowd standing next to each other and holding hands.
"I guess she doesn't," he said, "but I just thought you'd be better off up there with everyone else,… and getting stuck into some activity."
Tracy could see the reluctance on Walter's part at leaving her down here alone and missing out on all the fun.
"Look Walter, I'm fine… just go and sort everything out… and I'll wait… It's no hardship,… honest," she told him.
Walter smiled.
"Okay Tracy,.. I give in… I'll head back to the house and get things organised," he told her, then as he began to turn and walk away he added: "And by the way Tracy, thanks for the little show you put on tonight, you certainly livened up the procedures. I bet they're all up there talking about it now."
Tracy laughed at the thought.
"It was the least I could do Walter," she replied, "now go on, I'll see you later."
Walter finally got to moving away. He said a few comforting words to Chloe on passing, then hastily made for the gate. He was carrying Chloe's clothes with him. Possibly to keep them safe and dry in the house overnight.
Tracy smiled as Walter departed. She was alone with Chloe at long last. She had a plan of sorts worked out, but waited for the gate to click shut before doing anything. Only when Walter was finally gone, did she cross the grass to her own pile of clothes. But instead of getting dressed, from the jacket pocket she collected a few paper tissues, then returned to the mound to stand in front of the pillory.
"You're in quite a mess," she told Chloe. "Come on… face up… let's see what we can do about it."
Tracy stooped down and began to wipe away the mess with a tissue.
 "Sorry Chloe, but that's the best I can do," she said once all the tissues were used up.
At least the face was clear, if still a little grubby, but the hair remained a mess, still caked in congealed milk, but there was little Tracy could do about that.
Tracy was still stooping low, and there remained some eye contact.
"That's fine thanks Tracy," Chloe told her. "I'll be all right now… you go and join the others and have some fun."
"I promised Walter I'd stay here and keep you company until relief arrives," she explained.
Under the circumstances it was difficult to see how Chloe could smile, but she did so anyway.
"Walter's a great big softy," she told Tracy. "Sometimes I wish he didn't care so much."
Tracy nodded her head as if in agreement with Chloe's sentiments.
"I guess he is a softy," she said with a sigh.
Tracy rose to her feet. Stooping low was getting uncomfortable. Standing before Chloe, she held out her hand and opened it up in front of Chloe's face. She was still in possession of the key to the padlock, and did not know what to do with it.
"What should I do with this?" she asked.
Chloe focused on the key held in the palm of the hand.
"Best give it to Walter... He'll organise for someone to be here in the morning to let me out," she told her.
This statement  surprised Tracy.
"Why?… Where will Walter be?… Won't he be here to let you out?… He told me he'd be staying down here with you all night," she exclaimed.
Within the constraints of the pillory, Chloe shook her head.
"He has to go to work in the mornings… He's a doctor, or psycho-analyst, or something like that,… He runs a surgery from nine to five, so he'll have to leave about eight… but don't worry, he'll find someone to come along and release me at nine o'clock,… he won't let me be locked in here forever… honestly he won't," she explained.
This set Tracy thinking, and she began to formulate another plan. If someone was needed to come down here in the morning, then that person ought to be herself.
"You mean nobody else lives here?," she remarked. "Someone's got to come along to let you out?"
Chloe nodded her head the best she could. Something more difficult than shaking it from side to side.
"Walter's not married and he lives alone. I think he secretly looks forward to Wednesdays," she told Tracy.
Tracy tried hard not to smile. Everything was fitting in perfectly.
"Look Chloe," she said, "I'll do it… I'll come and release you in the morning… I only live about five minutes drive from here, and it'll be no trouble to pop over and let you out."
Chloe looked up the best she could and smiled.
"That would be so nice Tracy," she told her. "At least I can spend the night not wondering who's going to come and let me out."
Tracy smiled too, but more for herself than Chloe. Everything was falling into place quite nicely. Wendy had attached herself to Tim, and she herself had managed to befriend Chloe without making it all looking too contrived.
Just then the latch on the gate clicked and Tracy turned her head. A couple, a man and a woman, both in their late twenties, possibly early thirties appeared. It seemed like the promised relief had arrived.
On seeing the couple stepping towards the pillory, and realising that she had not as yet put her own clothes on, Tracy decided to bid farewell to Chloe for the time being. She had other things to attend to: Namely Wendy's welfare.
"It looks like your new minders have arrived," Tracy told Chloe, "I guess I'd better start getting myself dressed."
And with that Tracy moved quickly to her pile of clothes.
Once Tracy was fully dressed, she turned to say a final word to Chloe. The relief couple that had arrived were stood to either side of the pillory and talking to her now, and she did not particularly want to get involved. She had other things on her mind anyway. She was curious as to how Wendy was getting on with Tim.
"I'll see you in the morning then Chloe,.. I'll be here just before eight so as to catch Walter before he leaves," she called across to the centre just as she was about to leave.
Chloe raised up her head and directed her vision the best she could in Tracy's direction.
"See you in the morning then Tracy, and thanks again for everything that you've done," Chloe called back.
Tracy gave a little grin.
"Yes, see you in the morning Chloe… I'll be here nice and early… I promise," she replied loudly.
And with that Tracy turned and made her way to the gate, then out from the compound.
Chloe could wait until the morning. After all she was not going anywhere. Right now it was more important to help cement the budding relationship between Wendy and Tim.
 
End of Chapter Twenty