Saturday, May 7, 2011

A night at the club

"Ah, there's my girl, excellent," he said when she came downstairs. 

She was poured into a completely see through nude body suit.  The stretchy nylon was tight on her skin like stockings and had some sort of shimmer to it so it looked as though her skin was glowing.  The front plunged below her navel, then laced up in a thin black cord, leaving her chest nearly bare, not even the pretense of coverage of any kind.  Where on earth could he be taking her in something like this?  More of the five inch heels.  This time a mesh that buckled on the side. 

He had changed to another pair of his comfy jeans and a plain dark t-shirt with a leather jacket.  She wasn't allowed a coat or cover of any kind and he made a point to tweak her nipples when he hooked her seatbelt for her.  They pulled up at an innocuous looking place.  It could have been just about any private club or restaurant in town.  From the outside, it didn't seem to be anything special.  A valet took the car with perfect deference and not even a glint that he found her naked body odd or unusual.  Brad showed a card at the front door and they were allowed to enter.  Once inside, it was like stepping into Wonderland. 

The room was filled with nearly naked people.  Topless girls, pierced nipples, tattoos were everywhere she looked.  People were crawling on the ground and being led by leashes that were attached to collars or nipples or cunt rings.  Right up front there were two oversized bird cages.  One was empty but the other contained a girl wearing only a waist cincher and high heels who was gyrating to the music that blared in the background.  The bars of the cage were wide enough for people to reach through and touch her as they liked and there wasn't enough room in the cage for her to move away from them.  Brad nodded to the other empty cage.  "That's your spot," he said, leading her to it.  She looked at him shocked and scared.  He took a moment to give her a deep kiss.  "You can do it, you're my girl."  Yes, she was his girl, she could do it.  Maybe anyway.  She took some deep calming breaths and decided she was going to try her best.

He opened the door and she stepped up about two feet onto the floor of the cage.  He cuffed each of her hands to vertical bars that ran along the inside of the cage.  He gave her one last deep kiss that filled her with strength and then closed the door, putting a heavy looking padlock on it.  He tucked the key safely into his pocket and patted it. 

"Get to work Kaity.  Hopefully, you'll collect more coins than the other girl." He smirked at her. "Or maybe hopefully you won't.  Either way, it works for me."  She had not even noticed the coin box at the front of the cage.  The other girl's owner was just emptying her box so they were starting on a level playing field.  What on earth would he do if she lost the contest?  She couldn't imagine.

He walked away, leaving her in the cage.  She took a moment to figure out what to do and started rolling her hips back and forth, then shimming her shoulders making her breasts bounce.  The other girl had much smaller tits than she did, maybe that would play in her favor.  She shook her hair a bit, too bad it wasn't long and luscious like the other girl's was. It would be one day of course now that she was growing it out for him, but she was a long time off from hair she could toss around. 

She realized she could slide her hands up and down the vertical bars, squatting down to the ground if she wanted.  That might help.  Yes, two people tossed something into her box with that move.  She pushed herself back up and went back to her shimmy and hip roll, then thrust her pelvis forward, like a dry hump.  Bingo, more coins in her box. 

She was trying to spot Brad in the crowd but it was impossible.  She was surrounded by people now, men, women, some she wasn't sure about.  She shrieked and jumped when a hand grabbed her ankle.  Now there was a hand on her ass, digging into her skin through the body suit.  The slats of the cage were wide enough for most any arm to reach in.  There were only a few inches of room on each side so she couldn't move away.  Her own hands were bound so she couldn't push them away.  They could grab and grope and pinch and fondle at will. 

And they did.  Hands ran over the stretchy nylon of her thighs and over her mound.  Fingers pinched her nipples, groped her breasts and dug into her ass.  She tried to remember the goal and to keep dancing.  As terrifying as this was, the penalty for losing the contest would probably be worse.  Someone tried to poke a finger right into her asshole, but fortunately the body suit prevented them from penetrating very far.  Her cunt soon received the same treatment every time she moved her legs enough to allow for it.  She felt trapped.  Squat and pump and earn more coins along with more invasive hands and fingers, or try and stand as still as possible and still get felt up nearly as much, plus lose the contest and suffer god knows what penalty. 

She jerked and squealed and groaned when one muscular man made it his mission to put dozens of tight pinches over the front and back of her thighs.  How long would this go on?  How many people had put their hands on her?  How many more would there be? 

The music pulsed in her head, a hard strong tuneless beat that she couldn't focus on.  She'd lost track of whether there were a lot of coins going into her box or not.  She squealed again.  A dark haired girl had caught her pussy lips in a tight vise-like grip.  The girl pinched impossibly hard and even twisted the lower lips while another woman striped the dark haired girl's bare behind with a fierce looking crop.  Finally, the beating stopped and Kaitlyn was released.  Tears rolled down her face and she couldn't even wipe them away. 

He was back, but only long enough to pat her flank, tell her she was doing well and then move away again.  Her heart soared when she saw him, then fell again when he left.  She bucked herself back up.  She was doing this for him.  Whether he watched or not, whether she knew if he was watching or not, it was all for him.  That's all that mattered.   She took courage and tried a few more squats, rewarded by the clink of coins in her box.  Of course the trade off was a hand on her snatch and a man that tried to impale his thumb into her asshole.  Thank god she had the small protection of the body suit, unlike the other girl.

It seemed that she'd been dancing for hours.  Maybe she had, she had no idea.  An air horn blew.  He was back to empty the coin box and do the count.  Brad and the other owner were brought up to the stage, coin boxes in hand.  Two men in top hats sat at a small table and made piles of the coin.  Kaitlyn bit her lip and waited for the verdict, trying to ignore the hands that still roamed over her.  Brad and the other man laughed together and shook hands, but she couldn't hear what they were saying.  The men in the top hats conferred and then a naked girl was throwing confetti over the other man.  Brad laughed again and made his way to Kaitlyn's cage. 
"Sorry sweetheart, you lost this one.  Hop out." He fished the key from his tight pocket and opened the lock on the door and then unhooked her cuffs.  She was shaking and sobbing when he took her hand to help her down. 

"Shhh," he said, gathering her to his chest and stroking her hair.  "You're going to hyperventilate like that.  Calm down a moment.  You know I won't let any actual harm come to you don't you?"  She nodded against him, unable to make real words.  "Ok, you ready?" he asked after she got herself together.  Again, she nodded against him.  "Use your words Kaity, I need to hear you say that you're ready." 
"I'm ready," she whispered. 
"Say it like you mean it," he said, looking at her closely.  She was almost there, but he wanted to be sure she was good to go first.
"I'm ready."
"Good girl, here we go."  He took her up to the stage and had her mount some steps to a platform that was a few feet higher.  Hands behind her neck, she stood in front of them all and tried to tune them out, focusing only on him.  A naked girl with pierced nipples and labia handed him a pair of scissors.  He spread her legs apart and she held her breath while he brought the sheers to her crotch.  He was snipping a hole in her body suit, the cold steel of the scissors touching her skin as he snipped the fabric.  He handed the scissors off and in front of everyone, shoved two fingers into her cunt.  She closed her eyes, trying to keep herslef on center, but opened them quickly at his punishing slap on her leg.  Yes, she knew better than that.  Probably a penalty later on for that one.
He took his fingers from her and stood up in front of her so that she could lick her juices from him in front of everyone.  Yes, she was wet.  Crazy as it was.  And now everyone knew it as if there was any doubt.  Someone pulled a curtain open and she gasped.  Sticking straight up was a large fat vibrator, attached to the top of a pole that was secured to the floor.  She was led to it and some adjustments made.  She could see that she would be impaled on it and it would fill her completely.  He captured her mouth, reminding her that she was his.  She was doing this for him and she could do anything.  She was his Kaity and he was making all her dreams come true.   

© 2011 André Santhomas

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