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Digital Slave v3
(Melissa DuVant)
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Digital Slave Volume 3 Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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Chapter Three: The Show Never Stops Chapter Five: Dancing with Strangers Chapter Seven: Training Begins Chapter Ten: A Reward is Offered Chapter Eleven: Locked Into Training Chapter Fourteen: Not Yet an Awakening Chapter Fifteen: Tight Preparations Chapter Sixteen: Not-So-Private Party Chapter Seventeen: Posture Perfect Chapter Eighteen: Locked Into Dancing Chapter Nineteen: Enforced Ornamentation Chapter Twenty: Sealed for Freshness Chapter Twenty-One: Debut Performance Chapter Twenty-Two: Public Show Chapter Twenty-Three: Rave in a Cage Chapter Twenty-Four: A New Life Prisonette's Dilemma: Chapter 1 - An Uneasy Meeting I watched a lot of k-pop videos as research for this. So many tight butts, flat bellies and long, toned legs, and now I can't get the damn lyrics out of my head, despite not understanding any of them! AoA are pretty damn hot though. The day of the show Ji-Woo could hear the audience gathering, a vast murmur that permeated the entire arena as the warm-up acts performed. Her body felt hot and fevered, sweat prickling her skin. She could feel a biting, urgent lust between her legs, but her arms were shackled to the ceiling, preventing her from being able to touch herself. That and the cold, blue eyes of the Director, just a look enough to make Ji-Woo whimper. Her earpieces must have been set to allow noise in, and she was thankful for something other than the perpetual, crushing silence that was all that she was normally allowed. Or gasps of suffering and pleasure, that she could never tell if they were her own or not, often couldn't even tell what sounds she was making herself. Brushes flicked over her face as her makeup was done, jewelry attached to her body. She winced as her belly-stud was changed, aching in remembered pain from when her body had been pierced and the feeling of how the metal had intruded forcefully into her body. Of course, that had been nowhere near as bad as the piercings on her lower lips, golden rings on both sides, puncturing the sensitive flesh as she had begged and whined, unable to move but being forced to watch as her body was molded and violated. She shook her wrists, hearing chains tinkle, going still when those blue eyes focused on her, not wanting to draw further attention or punishment. The Director approached, Ji-Woo flinching away as a cool, smooth hand brushed her cheek. 'The performer is ready.' The hand brushed down her naked body, the attendant standing back as the Director ran her fingers down Ji-Woo's stomach, flicking at the short chain running from her navel, before lightly resting fingers between her legs. Despite herself, she tensed her thighs, feeling a wetness start to gather. One of the rings was tugged on, forcing her to shift her hips forward, the Director kissing her on the lips, her tongue intruding into Ji-Woo's mouth, sliding against the stud on her tongue, something else that had been forced onto her before withdrawing. 'The performers have been prepared. They will perform as they have been trained to, or there will be consequences.' Ji-Woo whimpered, as did Lily and Aeri, her fellow performers. They were restrained as well, with metal shining from piercings, wrists bound by chains attached to the ceiling. It was an effort to speak, her tongue feeling fat and heavy. 'Yes, Director.' The smile she received was still razor-sharp, but at least it was better than being hurt again. 'Good doll.' Ji-Woo wasn't allowed to dress herself, as a masked beautician pulled clothing onto her. A squidgy plug slid into her backside, stretching the tight hole, attached to latex hot pants that clung to the shape of her body, except for enough thin padding over her crotch to hide the piercings. A small vibrator was slid into her crotch, her body easily wet enough to receive it. Her wrists were released, but she didn't dare do more than lower her arms without permission, simply holding her arms outspread, like a doll. A latex top was pulled over her body, compressing her breasts, the tightness making her feel even more aroused, as her flesh was sealed into the tight and confining material. It left most of her stomach and back bare, but fully sealed her right arm away, including a glove. She moved her fingers, feeling the resistance, the material trying to force her into a particular shape. It had a bulge around the wrist to accommodate her cuff, the metal shining through. Even the O-ring looked shiny and ornamental, despite being strong enough that she knew, from bitter experience, that she couldn't break it. Around her neck was her collar - that was never removed, except for when she was fully restrained and being examined. It was bright metal, beautiful, warmed by her own body, but she could feel the prongs against her neck, waiting to shock her if she misbehaved. Now, whenever she moved, she could feel the plug in her ass shifting, the material around her body fighting her, as her juices started to flow, her arousal spiking. She bit her lip, trying to focus, not wanting to commit any mistakes that would get her punished even before they started to perform. 'Legs.' As soon as the order came, she obeyed. Latex stockings slid up her thigh, leaving just a strip of bare flesh between her hot-pants and the stocking top. She could see herself in a reflection in the mirror, a being more of shining black flesh than living, her collar shining brightly, her face beautiful and perfect, despite her roil of emotions inside - lust and fear mingling. There was a muted roar from the crowd as the warm-up act must have finished. High heels were laced tightly onto her feet, adding another few inches to her height, leaving her still shorter than the Director. The black of the heels merged with the black of the stockings, making them appear to be a single piece, except for the shining metal locks on her ankles that bound them into place. Ji-Woo tried to focus, although all she wanted to do was come, hot and heavy. The plug inside of her was distracting, but the vibe, even when passive, was worse, a threat that might stir to life at any moment, as well as turning her on by itself. The Director grabbed her by the collar ring, pulling her forward, and she just barely managed to keep her balance, adjusting to the heels. 'This one has trained you. Perform according to expectations, or suffer.' All three of them nodded - from the flushes on the faces of Lily and Aeri, they were both just as aroused as she was. The dressing room door opened and a stagehand appeared, gesturing at them both. After the warm air of the dressing room, the cooler passageways made Ji-Woo more awake, even more aware of how close to a climax she was, just from moving. The other two were also dressed in tight clothing, although Aeri was wearing a full bodysuit, probably to hide the lash-marks from previous punishments, but so tight that it showed every curve of her body, just as much as if she were naked. Lily was wearing even less material than Ji-Woo, her breasts covered by a diamond of material with barely-visible threads connecting and tethering it, her back completely bare, along with hot-pants. At the top of her neck was a black tattoo-mark, the sight of it making Ji-Woo's back itch, her matching mark seeming suddenly hot on her spine. Her heels were less brutal than Ji-Woo's, bringing them both to the same height. Above them they could hear the crowd, the sound throbbing and loud. She had to shake her head to remind herself it was real - with the earpieces, knowing what was true and what was simply a replayed sound was virtually impossible, but the sound, the feel of tens of thousands of people moving all at once, that couldn't be faked. Could it? They arranged themselves onto the below-stage lift in their starting positions, a stagehand raising fingers to count down. When all his fingers were down, the lift moved into life with a pneumatic hiss, dry ice billowing. Ji-Woo ducked her head, feeling her hair slither over her back, as music started to play. Beneath the usual music track, she could hear desperate, orgasmic grunting, adding another twist of desire to the heat building within her. Beneath the latex, she felt feverish, sweat beading on her skin. The stage stopped moving, and she started to dance, body moving on pure instinct. Every lesson, etched into her body and mind with pain and degradation, starting to flow back out, as she twisted around, stroking her hands against Aeri before striding forward with a hip-rolling strut, mouthing the words. She couldn't see the crowd as individuals, simply an amorphous mass in the darkness, countless glowsticks making tiny dots and slashes of light in the darkness, colors merging and running together. As she bent over, running her hand up her leg in a seductive gesture, the plug got pulled even more tightly into her, and she barely managed to keep on-time and together. Rolling down and onto her back and having Lily pull her legs wide as she stroked her hand between her legs almost sent her over the edge again, even the lightest touch she could manage still another powerful stimulant, her pussy twitching of its own accord, the sexual groans in her ears getting even louder, threatening to overpower the music. If they weren't entirely her own imagination! She could feel herself in the latex, pussy slick with juices, glad that the hotpants were so tight that there was no leakage. But the thought of her own arousal, and of being looked at by thousands of people made her even more turned on! She wanted to come! She could feel the orgasm tingling up her spine, an ever-increasing surge of lust that would send her into a delirious state if she let it, and she so very badly wanted to. She tried to focus elsewhere, remembering the ice-cold eyes of the Director, the terrifying dark and numbness and isolation of the tank, but even that only slowed the advance, it didn't halt or reverse it. Ji-Woo moved onto all fours and crawled forward on the stage, Aeri planting a heel onto her. The posture made images flash into her mind, and she couldn't be sure if she was remembering things that had been done to her, or things she had been shown, of herself crawling like a dog, collared and leashed, before being spread wide and fucked in the ass, hot cum filling her up until she was overflowing, used and abused, again and again. Her collar gave a warning vibration, and she knew that the next thing it did would be to shock her. As she stood up, she grabbed Lily by her collar ring and pulled her close, looking into her deep brown eyes, currently hazy and lusty. The feeling of the woman's skin under her hands, of actual flesh rather than latex, of having some level of power and command, made her control slip for a moment, and she staggered. Lily helped to support her, and hopefully no-one noticed. But the motion bought them into closer contact, their bodies pushing together, and she could smell Lily's flesh, her own desires hot and pungent. Lily's breasts pushed against hers, and she was suddenly acutely aware of her own piercings, of the metal forced into her. Her collar thrummed for a moment, before the thing shoved into her pussy burst into spasmodic life. Pulling herself away from the warm support of Lily was a challenge - she wanted nothing more than to kiss her, to push her down and grind against her, to use the thinness of her hotpants to touch herself, to get off. The crowd cheered and hollered, watching their stars perform, and the thoughts of all those eyes suddenly turned her on even more. All those people, watching her, desiring her. How many people would be masturbating to her? The thought of that, of the cum being spilt over her, of herself being used as a fuck-doll cum-dumpster, glazed with sweat and semen, distracted her from the beat and she stumbled. The vibe gave another brief burst of activity and she fell, unable to stay standing, her legs simply too weak. She tried to stand, but the collar shocked her, and the sound in her ears changed to nothing but fuck-sounds, her own voice begging for pleasure, the slapping sounds of meat. Was that a recording or was that what she was saying? She couldn't tell anymore, as her fingers moved towards her crotch and she stroked herself through the material, feeling passion stir within her. The collar shocked her, again and again, as the yells of the crowd broke against her. So close! Just a little more... Then cool darkness stabbed into her neck, the collar delivering an anesthetic sting. She whined, her body suddenly limp and unresponsive. She rolled over, chest heaving as she tried to breath, the other two still dancing despite the fear in their eyes. The vibe twisted and danced, making her body buck and writhe, entirely outside of her own control. She came, a crescendo of sensation slamming into her, as tears filled her eyes, turning the glowsticks into sharp-edged diamonds as her vision was blurred. Everything was out of rhythm, out-of-synch, as her body twisted around, the stage slippery with her sweat, before darkness crashed over her, her mind unable to take any more, and she passed out, into a dark fugue of stretched-out desire, her pleasure overwhelming her. *** San Francisco
International Airport, Premium Departure Lounge *** Ji-Woo went to the bar to order another drink, smiling at the reactions, eyes following her, the light reflecting off her shiny black trousers, drawing attention to her ass. Given how much time she had to spend exercising and dancing, it was nice when someone noticed! And "someone", in this case, was practically every man in the room, more than a few wives and girlfriends looking annoyed or angry. She blew a kiss at one, then turned to the barman and ordered a coke. As she leaned on the bar, resting her face on her hand, she saw the barman's eyes sweeping over her body in appreciation, hovering on the gauze-covered cutout between her breasts. She tilted her head, twisting her hair around her finger as she tapped a red-painted nail against the can. He got the message, taking the can back and pulling the tab, before pouring it over ice. 'Good boy.' She took the drink back, returning to her seat, close to Lily and Aeri. Aeri always dressed drably when not performing - she was wearing plain jeans and a baggy hoody, drumming her fingers on her knees with her hood distorted by chunky headphones. Lily was sat cross-legged, her garishly bright top drawn tight against her breasts, although it didn't cling as tightly as Ji-Woo's. Her blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face, lips drawn in concentration as she played some game on her tablet, vaguely responding to Ji-Woo with a gesture. 'Never flown first class before, wonder what it'll be like?' 'We've never even left the states before! We're drawing a lot of attention.' Ji-Woo arched her back, her top tightening against her breasts, drawing more eyes. 'We've got some therapy sessions as well, some super-advanced spa place. Could do with a break, we've been on the road for ages!' Lily suddenly lunged forward and hugged her, her breasts squishing together. 'Yes! And we get to perform in front of even bigger crowds.' Ji-Woo tried to hide her pleasure at the thought - being the center of attention, having all those eyes focused on her, looking at her body, following her every move, excited her, in ways she couldn't explain or put into words, other than having to furiously masturbate after every performance in order to ease the tension she felt. Having hundreds or thousands, or even more, all looking at her, with a mix of lust, desire and jealousy... She shivered in delight, imaging herself in tight PVC, leather or latex clothing, molded to her body, showing herself off as she performed for fans. She tensed her legs, loving the way that her trousers clung to her body, feeling her heat quicken. She tried to cover her feelings by drinking her coke, hoping it wasn't too obvious. She did have a reputation to uphold, as being aloof and stern. It was so pleasant watching the fans try to draw her attention, to make her show emotion. An attendant came over, telling them that their flight was now boarding. Ji-Woo drank down her coke before following her onto the plane, being shown into the first-class area. The first-class area of the plane was more like the lobby of a fancy hotel suite, albeit on a small scale. There was a bar, staffed by a flight hostess, and then doors into each of the cabin-suites. There were only three other people there - a tired-looking businesswoman that was already heading into a cabin, talking on her phone and what looked like a couple. The woman was facing away from her, a backless silk dress showing off a flame tattoo over her back, the low lights sparkling off heavy metal bracelets and a very thick necklace, all of gold. The man... Ji-Woo licked her lips. He was tall and strong-looking, his sharply-tailored suit showing his wealth and broad shoulders. The woman caught Ji-Woo looking and glared at her, ice-blue eyes narrowing as she moved closer towards him, rubbing against his shoulder. He smiled at her, then patted her on the head, and her whole demeanor changed, from fierce and frosty to suddenly melting, rubbing against him, almost nuzzling at him. She winced at the overt and public show of affection - she should have some shame! And being that dependent and needy on someone, that was just pathetic! She pursed her lips and blew him a kiss, the woman baring her teeth, almost hissing back, her teeth bright and sharp looking. The man soothed her by rubbing his hand down her back, rubbing her bare flesh until she looked somewhat calmer. A smartly-dressed air hostess approached, smiling at them. 'Your cabins are this way. Food will be served soon according to your requirements, and there is also drink.' Away from the bar, there was a passageway, cabin doors on either side. Each room was like a hotel room, with a desk, a large bed, various panels looking like they could fold down or open up. Their luggage had already been bought in, a wardrobe open to show her clothing, neatly hung up, black leather boots polished and on the ground. The air hostess pushed her hand against a wall-panel, the thing clicking and then opening up, revealing a mini-bar, well-stocked with drink and snacks. 'Please, relax and enjoy yourselves. This is your cabin, Ji-Woo and Lily. Aeri, you are next door. There is a shower, and you each have a water allowance. Please let the chef know your meal choices, and they will be served in three hours - 7 PM, local time. If you wish to mingle in the lounge, the game will be shown. The cabins are fully soundproofed though, if you wish to rest instead.' She pulled another panel, this one twisting around, a tablet unclipping from the wall. 'This can be used to control all the lights and other facilities, and to make requests for services. If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to call.' She passed the tablet to Ji-Woo, who looked at the options on offer - she flicked a slider-bar to one side, the lights fading out into darkness, the only light coming through the porthole. She quickly bought them back up, the hostess giving her a patient smile, before stepping away. The door closed behind her, the panel sliding shut, a barely-perceptible "click" sounding as it locked. It really was like a hotel room! Lily threw herself onto the bed, sinking into the soft mattress, kicking off an ornamentally folded twist of cloth, the thing unfolding as it fell to the floor. 'I can't believe we're flying like this! I guess there's only limited space, so I we have to share.' She rolled to one side of the bed, her garishly bright top looking a little out place against the simple and massively expensive surroundings. Her foot rolled off the edge, hitting the raised edge, the top popping open. She looked inside, then reached in to pull out a can of beer. 'It's a mini chiller! Hey, peanuts as well.' She tossed a bag to Ji-Woo, who opened it up, helping herself to some, before she went to the mini-bar and took out the wine. Lily looked at the beer with concern. 'Should we? We have to be careful and watch what we eat and everything.' Ji-Woo held herself up, holding her body tense on tiptoes, her trousers tight against her legs, top riding up to show her flat belly, before twisting to show off her tight backside. 'We've been doing dance practice every day for what feels like forever! I think we can survive a few drinks without becoming obese.' There was a gratifying metal pop and the hiss of the beer can opening, before Ji-Woo opened up the wine. It was probably ridiculously expensive, vintage stuff, and it did taste smoother than the, admittedly few, bottles of wine she had previously had, but it didn't seem that much nicer. She could feel it settling more deeply into her, making her belly feel comfortable and warm. She sat down on the bed herself, swigging more of the wine straight from the bottle. She heard a tune coming from her luggage, a synthesized beat. She still needed to work out a dance routine. She nodded her head in time to the beat, before opening up her bag and pulling out her phone with a sigh, putting the wine to the side. 'Good, you managed to make it.' It was a video call, her phone showing her a smartly-dressed woman, wearing a crisp business suit. 'Sorry I couldn't join you, but I'll be arranging things from this end.' Despite her remote presence, her eyes were penetrating, flicking about what she could see through Ji-Woo's camera. 'I do hope you are remembering your practice? The flight is long enough you can work through the routine and get in some singing practice.' Ji-Woo tried not to show any irritation on her face. They'd been doing some kind of training every day for months! Even on Sundays, they had to do stretches and calisthenics. Which had made her body amazing, but it was exhausting. 'Yes, manager. We'll do some work.' She tried to keep the camera angled away from Lily, as she sipped at the beer. 'Good. I had to pull some strings, but I managed to make some contacts with a very wealthy entrepreneur in England. He runs some very exclusive spas and relaxation centers, so you're staying there. Your diet and everything will be monitored - I've put a lot of work into you three, and don't want that to go to waste. You're starting to get popular, and we need to keep that going.' 'Be nice to get some decent shoots, rather than creeps and pervs with cameras. Could do with a music video that's not three minutes of my butt. I know I look good, but still.' 'I've lined up a few shoots, although there's new dance routines to learn for them. A bit sexier than some of your previous ones.' 'Thank god for that! After that cutesy little girl crap from last time, all those fluffy dresses.' She grimaced. 'Be nice to wear proper clothing.' 'I'm bringing a consultant in for that. I know you like tight clothing, so there's going to be some of that.' Ji-Woo wriggled slightly, feeling the tightness of her trousers, they way they conformed to her body, showing her off and drawing attention. 'Good! May as well make some teens cream themselves.' 'Don't do anything too excessive! There's a lot of training still, and remember your diets. And don't do anything to get into trouble! Covering up that crap you pulled last time was a lot of work. You're lucky someone over there liked you enough to pay for you to come over.' Ji-Woo rolled her eyes. 'Yeah, yeah, will do.' 'I'll leave you to it, then.' They rang off, and Ji-Woo rolled onto the bed herself, the sheets crisp and soft and clean. Lily clambered over her, a tangle of warm limbs and soft breasts as she continued to explore the cabin, finding all the hidden nooks and crannies, all the luxury of a hotel suite crammed into a far smaller space, most of the walls actually concealed shelves or drawers. And the contents all on someone else's dime! She grabbed a drink herself, the booze making her giggly and light-headed - with the constant exercise and restricted diets, she was never hungry, quite, but her body was always wanting more. And they'd been so busy, and together all the time, so there hadn't even been time for any fun, beyond watching the yearning looks from the crew whenever she walked around in her tight clothing. The door opened, a male steward stood there, holding a tray of food, two plates covered by metal trays. The slight bowing nod of his head was a pleasure to see, before he stepped forward, the door sliding shut behind him. 'Your dinner, madams.' Before he could put the tray down, hands wrapped around his waist, Lily letting one hand drop between his legs and carefully fondle his crotch. With his hands still full, he couldn't push her away, as she started to stroke his cock. 'We've not had any fun for ages!' Her voice was childish and wheedling as her hand continued to stroke him, and he tried to pull away, but couldn't with his hands still full. Lily pushed him towards the bed, before Ji-Woo took the tray from his hands and put it onto the desk, turning around to rub her ass against his crotch, reaching up to wrap her arm around him. She could feel that he was already getting hard, his face flushing. 'I have other...' 'Shhh, just let us have some fun.' Ji-Woo stood aside to let Lily push them over onto the bed, keeping her arms wrapped about him, quickly wriggling behind him and keeping his arms trapped. She kissed him on the neck as Ji-Woo shook out her long black hair, pushing her shoulders back and then trailing her fingers down her body, showing off her curves. With the tight trousers and top on, it displayed all her assets, and she ran fingers across her trim belly, leaning in until she was almost, but not quite, touching him. 'Be a good little boy and you might get a treat. This must be far more fun than fetching food for everyone, right?' She drew back, continuing to twist and gyrate, playing with her breasts, feeling a slow and gentle heat welling up inside of her, focused between her legs. He groaned, as Lily slid a hand underneath his shirt, nailed fingers stroking at his nipples, her other hand stroking between his legs, where his smart trousers were tenting from his rapidly growing cock. 'Such a naughty boy!' Lily continued to tease him, as Ji-Woo danced, making sure she showed all of herself off. The power she felt, his gaze rapt on her curves as she twisted and danced, then dropped down low and spread her legs wide, stroking up her thighs, then lent back into an arch, was an aphrodisiac. Being worshipped with a gaze, his breath starting to quicken and shorten, her own desires swelling up. The training had kept them so busy, she hadn't had time for more than a few hasty touches before collapsing into bed each night! But now she had a captive audience, worshipping her with his gaze, eyes fever-bright as she stared at her. She moved in close again, almost crawling, letting her hair fall onto his legs. Lily was still stroking his through his trousers, the outline of his cock clearly visible, He sighed, Lily's other hand feeling about under his shirt, tickling his belly as Ji-Woo rose up and stood again, between his legs, shaking her body so that her tight buttocks brushed against his cock through his trousers. She could feel the urgent, throbbing warmth of it as she gave him a slow and sultry lap-dance, just barely touching him, his tight hardness separated only by her tight leathers and his own trousers. A gentle touch to his face made him squeak, and then she moved in, her face close to his, his eyes vacant and mouth sliding open. A kiss to his cheek made his exhale in a nervous sigh, as Lily started to massage his cock through his trousers. Between his spread legs, Ji-Woo continued to dance, stroking her own breasts again, leaning back to let him see her - with all the work that had gone into her body, it was nice to be able to use it, to show it off fully! And then he gasped and spasmed, Lily's teasing too much, taking him over the edge. He sagged, needing Lily to support him as his eyes clouded. 'Well, that was a little disappointing. I was hoping for a little more. Although at least he didn't make a mess on me.' There was a darker, damp spot visible on his trousers where he had come inside them, the material soaking in the cum. 'I wonder if he has a spare pair?' She felt at his crotch again. 'Awww, he's shrinking away already! That's no fun.' Ji-Woo snapped her fingers in front of his face until some consciousness started to return to his eyes. 'Thanks for the food, you can go see everyone else now. Aeri might want some as well. She's not as friendly though, so don't expect anything special from her.' She stalked to the door, watching his eyes in the mirror as they followed the swaying of her buttocks. When she opened the door, the air from outside was slightly cooler, seeming to wake him up more, as Lily pushed him up from the bed, patting him on the backside before giving him a push, and he stumbled away. Ji-Woo ran her hand down his back, savoring the way that he shivered, before pushing him outside, closing the door and triggering the lock to seal it shut. Then she turned back to Lily and they looked at each other, before both of them giggled. 'He was fun!' Lily rolled over on the bed, awkwardly pulling her jeans down and starting to rub at herself, eyes fixed on Ji-Woo. 'Can I... can I have a dance as well?' Ji-Woo stalked towards her, swaying her hips before striking a pose, and then starting to dance again, as Lily stripped, her slender and toned form appearing from beneath her clothing. Her eyes were bright and wide, devouring Ji-Woo's form. When she reached out, Ji-Woo stepped back and shook her head, Lily making a disappointed whine. 'You may look, but not touch.' Lily spread her legs wide, gently stroking herself as she watched Ji-Woo dance, biting her lip as Ji-Woo danced again. The pressure between her own legs was expanding and growing, soft fingers ripping up her spine, her breasts feeling hot beneath her top, her whole body afire. She moved forward suddenly, pushing Lily down and straddling her, pinning her arms between her own legs. She kept twisting and grinding, smiling at Lily's limp obedience, unable to touch herself any more, her head coming up to kiss between Ji-Woo's legs. The pressure sent another tingle through her, as she undid her trousers, trying to pull the tight material down smoothly. That wasn't possible, so she had to move off Lily, pulling the trousers down enough to reveal her own wet pussy, her legs forced tightly together. Lily moved towards her, tongue already out before it slid along Ji-Woo's hip, then into her shaved slit. Ji-Woo rested a hand on her head, lightly gripping Lily's blonde hair, not liking the way her half-off trousers bound and restrained her legs, but thrusting forwards. 'Mmm, yes...' Lily was skilled, her tongue sliding into Ji-Woo, twisting and twirling around, making her gasp in pleasure. A cock was far better, far more filling and satisfying, but this wasn't bad! 'Yes, yes!' Lily didn't respond, simply slurping and licking away, tasting deeply of Ji-Woo's pussy. It didn't take long for her to climax, her vision wavering as she had the first proper orgasm in months, feeling the sheets beneath her dampen with her juices. She had just enough strength to wipe herself off with the sheets and then pull her trousers back up before falling into a pleasant doze, the food entirely forgotten. Chapter Three: The Show Never Stops The rest of the flight had passed in a luxurious daze, between the post-orgasmic bliss and the food, exquisite even if slightly cold, and then sipping at the wine. When she looked out of the plane windows, dawn was breaking, the sunlight streaking against the cloud-cover beneath, perfect blue above soft and fluffy white. The vision was breathtaking, especially with a glass of (probably expensive) wine in hand, sat on the well-upholstered chair, with Lily in her own happy slumber. When they landed, there was all the fuss of customs, although they were waved through with impressive speed, Ji-Woo catching a glimpse of the hottie from before, his ice-eyed attendant still hanging onto his arm, giving her a warning glare before raising reflective shades to cover her eyes, backless dress showing off a rising flame tattoo that covered most of her back. Well, there would be plenty of others. And without the manager haunting them at every step, they might be able to sneak out and have some fun, rather than being trained hard every day and then locked into their rooms until the next day and the next training session. Outside of passport control, they moved into the arrival lounge. It was mid-morning, a clear blue sky behind the glass ceiling, busy with other people. A well-dressed young man was holding up a cardboard sign with their names on it, a messily-drawn star doing little to add to the effect. Still, despite the tatty sign, he was good-looking, and well-dressed in a tailored, but slightly tousled, suit, jacket slung over one shoulder, sign held in the other. His sleeves were rolled back, a silver chain-bracelet dangling from a wrist. Ji-Woo raised a hand to draw his attention and then approached. He smiled at her. 'Ji-Woo Jeong? I'm your driver.' He looked behind her. 'And this must be Lily Albright and Aeri Seong? I've had your luggage loaded already. You've got a show tonight as well, so I hope you rested on the flight.' Ji-Woo could still feel the slight stickiness between her legs, having been too busy relaxing to have bothered using the showers on the plane, her juices and traces of Lily's spit making her trousers stick slightly to her body. The man was good-looking, the traces of stubble adding a little hardness to his otherwise boyish features, hair slicked back, a pendant dangling around his neck. She wondered what it would be like to have him eat her out, the stubbled flesh scratching against her thighs. Would it hurt, or make it more exciting? 'The car's just outside. Best get moving before I get ticketed. No hand luggage? That makes things easier.' He turned and walked away, walking slowly so they could keep up. Compared to San Francisco and the plane, the air here was colder, Ji-Woo feeling it on her bare skin, wishing she had a jacket. There was some kind of premium carpark close by, every vehicle an expensive supercar, several other chauffeurs loitering around, a few smoking. There must be several million dollars' worth of car here! The driver led them to a sleek, silver car, the windows tinted, rear doors popping open as she approached. Inside was a full passenger compartment - like a limousine, but not as long, with a windowed partition between the rear and the driver's area, the glass currently down. As Ji-Woo sat down, she sank into the plush softness of the seat, the driver getting in the front and twisting to smile at her. 'Pretty fancy, right? And soundproofed if the internal window is raised. There's an intercom button if you want to speak to me, but if you don't want to, then it's like your own private room. Oh, and some food and drink. Specially formulated, just for you.' A cabinet popped open, revealing a fridge inside, stocked with transparent glass bottles, each with a funnel to let the contents be squirted into a mouth. The fluid inside was a creamy, off-white paste - probably loaded with vitamins, but Ji-Woo would rather have actual food. Still, if they were performing tonight, then it would be best to eat while they could. She strapped herself in, Lily and Aeri following her example. Aeri looked at the stuff and sighed, taking out a bottle and tilting it, the paste swelling up inside the feeding tube. 'Eugh, this stuff always makes me feel like a lab rat.' She tilted it again, raising it to her lips and drinking it. 'And it tastes gross!' She spoke to the driver. 'Can we stop off for some fast food?' 'Sorry Aeri. More than my jobs worth.' The car started up, moving with an easy power, the thrum of the motor barely detectable through the body of the vehicle. 'And there's not much time, as you'll need to get changed and prepped as well. Should be a decent crowd, few friends of mine are going. Good few thousand at least, and it's a decent venue.' Aeri took another slurp of the food-paste, before offering it to Ji-Woo, the straw still wet with her saliva. Ji-Woo took a sip, sucking the paste up into her mouth. It was thick and creamy, with a salty aftertaste that lingered at the back of her tongue. And a strange chemical tang to it, almost medicinal, harsher than the usual vitamin pills. The jetlag and aftereffects of travel suddenly seemed to hit all at once, and she yawned, settling into the comfortable seat, letting the warm leather surround her. Through the tinted windows, the city passed by in a shadowed blur - everything looked dark and a little grimy, lots of skyscrapers blocking out the sky, before she fell into a numb doze, Lily's head on her shoulder. *** A hand tapped her on the shoulder, and she tried to shake off her doze. Her hair had fallen into her eyes, and she started to move a hand to brush it away. Her shoulder tensed, her wrist pulling against something padded, unable to move, as her eyes adjusted to bright light. She could see her own face, reflected by a well-lit mirror in front of her. Latex-gloved fingers brushed against her face and she tried to pull away, but a band across her forehead held her head in place. She tried to move again - she was strapped into a well-padded chair, both her wrists and ankles restrained, as a masked beautician danced brushes across her cheeks, adding color there. Their eyes met hers, flat and expressionless as she tried to pull against her restraints - why did this makeup chair have padded cuffs locked around her limbs? She could see in the mirror that most of her makeup had already been done, her lips reddened, eyelids bronzed, hair styled. Although she couldn't move her head, she could see that Lily and Aeri were in chairs next to her, both being tended to by other make-up artists. Ji-Woo shivered, suddenly aware that she was naked - when had that happened? She strained against the cuffs again, trying to break free. A hand patted her on the head, and she could see the reflection of red latex in the mirror, a woman with short brown hair and wearing a bright red latex catsuit standing behind her. The latex clung to every swell and curve of her body, showing off her breasts and curvy hips, large glasses sat on her nose. 'Oh good, you're awake now. You three must all have been tired from the flight - we've been getting you ready for the show. And you do look beautiful.' She gently twisted her hands through Ji-Woo's hair, careful not to mess it up, the red latex shining through the glossy black strands. 'I did like those trousers you were wearing. Lovely and tight! An outfit has been picked out for you, I'm sure it will suit you. You've already been powdered up, so it should be easy to wear.' Ji-Woo pulled at the restraints again - they were well-padded so there was no pain as she tried to break free, but they held fast, the metal not budging even slightly. 'What's this? Let me go!' The woman stroked her head again. 'Shhhh, you need to relax. The warm-up acts are almost done, so you've not got long until you're on. And Lily and Aeri are just waking up as well. Let me just get your clothing - we'll have to work together to get it on. Your makeup looks lovely, by the way.' Beneath the conversation, Ji-Woo could hear the thrum of a crowd, of music throbbing and echoing. She glanced at herself in the mirror again - she did look amazing, but she'd rather be free! 'Let me get you out of that, and then we can get you dressed and wired up for sound. It's pretty busy, I think you've got a full house.' 'Couldn't you have woken me up?' She made another attempt at moving her wrists, but with no more effect than before. Having her head patted felt somewhat patronizing, but there was no way for her to escape it, before the woman stepped away to a clothing rack, returning to view in the mirror with something black and gleaming. 'You all seemed very tired - jetlag, I suppose. But you've been fully prepared already.' She peeled apart the items from the hanger, revealing them as shiny black trousers and a vest, the back gauze, with long sleeves. 'So these should slide on nice and easily.' Ji-Woo looked at the clothing - the material was shinier than her usual leathers, but looked tight, the thought of going out to perform in that sending a thrill through her. Thousands of eyes, all fixed on her body, following her every movement, burning the image of her into their memories, making her a goddess to be worshipped and desired. 'Let me go!' She tried to make her voice commanding, but she still couldn't break free. 'Of course.' The chair jolted and clunked, the restraints sliding free around her wrists - they were half-curves of padded metal built into the arms of the chair, and then she raised her hands, carefully removing the headband so that she was completely free. Her skin felt strange - she had been dusted lightly with white powder, meaning she didn't stick to the leather chair at all. She shivered for a moment, fighting down a moment of shame at being naked, but the only people in the dressing room were Lily, Aeri, this strange woman, and three makeup artists, all looking identical in short green latex dresses, faces covered by surgical masks, two of them still working on Lily and Aeri. 'Now, let's get you dressed.' There was no sign of Ji-Woo's own clothing, as the tight trousers were shaken open. She stepped into them, the powder on her skin stopping her skin from sticking and making it easier to slide in, despite the tightness of the material. It felt different than leather, even thinner, and clinging more tightly. It had to be worked up her body, coming up her calves, then her thighs, then up over her hips. They were low enough to show off the indents of her belly curving from her hips into her thighs, but felt so tight there was no danger of them slipping down. The top needed her arms feeding in first, the latex tweaked and twisted into sitting smoothly on her flesh without any unsightly rucks or folds, coming all the way down to her wrists, with a cut-out just over her breasts, showing off her collarbone. The back was gauze and only covered the top and bottom of her back, with a large gap between, showing off her spine and back. She twisted, checking that she could still move, stretching her arms out to full extension, then standing on one leg and slowly extending the other. The way it stretched and moved with her was delicious, like a second skin, although one that meant she had to try just a little harder for every movement. Strappy high-heels were thrust at her, three-inch heels, and she put them on, absently noting that her nails had been painted bright red and manicured as she slept. Dressed on, she felt a little more secure, as the woman stepped back and scrutinized her. 'Lovely! Let me get you wired up as well.' Before Ji-Woo could move away, they had fetched a heavy metal collar and pulled Ji-Woo's hair out of the way, the cold metal clicking into place around her neck, heavy enough she could feel the weight pushing down on her. She touched it, running fingers along the smooth and burnished metal. 'Normally it's just a microphone...' 'Oh, that has one built in. And doesn't need a booster or anything, it's all integrated.' Ji-Woo's fingers stroked around the metal, unable to even find the crack where the halves met. She tried pulling on it, but the metal didn't give, snugly fitting around her neck, some prongs on the inside jabbing into her top of her spine, a chunky block on the back. 'It's very secure, there's no danger of it falling off. Oh, your friends are waking up now as well.' Both Lily and Aeri were stirring, the makeup artists helping them from their seats and dressing them, sliding sleek, black outfits onto them, emphasizing their slender and toned legs and smooth bellies. Aeri was still dazed-looking, her top a strip of black over her breasts, the rest of her torso only wrapped in gauze, her skin showing from beneath, while Lily's top cupped and highlighted her breasts, the piercing in her navel shining brightly. More of the microphone collars were attached, locking into place. 'Now, time to perform. Have this for some energy first.' She handed over a small vial of the food-paste, which Ji-Woo obediently downed, feeling heat surge through her body. She stood up straight, feeling more confident and walking towards the door, trying to move with a steady and balanced poise. Backstage was the usual messy concrete passages, but it was easy to tell what direction the stage was in from the sound. The heels were a little higher than she was used to, but the way they clicked against the ground was nice, and she noticed the looks she was getting from the stagehands and crew. Although given how tight her clothing was, and that she was wearing nothing underneath, that wasn't really a surprise! A man with a clipboard saw them approach, the side of the stage behind him, some other group Ji-Woo didn't recognize finishing off, the unseen audience cheering and clapping. They bowed and waved before filing off, the stagehand pointing at Ji-Woo, then holding up all five fingers, slowly peeling them down, one by one. When they were all down, Ji-Woo strutted onto stage, the other group filing off. Spotlights illuminated three dots, Ji-Woo heading for the center one, slightly ahead of the other two. The crowd were barely visible except by scattered glowsticks or mobile phones, but just knowing they were there sent a thrill through Ji-Woo. They were silent with anticipation, a single thing ready to react, and Ji-Woo posed, one shoulder leading, glancing up to see herself, huge and majestic, on screen to either side of the stage. The latex clung and showed her body, and she resisted the urge to twist to show her ass and breasts. 'Broken Chain!' The crowd roared and cheered as the beat started, the fog clearing from Ji-Woo's head. Despite having only just woken up, her body moved smoothly through the moves, thrusting her leg to one side as she kissed a finger, falling into the familiar rhythms. The sound surged around her like a living thing, slamming into her body as she and Aeri danced together, bodies pressed tight, supporting each other's weight as they swayed back and forth. Then Aeri dropped down, letting Ji-Woo put her foot on her, holding her arms out to sing the chorus. They moved through the rest of the set, Ji-Woo's body heating up from the movement, the roars and cheers of the crowd making her pulse race, feeling the crotch of the trousers tight against her slit, her juices starting to flow. Being on stage, being adored and respected! She posed between Lily and Aeri, all three of them stroking hands down their bodies in unison. She twisted to show her ass off, running a hand between her legs, the material so tight and thin that she could feel her fingers against her slit, her desire increasing. Lily stalked closer, hair swaying as she shook her body, pressing herself against Ji-Woo, their breasts pushing together, before Lily dropped to all fours, Ji-Woo stepping over her. The time seemed to pass in a flash, a rapturous roar of approval running through the crowd as they finished off and posed against each other, Ji-Woo feeling her own chest panting for air, the inside of the collar starting to get sweaty, Aeri and Lily both breathing hard as well, the visible parts of their body starting to get sweaty. And then, as soon as it had started, it was done and over. She waved and blew kisses as she left the stage. Then, as soon as they were off stage, she bolted for the toilets, ignoring the strain in her ankles from the heels, dashing into the women's toilet. As soon as she was in a cubicle, she started to stroke herself through the trousers, trying to pull the damn things down. Her hands were sweaty and slippery on them, and they were so tight it was a challenge to get them down, but she managed it with a sudden yank. She couldn't spread her legs wide with the trousers tight around her thighs, but was able to finger-bang herself, two fingers slipping deep into her wet slit. She managed to cover her mouth with her other hand, trying not to draw attention to herself, desperate for release, the sheer act of being adored and adulated making her hot and horny. It didn't take long to come, loosing herself in the soft bliss of orgasm, feeling herself gush over her own fingers. It took longer to recover herself, wiping her fingers clean on toilet paper, then having to fight the trousers back into place, feeling remnants of her juices wet and hot against her thighs and crotch, and getting her breath back. Her collar beeped at her - did it need new batteries? After checking that her trousers were back in place and not about to fall down, she went back to the dressing room. Lily and Aeri were both there already, both looking flushed from the dancing and performing. There was no sign of the woman in the red latex or any of the makeup artists, but Lily was holding up her phone and smiling. 'I've found somewhere we can have some fun.' Ji-Woo nodded, the after-rush of her orgasm still hot and powerful within her, a hit that she wanted to chase. They pulled on bulky hoodies and baseball caps to hide their faces, sneaking through the back passages, following the signs to the exit. Aeri was more hesitant, needing both Ji-Woo and Lily to push her along. The stage-crew they passed all were busy with other things, not bothering to question them, until they were outside again. Bright city lights surrounded them, expensive tower blocks looming to the heavens on every side, even the late-night streets still busy, clubs and bars doing their trade. This must be a wealthy area, for how everyone was dressed, women in expensive jewelry, designer handbags and dripping jewelry, the men in tailored suits. Lily led the way, leading them off the main street down a darker and smaller side-road. Ji-Woo paused at a shop-window - although the shop was closed, the window was well-lit, holding several mannequins, white and black plastic bodies wrapped in chains and cuffs, shining metal dripping from them. Ji-Woo reached up to touch her collar through her hoodie, rubbing at the metal, still trying to find out how to get the thing off - fine, it needed to be securely attached for performing, but it didn't need to be locked on, surely? But she still couldn't find even a hairline crack on the thing. And it was surprisingly heavy, chafing against her skin, prongs on the inside scratching her neck. She tried rotating it, but it was built with a definite curve, so the front dipped slightly to cover her throat, a heavier lump containing electronics at the back. They came to their destination, a lurid pink neon sign pointing at a heavy metal door, painted a bright blue. There were two bouncers stood outside, with a small queue in front of them, their IDs being checked before they were allowed in. Lily turned down an alleyway, stepping over an oil-slicked puddle and heading for a door propped open with a wooden block. Another bouncer was there, fiddling with his phone. He glanced at the three of them then nodded and stood aside to let them in, mistaking them for some of the performers. The doorway opened straight up into a dingy dressing room, fetishy and skimpy outfits untidily dangling from hangers, along with skimpy bras and panties, and staggeringly high heels. Two other performers were applying their makeup, looking at them without much interest. Ji-Woo could hear the music from the main area, the speakers not probably setup, bass too deep, the lyrics distorted and warped. This wasn't the sort of place people come to for music, but still, they should at least sort their equipment out! At least the smells here weren't too bad - there wasn't the reek of cum in the air, just a slight whiff of spilled and stale beer. Aeri looked around the corner, Ji-Woo following her - from here, she could see the main stage, a dancer currently spinning around a pole, holding her body upside-down and slowly spreading her legs wide, before flipping herself back upright. The place was quite busy, with a lot of customers staring at the performers. Scantily-clad waitresses, all dressed to show off legs, tits and ass, were serving them drinks, moving to and from the bar. As Ji-Woo watched, she saw another dancer in a sleek black bustier, a fluffy white tail above her ass and ears on her head, sway her way towards the audience, before twisting around and starting to grind her ass against a customer, pushing them into a seat and giving them a lap dance. She could see a rope barrier, guarded by another bouncer - that must be the VIP area. There was a backstage passageway that was headed towards that, so she followed that along, Aeri moving with her, looking nervous, her body tense. Ji-Woo sighed - Aeri needed to relax and get more used to this sort of thing! The passageway had multiple doors along it, all close to each other. One of them was open - on the other side was heavily-tinted glass, so dark that Ji-Woo could only see the vague suggestion of movement and people on the other side. There were circular holes at regular intervals, while a spotlight would illuminate whoever was in the booth. Ji-Woo reached into her pocket and pulled out a mask, a curve of leather with eye-slits to cover part of her face, before dumping the hoodie and stepping into the booth, pulling Aeri with her, as they masked up as well, making a nervous squeak. Well, if she wanted to be a good performer, this was part of her training! When she closed the door, a green light in front of her clicked on, along with a small text monitor. She posed coquettishly, pursing her lips and blowing a kiss at the tinted glass, Aeri shifting awkwardly behind her. The shadows shifted about, seeming to draw closer, the suggestion of movement through the holes as Ji-Woo pulled off the baggy hoody and dumped the cap on top of it. She posed and preened, running her hands down her body, drawing her top even tighter against her body, twisting to show off her ass. 'Aeri! You as well!' The latex was even tighter than the leather, and she could feel the warmth of her juices still between her legs. The thought of the watchers on the other side, watching her, added more heat to her body, especially when music cut in. In the cramped confines of the room, there was no choice but for her and Aeri to dance together, their bodies touching, Aeri starting to get into it more, shaking and stroking herself, although the expression on her face wasn't happy. Messages started scrolling along the display: "hot bods! Cute masks, kinky sluts. Shake what you've got!" She stroked between her legs, trailing her fingers between her thighs, bending backwards to show off her breasts, leaning against Aeri. In the small booth, the smell of sweat and cum was pronounced. She spread her arms and legs, exposing herself, smiling at the tinted glass, wondering how many people were looking at her. It wasn't long until the first cock poked itself through one of the holes. It was not yet fully erect, small and pink. She ducked down, blowing on it, the thing still growing and expanding. She breathed on it again, inhaling the heady scent. Then she kissed it from the side, nuzzling it between her lips before withdrawing and dancing again. She pressed herself against the wall, presenting herself against whoever was watching. The cock twitched, desperate and needy, wanting more attention, foreskin rolling back. She bent over, running her hands up her legs before rubbing her backside against it, feeling it bounce and slide against her shiny ass. And then she took it between her thighs, having to twist awkwardly so that the viewers could see her face at least in profile, tightening her legs around the shaft. All that separated her flesh from it was the scant latex, and she could feel the heat conducting itself into her body. There was a vague shadow on the other side of the tinted glass, and she saw several black beads of cameras, so those outside could fully see her. She drew back and twisted, spitting on the cock, white bubbles of spit bright on the pink flesh, before taking it between her thighs again. Now that it was lubricated, it slid between her thighs more easily, and she rocked back and forth, controlling the speed. It bucked and tensed, but she gripped it tightly, squeezing it between her thighs. She looked down, the thing protruding from between her legs, red-pink and swollen. Another cock, already fully erect, slid through another hole, and she reached out to stroke it. Aeri had flinched back, away from the shafts. Ji-Woo glared at her - she always needed coaxing and prodding! She could feel the cock between her legs, then grabbed at Aeri's collar when she moved closer, grabbing the metal ring and pulling her close. She kissed the other woman, full on the lips, tasting her fully, feeling her body tense, stiff and nervous. 'You should know how to behave by now! Perform, like a good girl.' Aeri didn't look too happy, but there was nowhere for her to go. She pulled away, shaking her backside, rubbing it against another cock that had come through a hole. There was a bottle of lube attached to the wall, so Ji-Woo squirted some onto her palm, the stuff cold and slimy as she rubbed her fingers together. With the cock tightly between her thighs still, she used her middle finger to stroke the crown, feeling it twitch again, keeping it squeezed tightly in place. 'Oh, are you a good boy?' She made her voice sickly-sweet, cutesy and girly. 'Do you deserve finishing off? A shame I can't hear you beg.' Was it her imagination, or did the thing twitch again? There were cameras watching her, so they could probably hear her. Messages streamed over the test-screen, encouraging her on. She kept rubbing her finger around the cock-crown, the lube letting her finger slide easily over the surface. 'What about you perverts watching me? What do you think?' The message board flashed with emoticons, hearts springing up, along with messages: "ride him, cowgirl!" "Show your ass more!" "Get that latex shiny and wet" "Tiny chick, you need a big cock to fill you" 'Well, I'm not sure if I should...' She blew another kiss at the camera, and then the thing between her thighs spasmed again, cum shooting out. It blasted across the small room, splashing onto Aeri's black-wrapped legs, white droplets slowly oozing down the shiny material. Aeri flinched and looked down at the stuff with distaste, but didn't stop dancing. 'Oh, what a shame.' Ji-Woo could feel the cock wilting away and released it from her grip, letting it droop. It stayed there for a moment before withdrawing, Ji-Woo twisting to blow it a kiss as it departed. Another soon came through to replace it, this one darker, and she cupped it in her hand, feeling the hot weight of the thing, gripping it and then lightly digging her nails into it. 'Oh, another one? So horny!' She let it go before stepping away, presenting herself again, rubbing her hands up her legs, lube smearing the shiny black material. Then she stroked her breasts, leaving more smears of the stuff around her chest. It would be nice to lick her fingers, but she had no idea if the lube was safe to eat. 'Two lovely cocks for me and my friend to play with! Hmm, so many choices. Such soft little things!' She teased them both, rubbing her hands along them, teasing and squeezing them until they were fully hard. One started to slide back and forth, and she gripped it more tightly, trying to stop it wriggling out between her fingers. She started pumping both her hands back and forth, dropping to her knees. Another cock slid through a hole in front of her, and she gave it a kiss, licking her tongue over it. This one tasted sweatier. It still responded to her attentions, growing as she flicked her tongue around it, then along the underside. Ji-Woo stood up and grabbed Aeri again, pushing down on her shoulders and pushing the other woman to her knees, pinching her nose and using her other hand to grasp a cock. Aeri tried to pull away, but Ji-Woo pushed harder, keeping her in place. 'Remember, a good performer should please their audience!' She moved the cock so that it knocked against Aeri's lips, currently clamped tightly shut. Aeri grunted, as Ji-Woo pinched her nostrils harder. 'Without me, you'd be nothing. So be a good little girl and open your mouth.' She knocked the cock against Aeri's face again, as the woman slowly opened her mouth. Ji-Woo tilted Aeri's
chin, then pushed her head forward, making her gulp down the shaft in a single
motion, feeling and hearing the assault on the soft, wet flesh. As she pumped Aeri's head back and forth, the
cock bucked, cum shooting out, spraying onto Aeri's face, some splattering over
her mask. Aeri groaned, but didn't fight
back as Ji-Woo used her hand to start stroking another shaft. The cock in her hand spasmed, cum shooting onto her. She felt droplets blast over her shoulder, some hitting her cheek in a hot blast. She squeezed the cock, stopping it from retreating, turning and giving it a kiss, tasting the aftermath. 'Oh, is that all? Such a shame we can't have more fun.' She let it go, flicking the tip as it retreated, the thing shuddering. She dropped to her knees and kissed the cock in front of her, rolling her tongue around it, leaving a slimy red lipstick mark on it. 'I wonder how long you'll last?' She kept kissing it, not taking it into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue and lips, as she continued to squeeze and pump the other one. It was large, completely filling her hand and then some - she wondered what it would be like to take it inside herself. Would it hurt, something of that size? Would it even fit? It wasn't long until the one in her hand ejaculated, another spray of cum shooting over her arm. Where it fell onto her latex sleeve, it split into creamy streaks and droplets, the material repelling the fluid. Aeri was sucking another cock now - kissing and licking along the length, leaving it wet with slobber, before it tensed, spraying her with another burst of jizz. The one in front of her, she continued to lick and nuzzle at, still without taking it into her mouth. Watching it desperately bob about whenever she retreated, desperate to be taken over the edge, was amusing. It was pointing up now, flesh tight and red, desperate and hard, and she licked her tongue up the underside again, before delicately licking the tip, tasting them again. 'Oh? Would you like to come?' She stroked it with a hand, making it nod and bob about. 'Such a desperate cock.' She could feel the desperate, yearning warmth, the cock pushing forward, balls now pushing through the hole as wall. She cupped them, then encircled where they joined the body and squeezed. 'So delicate!' She could see precum swelling up and gently rubbed and rolled it around, skimming her fingers around the crown, then up and down the length. Was it her imagination, or could she hear a desperate whimper? Ji-Woo squeezed the balls a little harder, moving her mouth close and puffing air over it. The cock twitched again, but it wasn't enough to cum. 'Not yet, little cock, not yet.' She spat again, her spit slicking the full length of it, using her fingers to make a tight ring around the rod and sliding it back and forth, all the way up and down. And then she moved back, letting go completely. It twitched desperately and she giggled at it, the thing so desperate for completion that only she could grant. She flicked the head, then started to stroke it more vigorously, sliding her fist all the way back and forth, keeping it tightly gripped. She heard a frantic knocking from the outside, leaning her body back as it spasmed, white cum streaming out and splashing against her chest. She squeezed harder, another blast coming out and hitting her across the face, some of it falling down the gap in her top, smearing between her breasts. Ji-Woo gave it another stroke, feeling the hot hardness again, laying a little kiss on the tip. 'Awww, is that all you've got? It retained its hardness somewhat, and she continued to stroke and caress it, before it withdrew. She could feel her own lust now, wanting to get off herself, but her trousers were too tight and inconvenient to pull down here. The cum on her flesh was hot, the scent making her even hornier. The smears between her breasts, hot and sticky, mingling with her sweat, sealed beneath the latex! Another cock appeared, hard and erect, and she ground her ass against it, shiny latex-bound buttocks rubbing against it, until it erupted over her, shooting another load. 'Hmm, I'm all dirty now!' She raised her arms over her head and stretched, pulling her clothing even more tightly, black flecked with white cum. 'So many naughty cocks!' Another appeared and she started to pump it back and forth until it came, spewing more cum at her. The heat of the room, and the smell of the cum, was getting to her, making her head feel woozy. God, she wanted to cum herself! One of the cock-holes was empty, and she caught an eye glancing through, before it went dark, like something was blocking it. There was a flash of light, and the dry "click" of a camera. She raised her finger to her lips, putting an innocent smile on her lips, despite the cum slicking her clothes and skin. 'Naughty man, taking pictures!' She licked cum off her finger. As another cock appeared, she grinned, giving it a tug, and then backing away, opening the door. Aeri looked up, withdrawing from the cock she was licking, desperate hope in her eyes, as Ji-Woo nodded. The air in the passageway was cooler, making her feel more awake, doing something to dispel the urgent lust building up within her. When she passed the main room, she saw that Lily was giving someone a lap dance, rubbing her body against them, lithe and seductive. Several of the other girls were looking at them suspiciously, not recognizing them, and not liking the competition. Probably best to get out of here! She caught Lily's eye, and the woman gracefully spread her legs then rose to her feet, preening for the audience as she moved. Aside from the other strippers, there was only one other woman there, in a short, red dress, nervously backing into the shadows and watching them. Ji-Woo grabbed Lily and dragged her away, the man she was dancing for looking slightly surprised and reaching out for her. She lightly brushed his hand away, leaning in and giving him a kiss before dancing out of reach. The three of them made a dash for the entrance, just as one of the girls started talking to a bouncer, looking at them angrily. They managed to make it outside, running past the bouncers and down the street. Ji-Woo could feel her sweat sticking the latex to her skin, the heat between her legs, cum splattered across her body. Damn, she wanted to get off! Parked on the corner of the road ahead was an expensive SUV. The door opened, revealing the driver from before. 'Emma wondered where you'd gone! Took a while to track you down. Get in, and then it's time to take you to the therapy center. The Director wants to see you.' Ji-Woo looked back over her shoulder, where two of the bouncers were running towards them, all three of them diving inwards and sliding into the vehicle. Before they even strapped in, the motor revved, door slamming shut. Ji-Woo could feel the vibrations thrumming through her, her whole body sensitized. She wanted to get off! But probably not with the driver looking at her, eyes sharp in the mirror. A loud thud came from the boot before the driver turned music on to cover it. It was the middle of the night, the city as quiet as it got, as they drove away. Chapter Five: A Swift and Soothing Break Wherever they were going, it was somewhere outside of the city center, in a cluster of offices and industrial blocks, the roads dark and empty. It was soothing to have the streetlights flick past in a steady rhythm as she tensed her thighs, Lily's hand sliding between them, resting lightly over her sex. The exhilaration was fading now, but she felt warm and comfortable, although wanted to wash to get the cum and sweat off her skin. And the collar around her neck was starting to chafe her skin - she would have preferred a more normal microphone! Ji-Woo was jerked from her daze by a sudden stop, feeling Lily's hair brush across her shoulders, mumbling something in her doze. The car door opened, chill and moist night air rushing into the car, waking her up more. 'It doesn't look much, but it's a lot fancier inside, should be enough for you lot. And you could probably do with a wash! Just hope you didn't make a mess of the seats, cum's a bitch to wash out.' Aeri's face was still
sticky with sweat and cum, some baby-wipes having done something to help clean
it up, but she still looked like a trashy slut.
The driver picked her up, Ji-Woo watching as his hands felt at her
breasts before putting her on her feet, Aeri taking the chance to rub her body
against his. Ji-Woo climbed out of the
car herself, flicking fingers over her arms and chest, breaking off some of the
crusted cum. They were in a
mostly-empty carpark, surrounded by office blocks. 'Time for some luxury
therapy for you three. I loved Midnight
Lover, although the video could have been better.' Ji-Woo yawned. 'That director was a prick. And a creep.'
She wrapped an arm around Lily, supporting her as she got out of the
car. 'Nice outfits though.' 'I'll say!' The driver turned to look at them and Ji-Woo
couldn't help but preen, twisted her body so that the latex caught the dull
orange lamp-light, reflecting off her curves.
'Suits you. Anyway, let's get you
inside, before the Director has my balls.
You lovely ladies will be nice and pampered there.' It did sound nice, but
the place wasn't the most attractive, a chill wind blowing across the carpark,
penetrating through the latex - it might look great, but it didn't give much
protection against the weather! She followed along,
the man swiping a card against the door to get them inside. A tired-looking receptionist managed to stir
herself, eyes sleepy as she adjusted her shirt to try and cover up some of her
large breasts. 'Heya, Allison. These are the three the Director's been waiting
for, mind signing them in? And I guess
she's in her usual place? Is Emma with
her?' 'Yes, the Director is
in. Everything is prepared and
ready.' She smiled at Ji-Woo, suddenly
professional and courteous. 'I do hope
the three of you will enjoy yourselves.
I've unlocked the door for you, so you can enter.' 'Thanks! Once I've dropped these three off, let me know
if you want any food. I know you're
kinda chained in place here, but I can go pick you up a late-night snack or
something.' 'Oh, thank you, that
would be nice! But you should deliver
them to the Director, before she gets annoyed.'
She shuddered, her long and blonde hair flowing down her breasts and
shoulders. 'Probably a good idea,
yeah. Well, I'll see you later then.' He led the way up a wide
staircase, the place lit only by reflected light from outside. There was the slight whiff of chlorine and
salt in the air, like a swimming pool, getting stronger as they passed through
a heavy and thick door, the thing sliding shut behind them. Inside was a strange
combination of "chemical plant" and "luxury spa" - metal walkways above them
connected heavy and huge metal tanks, but there were verdant plants scattered
about along with abstract swirls of modern art hanging from the metal
panels. A beautician, in a short green
dress and with a surgical mask covering their mouth, approached and bowed. Their voice was strangely flat and
expressionless, no motion reaching their eyes. 'My apologies, ma'am. Follow.' They turned and walked
away, heels moving silently over padded mats on the floor. Ji-Woo could feel warm humidity on her skin,
clammy and warm, some herbal scent making her feel more relaxed already. They were led towards
a door which the attendant opened, bowing to let them pass. Her eyes were tight and expressionless,
regarding them neutrally. A woman was
stood inside, her ice-blue eyes staring at Ji-Woo, cold and hard. She was wearing a white mini-dress, with a
wide golden choker around her neck, similar-looking bracelets on her wrists, and
surgical gloves on her hands. With her
was the woman from earlier, still in her red latex, currently sat down at a
desk, tapping away on a keyboard. The woman with cold
eyes approached. 'The delivery is late.' 'Sorry about
that. They went clubbing a bit, had to
wait for them to finish. And, uh, there
was a reporter poking around as well.
You might want to give me a hand with that? Please?' The woman stared at
Ji-Woo, glaring down at her. She was
suddenly conscious of the sweat and cum on her body, but the woman was meant to
be here to look after her, which gave her a burst of self-confidence, and she
looked back up at them. 'This one will be
tending to your needs, performers.' She
gave a brief bow, eyes not looking away.
'The performers have been enjoying themselves. Without permission.' She reached out and ran a gloved finger along
the slit in Ji-Woo's top, tugging on the fabric before stroking at the
skin. 'The performers shall be
trained. This one has prepared
everything needed.' The woman in red stood
up, pushing the keyboard away. 'Yes,
everything has been prepared. Lots of
specialised training, although all three of you are in excellent condition
already. But I've been given some dance
routines for you to learn.' 'The performers will be
honed to perfection.' The cold-eyed
woman looked at Ji-Woo again, tapping a finger against Ji-Woo's collar. 'Will the performers allow themselves to be
prepared?' The woman in red
handed over a computer tablet, showing a dense page of legalese. 'Just sign here and we can begin. We'll get you nice and clean and relaxed.' Ji-Woo scrolled to the
bottom, using her finger to scribble her name and pressing the button to
confirm it, then handing the tablet to Aeri.
'What is this place?' Those cold eyes continued
to stare at her, the contrastingly warm hand stroking down her shoulder,
squeezing at Ji-Woo's arms, feeling her muscles. 'The performers will be refined. Full therapy and conditioning shall be
given.' 'So, it's like a spa?' That would explain the water and the smell
and the plants, although it seemed a slightly odd place still. That it was open this late at night was
strange - although was that just for them?
They were stars now, after all - was this normal? 'Subjects are encouraged
to relax. Appropriate stimulation is
provided. The performers were late.' She glared at the driver, who flinched. 'But now their rest will begin. And another problem that must be resolved.' 'If the three of you
would like to follow me? I took your
phones and other items from the changing room.
I hope you enjoyed yourselves?' The
one in red latex looked at them with a smile, eyes skimming over them, taking
in the tight outfits, before gesturing at herself. 'I'm not as slender as you are! Or as good at dancing. But you should find it very relaxing
here. This way.' She walked past them,
red latex catsuit catching the light and showing off her breasts, light
gleaming off the curves. She wasn't fat,
but was a lot curvier and wide-hipped then Ji-Woo, Aeri or Lily. There was an oddly practical webbed belt
around her waist, a pouch holding a phone or small tablet. Ji-Woo didn't have much choice but to follow
along, the woman leading them outside, then into a changing room. The walls were lined with lockers, expensive
dresses and jewellery neatly hung up or in plastic tubs. Three more of the attendants were there,
looking virtually identical save for slight differences in hair colour, faces
hidden by masks, their eyes expressionless. 'If you would care to
strip, then we can begin. Don't worry,
you will be cared for. The Director has
something else to deal with, it sounds like.' One of the attendants
moved behind Ji-Woo and held her shoulders, digging fingers into her shoulders
and twisting them and giving her a massage.
She gasped as fingers pushed into her, pulling tension from her body. 'Ah, they are a little
over-eager sometimes.' The woman pushed
the attendant away. 'But very
skilled. Now, my name is Emma. Do you need some help?' Without asking, she reached around and tugged
at Ji-Woo's top. 'Arms up.' Ji-Woo obeyed, lifting
her arms up. The latex required peeling
away from her body, sweat and cum having stuck it in place. The trousers were even worse, so tight that
progress was slow as she leaned against the wall on one leg, hopping about
inelegantly until one of the silent attendants approached, allowing herself to
be used as a leaning post. 'You are
magnificent! Most of the customers we
get are not as finely honed!' A
latex-wrapped hand stroked along Ji-Woo's breasts. 'Nice and petite. No wonder you can get away without a
bra. And such a lovely flat belly.' The compliments were flattering,
but it was a little uncomfortable being scrutinised, especially when she was
partially immobilised with her trousers around her knees. 'So, um, what happens now?' She was held up, her
trousers around her ankles, as the attendant undid her shows. Lily and Aeri were being similarly stripped,
Aeri covering her breasts and crotch with her hands, red flush creeping over
her body. An attendant was slowly
stroking her body, trying to keep her calm. 'Well, a massage. And then a nice long dunk to get you
relaxed. You've not got performances for
a little while. While you're in our
care, everything will be looked after. It will be very pleasurable, I hope. There was that reporter poking around as
well, so you can stay here until that's been resolved. Don't worry, no-one will know you're here.' Ji-Woo nodded. She hadn't expected to be treated like this! It was a lot better than a cheap and shitty
hotel room. Between this and the flight
over, someone really liked them. She
twisted her neck and tapped her collar.
'Can you take this off?' Emma took her hands,
meeting her eyes with a smile. 'Oh
no. It monitors your vitals, you see. It's my job to ensure you're in an
appropriate physical and mental state at all times. When you were having fun at that club, I
could see how much you were enjoying yourself!
I'm surprised you weren't getting yourself off. Very brave of you; I wouldn't have the
courage to do anything like that!' Ji-Woo flushed - that
wasn't something she wanted others knowing about! The feeling of power, of being able to arouse
people and have them rapt and attentive to her, made her get super-turned on. But she didn't like that others would know
about it, or track her. Emma embraced her,
body slick and squeaky, arms wrapping around Ji-Woo's body, her hair brushing
against Ji-Woo's shoulder. 'Simply a
precaution. And they do look rather
lovely.' She ran a finger along the
metal, then tapped it, hard enough that Ji-Woo could feel it. 'You will get used to it, I'm sure. Let me know if there are any problems though
- I've never had to work with people that are so mobile. I'll bet you're all really bendy!' Ji-Woo stepped away,
bending her arms behind her back, palms against each other, elbows
touching. Emma clapped her hands
in delight. 'Lovely, a reverse prayer
position! And so tightly held; most
people need to be forced into one. Well,
it will be lovely to see what you can do.' Ji-Woo let the
position go, still feeling awkward about her nudity. Skin-tight clothing was fine, and she liked
to show off, but that was different from showing it all off! 'Don't worry, this
place is entirely confidential and protected.
Please relax. Now, I imagine all
three of you would like to be massaged and soothed?' Lily clapped
enthusiastically. 'Oh yes! That sounds lovely, doesn't it, Ji-Woo?' Ji-Woo ran her finger
along her collar again - she still didn't like the weight of the thing around
her neck, the way it chafed the skin of her collarbone, and how she couldn't
get the thing off. But a massage, and a
wash, sounded nice. And if someone else
was paying for it, so much the better! She nodded, Emma
smiling at her again. 'Good girl. I do hope you won't be troublesome at
all. If you could remove your other
jewellery?' Ji-Woo reached for the
studs in her ears, removing them and handing them over to an attendant, who put
them in a basket with her other clothes. 'Now, through
here.' She moved away, swiping a hand
over a security panel, another door whisking open. Inside were several massage couches, curved
to follow the shape of the body with a hole for the face. Moist and steamy air billowed out, heavy with
soothing scents, a device in the corner blowing out scented air. Medical cabinets covered the walls, bottles
of oil neatly lined up, along with other tools. Ji-Woo lay herself
down, resting her head so she was looking down, feeling her body sink into foam,
the stuff guiding her body into an appropriate position. Emma spoke. 'We will look after
you.' A weight pressed down
on her, one of the attendants straddling her, oil squirting onto her back,
fingers digging into her back, fingers kneading away. Ji-Woo let herself relax with a sigh, hands
pummelling at her. She could hear sighs
of pleasure from the other two as they were also stroked and teased. She relaxed entirely, a black surface beneath
her, something in the way of the floor.
Emma's hand appeared, feeling around the edges of it until she found a
button and the screen powered on. 'Something else to
help you relax. We do like our clients
to be as soothed as possible.' The screen showed
swirling shapes, nothing Ji-Woo's eyes could focus on, numbing her eyes. Hands brushed her hair, and she tried to move
her own arms to push them away, but the weight of the masseuse atop her
hindered her movements. Something soft
and padded clicked into place over her wrists, then her ankles, but she was so
limp and relaxed she barely noticed. 'Now, some nice
soothing sounds as well.' A hand patted her
head, before her hair was brushed back again and something inserted into her
ear, deafening her on one side, before the action was repeated on the
other. She tried shaking her head to get
them out, but something was clipped over her ear as well, locking them in
place. There was a long
silence, then an electric snap, before Emma's voice came through. 'Good girls.
Now, I should have washed you first, but if you don't tell the Director,
then no-one needs to know. So kindly
relax, and then everything will go nice and smoothly.' Her voice snapped out, to be replaced by
white noise, vague and numbing. The masseuse continued
her work, and Ji-Woo let herself be carried away on the sensations, her sight
and hearing both occupied, soon drifting away into a happy daze. The white noise faded away, stirring Ji-Woo from her sleep. She felt fully rested and refreshed, her mind clear and light, as she opened her eyes. Or did she? She couldn't see anything other than dull and empty grey, vague shapes swirling, impossible to focus on. She blinked again, feeling her eyelids move, but unable to see anything. Her body was held in a tight embrace, some material clinging tightly around her chest and breasts, compressing her torso. Her arms were behind herself, but when she tried to move her fingers, she found they were balled into fists, something wrapped around them, fighting and resisting her. No matter how she fought, she could only open them up a little, before they were forced back into tight balls. Whatever it was, it wrapped around her fully and entirely, so her nails were wrapped as well, so she wasn't touching herself there. She tried to move her arms, but they were bound somehow as well, each balled-up fist along the opposite elbow. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't move! She tried pulling her legs apart, but something pushed back against her, keeping them together. It felt as though they were bound as well - but they were wrapped in latex, kept slightly separate, denying her the comforting feel of even her own body. When she kicked them both, there was the faintest feeling of resistance from around herself, but she couldn't tell where she was or what was happening. There was no feeling of support or resistance; she couldn't feel what was keeping her supported. Something shifted between her legs, and she felt herself get lightly penetrated, the tip of a squidgy dildo pushing itself between her lower lips. She grunted in surprise, feeling her breath bounce back against her mouth - where was she? A barely-visible glow filled her vision, numbing and empty, as the sound through the earpieces changed, becoming one of her own songs. The dildo started to push into her, and she couldn't tell if she was wet or the thing was lubricated, but it easily slid into her, bumps softly vibrating around inside of her. It stirred her up as the music played faster, or maybe that was just her perception, as she tried to free herself. Struggling while being aroused was a new sensation - what the hell was she stuck inside of? She could barely move, and it felt as though her entire body were floating and contained, suspended somehow. Her breathing started to get faster, through both arousal and panic, fear of confinement and of the darkness trickling through her. Was she even awake? She tried screaming, but couldn't hear anything, wasn't sure if she was making a noise at all or somehow paralyzed. The music continued to play, the dildo inside of her spinning around, feeling huge and warm, forcing her towards a climax. She twitched and tensed her thighs, trying to push it out, but had no leverage or traction, nothing she could do. And then it stopped, removing itself from her body. She whimpered, or at least thought she did, unable to hear herself, her orgasm denied, her still-wet pussy now empty. She could feel her juices still, but there was nothing there now, and her arms were still bound behind her back. Ji-Woo tried to kick her legs, to swing around or to do something to feel any sense of self-control, but there was nothing. Whatever was around her tightened even more, squeezing the air from her lungs and making it even harder to breathe. The music had died away as well, to be replaced by the numbing hiss of white noise again, before something started vibrating against her nipples, making her twitch and judder. What was going on? Where was she? She could remember the soft pleasure of the massage, and then nodding off, but now she was in some sort of endless darkness? Was she dreaming and having night terrors? She tried screaming again, despite the pleasure coming from her chest, but could feel her chest straining under the tight swaddling, painful sparks bursting in front of her eyes as her lungs started to burn. Then something pricked her in the neck, a cool numbness spreading throughout her body. She felt herself loosing control, her hands and arms trying to unclench, to regain some sense of control, before all sense and feeling vanished. |