Corporate Slave Chronicles: Dolls and Leashes

Melissa DuVant

Copyright © Melissa Duvant

 

The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the author of this book has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988.

 

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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Lilith Brimstone: Dolls and Leashes

Chapter One: Initial Preparation

Chapter Two: Suited and Booted

Chapter Three: Mixing Business and Pleasure

Chapter Four: Enforced Worship

Chapter Five: Kinks in the System

About the Author and Artist

Digital Slave v3 Preview: The Big Show

Acknowledgements

Thanks to Dillon for backing this!

 

 

Lilith Brimstone: Dolls and Leashes

Chapter One: Initial Preparation

Lilith looked at the woman - soft, white skin, clean and dry. A little tuft of bushy pubic hair that would need trimming, but otherwise in fine condition. She was blushing, her eyes darting around the room, refusing to settle on Lilith, soft, pouty lips reddened with lipstick, practically begging for either a kiss or a gag.

'I've... I've never done this before. I mean, with a woman, or... anything, um... kinky. Although I don't really like boys either...'

Lilith smiled at her - that lovely, pale skin would look far better with a few lash marks across in, or splattered with candlewax.

'I've never worn latex before, it certainly is... tight.'

She was naked except for elbow-length black gloves and equally black thigh-boots, her limbs sheathed in shiny black, making her skin look even more appealing. Although the way she held her arms, one across her full breasts, the other awkwardly hiding her crotch - that would need training out.

Lilith approached, gently raising a hand and putting it on the woman's shoulder - it was best to be slow and gentle, at least to start with. Her sisters would get annoyed if there was another screamer, no matter how tempting it was to simply take a whip and start using it! Her own skin was even paler than the woman's, stark, milky white against their healthier glow. They shifted their balance, obviously not used to the high and thin heels of the boots, their breasts pressing against Lilith's chest, and she kissed them. They reacted with shock but not displeasure, their tongue sliding out, brushing against Lilith's own. She reached around them, feeling a buttock, firm and soft - yes, this one would make an excellent test subject!

She moved her leg between theirs, stroking between their thighs, ignoring the bushy scratches of their pubic hair - that really would need to go! But running a hand along the gentle swelling curve of their hip made them shiver in a most delightful way, despite the awkward placement of their arms.

'I have a lot of experience. Although you will be a good girl, won't you?'

The woman smiled back at her, leaning in closer and nuzzling against her. 'Maybe I'll be naughty! Then you could punish me!'

Lilith stepped back, tapping the underside of their chin with a finger, making them raise their head. That neck was crying out for a collar! Something high and metal, to show the woman's position, and fully wired up as well. But that would come later!

'I have a few toys to use on you. But first I want to look at your properly. Hands on your head.' She stared down at them - she was taller to start with, and had higher heels as well. They met her eyes, cheeks pinking with a blush before looking away, platinum blonde hair cut into a chin-length bob. 'It would be... unwise... to disobey.'

They giggled, between fear and arousal, their eyes looking over behind Lilith, taking in the rest of the room - unlike her sisters, she kept her personal items neat and tidy, with all the whips and canes in racks on the walls, closed chests full of more equipment, a sybian by her bed.

'Yes, um, mistress? Is that what I should call you?'

That earned the woman a kiss, slower and heavy, Lilith close enough to feel their pulse. 'It is. Although you will need to earn a name. If you are a good girl. Now, hands on your head.'

Lilith stepped back as they obeyed, scrutinizing them fully - excellent material, in good physical health. A stud gleamed inside their navel, another two in each ear - one through the lobe, another at the top of the arch. A good start. It was rare to find women that wanted such experiences that were actually innocent of them! And that weren't dirty old men pretending to be young women!

The pose, with their hands on the back of their head, pushed their breasts forward, and Lilith squeezed them - an excellent size, firm to the touch, the nipples sensitive, to judge by the swift intake of breath. The view from behind was just as promising - their buttocks were large and plump, although she squirmed awkwardly when Lilith pulled them apart.

'I don't... I don't like that sort of thing. So please nothing back there?'

Lilith had to resist the urge to spank the woman, then and there, for daring to refuse anything! But there would be time enough for that later - soon there would be a nice fat plug between the soft buttocks. Hopefully this one wouldn't cry too much during the process, that always made the skin blot in an ugly fashion.

She moved in closer again, running a hand up their back, enjoying their sharp intake of breath and gentle shiver - so soft and warm, such a delicious piece of meat! When she softly exhaled on an ear, they whimpered, their body heating up.

'I want you only listening to me.'

'Yes... Mistress...'

Lilith reached into her belt-pouch and pulled out an earpiece - a full curve of black steel, it was designed to loop around the ear, locking into place, the ear-bud blocking any sound it didn't transmit itself. She kissed them on the ear again, before sliding it into place, locking the outer curve into a single piece. It was thin enough it could probably be wrestled off with effort, but that would only bring other punishment!

With one hand, she kept stroking the woman's back, as she clipped the other ear-piece into place. When she could be more sure of their obedience, then piercings could be used to make the attachment more permanent. They shifted again, one of their hands starting to move off their head, as Lilith pressed herself against them, wrapping a hand around their neck and lightly squeezing. They made a soft moan of protest but stopped moving, Lilith taking the chance to kiss them on the back of the neck, hard enough to leave a red mark. Now, where had she put the headset?

She glanced around, spotting it hanging off her computer monitor, having to leave the woman unattended for a moment as she went to grab it and put the headset on, tapping the power button.

'A good girl follows her mistress' orders.' She saw the hands tense up, uncertainty no doubt starting to creep into the woman's lust. But Lilith moved close behind her, stroking hands along their smooth, flat tummy, feeling the cleft of their navel and the bump of the stud, then moving her hand further down, lightly teasing at their slit, feeling moisture bead on their pubic tufts. 'And you do want to be a good girl, don't you? As a bad girl is punished, and you don't want that. Now, you need to learn to obey me. All you need to do is listen to my voice.' She kept her tones light and soothing, as though talking to a skittish animal. 'Close your eyes.'

Fortunately, there was a blindfold close by, and she slid it over their eyes, making sure the padded leather blocked their vision completely. She had a more permanent solution in mind, but that needed them to be unconscious - this would do for now.

As soon as the blindfold went on, the woman flinched, drawing her shoulders inwards, protective and defensive. Their breath quickened, and Lilith smiled - fearful yet obedient, she was excellent raw material. And finding someone so attractive and yet so eager and inexperienced, that was a rarity!

She moved back around to their front, admitting the curves of their body, their breasts still pushed forward. She tickled their belly, and they sucked in a deep breath, biting their lip, sending a thrill of power and desire through Lilith. She leaned in, kissing them on the lips again, taking the taste of them, hearing their faint whimper. This one would be a delight to shape! She held the kiss, as they pushed against her, hands moving out of position.

Lilith broke the kiss and reached out, grabbing and squeezing one of their nipples. They gasped again, this time in pain, trying to twist away but only stretching out their breast more. Their lips parted to speak, only for Lilith to seal them with another kiss.

'Naughty girl!' She kept her tone light and playful, giving the nipple a sharp twist before letting it go. 'You need only to listen to me, only to obey me.'

'I'm... I'm sorry, Mistress. But that hurt! Please don't do it again.'

Lilith grinned. The woman would have to endure far more than that. 'Oh? Perhaps I should kiss it better.' She bent over slightly, kissing the soft nub of flesh, taking it lightly between her teeth, rolling her tongue over it, feeling the warmth of it, the woman's clean scent, her pulse starting to race.

'Now, I have a special toy I want you to play with.' They weren't collared yet, so she couldn't pull them along by the neck-ring, but it was easy enough to step behind them and push them forward, heading for one of the largest cupboards, more like a vertical crate, thick wooden panels banded with metal, sealed with a biometric lock. She pressed her thumb against a sensor-panel, and it clicked open, the front hinging apart.

Inside was a man, thoroughly restrained with metal bands around his wrists, waist and ankles. His mouth was blocked with a black rubber ball-gag, but his eyes widened as soon as the box opened, and his cock hung loose. She glared at him and raised a finger to her lips, before pressing a button to release the bindings, the metal bands curving around and releasing him.

'This is a very lovely, very special toy. Now, you need to kneel down.' She pushed down on the woman's shoulders, and she followed the instruction, her body shivering in anticipation. 'Open that lovely, sweet mouth of yours nice and wide.'

The man seemed to understand what was going, keeping his own hands back, moving so that his crotch was close to the woman's mouth, the swelling crown bare inches from her lips.

Lilith knelt behind her, wrapping one hand around their neck, the other against the back of their head, pushing herself tightly against them.

'Put your tongue out, and you can start playing with my toy.'

Their tongue obediently slid from between their red lips, uncertainly moving through the air, before it encountered the cock-head. Lilith held them securely as they flinched, not letting them move away, the tongue leaving a wet trail on the bright pink cock-crown, sliding over it.

They whimpered uncertainly, trying to draw back. 'I... Mistress, please, I'm not sure...'

'Shhhh, shhh. Don't worry, you want to be a good girl, don't you? You want to be my special girl? It won't harm you.' She pushed them forward, the cock entering their mouth. 'Be gentle now, I don't want you damaging my toys.'

Whatever response they tried to make was garbled and warped by the cock, swelling inside her mouth, effectively gagging her.

'Use your lips, kiss it gently. Treat it well, and you'll get a little treat yourself.' She began to push and pull their head back and forth, easing the cock a little deeper each time. Fortunately, the headset couldn't pick up the increasing grunting of the man, as his cock was pleasured. 'Good girl. Nice and gentle. And maybe later, I'll let you use those soft lips on me.'

They mumbled something, trying to speak around the cock, but Lilith pushed them forward, feeling them tense and stiffen up.

'Relax your throat, let it slide into you.' She pulled their head back, the cock bouncing off their lips.

'Mistress, please... I'm not sure I... mmmphhh!'

Lilith pushed their head forward, the cock now shoving into their throat, making them splutter and squeal, starting to tense up. Lilith kept pumping their head backwards and forwards, feeling her own arousal start to flow, spurred by their pained gasps and wet inhalations.

It didn't take long for the man to come, Lilith holding the woman's head in position so that she took the load into her mouth, gagging and choking.

'Good girl. Isn't that nice? A special treat, for a good girl. Swallow every drop - it's a special blend.' She stroked their throat, feeling muscles tense and relax as they obeyed, ingesting the cum.

With the cock shrinking, they could speak more easily, their mouth less stuffed now. 'I... I don't like this, I don't like the test... It's like...' She trailed off, then gasped as Lilith slid a hand between her thighs, feeling the moistness of the woman's cunt.

'Oh? You've been a good girl, so now you can have a reward. You may touch yourself, but you mustn't come until I grant you permission. Otherwise I'll be angry, and you don't want that, do you?'

The thought of pleasure seemed to have distracted them, as they spread their thighs, the contrast between the top of the black thigh-high boots and the soft, white skin a delicious sight, black-gloved fingers sliding downwards.

They were so wet that they could easily start fingering themselves, shaking their hips back and forth and grunting in delight, cum and spit falling down their chin. Lilith waved her hand at the man, his eyes dazed from orgasm, and he stepped backwards into his casket, his limbs falling against the restraints, which slid back into position. His cock was still shiny with spit - well, he had been a good boy, and a treat shouldn't disrupt his training too much.

Then she found a short length of rope, and looped it around the woman's neck. They tensed, but were so intent on touching themselves they didn't stop.

'Does that feel good?'

'Mmmm, yes!' They were stroking their breasts with one hand now, their hips rising upwards to make it easier for them to finger themselves.

Lilith pulled the rope right, compressing their throat and making them choke, suddenly fighting for breath.

'Remember your words!' She silently counted to five, then ten, before letting the rope go, feeling them convulse as they sucked in air. Lilith tightened it again, not as harshly this time, just a reminder of the potential for it to be made worse.

'My... I don't know...' They spluttered as Lilith tightened the rope again.

'What are you meant to call me?'

Their fingers were still twisting inside of themselves, other hand digging into their breast, fingers lovely and shiny against pale white flesh, starting to lose themselves between the lust and the lack of air. Lilith kept the rope tight enough that they had to strain for each breath, whining and whimpering.

'I'm.... Mistress? I'm sorry, Mistress...'

Lilith let the rope relax, just a little bit, watching as they teased and stroked themselves. That lovely white skin was now flushed and hot, their chest heaving, pushing against Lilith's legs.

'Beg, if you want to come.' She tightened her grip on the ends of the rope, squeezing it tight in an irregular rhythm, forcing them into spasmodic and quivering breaths.

'Please? Please. Please, Mistress? Please, please, please...'

Lilith tightened the rope. 'Then you may come.' She didn't let the pressure go, their body tensing up from pleasure and the lack of air, before they spasmed with pleasure, pumping three fingers in and out of themselves. They sagged backwards, against Lilith's legs, and she hissed in displeasure - it wasn't her place to be holding up fresh meat! But she kept the rope taut, using that to support them.

They'd lost control of themselves, their senses probably overwhelmed by the dual sensations, of choking and pleasure, their mind fading. She tightened the rope, hearing them splutter, but they were too weak to resist, fingers still inside of themselves, as they faded, starting to fall backwards. She kept the rope tight for just a moment longer, than let it go, stepping to the side as they fell to the floor.

There probably wasn't long until they recovered, but there were a few more items she needed to add, to make it easier to train them...

Chapter Two: Suited and Booted

Lilith slid the dildo between their unresisting lips, pushing it into their mouth, taking the chance to check their teeth - clean and white, without any cavities or other damage. Good! She stirred, lips suckling around the shaft, as Lilith hurried with her preparations. A latex muzzle-gag over the lower half of their face, atop the fat metal slave-collar, shiny material snapping against their skin, sealing it away. They made a concerned murmur, eyelids fluttering.

Next were the breasts - she leaned over to kiss a nipple, rolling her tongue over the nub, before unpeeling a black sticky pad, wires trailing out, and carefully pressing it over the skin, attaching it to a nipple, carefully tweaking the wires aside. Another went onto the other nipple, and she pulled the wires, trying to make them follow the contours of the woman's body, along their ribs. She'd already attached the belt, a black band around their waist holding the power-pack, plugging the wires in.

Their slit was wet, Lilith lightly fingering them, easily able to slide a finger into them. They stirred again, latex-wrapped arms straining against the arm-binder. It would be a while before she was ready for any training with those! Just the conditioning first, both mental and physical. She felt their thigh - not bad, but a little flabby. Some time in the ballet-heels would firm them up nicely! A little bullet-vibrator went into their pussy, the wire trailing up between their thighs, Lilith rocking them onto their side to plug it in, running the wire between pert buttocks.

Their legs were sheathed in shiny black, feet bent by metal forms, that would force them onto their toes when standing. It normally took a while to adjust, but that was part of the fun, watching the newbies stagger around, trying to keep their balance, and normally failing.

The last item needed was the butt-plug - she'd have to have to get Yua to clean them out at some point, but for now just keeping them plugged should do. Only a small one, at least for now! She rolled them over, squirting lube between their buttocks, rolling the metal plug through it, before pushing it against the knot of muscle. They tensed back in response, starting to struggle back to consciousness, before the resistance faded, and the plug was swallowed into their body, sliding in. More wires connected it up to the power-pack - they did ruin the aesthetic, but having every device self-powered made them bulky and ugly anyway! At least the wires were thin and flesh-colored, so they didn't stand out too badly. A few stripes of flesh-colored tape helped to keep them attached and snug against the skin, without anything dangling or loose.

'Mphhh...?' They were starting to regain consciousness now, twisting around, probably becoming aware of the intruders within their body. 'Mph!'

She stroked her fingers along their back, wiping off some stray lube on their skin, enjoying the feel of their soft skin, supple and begging for the lash. They twisted against her, an ankle weakly impacting on the floor.

'Shh, shhh.' She reached up and tapped her headset, so that they could hear her. 'Shhh.'

They twisted again, pushing up against her hand, and she rolled them onto their back. Their eyes were fully open now, a milky white, the contact lenses obscuring their vision, as they blinked furiously.

'Shhh, don't worry, little one. I'll look after you now. There's nothing else you need to think about.'

Their shoulders strained against the armbinder, but it was too tight for them to wriggle out of. Watching them explore the limitations of their restraints was a delight - shoulders and arms wriggling against the armbinder, their head trying to twist against the collar, hair flicking about as they tried to see.

'Let's get you on your feet.'

Fortunately, the training room was fully equipped - rails ran around the ceiling, and she pulled a hook down from one, clipping it onto their collar ring before tugging on the wire. It retracted, Lilith grabbing them around the hips and pulling them upwards. It wasn't quite time to choke them yet!

They wriggled against her, Lilith holding them close, kiss-biting them on the shoulder, leaving a red mark on their white skin. They pushed against her, now slightly taller thanks to the heels, their head shaking around in panic.

'Shhh, don't worry. If you're a good girl, I'll let you have yourself back. But for now, I control your hearing, your vision, and a few other things.'

 

Digital Slave v3 Preview Chapter: The Big Show

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.