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Maid Cage Club 2: Nightly Duties
(Melissa DuVant)
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Maid Cage Club: Nightly Duties Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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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 Chapter One: Technical Testing Chapter Two: Two-Month Vintage Chapter Five: A Trial of the Mouth Chapter Six: Checking the Goods Chapter Seven: Worrisome Dreams Chapter Eight: Doing the Bunny Hop Chapter Nine: Break It, Buy It Chapter Ten: Nothing Parties Like a Rental Maid Cage Club: Welcome
to the Club Chapter Three: Backstage Tour Last time I went to a maid café, it was someone's birthday, so as a special treat the head maid used him as a chair. Completely family-friendly, honest!
Chapter One: Technical Testing The gasmask pressed tightly against Rin's face, forming an airtight seal, the padded edges pushing against her skin. Her vision narrowed as well, only able to see through the eye-holes, her peripheral vision getting cut off. That wasn't as bad as the restricted airflow though - even though the valve was fully open, she still had to forcefully inhale, and could feel her face getting warm and sweaty already. And it was snagging her hair! The rubbery straps were twisted up, and she tried to tidy them, wincing at the pain she was causing to herself, stroking her hair back into place after each rearrangement. Flaps knocked against her ears, ear-buds impacting into her skin, annoying lumps. The Bunnybitch nodded in approval. 'Good girl. You've been very popular lately, despite not putting out much.' Rin's voice was distorted, warped and muted by the gasmask. 'It's best to keep them keen! And they have been nice and attentive lately.' 'Well, that's why you get to be the test-subject for this.' The Bunnybitch had to stand up on her toes to reach Rin's head, pulling her down and pushing the earbuds in, Rin's hearing getting blocked out, sound vanishing. Another strap pinged tightly around the back of her head, keeping the earflaps in. She could see the Bunnybitch's mouth move, but couldn't hear anything. She stared at the woman, before realizing that her expression couldn't be seen either, instead gesturing with her hands. Hands pressed against her ears, sound suddenly clicking in, the woman's voice sounding, bright and clear. '...can be rented. The apps been synched to the usual maid one, so the customers can control it. Guess that blow-jobs are off the menu from you. Chin up.' Watching the Bunnybitch have to reach up was amusing, the woman's petite body pushing against Rin's, as she raised a bulky and heavy metal collar. It was cold around Rin's neck, and she could feel the electronic contact points, and the bulk of the battery pack on the back. Shocks weren't her favorite thing, but nothing she hadn't done before. 'So what does this do?' She heard her own voice in a feedback loop, electronic and tinny, getting broadcast from a small speaker in the collar. 'Shocks, breath, you've already got that chastity bra on, there's a belt as well. Hearing, obviously, and there's modifications on the lenses.' Rin sighed, before regretting it, needing to suck to regain the expelled breath. It was nice being popular, but having this stuff tested on her was uncomfortable! The metal chastity-bra especially - it pushed against her breasts, sealing away her soft curves beneath hard metal, the strap pinching into her back. The lens modifications were domes over each eye, slightly distorting her vision. She could see herself in the full-length mirror of the dressing room, and the cute little fluff-ball on the Bunnybitch's backside, wriggling around as she moved. The stockings made her legs look even longer, suspender-straps stark black against her pale skin. Stroking the curve of her metal-covered breasts was just disappointing, not being able to touch herself! And the metal bra was just a little too small, compressing her breasts, uncomfortably tight. 'Hope you're nice and loose, this needs to go in.' The Bunnybitch held up a chastity belt, with two prongs poking up out of it, the metal bulb-shafts already shiny with lube. 'Take that one off! You know I don't do anal.' The Bunnybitch rolled her eyes. 'You're going to need to give it up sometime! Could make a killing.' But she unscrewed it, putting the ass-cock aside. Rin started to stroke herself, lightly sliding her fingers along her slit, teasing and caressing, feeling her body heat up, her slit loosening. 'Horny slut, aren't you? Still, that's what the customers want. Now get it inside of yourself.' She handed the belt over, Rin taking the heavy metal bands, awkwardly twisting to tease herself with the cock, slowly inserting it into herself. It felt so good, making a dazed and blissful smile cover her face, the cock a satisfying size, if a little small, pushing against her tight folds. When it was fully in, she snapped the waistband into place, the metal snug around her slender waist, a metal bar tight between her buttocks. 'Is that everything?' 'Just the puffer-valve. That's this thing.' She held up a glass vial, filled with some red paste, an air-valve attached. The Bunnybitch had to pull Rin over to screw it onto the front of the gasmask, a slight additional weight pulling at her neck. 'What does that do?' 'Can blow into your mask when triggered. Now go get dressed, we're already late opening, and there's been a lot of interest in you. Everyone else is already prepped. I'll go get the crowd warmed up, you slip in the back.' Rin's hearing cut out, the Bunnybitch giving her a nasty grin as she tapped at a tablet, a slight shock conducting itself into Rin's neck. Whatever else she said, Rin couldn't hear, before she spun on a heel, her buttocks beneath her bunny-suit and walked off, pom-pom tail waggling. Rin dressed herself as quickly as she could - a long but tight dress, the outline of the chastity belt and bra just about visible beneath, an apron drawing attention to her waist, the bare back of the dress showing off the metal, and low-cut enough to show the collar off. The gasmask didn't exactly match, but it would take too long to get latex on. At least she could still tie her hair into a long, high ponytail, enjoying the sleek stream from the top of the head, giving herself a quick once-over, swaying her hips seductively - her head looked like some weird alien creature, with the mask bulbous and rubbery, but she still looked good otherwise! The only thing left was her heels, some nice, high stilettos, pushing her up even higher, and then she was ready. Walking in absolute silence was strange, her ears straining to hear anything, but the buds were too good, cutting out all of the ambient noise. Having the buds inserted made her feel wobbly as well, her balance slightly off. The lights in the main hall were less dazzling than usual - the mask-lenses must be reducing the glare. The other maids were already lined up in their white-and-black uniforms, a decent number of customers waiting for them. The cock-shaft within her was getting her going already, making her feel warm and tingly, and she had to fight to control her breathing. Without peripheral vision, she had to turn her body completely to look at things, the collar restricting her ability to turn her head. Watching the Bunnybitch perform, going through whatever her patter was tonight, while being unable to hear it, was eerie - Rin felt like she was underwater, her clothing pressing in against her, a sudden and dizzying moment of claustrophobia, before she quashed it, shaking her head and feeling her hair flick about. Bright light flared into her vision, blinding her even through the mask-lenses. The spotlight picked her out, and she remembered herself enough to pose and preen, pulling her dress even tighter, showing herself off. When the light vanished, she was blinded, green-purple smears filling her vision, only slowly fading. 'Room six: two martinis, one light beer.' The voice was flat and electronic, buzzing into her ear. Still wincing through the blurs of her vision, Rin headed towards the bar. 'Bid accepted. Control handed over.' Her collar made her tingle, a light shock making her wriggle, a faint flush of pleasure over her increasingly-sweaty face. The bar was busy, both maids and customers trying to get drinks, Rin sliding through with as much grace as she could manage, until she was at the front. 'Slow service will result in punishment. And we've bought you for the next hour - let's have some fun.' Hearing the message relayed in the cold, impersonal tones was strange - and she hadn't known that customers could do that! Hopefully not all of the customers, or she'd be getting bombarded all night, and the cock inside of her was distracting enough already. She leaned forward over the bar, drawing attention from one of the barmaids. When she tried to speak, no sound came out, before she picked up a menu and pointed at what she wanted, holding up fingers for numbers. A hand stroked against her backside, and she swatted behind herself, the grip retreating. At least pay for her first! And why were men always so obsessed with her ass? It was a nice ass, but she wanted to be fucked in the pussy! She took the drinks, balancing them on a tray, sliding back out through the crowd. The "rooms" weren't really rooms, but curtained-off booths along the wall, giving a little more privacy, and costing more. 'Slow service! Naughty girl!' She had just enough time to adjust her grip on the tray before the shock came, making her vision blur. And it seemed even harder to breathe now, her chest straining for air, but she managed to avoid spilling any of the drinks, making her way over to the table. Two men and a woman were sat there, all staring at her, their phones in their hands. Rin couldn't make out the details, but the number of buttons was concerning. All three of them looked at her, watching as she laid out the drinks, before talking amongst themselves. The woman's thumb jabbed at her phone, and the pressure on her chest increased, spikes poking into her breasts, hard and sharp enough to make her skin ache. She tried twisting her body, but the metal was too tight, impossible to shift. Even though they couldn't see her face, she smiled at them and curtseyed, lifting her skirt enough to show off her legs. Her heart was starting to pound, lungs stretching for air, feeling the sweat start to form on her face. One of the men said something, lips moving but Rin couldn't hear anything, eyes flicking between them as they spoke, her skirt still stood up. 'Good evening, masters and OW!' Her collar shocked her again, before the flat electronic voice spoke, toneless and stuttering. A moment later, actual voices filtered through. 'Oh, that's what it does. Can you hear me now?' Rin looked at the woman, her finger still poised over the phone, and curtseyed again, lifting her skirt higher. Women always seemed to be worse - men might want to fuck her in the ass, but some of the female customers could be far meaner! Although that could be fun, sometimes. 'We've got you for an hour. And that wasn't cheap, but I've heard good things about you. And you're pretty hot, even if I can't see your face. I like your eyes though. So what does this do?' A loud whining keen stabbed into Rin's ears, making her shudder, turning her head to try and dispel it. Whatever was being said was now impossible to hear, the sound brutally punishing, before the dildo inside of her started to twitch and vibrate, stirring her up. When the sound faded, her ears ached, normal hearing returning. 'I've set it so you can speak. It's pretty hot the amount of control you get though - should set more of you up with them!' Her finger twitched, and pressure started to build on Rin's breasts, spiky nubs pressing into the soft skin. It quickly built into pain, needling her skin, making her glad her face couldn't be seen. 'Neat! I guess adjusting the air-valve would be a bit mean, don't want you passing out.' The woman turned to the others. 'She's hot though - I do like tall women. So, there's some challenge or something, right?' 'Yeah - to get her to take her clothes off. She's got a killer body, but normally hides it beneath her uniform.' Rin stood up straight, pulling her maid outfit around her body and twisting her hips, showing herself off, making it tighten over her breasts, waists and hips. And then a lightning-shock struck her neck again, but she gritted her teeth through it. The slow twisting in her crotch was building up, a delicious warmth spreading through her body, her breasts sensitive against the spiked metal, making her want to try and adjust the cruel metal, knowing it was too tight. 'So we have to force her to strip-tease us, basically? Doesn't seem that hard. Come here.' The woman crooked a finger at Rin, who obeyed. Being locked into the gasmask was making her feel groggy, sealed away beneath the rubber. 'Take your clothing off. Nice and slow, so we can enjoy it.' Rin tilted her head, looking down at the woman - she was quite cute, in a slightly scruffy way, with her hair artfully tousled, wearing the t-shirt of some metal band, a spiked bracelet on one wrist, then shook her head. 'OK, I didn't think it would be that easy. I can touch though, right?' Rin nodded, the woman's hand coming forward, sliding around a hip and squeezing her ass, fingers digging into buttock-meat. She leaned into it, enjoying the molestation, letting herself relax into the vibrations of the dildo a little more. Then the hand slid around and up, over her belly, and then onto her breast, the fingers running over the chastity bra. 'That's disappointing! Oh, but spikes. I get it. So then this controls...' This close, Rin could see the phone-screen - it showed a basic female outline, with sliders for the various devices. A finger flicked over the figure's breasts, and the tit-pins started to move, sliding back and forth, giving her a painful massage. 'Going to take that apron off yet? And then I can make it hurt less. Maybe even allow you more air?' Rin shook her head again. She liked her uniform! And her body was starting to warm up now, the pain stimulating her. 'Hmmm, well what about this?' She pressed over the figure's crotch. Rin grunted in pain, a shock transmitting itself into her pussy, the sting made worse by her own juices. Her lungs were aching now, straining for air, as she stared down at the woman. Then her vision went dark, the lenses becoming opaque. She staggered, feeling her balance wobble, only able to see painful spark-streaks. A stumbling step, and then she tripped, a terrifying moment of falling before something soft caught her, arms coming around her body. 'If you'd obeyed, then that wouldn't have happened! Naughty girl!' Rin grunted and tried to wriggle free, managing to get her feet back under her, the pain in her breasts getting more and more intense from the shifting, jabbing needles. 'There's another option here, but it's kinda mean. So if you just take your apron off, I won't have to use it, and will give you your eyesight back. Sounds like a deal, right?' The hands squeezed and groped her before she managed to wriggle away, standing tall and proud, before nodding. 'Good girl. Nice and slow and sexy.' Rin reached behind herself, starting to sway her hips, imagining music playing, as she untied her apron strings, stroking her body as she did so. The aching pains were melting into a swelling pleasure, and she teased fingers over her body, enjoying the feeling from the slight teasing, pulling the apron off and holding it out, then letting it drop to the floor. A strong electrical shock slammed into her neck, and she stumbled, a hand pulling on the collar and making her fall to her knees. She grunted in pain and shock, feeling the impact through her body, still blinded. 'We've paid for you for an hour, so I want to make the most of it. Guess I can't use your mouth, but can still use your hands.' Rin fumbled around, trying to reach for anything to use for stability, trying to work out where she was. The earbuds meant that all sounds came straight into her ears, without giving her any sense of direction, and she flinched when she felt a hand on her arm, pulling it forward. 'Sure you won't get undressed? I want to see what you look like naked. Your pictures online are sexy, but they're all a bit shopped, and don't show much.' Another hand squeezed the chastity bra, making the pins jab even harder. Rin twisted, wanting to try and ease the tit-torture, but was it was sealed around her body, impossible to remove. Her hand was pulled forward, until her fingers encountered a stiff, hot shaft, and she gripped it, starting to slide her hand up and down from pure reflex. 'A shame your mouth is sealed, I'd like you to eat me out! But this is fun.' The cock in Rin's hand was a satisfying hardness, and she gently pulled it in closer. She fumbled with her other hand, finding a thigh, sliding along it until she found another cock, starting to pump that as well. The woman shifted around, moving behind Rin, embracing her, the act making the needle-bra hurt again, one hand sliding towards Rin's crotch. The dildo inside of her kicked up several notches, blurring her thoughts, her breathing coming in fast, heavy pants, a cock on either side of her. 'Hmmm, so I can set, like, regular patterns, can't I? For your pussy and the shocks. And something with your breasts as well. I'll keep you on mute though - a maid should be seen and not heard.' Rin's face was sweaty and damp now, making her glad it was hidden behind the mask. Just a little more, and she'd be getting off herself! One of the cocks twitched, an oddly silent climax, and without any of the expected wetness. Where had the cum gone - he definitely wasn't wearing a condom! Light burst into her eyes, the opaque lenses sliding backwards. The vision through her right eye was mottled, light streaks of cum half-blinding her, before a finger appeared, smearing it over the lens. Everything was now viewed through a smeary vagueness, just before the other cock twitched, cum splattering over the other eye. At least that was better than having her uniform stained. Lips brushed against her bare back, soft and warm. 'Ready to get undressed yet? Those guys are going to be out of it for a while, so it's just you and me.' A hand pressed in on one of her breasts, the pain sharp and stinging. She gritted her teeth - she hadn't known about that! Tit-torture was painful, and would leave ugly marks that would have to heal! 'What's this thing?' A hand pulled on the front of her mask, on the additional breathing valve. 'Is that what this button controls?' Rin felt a puff of air against her face, and a stinging bitter scent. And then the burning started - in her eyes and nose, and in her throat, a brutal, vicious chemical burn, seeping into her face. She coughed, trying to clear it, tears welling up, making it even worse. Eyes stared through the cum-smeared lenses, Rin desperately blinking as she tried to clear the stuff, tears streaming down her face. 'Huh, that's clever. Wonder what it's loaded with?' Another puff, and the burning got even worse, the chemical-pepper stench intensifying, burning into her lungs. What the fuck had the Bunny-bitch put into there? It made every breath hurt, her eyes and throat on fire, tears blinding her even more than the cum. 'Now get undressed, or I'll do it again!' She was pulled upwards, her whole body weak, barely able to see, her face in agony. The stuff was searing deeper and deeper into her body, her lungs wracked with pain. It made her cough and splutter, but there was barely enough air to inhale again! 'Last chance!' Rin let her head drop, hoping it was taken as a nod, reaching around behind herself for the zipper of her dress and pulling down. She couldn't even see where the woman was, her sight so limited by cum and tears! And the dildo inside of her was buzzing away, adding a loose pleasure to the pain, further breaking her focus. It dropped to her waist, and then she twisted her hips, pulling it downwards, feeling the fabric pool to the floor. Her body was fever-hot, wracked with pleasure and pain, her nipples hard enough to make the twisting, jabbing needles even more painful. A hand slapped against her buttocks, a harsh spank that made her totter forwards, bumping into the table. A hand pushed down on her back, bending her over. 'Nice butt! A shame you don't want it used.' Having her breasts press against the table made them hurt even more, and she barely noticed being spanked again. It was like being pepper-sprayed! She wanted to get the Bunnybitch and make her wear the damn mask, see how she liked it! Hands slapped her bottom, and she could feel the chastity belt between her buttocks, glad at least of that protection. 'Kind of a shame you're sealed away, but you can at least get me off. Turn around.' It was hard pulling herself off the table, but Rin somehow managed, her head spinning, before a collar-shock drove her to her knees. The woman was sat down now, her trousers down, revealing pale, slightly flabby legs, spread to show off her slit. 'Move!' Her finger hovered over her phone, and Rin crawled forward, coming to a stop between her legs. She dipped her head forward, before the valve of the gasmask bumped against skin, and then moved her hands there instead, sliding them over the woman's thighs. 'Guess you're bi, huh? Suppose you have to be, working here.' It was hard to resist the temptation to move her head forward again, her tongue sliding from her mouth, despite the gasmask being in the way, but Rin managed to focus, despite the buzzing in her own crotch, and the increasing headache. She wanted to breath properly! But she couldn't control that, so had no choice but to tease her fingers forward, glancing up through cum-smears at the woman's face. Her pussy was already wet, Rin sliding two fingers in, starting to stroke them back and forth. The woman made a happy sigh, stroking her breasts, Rin trying to ignore the painful sparks of light in her eyes. She'd like to slap one of these masks onto the Bunnybitch, see how she liked it! Even if she was being paid well for this, it was still uncomfortable! The cock inside of her twitched, making her eyes spin. Being controlled like this was annoyingly arousing though, her breasts now warm from her own lust, as well as the constant needle-pricking. She could do without that, given the choice! The woman's body tensed around her fingers, drawing them in, nice and deep, pussy-juice slicking over Rin's fingers. The fuggy closeness of the mask was getting more and more intense, her thoughts harder to maintain, the cum starting to try on the lenses, making it even harder to see. At least they weren't resisting or holding back - she could feel them spasm, hitting their peak, juices flowing heavily. They twitched and spasmed again, before sagging backwards, Rin's fingers still deep inside of them, Rin slowly withdrawing. Her legs were feeling weak and wobbly now, the lack of air having an increasing effect on her. Despite that, she managed to stand up and curtsey again, her lungs straining and burning. The woman was glassy-eyed and dazed, both the men still in a post-fuck daze. With the mask in place, she couldn't speak, before the dildo shifted and her head lolled back, her knees almost giving way. She had to lean forward on the table to support herself, the motion making the metal pinch more deeply into her body, her breasts now throbbing with pain. She wanted to get off herself, dammit! Trying to touch herself just resulted in her fingers sliding off the metal off the chastity belt there, her own pussy locked away. She stroked her belly, feeling hot, firm flesh, enjoying the feeling of her fingers against her body, spreading her thighs and trying to twist on the belt. She grunted as the dildo twisted inside of her, feeling her thighs get sticky, her own juices starting to soak into her stockings. The woman stirred, glazed eyes staring at Rin, a hint of thought starting to return. 'Naughty girl! But you're skilled, I guess.' She reached out with a lazy finger, siding it over her phone, and air started to flow, Rin sucking at it greedily, filling her lungs in case it was suddenly withdrawn. 'Those two are going to be out of it for a while. So we need to have some more fun - there's still quite a while left on the clock, isn't there? So maybe I can persuade you to pop your anal cherry.' Rin shook her head, before being interrupted by another burst of pain around her neck. 'Let's see if I can persuade you otherwise!' The woman's smile was harsh, her finger hovering over her phone as Rin forced herself to stand up straight, displaying herself fully, stroking and sliding fingers over her skin, feeling her heat, and the sweat of her flesh. Being controlled was hot, but why were the women always crazy sadists? She writhed as the dildo gave a sudden twitch, letting herself fall into obedience, starting to dance for them, enjoying the look of desire on the woman's face. Chapter Two: Two-Month Vintage Velvet pressed her hand against the metal wrapped around her crotch, trying to push around it. It pinched into her skin, but she ignored the pain, wanting to slide a finger beneath it, to be able to touch herself properly. She could feel her own desperate wetness, so close, but locked behind the metal - and the transparent panel in front of her slit didn't help, letting her see how aroused she was in the mirror, as she tried to touch herself! The pressure-pain against her skin was increasing, the metal chafing against her finger, scratching her skin. A flare of pain slapped against her buttock, the head of a crop impacting against her skin, jerking her out of her focus. She growled, before seeing the reflection of the Bunny-bitch behind her, petite body sheathed in her usual outfit, bunny-ears poking up from above her military cap. And tiny, even in her heels, not quite coming up to Velvet's shoulder. 'You knew what you were signing up for! And I didn't see you complaining about the payment.' She flicked her wrist again, the crop tapping against the chastity belt, before sliding against Velvet's thighs, making her spread her legs. Even that impact rippled through her, adding another pulse of pleasure to her annoyed frustration! She growled again, before wincing at another strike, unable to move away. 'It's not like most of your fanboys even want to fuck you, they just like seeing you. And you've been drinking cum - isn't that enough?' 'No! I want to be fucked! And not in the ass, that's just not the same.' She tightened her buttocks, able to feel the metal band there, holding them apart, her asshole accessible. 'And having the nurses tie me down to keep me shaved is even worse.' The damn bitches liked to tease - not just keeping her pussy nice and neat, but also sliding their latex-wrapped fingers over her slit, tapping and probing, getting her close to the edge before cooling her off with an ice cube. 'Oh, is that what the screams were? I had wondered.' The Bunny-bitch moved closer in, wrapping her arms around Velvet, lifting up her latex skirt and sliding a hand between her legs, spreading fingers over the locked-off pussy. 'Well, it's your lucky day - enough people have bid on you that you might get released. So we need to put on a show.' She tapped a finger against the pussy-panel, making Velvet shudder again, biting her lip. 'So I want you to dress up nice and pretty. Maybe those long gloves you like, and something shorter and tighter than normal? I'm sure you want a nice high price, don't you?' Velvet groaned, the pleasure throbbing, her thoughts scattered. She wanted to grab the bitch, tie her down and fist her, see how that tight, petite body reacted to a large and forced intrusion! Or even just a fuck-fest gang-bang, get that neat, black bustier of hers stained with cum, the same for her glossy black hair! She managed to suppress the moment of rage, tensing her hands until it was over. 'You mean it? I'm going to get fucked? Hard?' 'Probably. Your buyer might want to lock you away again, just for fun. But you've got your fanboy squad, so I'm sure at least one of them will want the chance to use you.' She was pressed tightly against Velvet from behind, who could feel her small breasts, as the crop slid over her legs, just above her latex stockings. 'So go dress up - I'll put you on first, so you've not got long.' She pushed Velvet away, who was already peeling her usual dress away, loving the way the latex clung and peeled off her skin, letting her go in a kissing-caress. She was careful to hang it out - she'd have to properly clean it afterwards - before picking out a different outfit, one she'd wanted to save for a special occasion. But being fucked for the first time in two months was definitely special! The skirt didn't even cover her buttocks, so short that the curves of flesh could be seen, along with the chastity belt. There was a transparent panel over her belly, showing off the soft skin and the dip of her navel, low enough to show off her sealed crotch as well. It had belt-straps around the waist, letting itself get tightened into a corset, emphasizing her waist, pushing her breasts up, and a nice, deep cleavage, to showcase her breasts as well. Every time she moved, the shiny material gleamed, even in the crappy lightning of the dressing room, and when she twisted her hips, she could feel it shift and rise slightly. Latex gloves covered her arms, leaving just a band of white skin on her upper arms, while her legs were sheathed in latex stockings, giving her nice plump thighs, helped by the three-inch heels. She tilted her head, making her hair flow over her shoulders, making sure that no strands were caught up, smiling and pouting at the mirror. She was hot normally, but dressed like this, she was certain to get attention! And a nice high bid, and maybe even several? And in the pussy as well, not just more disappointment ass-fucks! As she dressed herself, other maids entered, getting their own clothing on, tending to their makeup, the air fogging with a haze of perfume and cosmetics.. Velvet gave the mirror a final pout, before turning and heading towards the main café. She could feel how wet she was, the metal pinching at her skin, her breasts feeling tight and hot against the bodice of the dress, the latex stretching and shifting as she moved. She loved the feel of it on her skin, tight and stretchy, closer than any lover's embrace, and the way it made her skin shine. She'd rather wear a bodysuit, to feel the same touch all over her body, clinging close and hot, but the bunny-bitch normally gave her shit for it, even if she wore a maid dress over the top. But it felt so good, and made her figure amazing. As she walked, she stroked herself, enjoying the way her latex gloves stretched over her arms and on her palms, feeling the softness of her breasts through the dress, tightening her thighs, suppressing another frustrated growl from the feeling of the chastity belt there. Two months! Two bloody months, with only the occasional ass-fucking, as well as a lot of cock-sucking. The money had been good, but two months! Even with her fans paying up for pics, having to go without fucking for two months had been a torture. The closest she'd gotten had been the two nurses strapping her into their damn examination chair and teasing her, bringing her to the very edge and then using ice cubes and electricity to make her squeal. She shivered at the memory, feeling her body get even warmer. There was already an audience, murmuring amongst themselves. Velvet saw a few of her fans, "V" badges catching the light and gave them a smile. Who would be renting her for the evening? Or maybe a group purchase? The way she was feeling now, it would take more than one man to satisfy her! The lights changed, crowd fading into darkness, spotlights bursting into life, dazzling Velvet for a moment. When she could see again, the Bunny-bitch was stood at the front, microphone in hand, the chatter of the crowd going silent. Unusually, the nurses were with her, wearing their tight latex mini-dresses, a matched pair in black-and-white, faces covered by surgical masks, gloves and stockings sheathing their arms and legs. 'Good evening, everyone! Welcome to the Maid Cage Club, where your pleasure is our passion! Before the usual entertainments start, we have something special - little Miss Velvet, our latex lover and shiny queen, is now being released from her chastity!' Velvet curtseyed, lifting up her dress to show off the metal belt, twisting her hips, enjoying being looked at, smiling into the darkness. 'Open bids, ladies, gentlemen and others! Who wants to be the first to see what two months without pleasure does to her? She's going to be lovely and wet and ready!' She heard shouts from the crowd, and could see the movement of hands being raised, the price going up satisfyingly fast. Even with the club taking it's cut, it would be a nice bonus for her as well! Maybe enough for some new bodysuits? Or something custom? As it ticked higher and higher, she posed and preened, half-turning to show off her backside, then bending over to make her dress tighten over her breasts. She wanted someone with a lot of stamina, or, even better a group! The bidding slowed down as she continued to pose, the Bunny-bitch working the crowd. Despite being a bitch, she was a good MC, encouraging the crowd, working them up and getting them excited. A hand touched against her feeling, latex-smooth, the sensation making her purr in pleasure, before seeing it was one of the nurses, the one in white. Another hand pressed against her torso, fingers jabbing just beneath her ribs, making her wince and gasp. Fingers tightened on her shoulder, pulling her backwards, the other maids parting to let her through. 'And going thrice - the Miss Velvet fanclub! In a specially arranged "snap the choker" challenge.' Velvet had to resist a groan. Oral throat-fuck? She wanted her pussy stuffed! But she let herself be dragged by the maid, not wanting those fingers to jab into her kidneys in painful little strikes. The other nurse was opening up the booth, revealing a device of shining steel, a heavy chair, a notch cut into the back, and heavy metal restraints, ready to bind the occupant. And a motorized dildo, positioned at the ready, between where her legs would go. It was a nice large one, covered with pleasing bumps and lumps, and she felt herself tingle again, wanting it inside of her already. She pulled herself out of the grasp of the nurse, settling herself into the chair, feeling it leech away her heat, the metal chill against her skin. She could lean her head far back, feeling her throat stretch out, the world tilting, now mostly upside down. Her arms settled into place, metal cuffs fastening over her wrists, the padding on the inside making them a little more comfortable. More cuffs clicked around her ankles, holding her legs spread, air kissing against her inner thighs. The white nurse brushed hair from Velvet's face, before sliding a finger over her throat. A band was passed over her skin - a choker made of thin fabric, prone to tearing. Well, at least if someone with a big enough cock fucked her throat hard enough! She wanted the dildo though, to have that cock thrusting into her, rough and hard. If she had that, then she didn't care what was done to her throat. Everything being upside-down made it all seem strange, the lights shining down from the ceiling glaring in her eyes. The Bunny-bitch led a group of men - the winners, her fan-club - over to her, explaining the rules. '...rough as you like, she's used to it. Whoever snaps the choker gets to fuck her sweet little pussy, which is sure to be nice and tight now. And our lovely nurses are testing a new device.' Velvet tensed up. What new device? She just wanted to be fucked, she didn't want to be a test subject! 'They've got some numbing gel, so we can get Miss Velvet nice and warmed up for you, but without ever getting her too hot. At least until someone wins her.' A latex-wrapped hand covered over Velvet's mouth, swallowing any protest she might have made, pressing down against her lips. More smooth fingers brushed over her thighs, touching against the belt, and she lifted her hips. There was a crisp, beautiful click, and she felt the pressure ease, the crotch-panel getting pulled away, blissfully cool air kissing against her cunt, her desire surging sharply enough to make her gasp. Fingers probed against her cunt, easily sliding into her, and she felt her body tighten, greedy for more, before they withdrew. The dildo pushed against her, the tip just lightly penetrating. She couldn't close her legs - not that she wanted to - but when she tried to bump her hips forward, a hand pushed her down, before a band stretched across her belly, elastic but without enough give to let her take the cock into herself. She growled from behind the gagging hand, glaring up into the eyes of the nurse. They laughed, the sound made strange by the surgical mask, before she withdrew her hand and stood aside. Velvet could see her fanclub, all arranged, the first few already being stroked by some of the other maids, getting them prepared. The Bunny-bitch stalked forward, crop in hand, leaning over Velvet to slide it over her body. When it touched against her thigh, she shivered, and then it raised up and flicked down, cracking against the top of her slit. She twitched, feeling the restraints easily take her movement, not letting her free, pain-pleasure coiling through her body. 'She's nice and ready for you! Let's see who can stretch that throat out!' The crop flicked again, hitting the same spot, tears forming in Velvet's eyes, her pussy still teased by the cock, just slightly entering into her. It was impossible to shift herself forward, no matter how much she wanted to! And her pussy ached, from the bloody Bunny-bitch and her bloody crop! Another stinging impact, making her body jangle and ache, but one of the men opened up his flies, his cock already half-erect. She opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. It was a decent-sized cock, the tip red. And then another flick of the crop, making her hiss in pain, her vision blurring for a moment. Hands grasped her head, cautiously at first before tightening, her view now limited by the man's shadow, his cock bumping against her lips. She could smell him, the scent of his soap as well as the fleshier, sweaty tang beneath, making her mouth water, as he drew back and then pushed his hips forward, the cock sliding between her lips, and into her throat. His balls slapped against her nose, the hair prickling her. She let herself relax as much as she could, the cock sliding deep into her throat. The choker-band stretched, but didn't snap, as he started to twist his hips back and forth, balls slapping against her face. There was the vague background noise of the Bunny-bitch giving commentary, but Velvet could barely hear it, as she let the cock slide into her, twisting her tongue around, trying to get him off as soon as possible. The cock pushed into her, making her gasp around the penis in her mouth - but it felt cold, her body not reacting. She mewled around the shaft in her mouth, wanting to feel the hot rush of pleasure and release, but there was nothing there - she could feel that she was filled and stuffed, but nothing else, despite how desperate she was! And then the man came. A blast of cum in her mouth and down her throat, making her cough and splutter, the taste flowing over her tongue. She could feel her eyes water as it withdrew, the wet shaft slapping her face on the way out. There was only a few seconds before the next one, a stronger grip, sliding straight into her mouth. This one was more forceful, thrusting his hips with greater vigor, his cock pumping all the way in then out again. Slobber started to spill from her mouth, down her face, and then onto her forehead, making her feel dirty and sticky. The cum-taste in her mouth, and the flavor of the fresh cock, was sending her into a swirl of lust. The dildo-shaft pushed deeper into her, spreading the numbing coolness - she could feel it penetrating into her, spreading her wide, but there was no pleasure, just the sensation of being filled. The man pulled back, thrust forward, making her throat stretch out, pulling out again, and then he came. The blast of cum hit her in the cheek, a stream of sticky gobbets, the scent overwhelming. She went limp, although it was hard to think or force herself to move, as another man moved in, eager to start using her. She just barely had time to swallow, taste of semen sharp and strong, before her throat was used again. The dildo was moving still, sliding in and out, and she had to force her body to tighten around it, trying to force herself to feel pleasure, but whatever those bloody nurses had put on it was making her numb and cold, making it impossible to get off. And she was tied into place, with a cock in her throat, so it was impossible to protest or do anything else, other than endure. At least she had the satisfaction of a cock in her mouth, even if it was starting to make her throat sore - she'd never deepthroated in this position before! She pushed her lips together, suckling the hard cock-shaft, flicking her tongue over the crown, then the length as it shoved into her mouth. Hands gripped her head painfully tight, pressing against either side, dragging at her, the cock impaling her throat. She could feel the choker stretching over her throat, willing it to break - and then she could go and be fucked normally! But it didn't break, as her throat was ravaged again, another blast of cum shooting straight into her throat. It was getting hard to breath now, her mouth blocked, her nose right up against the man's ball-sack, his cock remaining in her mouth, still hard even after his climax. His cum mixed with her spit, as she tried to push it out with her tongue, wanting the next cock already. The dildo twisted in, the cold throbbing making her whine - it wasn't fair being made numb down there! She was so wet and loose that the dildo was sliding in easily, stretching her out, but there was no pleasure, at all! As the cock withdrew, she gulped in several swift pants, trying to recover her strength, just long enough before another shaft impaled her throat. She was aching now - she'd be struggling to talk after this, her voice all raspy and rough. This cock felt huge, or maybe her throat was just sore now, stretched out by the previous cocks. This one grasped her throat, a thumb pressing down on the top, making her feel the stretching out of her skin even more, as her throat was made to expand around the intrusion. How big was he? He felt huge! And the way he squeezed her throat - a firm grip, pressing down against his cock through her skin. He squeezed again, and she went limp, unable to find the strength to do anything else, her vision blurring. The pressure on her throat started to change, and then she heard a distinct snap, the choker breaking. She managed to find the strength to wriggle, slapping her hands against the arms of the chair. Someone had won! Now could she have regular sex? The cock continued to slide back and forth, as she twisted her hands around, grunting around the shaft. It withdrew, leaving her gasping, wincing as it slapped her across the face. 'And we have a winner!' As her strength returned, she started to twist more, wanting to be set free. She still wanted to be fucked, even if she was numb, but that would need her being freed! 'Time for the competitor to claim his prize!' The metal cuffs on her arms and legs both clicked open, and she sat up, ignoring the semen and spittle that was starting to crust on her face. She stood up and turned around, stepping towards the man, shoving the Bunny-bitch out of the way. The man still had his cock out and gawped at her, as she pressed in close to him. 'You are going to fuck me raw! And I'm not letting you go until you make me cum.' She reached down and squeezed his balls, not letting go and dragging him away, using her other hand to finger herself, trying to restore heat and pleasure to her body. She'd get off if it was the last damn thing she did! Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. Maid Cage Club: Welcome to the Club Chapter Three: Backstage Tour Sally stepped back just as the blast of cum shot out, smearing onto the wall, droplets trickling down the bare concrete. Kuroko made a disappointed sound, before leaning forward to kiss the cock in front of her, licking her tongue over the crown, clearly savoring the taste. 'You came too fast! Master! You need to learn some control, so Kuroko can take it in the mouth.' She squeezed the cock, the man wincing slightly as the erection faded away. He had to brush at Kuroko's hand to get her to let go, looking slightly nervous as he did so, before his cock was finally released from her grip, then handed over a metal token. Kuroko, still on her knees, took it with a smile, ducking her head in a bow. 'Thank you, master. But, uh, maybe work on your stamina, please?' The token vanished into one of her sleeves. Sally coughed, drawing attention to herself. Both Kuroko and the man looked surprised, turning to see her. 'Uh, I've been told to tell you to finish up.' A klaxon sounded, making Sally wince at the sound, stabbing into her ears. They all had to wait until it had finished before they could talk again. 'Oh, that's closing time! Sorry, master. Although it looks like you need a little time to recovery. Maybe touch yourself a little less? And then you can spend more time with me!' The klaxon went off again. 'But you need to leave now. Otherwise the manager'll chop your cock off!' The man paled, hurriedly tucking himself away and zipping himself up, then getting his coat and heading for the door. 'I'll, uh, see you next time, Kuroko! A pleasure as always!' He moved fast, striding towards the doorway and vanishing from sight. As soon as he was gone, Kuroko rose from kneeling, looking at the cum-splat with disappointment. 'Kuroko wanted to taste that! But at least he finished quickly. Some guys keep going even through the closing bell.' She rolled her neck, muscles cracking. 'Shit, I'm on round-up duty tonight.' 'The, um, bunny-girl said that. Said it would be useful if you could show me around?' 'Yeah, this place is a bit of a maze.' Kuroko's voice had changed, becoming less girlishly high-pitched. 'And some of the others get too into it. You can give me a hand rounding them up.' She walked over to the cum-splat and dabbed her finger-tip against it, then licked her fingertip and shivered. 'Mmmm, he might be on a hair-trigger but he does taste good! You want to try?' She held her cum-stained fingertip towards Sally. 'Uh, no, but thanks.' Kuroko used her sleeve to wipe the stain off the wall, then sniffed the cloth and smiled. 'OK, let's go clear out the race-room first. They're close by. The sooner we get done, then the sooner we can go to bed!' She led the way from the room, turning the light off as she did so, apparently not caring about any other dirt or grime. The room had once been a stockroom or something, bare walls not intended for customer use. Despite her slight size, she walked fast, her sleeve brushing against her body with every stride, heading through a propped-open security door and into the main stripe of the store. One of the security grilles was half-raised, and Sally could hear motors buzzing away inside, along with distinctly female moans, warped and muted. Pink light shone from beneath, illuminating the otherwise dark area. Kuroko ducked beneath the metal, Sally following, wincing as the latex pushed and compressed her chest and lungs. She felt sticky and grimy beneath the material, looking forward to a shower! Inside, the room was filled with pink light, shed from strings of bulbs along the walls, the scent of sweat and pussy-juice thick in the air. It had once been a clothing store, with mannequins on the walls, dressed in various maid-outfits. Along one wall were cubicles with transparent plastic panels, each holding a woman - legs spread, a sybian between their legs. Electric score-cards were above their heads, one of them tensing and gasping as Sally watching, the number ticking up to "6". There were a handful of customers in there, one of them cursing. 'Dammit! I thought she'd be able to hold on for longer.' The motors cut out, all three of the women sagging down as the vibrations stopped. Moving closer, Sally could see that they were restrained in place, their thighs cuffed onto the sybians, towels beneath them looking damp and heavy. Kuroko clapped her hands. 'It's time for good girls and bad boys to go to bed! Don't make Kuroko get the whip, sirs! And to let these pussies get some rest.' She reached out towards a switch, flicking it off and on in quick succession, plunging the room in and out of darkness. 'One more...?' 'No, sir!' The squeaky, girly voice had returned. 'It's closing time, please return tomorrow.' Although she sounded cute and girly, she was still flicking the switch, the light and dark making Sally feel dizzy. With more grumbling they started to head for the exit, although a few of them leered at Sally on the way, as she went to look at the cubicles. There was a control panel outside each, allowing coins to be paid in to control the sybian. One was still bright - she twisted a dial upwards, and a motor started, the occupant twitching in response, her thighs tensing around the buzzing prong. Her chin was stained with spit, eyes barely focused, her hands cuffed to the front of the sybian, her uniform sticky with sweat. Her score-card showed a seven - was that how many times she had been forced to cum? Sally dialed it back down, before going and sliding the plastic panel aside, ignoring the cum-splatters on it. The scent of pussy-juice flowed out, thick enough that it made her feel aroused herself. 'Just give her a pinch if she doesn't respond. Did something to piss off her fans, so they clubbed together to "gift" her with a chastity belt, which she had to pay for the key for.' Sally tapped her on the forehead, eliciting a soft groan, as Kuroko sighed. 'Come on, you dumb slut. Shift's over. Unless you want me to leave you here all night?' A spark of life returned to the woman's eyes, and there was a squelching noise as she tried to pull herself off the sybian, her pussy drenched and slippery. Kuroko released their hands from the cuffs, then their thigh-cuffs. They slowly toppled to the side without support, Sally catching them, dragging them off the sybian. She could feel their heat against her own body, managing to keep them standing, her fingers sinking into a soft breast. 'That... felt... great!' 'Good. Now you can clean up! Get everything ready for the laundry cart. Sally, if she can't stand just drop her.' Sally slowly let the woman go, letting them lean against a wall, their legs obviously shaking. Their maid-uniform was thin gauze, showing off most of their body, with lingerie visible beneath, everything sticky with sweat. 'You need to clean up in here.' Kuroko slapped them across the face. 'Anyone in? Do you remember who you are?' 'Eugh... Can't I sleep?' Kuroko pinched a nipple, hard enough to make them yelp. 'No! Clean first, then sleep. Unless you want to be demoted?' 'Fine!' She was starting to wake up, a vague sense of life coming to her eyes. She managed to stagger over to another booth, her stockinged feet moving silently across the floor as she released one of the others. 'Man, that felt so good! That bastard chastity belt was hell, I've not gone so long without touching myself or getting fucked ever. I'll clean up in here, drag the cart over when it's ready.' She touched herself between her legs, a dozy grin on her face. 'Damn, I'm drenched! I need a drink.' Kuroko moved to slap her again, the woman now awake enough to raise her arms to block, Kuroko pulling back. 'Be quick about it!' 'Sure, sure. Damn, could do with a smoke as well.' Her head lolled, a blissful grin on her face. 'Hey, fresh meat! Want to join me in here sometime? Can get a good take!' 'Um, maybe some other time?' 'Hands off! She's café-staff for now. It's hard enough serving everyone without you poaching them.' They looked at each other, Kuroko's gaze hard, the other woman still unfocused, looking away first. 'Fine. Fuck, I can barely walk. Those bastards jammed the thing all the way to the maximum. It felt so good! Going to need the mop.' The other maids were trying to free themselves now, unclasping their thigh-bands, slowly unmounting, pussies looking pink and sensitive. 'Get to the cleaning then! I'll go check the birdcage.' As the three other maids managed to stir themselves from their post-orgasm daze, Kuroko pulled Sally with her. 'Sybian-sluts! The guests bet on how long until they cum. Tried it once and passed out. Woke up suspended from the ceiling with my panties in my mouth, my arse spanked red and my pussy so sore I couldn't get off for weeks afterwards! Wouldn't recommend it. And you have to split the profits!' The mall was creepy, with most of the lights turned off, the shuttered-off storefronts looking like prison cells, or empty caves. 'How much of this place do we use?' 'A lot more than we pay rent for. Not like anyone cares though, and we're grabbing more as we get the money to convert it into something useful. Not that we're allowed to know how much this place actually earns! Might ask for a raise if we knew that. Although it's better than waitressing! Tips are a lot more generous.' Footsteps sounded, heels clicking on the floor, a dimly-seen shape of white-and-black ruffles making their way past in the shadows, making Sally squeak nervously. 'Just be careful about some of the rougher games.' Her voice turned girly again. 'Kuroko's only delicate, sirs! Although you look like you could take some punishment. And you looked like you were enjoying the gangbang earlier.' Sally tensed her thighs, remembering the cocks shoving into her, hot and hard, filling her up. That had been intense! 'Um, yeah. Been a while since I've done anything like that.' 'Well, got you a good rating. Just be careful not to stand out two much, the three queens don't like competition.' 'The what?' 'They're the top-ranked maids. They get to charge a lot for their services, and can be pickier about who, and what, they do. And they don't like competition. We're about to meet one - Coraline. She gets to pick and choose! Lucky bitch. Up here.' Kuroko suddenly turned left, her slight form fading into the shadows, moving up a barely seen staircase, up onto the upper story, Sally following. Upstairs were more barely-visible shuttered shops, the sole exception being a warm, golden glow shining from a narrow doorway, several electric candles gleaming away. 'She's not allowed real ones anymore, at least not out here. We'll probably have to kick some of her simps out - they tend to get clingy and weird.' She entered, Sally cautiously following behind. Inside, the large room had walls covered with lace curtains, doing something to make the concrete box less harsh, with more electric candles making everything shimmery and vague. Light perfume filled the air, and cushions and beanbags were scattered everywhere on the floor. An inner curtain divided the room in half, with gold-painted poles holding it stuff. Elegant violin music came from somewhere, as a tall and curvaceous female shape appeared behind the curtain, posing to show themselves off. 'Oh? A final gentleman for the evening?' They posed some more, enough that Sally could see that they were wearing some kind of light negligee. 'You heard the claxon! Kicking out time.' 'Oh, it's just you.' They pulled the curtain aside, revealing a tall woman, blonde hair falling to her waist, wearing only a filmy negligee, heels and a thick golden collar, a metal chain running from her neck to a bolt in the wall. 'I was just finishing a conversation with this fascinating man. Isn't that right?' A man's head moved into view, kissing at her shoes, as Kuroko rolled her eyes. 'Get him out before I drag him out.' 'I don't think you have the strength, cum-slut. I wonder, are you even earning enough to stay out of the dungeons? It won't be long before you're tied up and free for use, I think.' The man kissed her shoe again. 'Please, mistress, accept this!' He held up something that shone brightly, the woman smiling broadly as she took it. 'When was the last time you saw one of these, little Kuroko? Still scrabbling in the dirt, sucking all the cocks.' She turned down to face the man, kneeling close and kissing him. 'Time for you to leave, my dear. But please, think of me, and I hope you can return soon.' 'It took me weeks to save that! Mistress, can't you see me sooner?' The man's voice was desperate and pathetic as he begged. 'I am precious, am I not? And deserve to be treated as such. When you can shower me with gifts, then you may have more of my time.' She reached down, between his legs, making him shiver. 'But we must be parted.' From how he'd gasped, she must have squeezed. 'Until next time, my dear.' She used her grip on his cock to pull him upwards, then pushed him away. 'Maybe this little one will take pity on you? Her mouth is always willing, or so I'm told.' The man stumbled past, his erection obvious in his tailored trousers. He didn't even look at Sally and Kuroko as he vanished into the cavernous darkness of the mall. 'Not got any others hidden away?' Coraline studied her nails (beautifully manicured, bright red). 'I do quite well enough that I've never needed to entertain after hours, or to risk the punishments for it. If you hurry after him, you might be able to get something off him. He had some copper tokens I think - I don't bother with such things anymore.' Kuroko was tense, looking like she was about to hiss at Coraline, before collecting herself. 'I'm looking forward to when you can't pay up. Without that collar, you'll be meat! Be fun seeing how fast you can run.' 'I think my loyal and loving fans will endure. And I would rather live like this rather than sucking cock, like some have to.' Before the two could bicker more, Sally stepped forward. 'Is there anything we need to do here?' 'If the queen bitch says she's kicked all her simps out, then we can go. Not like she can leave.' Sally could see that the collar was locked in place, an ornately-carved but sturdy padlock sealing it around the woman's neck, the chain too thick to break and attached to a heavy metal bracket on the wall. Kuroko spun on a heel, flicking her skirts up and walking away. 'Good night, little Kuroko. I hope you wake up in a pretty cage of your own in the basement.' Kuroko hissed but didn't answer. 'And you, new girl. If you want some advice, then come up and see me. I won't bite, and you can have a few of my cast-offs, once I've drained them mostly dry.' Sally plucked at her skirts, managing a curtsey. 'Thank you, but I'll need to see what other options are available.' Then she moved hurriedly to follow Kuroko, not wanting to get lost in the darkness. She heard the collar-chain clinking as Coraline moved, the electric candle-lights starting to blink out. Kuroko was seething outside, savagely kicking at the wall, hard enough to scuff the shiny black leather of her heeled mary-janes. 'Bitch thinks she's better than us! When she can't afford that fancy collar, then she's going to be very popular, but not how she wants to be.' 'How does that work?' Kuroko gave the wall another kick, before collecting herself and walking away, shoulders stiff and tense. 'When she's chained in the cage, she's the boss of anyone in there. Can't be ordered or commanded, what she says goes. But she can't leave, she can't remove the collar herself. If she can't pay to keep it, then no collar, no protection. And there's a lot of customers that want to use her but can't afford her! She'll get fucked raw.' After walking back downstairs, Kuroko slammed her hand against a metal shutter. 'Come on, everybody out! Time for all good girls and bad boys to go home!' A few shapes stumbled out, the maids easier to see in the low light thanks to their white frills and lace, and pale skin on display, men fading into the shadows. 'So, new girl.' 'Sally.' 'Stick around long enough and I might learn your name. You've had a long day - I remember my first, was barely able to walk afterwards. If you head back to the café, then Andrea - the blonde with the big tits - will show you to a room. Just watch out for the bunny-bitch, she's always crabby late at nights, and that crop of hers stings.' 'Uh...' 'Don't worry, I'm not a complete bitch. Muscle in on my turf and we'll have issues, but us working girls need to stick together the rest of the time.' A hand patted against Sally's shoulder. 'Now go rest. I'll go clear out the dungeons, the classroom and the lab.' 'Thanks.' Sally yawned, tiredness overcome her. 'Down this way?' She could see the light of the café, looking warm and comforting against the stark darkness of the otherwise abandoned mall. 'Yup. And make sure to sign your clothing back in. You don't want to get in debt already, and even I don't really like wearing clothing stained with last night's cum.' Sally stumbled towards the light, wondering what the place would be like to sleep in. |