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Gloryhole Girl
(Melissa DuVant)
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Gloryhole Girl Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention. Table of Contents Mistress Gets a Toy ch. 1: An Unsteady Awakening There's something kinda compelling about the thought of just being bent over, exposed, and unable to even see who's approaching and going to do stuff to you! Courtney stood up, enjoying the way the other players all looked at her, knowing how good she looked in the sleek satin dress, the thing clinging to her curves, showing her body off. With a smile, she stroked a finger on her bare thigh, before hooking it around the thin material of her thong, wriggling it down and stepping out of it, letting it dangle from her hand to show it off. The thong part was a string of golden spheres, some of them even shinier from rubbing against her pussy, her intimate fluids smeared over them. 'I think that should cover my bet.' She swung them around her finger, before tossing them onto the pile in the center of the table - cash, jewelry, a watch, even the keys to a sports car, all heaped up for the winner. A young woman, wearing the casino uniform of a tight, red waistcoat and black trousers, leaned over and picked them up, starting to examine them through a magnifying glass. The sheer amount of scrutiny of something that had been pressed closed against her body made Courtney blush slightly, before she dismissed the thought, preferring to think about the money she was about to make! Courtney looked around at the other players, at least those still in the game, enjoying the tingle of desire from between her legs, uncovered beneath her dress. She had a good hand, and the money she could make from this would keep her entertained for a long time! Especially now Daddy was refusing to pay for her - it wasn't her fault other people had kept crashing into her car, or that her flat had been wrecked in a party! But it wasn't as though making money was hard - it just took a few gambles. And the sports car she was about to win was very nice - she could already feel the throbbing of the engine through her body, leather seats vibrating against her back. Maybe she could find a new fuck-buddy, someone to eat her out on the bonnet of the thing? Cards flicked out against the green cloth of the table, Courtney carefully lifting a corner to see what she'd been dealt, being careful to keep her expression neutral. Not what she wanted, but she already had a good hand - hopefully everyone else's was worse! She glanced around the table, trying to read everyone else's expressions, but got nothing, with everyone else giving her careful smiles, or flat-out leering at her. Well, that wasn't really a surprise - she was hot as hell, and dressed to show it off, with her dress being almost skin-tight, her cleavage pushed upwards. She stretched out her hand, an attendant stepping forward carrying a tray, from which Courtney took a glass, a shot of whisky in it, between rocks of ice. She took a sip, enjoying the complex taste, as well as the knowledge of how expensive it was. The pile of wealth in the center of the table was making her mouth water - just imagining the thick rolls of money against her skin, or the gold between her fingers, and all the fun she would be able to pay for with it! 'All bets received.' The dealer's voice was firm and polite, gloved hands brushing some stray notes back into the center. 'Show your cards.' They went around in order, nervousness fluttering in Courtney's belly. Her beaded panties were still being examined, the gold balls getting twisted and squeezed, the attendant speaking into a headset, too quiet for Courtney to hear. Her eyes flicked up to one of the security cameras, a red dot staring back at her, a moment before she heard footsteps approach from behind. A female voice spoke, soft but firm, close against her ear. 'Madame, your gold has been found to be fake. We have a strict policy on such things.' 'But, I...' Her protests were cut off as leather was pulled over her face, cutting off her vision, smooth and tight across her skin. She tried to twist and fight back, flailing with her arms, feeling her nails scratch against a waistcoat, struggling to stand up from her chair. Her stiletto heels were suddenly a hazard, making it hard to keep her balance, as she was shoved forward. The hood only half-covered her face, blocking her eyes but not yet her mouth. She tried to pull it off, but hands grabbed her wrists, bending them backwards, metal cuffs locking into place, a short chain clicking tightly when she tried to pull them apart. 'Hey! Fuck off!' A hand grabbed the scruff of her neck, squeezing hard and twisting her around, shoving her up against a wall. The impact dazed and winded her, and then she was pushed down onto her knees, still twisting with her shoulders, trying to wriggle out of the cuffs. The metal scraped and rubbed against her soft skin, tight enough that it couldn't move much, as someone pressed up against her from behind, keeping her held in place. The leather hood was pulled down, sliding over her nose, filling her senses with the scent of sweat and fear, making it harder to breathe. A moment later, it was pulled down over her mouth, her tongue licking against the inside, able to feel the stuff with her lips. Cords tightened, pulling it tighter on her head, her hair trickling out of the bottom. 'And it appears, Madame, that you have lost the bet. This leaves you in substantial debt to the house. A payment plan will require arranging.' The hood tightened further, pressing against her face, stifling the airflow, holding her jaw shut. All she could do was make pathetic mumbling noises, still flailing with her arms, feeling nails scratch against trousers, before a shoe kicked her in the back. Panic burned through her, burning up even more air, a painful fuzz burning in her lungs and her head, the hood sealing her away from the world. She was yanked backwards, onto her back, before hands grabbed her and rolled her over. Courtney kicked out, feeling a heel connect with something, hearing a muffled grunt of pain, glad that she was at least able to do something! Hands grabbed her ankles, pulling them together, metal bands locking tightly around her bare skin, holding her legs together. Next her legs were bent backwards, joints straining, her heels pressing against her butt, more metal clicking together between her wrist- and ankle-cuffs, forcing her to bend into a tight hogtie. She grunted in protest, rolling around on the ground, feeling her dress shift around, her breasts threatening to spill out, legs entirely exposed. She tried to break free, the metal biting painfully against her skin, starting to rub and scratch, but it was too strong for her to break free. Courtney couldn't see anything, her hearing muffled by the hood, before a shoe stamped down against her butt. She tried to groan in protest, not liking the thought of dirt on the expensive dress, but was powerless to do anything. The chain between her wrists and ankles was pulled on, taking her off the ground, strain building in her spine as she sagged down. All she could do was strain and writhe, pain starting to increase as the cuffs bit deeper into her skin, forced by her own weight. She was being carried somewhere, still hooded, the leather tight enough that it was impossible to shake off. Sucking in air was an additional strain, just a tiny nose-hole barely enough to supply her with what she needed, a desperate burning surging within her lungs. She had no idea where she was being taken, before she was dropped onto a surface. It was cold, hard metal, draining off her heat, her dress only thin, unable to protect her. Chill air was blowing against her skin, adding to her discomfort, as she wriggled around, able to roll a little. With effort, she was able to move onto her side, twisting and writhing, before finding a terrifying void there. She had no way of knowing how far the drop was, or where she was! 'Dress - approximate value 3000.' She was rolled back onto her belly, hands grabbing at her. 'Shoes - 500.' Hands, covered in smooth plastic gloves, moved up her legs, making her skin crawl, before releasing the buckles on her stilettos, removing them and leaving her feet bare. 'Not enough to remotely cover her debt. I suppose there's something else she has that can be sold.' A hand slapped against her cheek, hard enough to make her gasp. 'It seems we have an issue of payment. Your possessions are not enough to cover your debt, and your account was empty already. While your father is wealthy, it seems that you have been cut off from his largesse of late.' Another slap, before the hand moved down to her breast, giving it a light squeeze. 'You could be put to work on the casino floor - but I suspect that minimum wage might not be to your liking. Is there something else you might suggest?' Courtney twisted her shoulders back, pressing her breasts forwards, wriggling around in the tight hogtie. Working? She'd never done such a thing before, and had no desire to start now! But she knew what the hookers and fuckdolls could make - and she was far more attractive than any of them. And she might be able to find some sugar-daddy, squeeze him to pay her debt off even sooner. 'Mpphh! Hphhh!' She rubbed her chest against the hand, trying to show off how attractive and compliant she was - if being fucked by some old gamblers would let her get out of here, she had no issues with that! Fingers squeezed her backside, giving it a hard pinch, making her gasp. 'Do you want me to send her to the entertainment rooms?' 'Yes - she can be used to staff the hole. I assume you agree?' Another buttock squeeze, before a hand pulled her head back, making her spine ache even more. She nodded, at least the tiny amount she could, making what were hopefully enthusiastic noises. 'Courtney McMillan, you are now responsible for a debt of 1.8 million dollars. I'm sure you'll enjoy paying it off.' Her head was released and she was rolled onto her side, hands groping and molesting her. Her breasts were squeezed, before a hand pressed against her stomach, pushing hard. She squirmed, trying to wriggle away from the probing hand, not liking it squashing her belly. 'A good body. She's going to be popular - and she's got a nice face as well.' That sounded good! And she was very attractive - she'd be out of here in no time! The hand moved over her breasts, squeezing them through her dress, and she tried to protest through her hood, not liking how hard they squeezed and pinched. She couldn't fight back though, or do anything other than tense up against the cuffs that held her into the tight hogtie. The fingers kept squeezing her breast, kneading it with enough force that it started to hurt. 'Feels all natural as well - I was expecting some plastic surgery! The customers prefer them natural, so I suppose she'll be earning her keep well enough.' She grunted indignantly - she was beautiful, and had no need of surgery! And there was no need to pinch quite so hard. She tried to kick with her legs, the movement just hurting her ankles as the metal cuffs scraped and scratched at her soft skin. 'Yes, she's going to be very popular! She's had some visitors to her hotel suite as well, so I know she's fully functional.' Another painfully-hard breast squeeze, and then the hand moved towards her crotch. She tried to wriggle away - she knew some people liked being tied up when having sex, but she wasn't one of them! Although she could feel a faint, tingly warmth, starting to spread through her body. But there was limited space to move before hitting the edge of the surface, and the terrifying drop there, making the touch impossible to evade. Her dress was pulled aside, the gloved hand sliding along her bare skin, making her shiver in fear at the forced exposure, hating the smooth-fingered touch. It got closer and closer to her pussy, tickling against her inner thigh. 'She's shaved already, so that's one less job to do. What a nice, tidy girl! Although she won't be as clean once she's been in use for a while.' A finger touched against each of her lower lips, a whimper escaping her lips as they pressed harder, spreading her wide. She clamped her thighs together, the fingers withdrawing. Pain, as a hand slapped against her pussy, sending hot and vicious tingles burning up into her belly. She'd never been hit there before, and it hurt more than she'd ever imagined! 'The more obedient you are, the easier this will be. Good girls earn more.' Another slap, sending more pain into her body, fingers starting to stroke her pussy again. 'She might have some spirit still. Well, we'll see how long that lasts - but the customers will enjoy it while it does. We can charge extra, while she's got enough presence of mind to be aware of herself.' The touches were light and gentle, contrasting with the pain from the pussy-slaps, the hood imprisoning her head still, reducing her senses and cutting off her airflow. There was nothing she could except powerlessly wriggle against the hogtie, forced to endure being stroked and groped somewhere she didn't want to be touched! The fingers started to have an effect, stroking over her shaved pussy, before one slid into her. She gasped and shivered, barely able to breathe, hating the thrilling sense of violation, her body being treated like a piece of meat. 'It might need a bit of work to get her going, but everything works.' The finger pushed deeper - she was still dry, so the digit rubbed and chafed, despite the smoothness of the glove. Her inner walls tensed around the intruder, making it feel even more intrusive, the thing twisting and spinning inside of her. And there was still the aftermath of the pain from the pussy-slaps, vicious and harsh within her body. No matter how she twisted her head, the hood stayed firmly in place, leather tight around her skin. Her head felt woozy and dazed, the lack of air fogging her thoughts, making it impossible to focus, all her senses seeming to narrow down to just the finger sliding around in her cunt. She sagged, her strength fading, unable to resist the probing finger. She could feel dampness at the corners of her eyes, tears starting to form despite the hood, wanting to protest at her treatment. All she could do was make pathetic whines though, the airflow so limited that it was impossible to be any louder. And the finger was starting to feel better, something to focus on other than the pain and shame. A hand pressed against her face, pinching her nostrils shut and pressing against her mouth. That was impossible to breathe through, her airflow entirely cut off. The burning in her lungs quickly increased even more, becoming a sharp, throbbing pain. Darkness started to rise up in her head, blotting everything else out, swallowing her up and consuming her, until her awareness of everything else was blotted out. Courtney's senses slowly returned, before a hand slapped against her face, pain surging, sharp and sudden, hard fingers impacting on her cheek. The hood did little to absorb the impact, and her reflexive gasp of air made her lungs ache. She tried to twist away from the impact, becoming away of more restrictions on her movement - she wasn't in the hogtie anymore, but still couldn't move much. Something was tight around her belly, firm rubber sealed all around her, pressing against her through her dress. Her legs were bent beneath her, more of the firm rubber around her ankles, the same around her wrists, trapping her fully. She could shake her torso around, just a tiny amount, a hard surface beneath her breasts, holding her up. She could twist her fingers, bending her wrists a bit, bending her hands inwards, able to touch her own backside, feeling the material of her dress. Her shoes were still on, but weren't on the ground, instead supported and held by whatever strange device held her. Fingers touched against her cheek, and then the hood was released, the laces down the back of her head loosening off. The pressure against her face started to lessen, making her breathing easier, the aching of her lungs starting to fade. She struggled more as her strength returned, and then the hood was plucked from her face, getting yanked away in a single movement. Light stabbed her eyes, making her wince and moan, only slowly able to see her surroundings - a dull and dreary concrete room, almost like a prison cell, with a door opposite her. Stood between her and the door was a young woman, wearing the uniform of a casino dealer, a cigarette in her mouth. The only colors in the room were her red waistcoat and the orange embers of the cigarette, everything else being dull, plain grey, the hood getting tossed into a corner. 'Hey! What is this?' Courtney struggled against whatever held her, trying to twist her head to see what it was, hair falling over her eyes. It looked like behind her there was just a wall, so close that she was... stuck through it somehow? And there was a table beneath her, supporting her upper body, making her crane her neck to see anything. The woman slapped her across the face again, looking bored, before taking a drag on her cigarette. 'You've got a debt to pay. Once that's done, then you're free to go - but it's going to take a while for you to pay it off! Even at a grand per pussy-fuck, you've got a lot of cocks to deal with before you're leaving.' 'What? I don't... OW!' She was slapped again, the woman grabbing at her jaw, squeezing it shut. 'Stop whining. I've had a long shift, and I don't want to have to deal with your shit. If you start screaming, then I'm going to shove something into your mouth to shut you up.' Her fingers squeezed harder at Courtney's jaw, nails digging into skin. 'The more you relax, the more guys can fuck you and the sooner you get to go.' She'd imagined something more erotic - at least an actual bed, not her lower half turned into just a fuckhole! And how was she bound? She could wriggle her hands and feet, but not much, groping her own ass, trying to pull her dress back into some sort of order. 'You're going to be here for a while, so get used to it. Nice, easy work - the perfect thing for a dumb slut like you.' Another long drag on the cigarette, before she took it from her mouth and pressed it down onto Courtney's back, at the top of her spine, where her dress didn't cover. She hissed in pain, feeling the burn from the heat, the smell of the thing making her nauseous. 'All you need to do is stay there like a good fuck-slut - you're only here as a nice pussy and tight ass. Maybe your customers will be kind and lube you up? Or take you raw. Not my asshole, not my problem.' 'Mphhh!' 'Normally we make the girls look a bit nicer, but it's not really worth it for the first time. You're pretty enough to do.' The grip of the hand was so tight on her face it was impossible to shake off, the slight pain of the cigarette still aching. 'I have to keep an eye on you, as it's your first time. If you're a good girl, then I'll show you what's happening. Would you like that? Make one pathetic squeak for yes, otherwise I'm just going to hurt you again.' 'Mphh...' All she could do was make a quiet, desperate whimper, still not knowing what was going on or where she was. But the woman withdrew her hand, letting Courtney breathe properly, still straining at the heavy, padded rubber around her limbs and torso. It was too tight to allow movement, scraping against her skin, keeping her trapped, but without the hand on her face she could look around a little more. Straining her neck as far as it would go, she could see the wall behind herself, her arm vanishing into a rubber-edged hole, the seal inflated to make it tight against her skin. When she twisted her hands, she could feel the edge of something similar around her torso, forcing her to thrust her ass and pussy out, fully exposed. 'Customers pay good money for our services - and for someone fresh like you, they're going to pay even more! This is going to be the easiest night for you, before the ones that like it rough get their hands on you. So I'd enjoy it as much as possible, if you can.' Courtney wanted to protest, but the tone of the woman's voice was hard, and her cheeks were still throbbing and stinging from the slaps and squeezing - she didn't want to be hurt again! 'You're here to be fucked - if you start causing problems, then the hood goes back on, and you can be just a piece of fuck-meat. Views aren't great down here, but I'm sure you'd prefer this to just darkness?' Courtney whimpered, but nodded. And at least she could breathe properly now! And there was that enticing tingle again, the thought of rough hands grabbing and using her producing a reaction within her that she hadn't expected. 'Good. Sluts need to learn to be nice and quiet!' The woman reached up above Courtney's head, coming back into view with a tablet, holding it so that Courtney could see. It showed a small room, plain white tiles on the wall and floor, and a backside, hands and feet poking through the wall around the ass. When Courtney wriggled her hands, she could see the ones on the screen move. Seeing herself like this made it obvious how exposed she was - her dress draped over her buttocks, showing off her curves, hands just about able to reach her own body. Beneath that were her feet, high-heeled shoes still in place, the straps doing little to cover her skin. On the wall by her body were various sex toys, along with a roll of tissue and a bowl full of condoms. The sight of the paddles and vibrators made her shiver - in this position, there was no way for her to protect herself, or even object to their use! She tried struggling again, wanting to break free, but the seal was too tight, starting to chafe uncomfortably. Above her exposed backside was a screen, currently showing the back of the woman talking to her, before she stood to one side, and Courtney could see her own face, a table beneath her supporting her body. 'You're here for a few hours to start with - a lot of time for your cunt and ass to be used. So relax and try to enjoy it! Try and relax and enjoy it, and don't start crying or anything. Some of the sick fucks even prefer that - shoving their dick into anything! Freaks - but you get paid the same either way. If you want all the roughest perverts to fuck you rough and raw, then pass out a few times. I wouldn't recommend it though! I might have to wake you up again - maybe stick a electric prod in that tight little pussy of yours.' Courtney shivered, fear starting to course through her. She didn't want to be fucked like that! 'Can I...' The woman shook her head, taking out another cigarette, the smell filling the room, making Courtney's eyes sting. 'You owe the casino, and this is how you're going to pay. Trust me, it could be a lot worse!' Another long drag, before she puffed out a thin haze of smoke, the tip of the cigarette glowing with an orange light. 'And I have to stay here to keep an eye on you. So just be a good girl and let yourself be fucked.' The tablet was moved away, denying Courtney the sight of her own body, making her twitch and shiver nervously, expecting to be assaulted at any moment. 'Oh, your first customer! Aren't you a lucky slut?' The cigarette was burning down fast, before the woman took it from her mouth, jabbing it into Courtney's shoulder, pressing it into her skin. The burn made her yelp, and then she felt hands on her backside, squeezing at her buttocks. She tried to shake them off, but couldn't move her hips, the wall keeping her trapped. She fumbled with her hands, feeling the other person, their skin feeling warm and rough. A hand spanked across her buttocks, making her gasp with pain, unable to hear the sound of impact. The woman was watching the tablet, a faint smile on her lips. 'He's a bit of a bruiser! Guess this might be a rough ride for you.' She could feel whoever-it-was grabbing and squeezing her ass, fingers rough and harsh, ignoring the flailing and flapping of her hands, before her skirt was ripped away. The next spank was even harder, a palm striking at full force against her bare buttocks, making her gasp in pain, feeling her ass start to redden, followed by several more strikes. 'Wonder which hole he's going to go for? Ass or cunt? Oh, he's getting a paddle first.' A moment later, Courtney felt the hard wooden paddle impact against her ass, the surface covered with rough wooden spikes. It hurt even more than the open-handed spank, sending a vicious surge of pain through her body. She squirmed, feeling tears start to form in her eyes. Through that faint haze, she could see the camera now, a little black bead staring back at her, recording her shame and disgrace. Each strike hurt even more than the previous one, her skin soft and tender, aching with an increasing heat, making her gasp and groan with every hit. The hands grabbed her buttocks, pulling them apart, the touch hurting after the rough paddling. A stiff, hot shaft rubbed against her skin, Courtney twitching when she realized that it was a cock, already hard and erect. Her hands wriggled, and she felt his nails scratch against skin, before the hands tightened, digging into her ass-meat. Something wet and sticky splashed onto her asshole, her skin crawling when she realized that it was spit. 'Huh, guess he's going in raw. There is lube if he wants it, but some guys are just into that.' Courtney tried to make herself relax, but too many emotions were spilling through her, making it hard to control herself. 'He's quite large as well. You been ass-fucked before? If this is your first time, it's going to be rough.' More spit, the cock sliding against her buttocks, before she felt it thrust, starting to press against her asshole. It was a constant force, wet with spit, starting to force her open. Her asshole started to spread itself, unable to resist the cock, stretching out, making more tears sting her eyes. It hurt, a strange stretching that made her muscles ache, impossible to resist. It started to push back and forth, driving deeper into her with each thrust. The pain was intense, but it mingled with a desperate pleasure, something within her fighting back, somehow finding a good sensation in the stretching of her tight hole. She was too drained to resist, the cock forcing itself into her ass, her sphincter getting spread wide. The cock felt massive, impaling her from behind, going deeper and deeper, making her head spin. She sagged down against the table, mouth slack, her own dribble oozing out, some of it seeping beneath her cheeks, wet and sticky. As she was being ass-fucked, the spanking didn't stop, a steady beat of impacts against her body, without any way to protect herself. Her hands went limp, feeling the man's hips start to hit against her butt, the cock fully sheathed within her body. She could feel it inside of herself, stretching her out, using her in a way she'd never experienced before, the sensation burning within her, as it started to move backwards and forwards. The realization that her asshole was being used as a fuck-toy, stretched out by the cock, made her face flush, a bright red humiliation All she could do was endure it, until the cock twitched, movement suddenly easier with additional lubrication, the cock then sliding out of her. Cum and spit dribbled out of her asshole, making her feel dirty and used, the now-shrinking shaft getting rubbed against her buttocks, smearing cum and spit along them. 'First customer done! And that's your debt reduced - not by much, but every little counts.' Courtney could feel her asshole slowly closing up, the muscular ring aching. Her buttocks stung with pain as well, the spanking having been hard and strong. 'Fuck-sluts don't get breaks. Here's the next one.' There was no warning, hands grabbing her hips, another cock sliding against her thighs. It rubbed against her skin, before touching against her pussy lips. 'He's eager! And not using a condom. Well, I'll have to charge him extra for that, so you should be thankful.' It pushed against her pussy lips, forcing its way into her. This wasn't as rough as the ass-fucking, but the thing was still demanding her body accept it! The cock was stiff and firm, pushing into her despite her dryness, before withdrawing. It returned a moment later, now slippery, lube coating it. This made it ache less as it pushed into her, the hands painfully tight on her hips, squeezing her hard. 'Anal wasn't your thing? Well, you might enjoy this more, I guess.' It started to slide back and forth, the man slamming into her, his full length shoved into her cunt, filling her entirely. There was no tenderness - she was being used as nothing more than a cunt, wet and tight, unable to resist or protest. More dribble oozed from her mouth, her senses overwhelmed, her pussy stretched out as the cock forced itself into her. 'Mrhhhh...' 'If you pass out, I'll have to wake you up - and you won't like that. I prefer to stay out of where the camera can see me, just in case any of the customers request me! So be a good slut and stay awake.' Mistress Gets a Toy ch. 1: An Unsteady Awakening 'I suppose I should tell you what's going on, as you can't really see for yourself.' Nicole twisted, feeling at her restraints - her arms were held upstretched above her head, something tight on her wrists. When she moved, she could hear chains lightly clinking. 'Nice that you're awake, I was starting to get bored.' The voice was female, proud and amused, and close. Nicole turned her head, senses returning. Her vision was blocked, padding over her eyes, a strap keeping the blindfold in place. As she moved, her long hair slid over her bare back - she shivered, suddenly realizing that she was naked. Where was she, and who was speaking to her? 'You look lovely, all spread out and exposed. Padded cuffs on your wrists, chained to the ceiling to hold you in place. A leather panel-gag, sealing your mouth - I have no patience for any protests or complaints. So when I think that you're going to be sweet and obedient, then the gag comes off.' Nicole tightened her jaw - there was a fat and rubbery lump in her mouth, and stiff leather over her lips. She tried to make a sound, but all she could hear was a muted and pathetic whimper, before the voice continued. 'A blindfold over your eyes - a shame that your lovely face is mostly hidden behind leather, but it sets an appropriate tone, I think? Just your cute little nose poking out. Anyway, You're naked except for some latex stockings, and shoes - I wanted to show off your lovely legs. Oh, this is being recorded as well. Once you're nice and obedient you might be allowed to see it. And cuffs around your ankles as well, holding your legs spread. I wonder how used to heels you are? Well, we're going to find out.' Nicole tried to move her legs - she could feel resistance on her ankles, another chain tinkling, both her ankles connected to each other, and something else. Her feet were bent, up on her toes, high and narrow heels making her calves start to ache already. She shook around, finding that her movement was limited, her legs only able to shift an inch or two around, an aching in her shoulders from her own weight. 'It's always cute watching someone try and get out. Don't worry, those cuffs will hold. Now, where were we? Oh yes - latex stockings, to show off those lovely legs of yours, and some 5-inch heels. Securely locked on, so they're not going anywhere. I took the liberty of shaving you while you were out - you'd gotten a little tufty down there.' 'Mmphh!' Nicole's objection was louder this time, the thought of such a thing being done to her making her flush with shame. 'Don't worry, I'll look after you. And I brushed your hair as well - it's a lovely shade of auburn, isn't it? If you're allowed clothing, I'll have to pick something to complement it. I've put studs into your ear-piercings as well - it would be a nuisance if they were to close up. A good girl gets nice jewelry - if you're naughty, then, well, I'll have to sort something out.' A scent coiled through the air, sweet and sultry, making her breathing quicken - it made her feel woozy, just from a sniff, creeping into her brain, lust and desire somehow flowing through her. There was a slight sound, squeaking and stretching, and then a finger touched against her chest, between her breasts. Nicole shivered, trying to pull away, the finger easily moving forward and staying in contact. It felt strange, inhumanly smooth but still warm as it touched her. 'You will need to earn the touch of my bare hand - and that is not going to be easy.' Nicole was as far back as the chains allowed, more finger-tips pressing against her until it was a palm, the thing sliding across her chest and cupping a breast. 'A nice size - and entirely natural, which is nice. I'm not a fan of such modifications! But I might put a few more piercings into place. Maybe here?' The fingers pinched at a nipple, stretching it out. 'And your tongue as well - that will increase the pleasure you can give, as well as give another convenient place to bind you. I find a padlock there can be quite effective as a punishment! But I'm sure you'll be a good girl, and not need that, isn't that right?' Nicole tried to push the hand away, shaking her chest, wanting the woman to back away. All she could do was twist and shake her chest, the hand pushing against her, easily keeping her in place. 'But there's one thing missing, isn't there? One thing that every cute little toy should have.' The voice was teasing and flirty, another hand touching her belly, more of the slippery-smooth fingers caressing her skin, making her skin crawl. 'It looks strange for your neck to be bare. That's not right for a toy, is it? I've got a lovely collar, just for you. Although it's not got a name on yet - you'll have to earn that.' Nicole tried to hunch her shoulders, bringing her chin down protectively. 'So cute! I've got it right here.' The hands withdrew, heels stepping away, and then something clicked. The very faintest metal squeak, the footsteps returning. 'No resistance, my lovely toy. Not that you have much choice right now.' Metal, cold and hard, slid against the back of her neck, before her hair was yanked on, tilting her chin up. The thick metal band swung shut, pressing against her throat, several inches tall. It was heavy, dragging down and pressing against her shoulders and collarbone, snug against her skin. 'A custom size, just for you. And locked on - you might be able to earn something a little less arduous eventually, but for now you'll have this.' Nicole shook her head, feeling how the collar restrained her movement, making soft little whines of protest. 'It's a very nice collar - three inches high, shining bright metal, with a large O-ring on the front, secured with an in-built locking mechanism. No key, it takes a special item to open up. And it's got some nice little toys built in.' The side of it was tapped, the feeling rippling through Nicole's neck. 'This is a battery pack. The collar has inbuilt GPS, a motion sensor, a tilt switch so I can tell if you're standing up or crawling. There's a camera and audio built in - and a shock feature. So if you're naughty, then... ZAP. I'm sure you'd prefer to avoid that?' Nicole shook her head again, desperately hoping that the collar would somehow fall off, leaving her free. 'You should be thankful for a gift from your mistress - and the sooner you accept it, then the easier things will be. We're going to be spending a lot of time together!' A hand brushed against the top of her thigh, a finger sneaking into the top of her stocking, pulling on the latex and then releasing, making it snap against her leg, the sound crisp and clear. 'Maybe I should make you a latex doll? A little passive, but you've got the figure for it. Just your lovely soft lips, wrapped around a fat ballgag, and the rest of you sealed away?' The finger slid upwards, against her inner thigh, the back of a hand stroking against her slit. She squirmed and twisted, trying to break the contact, only able to breathe through her nose. 'A good girl should be obedient!' Fingers pinched her nostrils shut, cutting off her air. She tried to pant and gasp around the gag in her mouth, but it was too tight, a burning constriction starting to ache in her chest. The darkness in her head throbbed, hurting more and more, but it was impossible to break away or make the woman release the grip. She slumped in defeat, her strength fading fast. The fingers let go, and she gulped in air, the aching receding. 'I prefer my toys to be obedient and sweet - so that way I don't need to be harsh. So I hope you will come to understand the situation you're in? But I'm not all pain and no pleasure - if you live up to my expectations, then you will be rewarded.' The hand between her legs continued to stroke, and she could feel the heat building up within her body, her pussy responding to the teasing fingers. 'I'm going to discover where you're most sensitive.' A finger tapped her nose, before withdrawing, and then the underside of her arm was touched, fingers sliding downwards towards her armpit, making her shiver and twitch. 'Ticklish? That can be fun to work with. What about here?' The fingers ran down her flank, just light enough that she could feel them, her nerves flaring up, desperate for the touches, her sight sealed away. 'So sensitive! Now, I've described how you are arranged, my sweet Nicole, so I suppose I should describe your surroundings. It's quite a large room, about 40 feet square, with just a single door, which is currently locked - I have the only key. This is where you will be staying, at least until I can be sure of your obedience. There's a cage in the corner, large enough for you, with food and water tubes attached. There's too much equipment to fully describe, but you can be assured that I have a full complement of whips, paddles, crops, canes and the like - over time, you'll become familiar with all of them.' Nicole was starting to loosen, a finger teasing into her, the words painting a disturbing vision in her mind. 'There's a X-cross on the wall behind you, as well as a heavy wooden chair without a seat, and lots of restraints built in. A little like an electric chair, I suppose - I'm sure you know the general look. I don't have a medical chair, I'm afraid, but we can make do without that, I imagine. What else? Oh yes, my cabinet - glass-fronted, to show all the toys inside. A rather extensive collection of dildos, vibrators and buttplugs - everything to keep your body nice and full! There's a wooden horse, if you know what that is. And if not, then, well... you will soon. I have a sybian, although that's currently just in the corner. Also a padded bench with chains attached, for bending someone over for a good spanking. And a small chest with some clothing in - lingerie, mini-skirts and the like, I'm sure you can imagine. Oh, and tape, rope, cuffs and other restraints. I think that's most of the toys and tools.' Nicole tried to pull her hips upwards, wanting to get away from the probing fingers, but they just moved with her, one of them now inserted up to the first knuckle. 'The walls are bare brick, and there are no windows - well, we are underground. The light comes from three lights in the ceiling - I've tried to eliminate the shadows as much as possible. And then there's me. We've met, although I don't think you remember. I'll leave most of the specifics for later, but I'm currently wearing a latex bodysuit - don't think I didn't notice the squirming when I touched you!' Fingers tickle-teased her lower lips, making Nicole shiver again. 'I prefer dresses, but it seemed appropriate to the tone, even if you can't see. I'm taller than you are, even in those heels, and, if you behave, I may let you touch me, so you can discover more yourself. I think that should cover the basics? Now, what tool should I use first?' The finger slid out of her, the woman walking away. 'This?' Leather slithered, and then snapped, a loud crack popping in the air next to Nicole's head, making her flinch in fear. 'Hmmm, perhaps a little harsh. You have such lovely skin, it would be a shame to brutalize it too much, at least so early. I think this then.' Nicole's ears strained to follow the woman's movements, desperate for any information as to what was going on. A faint whispering slither - what was that? Her skin crawled at the thought of the whip again, that brutal crack being against her own skin, slicing and hurting. 'A little more gentle. But also to remind you that disobedience will come at a price.' Strips of soft leather stroked over her body, hard little knots along them, teasing over her breasts and chests. Then it withdrew, before pain suddenly burst into being on her inner thighs, the thing smacking upwards, making Nicole wheeze and gasp. 'A flogger - leather cords tied into knots, if you don't know. Far less harsh than a whip, I'm sure you'll agree.' Another strike, Nicole squirming and shifting, trying to close her legs for protection but the ankle-chains making that impossible. 'I do have some with spikes in the knots, but this is a nice, soft one.' The pain flared red in Nicole's head, making her feel light and vague, somehow caught up in this unreality. More strikes, some of the cord flicking against her thighs, leaving welts there, slowly fading into her body. 'It's nice that you're so sensitive. This should make the training easier!' The next strike was across her belly, the cords slapping against her skin and then wrapping around and getting pulled loose. She tried to brace herself, but not knowing when the next strike would be, or where it would land, made that impossible, forcing her to powerlessly struggle and wriggle. The woman moved around her, the angle of strikes changing - first across her breasts, then along her right-hand side, then down her back and across her buttocks, before a savagely strong hit upwards, one of the cords hitting her right on the pussy. She gasped and shuddered, her arms shaking, jerking on the chains, sparks dancing behind her eyes. 'That's it! Good girl. Soon I'll have you dancing properly, but this will do for now. Oh, and I'll pick out some specific outfits for you. I'm not sure if you'd look better as a maid or as a latex slut - but we'll have long enough to try both. And all the usual things as well - lingerie, office-slut, I'm sure you get the idea. I have a photography studio I can use, so it'll be a nice project to work on together.' More strikes, a regular rhythm now across her buttocks, making her ass throb and heat up - not as brutal as a whip, but still hurting. Nicole twisted around, trying to move out of the way, but lacking the freedom to do so. 'That's it. Nice and soft and pliable! Not that you have much choice, I suppose. Now, I have other business to attend to, so it's time for you to get into the cage.' There was another strike, far more force behind it, Nicole gasping in pain. 'I do hope you won't try and resist - it would be a shame if I had to be forceful this early on.' Nicole sagged down, trying to ignore the deep throbbing heat of her flogged ass, her buttocks aching whenever she tensed up. Through the pain, it was hard to focus on the woman's movements, but then metal clicked around one of her wrists. A moment later, her arm was released from the cuff holding it to the ceiling and yanked around. Nicole squirmed, but didn't have the time to respond as her arm was dragged backwards, her other arm getting freed, yanked backwards and cuffed, joining her wrists behind her back. She swayed in place, struggling to keep her balance without her arms being held in place. Fingers grabbed her by the collar-ring, keeping her up until she was stable again. 'I will look after you, but only as long as you behave yourself! Otherwise you may find me rather less supportive.' Nicole stood there, barely noticing fingers pushing against her crotch before they slid down her legs, releasing her ankle-cuffs. There was just a tiny moment of freedom, and then metal locked into place around one ankle, hands grabbing it and pulling it over towards the other leg. She swayed, managing to stay up, the cuff locking around the other ankle, leaving her with just a few inches of clearance in the chain between them. The collar was pulled on, making her stagger, having to take tiny, mincing steps, the heels throwing her off-balance. With her hands cuffed behind her back, it was even harder to keep her balance - if it wasn't for the firm hand on her collar, she would have fallen! She got dragged around, feeling the hard floor make her heels ache as she hobbled forward, still at arm's length. Every step made her wince and shudder, fearful of walking into something, glad for at least the minimal guidance of the arm. 'Down.' She was pulled forward, the hand releasing her, and she staggered, balance swaying again, in danger of falling. A hand pushed down on her head, forcing her down, and she followed the movement, stooping down. 'Good girl. In the cage. And don't cause any trouble!' The hand pushed against the back of her head, forcing her down and forward, making her crawl on her knees. The top of her head bumped against metal and she stooped further, crawling over a raised metal line. When she was further forward, metal squeaked and clanged, before a lock clicked shut. 'There we go. You won't need food or water just yet - and don't even think about making a mess! I cleaned you out before you woke up. So be a good girl and be patient and wait for me.' Nicole twisted around, feeling the metal cuffs bite into her wrists and ankles, lifting her head until it hit against the low ceiling, reaching out with her hands and finding cage bars. She was locked into a cage now! Footsteps walked away, leaving her alone, trapped, bound and still in the darkness. 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. |