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Maid Cage Club: Volume 1-3
(Melissa DuVant)
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Maid Cage Club Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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Ten: Nothing Parties Like a Rental Maid Cage Club Volume 3: Public Hires and Private Use Chapter One: New Stock, Slightly Used Chapter Three: Troublesome Twosome Chapter Four: Interactive Activities Chapter Five: Personal Attention Chapter Six: Working Night, Working Girl Chapter Seven: A Night at the Races Chapter Eight: Caitlyn's Appointment Chapter Nine: First Times, Twice Over Chapter Ten: First Times, Part Two Petgirl
Playtime Chapter One: Picking Up A Stray 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! Maid Cage Club Volume 1: Welcome to the Club In the dull light of early evening, the place looked shit - an old, mostly empty strip mall, carpark mostly empty except for garbage and weeds, windows boarded up or whitewashed, the only places open a sex shop and some fast-food joints. Sally drifted past the sex shop window - a vast array of vibrators, dildos, leather harnesses on display dummies, shining latex and skimpy lace. Some of it looked good, but was expensive, and it wasn't like she had anyone to wear it for! Or even a webcam and laptop to stream herself in it, not after the last incident and having to leave them behind in a hurry. She checked her watch, starting to move faster - she was supposed to start her shift soon! Novelty waitressing and hostess work wasn't exactly the best, but at least it paid. Although at a place like this, finding a café that wasn't a grungy diner seemed odd - the advert had said it was "stylish and elegant", and the payment had been good, but there was nothing here! And it had suggested at various other "activities" as well, which could cover a lot of different things. She circled around the building until she finally found a way inside that wasn't boarded up, heading into the mall itself. Inside wasn't much better, although someone was still watering the plants, and there was less garbage drifting around. There was a map, but from the list of stores, it hadn't been updated for years - she could see that everything looked shut, and very permanently so. The place was basically a single long passage, shops on either side, with a circular food court at the end, where the anchor stores had once been. She quickened her pace, trainers shuffling along, heading for the food court. Here there were signs of life, or, more importantly, business - tables had been set out, low sunlight trickling through the glass roof. Classical music was coming through the speakers - tinny, but still better than muzak! Several presumably-customers were sat at a circular table, chatting amongst themselves as a figure served them drinks. Sally stared - the waitress was wearing an old-fashioned maid's outfit, with a long, black dress falling to her ankles, white apron around her waist, a frilled cap on her head. She put the last of the drinks down, turning to one of the customers and saying something, everyone laughing. She stepped back and curtseyed, as another maid appeared, stepping out from the only un-boarded door. This one was wearing a much shorter skirt, the lace frills on her knee-high stockings visible, trays of cake in her hands. She moved forward, serving the food. Well, that explained why the place was still open. People were willing to pay for a novelty experience, and rent was probably dirt-cheap. It looked as though the 'café' had taken over one of the anchor stores, so must have huge amounts of space inside, even if it was probably mostly empty. Sally shivered, not liking the thought of being trapped alone in a dark, empty space. She approached the group, the maids breezily chatting with the customers, until the one in the long dress noticed her. Next to her old-world elegance, Sally couldn't help but feel slightly shabby, in battered jeans and a t-shirt, although she was proud of her body. The woman had an austere, slightly chill beauty, the sort that would have inspired floppy-shirted poets to lengthy poems about suicide, wishing for a single kiss from her lips, that sort of thing. She looked at Sally curiously, before the one in the shorter skirt spoke. 'Stop staring, Eve, you'll scare her off!' She was sat on the table, skirt short enough to draw the eye to her plump thighs. 'You must be the new girl? I'll show you inside, the place is a bit of a maze. We'll need to get you sorted for a uniform as well.' She approached Sally, plucking at her t-shirt, pulling it tight. 'Reckon we should have something about the right size, although we normally wait until you've finished the trial period before getting something properly customized. I'm Andrea, if you'd like to follow me? And ignore these reprobates - they like to talk big, but they're all mouth!' She smiled at the customers, one of whom leered at her, until the other woman - Eve - glared back. 'See? Eve has them well whipped.' She flicked a wrist, making the appropriate noise. 'Anyway, it's not long 'till shift change, so let's get you sorted.' She walked away, her gait seeming odd until Sally realized she was rolling her hips, making her backside wriggle around, the customers watching in approval. But they were throwing together quite a large tip and had been polite - compared to a titty bar, it seemed far more civilized. Eve decorously, but swiftly, grabbed the money and made it vanish into her apron. Sally followed inside through the entrance, where another maid started to curtsey, before seeing who it was, aborting her action. It was hard to see, the place dark, but it must once have been a large retail space, now awkwardly re-used as somewhere to eat and drink. Most of the space was hidden from view, plastic boards erected and covered with frilled netting to make it look less, well, crap, but making the thing seem like a maid café from an anime school festival. There was a bar, currently serving food, although she could see rows of bottles as well. Other staff, all dressed as maids, were bustling about, a flurry of black skirts and white frills, although the styles varied from 'traditional maid' in full length skirts, to 'goth' style with heavy corsets and lots of lace, to the more fetish-inspired, with short skirts and tight tops, bits of shiny latex or leather. She'd rather have something more concealing, but the customers all seemed well-behaved, and a few of the maids were even playing with the customers, simple card games or stacking items up until they fell over to show the loser. She was led to a staff door in one corner, behind which was the inevitable bare concrete passageway, only lit by cheap neon bulbs, the green light of a fire escape light at the far end. 'I'd introduce you to the manager, but it's month's end and she's not in the best of moods at the moment!' They walked past a door labelled with 'Manager', from behind which loud rock music could be heard, along with a burst of profanity. 'She's normally pretty chill, just not when she has to do the accounts. Or if she ever has to talk about zoning restrictions. Anyway, in here.' They stepped into something that must have been a stock room, now converted into a combination of changing room, locker room and wardrobe - one wall had seats in front of well-lit mirrors for applying makeup, bags and clothing hanging from pegs, a PC in one corner, and most of the space was taken up by row upon row of hangers, a massive diversity of outfits. 'So, what look do you want? You've got the build to pull off most types. I can't really do the whole "long, sleek and elegant" look, makes me look like a dumpy teapot.' She wriggled, drawing attention to her ample breasts and hips. 'But it's nice to show these off.' Sally started pulling through the racks - they weren't particularly sorted, switching at random between 'severe', 'demure', 'barely there', 'mundane' and 'blatant fetish bait'. She pulled out one, gleaming latex, pulling at the material, feeling it stretch. 'Might be a bit bold for your first night out. I guess you've got the build for it, though. Unless it's made just for me, I get muffintops everywhere! Some guys like them, but makes me feel all splodgy and squishy. Now, how about this one?' She reached past Sally, pulling out another outfit, holding it up against her. 'Let me get your measurements, just in case you do stick around for a while.' Sally checked the dress - the skirt fell to just above her knees, a lot longer than Andrea's, but not as long and binding as Eve's. If she was going to be on her feet all night, something easy to move in would be good. She stripped, throwing her own, far tattier, clothing into the locker Andrea indicated Andrea got out a tape measure, pressing herself against Sally, breasts warm and heavy, scent of vanilla in the air. She was quick, noting the numbers down. 'You really should dress to show off a bit more, you know. You've got the figure for clothing a lot nicer than this.' She picked up Sally's jeans with disdain. 'Something a bit tighter at least!' 'It'd be nice, but I've not got much money.' 'Ah, that. Don't worry about that, at least if you're careful here, you can earn quite well. Just make sure not to be too popular, that can get uncomfortable fast!' She pulled the dress onto Sally, zipping up the back. It was a little tighter at the bust than she liked, with a gap between the neck-band and the frilled bodice that drew attention to her breasts, but it was a good fit for a random pick. Hopefully there wouldn't be too much AC, as the back dropped low. 'These as well.' She was handed some frilled knee-socks, the tops frilled and fluffed, drawing them up onto her legs. 'They seem old fashioned, but they look really good!' Andrea brushed Sally's hands away, drawing them up to the proper height, then drawing a ribbon through the lace, tying them into place. 'They will drop over the night - if you want to go for the slightly tousled look, some people let them, but I prefer to look a bit smarter and keep them nice and even. Do you want to do anything with your hair?' Sally looked at herself in one of the mirrors - it wasn't too bad, but could probably do with a brush, at the least. She sat down, Andrea hovering around, offering suggestions. 'You could go for twintails? Or tie it back. I'm jealous of Eve, she has that glorious long ponytail, but I can't get mine anywhere near that long!' She gestured at her own blonde curls, somehow shining even in the crappy electric light. There was a huge amount of cosmetics and everything required to use them - brushes, tweezers, scissors, and all decent quality. Sally took a moment to fix her makeup (just some lipstick and mascara, nothing too fancy), then tied her hair back, the simple approach seeming to fit with what was needed to be a maid. She shook her head, feeling the strands brush the bare top of her back. Sally squealed in delight. 'You look great! Now, on the evening shift, people use tokens rather than money. Makes things easier, and people tend to spend more if they don't quite realize how much they're spending.' She reached into her apron, pulling out a circular disk, looking like a chip from a casino, except made from dull steel, embossed with a swirling pattern. 'They're labelled and colored - coppers are one, this is a ten, gold is one hundred, there's clear ones for a thousand but those are rare. We like to offer them in games and competitions as well. You can cash them in - each is worth about two dollars, so they can make pretty good tips. Just be careful about shoving them between your breasts, they might fall out! Oh, and any breakages or damage you have to pay for, so try to avoid getting your outfit too dirty.' She ducked low, hands around Sally's waist, as she tied an apron into place. 'It's got a pocket on, so you can throw things in there, but the fabric's a bit thin.' A chime rang. 'Shit, time to start. Oh, crap - you need some shoes, you can't go out in those! Um, these should do.' A pair of low-heeled mary-janes was thrown at her, close enough to her own size. 'Let's go.' She was dragged back into the main room again. The other staff were all lining up by the entrance, the stage now lit up, all the customers temporarily ejected. She lined up with the others, standing there awkwardly. Sally whispered at her. 'Look sharp, here comes the floor boss!' A young woman walked onto the stage - she was slender and petite, every curve clearly visible in the bunnygirl outfit she was wearing, sleek black leotard, fishnet stockings, a white bob of a tail flashing into view above her ass, long ears waggling with every step. In front of the ears was a gleaming black military cap of some kind, accentuated by the crop she had in one hand. She walked in front of the maids, heels clicking on the floor, like a general inspecting her troops, followed by two other women. Her aides were dressed as fetish nurses; one in white, the other black, tight latex mini-dresses clinging to their bodies, faces half-hidden behind medical masks. 'Good evening ladies!' She shouted like a drill sergeant, the words crisp and commanding. 'Good evening, Madame Announcer!' The maids chorused back, Sally joining in, a little behind everyone else. 'The boss is doing accounts, so leave her alone unless you want to get thrown in the hole. Tonight, we're introducing a few new penalty games. We've got...' she produced a clipboard, 'shock-blox, try not to blow the batteries this time, lucky strike, and a few of you need to work the holes.' She walked down the line, inspecting the uniforms, tutting and pulling on stray threads, tugging aprons into place, unbuttoning dresses to show a little more cleavage. She stopped in front of Sally, looking up at her, shorter even in her heels. 'Ah, the new girl. I'm sure the others will show you the ropes, but with your background, you should fit right in.' She inspected Sally, running her hands down her body, checking the fit of the uniform. 'Not bad. If you pass the induction, then we'll get you something a bit more custom. Any questions, ask Andrea, and try not to make a mess. We'll introduce you to the patrons tonight - we're expecting a decent crowd. I'm sure they'll enjoy you.' A bell rang, some of the tension dissipating, the bunnygirl clapping. 'Positions, everyone! You, new girl - when I call for you, come up on stage.' Everyone moved into a single line - there were about a dozen on shift, from a fetish-y latex maid with her entire body sheathed in shining black except for bands of flesh at thigh and shoulder, to mini-skirted maids like Andrea, to those in white and black frills that were less overtly kinky. The customers started to file in, individuals and groups, inspecting the maids. Most seemed to know the staff, chatting briefly before picking a server, who escorted them to their seats, taking their orders. Sally was amongst the last to be picked, selected by a couple, young and professional-looking, clearly out on a date night, although both seemed to be eying her up as well. She curtseyed, trying to look gracious, walking them to an empty table, pulling out the chairs for them both. 'Good evening. Would Madam and Monsieur care to order?' She curtseyed again, hoping that excessive politeness could make up for having no idea what to do. The woman eyed her up. 'I wouldn't mind a taste of you!' The man lightly slapped her shoulder. 'Behave! She's new, at least wait until she's been introduced properly. Some wine, and the starter for two, please.' Sally went to the bar, bringing them back their food and drink - behind the bar she could see more workers chopping up and cooking food, those in the kitchen dressed more normally. A few of the other maids were playing games - the one in latex had a heavy and metallic contraption around her neck, and was playing something that looked like Jenga, trying to slide a block from a stack. She twitched suddenly, the blocks cascading to the floor as she jerked. Then the lights went out, darkness for a moment before a spotlight came on, illuminating the bunnygirl on stage. 'Good evening, ladies, gentleman and honored others! Welcome to our honorable establishment! I'm sure you will all be keen to enjoy the sweet, wholesome hospitality of our lovely servers, but before then, I hope you will join me in greeting a new member of staff.' She made a play of looking, one hand shading her eyes as Sally moved to the front, standing on stage, feeling exposed. Something else was on the stage, a large bulky object covered beneath a white sheet, the two nurses stood in the wings. The one in black looked at her and winked, the expression eerie when most of her face was hidden behind the mask. The bunnygirl waved the clipboard at her, almost hitting her, making her step back until she was stood in front of the cloth-covered thing, the nurses stepping onto the stage, Black close by, White somewhere out of sight. 'Now, I'm sure you're all aware of the process. We apply the most exacting standards to our staff, probing them utterly thoroughly, to make sure they are nothing but the finest morsels!' Her wording made Sally slightly nervous. 'And so, before they begin fully working, our highly skilled medical team needs to give them a full examination!' Black stepped in and shoved her backwards, towards the cloth-covered thing. She fell backwards, landing on a seat, hard padding impacting on her butt. Latex-wrapped hands grabbed her wrists, cuffs snapping tight around them, the same with her ankles. She twisted and shifted in place, the padded bands too tight to shift. She opened her mouth to try and object, as something cold and metallic was pushed between her lips. There was a ratcheting noise, and she felt her jaw get forced open, unable to speak, just waggle her tongue around. If they were going to be rough, a little warning would have been nice! White appeared, fabric scissors in hand, as the bunnygirl continued to commentate. 'We get through more outfits this way! But it's all in a good cause, right folks?' They cheered and clapped, as Sally felt the scissors slice through her clothing, the maid's outfit sliced into bits, getting pulled off. Now all she was wearing was her underwear and her stockings. A projector screen turned on, image cast onto a large sheet on the high ceiling, allowing her to see herself - the thing in her mouth was a dental gag, designed to force a mouth open for a dentist to work, now keeping her lips jammed open, her tongue impotently waggling. Her shoes were removed, Black running a hand over her bare soles, making her shiver and twitch. 'Sensitive feet, folks! You might want to be noting that down, in case you ever get the chance to punish her, and need to know how to make your strokes count.' The bunnygirl moved behind her, vanishing from sight as Sally flicked her head around, until a thick leather band strapped itself over her forehead, eliminating even that movement. White pulled her stockings down, leaving them bundled untidily just above the ankle cuffs, Black continuing to tickle Sally's feet, making her twitch and jerk, trying to brush the nurse off without effect. White wheeled in a medical cart, covered with sex toys and unpleasant looking implements - spiked wheels, candles, stun guns, needles and other things she didn't recognize. Black stood close to her head, whispering through the mask. 'Shhh. Just relax and enjoy.' Sally continued to writhe, trying to break the cuffs pinning her in place, without success. Getting publicly fucked wasn't her idea of a good time! The scissors flashed, snipping through her bra, which was pulled off and discarded, and then the black-wrapped fingers began to knead her breasts. Something clicked inside the chair, and her legs were spread wide, White standing between them, squirting lube onto her fingers. She began to play with Sally, fingers slowly caressing her outer folds, making her squirm in embarrassment and pleasure - from up here, the audience were barely visible except as vague shadows, while she was in the spotlight. Sally felt herself respond, watching her face on the screen as she tried not to show too much pleasure, unable to close her legs, Black continuing to stroke her breasts and stomach, kneading and teasing her flesh. All she could do was make strangled grunts, trying to signal annoyance, but White's fingers were talented, especially when they started pushing into her. 'You see? For now, at least, you are simply here to be pleasured.' Black stopped kneading her breasts, pushing dry-slick fingers into her mouth, stretching them wide to feel the space within, before feeling Sally's tongue, sticking into her throat until she gagged. This was repeated several times, probing a little further each time. 'Impressive. Some training needed, but that will come with time.' Sally was close to coming, fingers pumping in and out of her as her mouth was cleared, the spit being wiped onto her stomach, leaving her feeling dirty. She twisted as much as she could, chasing the pleasure, as the fingers were pulled out, leaving her empty and unsatisfied. She whined, complaining as much as she could through the gag - if she was going to be used, at least let her get off! Then the chair shifted, tilting backwards, her legs spreading even wider. She realized what was going to happen as Black slapped her exposed twat, before a lubed-up finger was shoved into Sally's asshole. Her entire body tensed, straining against the intruder without success, the digit squirming inside her. It was pulled back and she sagged back, before feeling two push into her! She growled through the gag, White giving her a warning look before pinching a nipple, scribbling something into a notebook. Anal at least deserved a warning, surely! White showed the notebook to the bunnygirl, who resumed commenting. 'Looks like you're in for a treat! She's not got much of a gag reflex, for those of you with larger endowments, and her breasts are entirely natural. She seems a little less fond of those taking the back passage, but someone else has previously taken the time to break that in a little. And she's quick to loosen up, for those without much patience or that can only afford a little time!' There was no need to be rude! And it was better to get wet fast than having to shove some dude off her because he couldn't be bothered with foreplay and wanted to go in dry! Of course, her protests were mumbled garbage, tongue flicking around until White grabbed it, squeezing it, the taste of Sally's pussy still on her fingers. Sally tried clenching her asshole, hoping to make Black pump and grind a little harder, but was disappointed when the fingers were removed. Come on, let her have something, other than being publicly exposed! 'And now, the moment you've all been waiting for, the first bidding!' Sally squeaked. The what now? 'Who wishes to be the first to claim this young maid's holes? Well, the first here, at least, as she appears to have broken herself in. Now, her tight little butthole first - do I have twenty? Twenty, from the strapping young gent at the front. Twenty-five, for the Sir in the 80's tie - that's probably older than she is!' She was being bid on? Was this what Andrea had meant by it being easy to earn money? The bidding was ramping up flatteringly high, slowing at about two hundred, stopping at two hundred and forty. Well, she'd done worse, for less! The chair tilted further back, her view dropping until all she could see was the ceiling, motes of dust sparkling in the projector beam. Hands spread her buttocks wide, a cock thrusting into her asshole. She wished she could pivot her hips, trying to make it more pleasurable for herself as bidding on her mouth and pussy was done. The bastard pounding her ass didn't have much stamina, cumming inside her before withdrawing. She whined, denied an orgasm again. The chair pivoted upwards, allowing her to see again, as the young couple stepped onto the stage, hand-in-hand. They kissed, the woman groping the man, before unzipping his flies, kissing his cock. Then the woman moved around, mounting Sally's face, the chair having enough support for her to position herself there. She'd never eaten a girl out before! She tried to waggle her tongue, running it along the woman's thighs, then slipping into her, taste slightly bitter. With the woman straddling her face, she couldn't see, but the man's cock seemed a decent size, thrusting into her, actually managing to make her cum, shortly before his seed burst into her, hot and wet. She was still running her tongue around inside the woman, feeling hands grab her hair. Metal prongs poked her belly, and then searing electrical fire ran into her, making her lose control, spasming in pain this time. The woman's thighs blocked most of her hearing, but the searing agony flared again, and she desperately flapped her tongue, trying to get the woman off before she was punished again. She'd never done this before, what was she meant to do? It took several more flares of pain before she managed to succeed, feeling the woman's walls tense, juices flowing before she dismounted, looking disappointed. 'Well, ladies, looks like this one might be a loss to you! Or you could take her for some special training, put that tongue of hers to good use and train her up!' She patted Sally on the head. Sally growled - being fucked wasn't too bad, but she didn't like being treated as meat. 'Feisty! Or just doesn't like eating women out. Either way, time for some free-range testing.' The manacles released her, but before she could stand, both nurses grabbed her, pulling her up and binding her arms behind her back, wrapping a heavy collar around her neck. 'She's an all-you-can-fuck buffet for the night! Remember, please rate your appreciation of this lovely lady's orifices on our handy app!' A rating appeared on the screen, as one of the first three gave her a rating - 4.5 stars. 'Someone's a fan!' A leash was attached and she was tugged forward, mouth still open, spit trickling out, falling onto her breasts, sticky and wet. She was pulled towards the tables, now able to see the other guests, their eyes predatory, trousers tenting and bulging. Black whispered to her again. 'Bit more public than you're used to, but I'm sure you'll manage. At least this isn't being streamed.' A hand slapped her on the ass, making her squeal again. Andrea was mounted on top of one of the guests, rocking back and forth, a determined smile on her face as she ground her breasts into her face. Hands grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees before a hand covered her eyes. A cock thrust into her mouth, Black whispering again. 'Do well - you want a nice high rating.' With the metal forcing her mouth open, it was hard to give a proper blowjob, and one of the nurses was keeping a tight grip on her head, forcing it backwards and forwards, even though she'd rather set her own rhythm. Pain suddenly sparked through her neck. 'You've got targets to hit - get him off fast, or the zaps get stronger.' She ran her tongue up and down the shaft, glad they were at least washed and clean, until it twitched, shooting its load. She swallowed on instinct, hearing the cheers as she did so, getting murmured praise. She was pushed onto her stomach, a chair supporting her, hands grasping her waist as she was fucked in the ass again, even as another cock was thrust into her mouth. She could hear other people getting fucked around her, but it was impossible to see more than a crotch thrusting into her face. At some point the gag slipped off, allowing her to properly suck off those jamming their dicks into her mouth, using her lips and cheeks, sucking tightly, jizz splattering her face, even as she was fucked in both holes from behind. Eventually, another bell rang, and she was left, slicked with cum and sweat, slowly coming back to herself. She rolled to one side, falling to the floor, slowly standing, hands still bound. Andrea approached, her uniform mussed from being groped, her breasts glazed with cum, as she took the leash, pulling Sally back towards the changing rooms. 'Looks like you did well.' She pointed at the screen, displaying what she had earned - the number "3128" was flashing in golden text, along with 4-and-a-bit stars. 'Looks like you're pretty good at blowjobs, those seemed popular. But we should wash you off, before the cum soaks into your hair. And you're terrible at eating pussy, you really should work on that.' Sally was still dazed, her jaw stretched and sore, trying to react properly, as Sally led her into an open shower, turning a tap and steaming hot water spilling out, carefully washing the cum off, cleaning her hair for her, warm and comforting and close. 'You had a good first night, but you need to be careful not to get too popular. You can opt out of anything you don't want to do, but if you don't make enough to hit targets, you're out. The stuff that pays the most is the kinky shit, but that's just tiring, so I try and leave that to the specialists. If you're into that, fine, but it can be a problem, especially if people keep bugging you about it, or if you get a reputation for something. I'd recommend trying to work on a few people, get some regular patrons, and make sure to always keep something in the bank, so you can take time off and pay for bed and board. Oh, and you need to pay for anything you spill or any damage to your outfits - the first one's a freebie, but after that, it's on you.' It was hard for Sally to speak, jaw still sore, mumbling a question. 'How you get payment? You can cash out when you want. But unless you need it, leave it here for a bit. You're going to need some nice outfits, more than just one, at least. And you might want some food and a drink before second shift starts.' Sally took a deep breath. 'Second shift?' 'Eight 'till midnight. It's your first night, so you need to be shown off! Maybe decide an aesthetic? You seemed to like getting fucked senseless, so I'm guessing sub? And you've got the ass and legs for a mini-skirt. Or you can let the crowd decide, earn some money that way, but you'll probably end up in something you hate, they like to do that.' Sally sighed, trying to regain her energy, pussy, asshole and mouth still sore, as Andrea toweled her dry. It seemed fun, but she really should have read the job description properly! Chapter Two: Baptism of Service 'Right, so you need to work out what style you're going for.' Andrea finished toweling off Sally, who was still a little dazed. 'Unless you want to go back out there naked, which is probably a bad idea.' She walked over to a rack of outfits, flicking through them. 'Could go miniskirt, bikini, the long trad skirt - some guys like to pull it up - lacey, see-though, any thoughts? Oh, there's boxes of bras and panties as well, we get through a lot of those. You want anything special, you'll have to order it, but normal stuff should be fine.' Sally walked over, having a look through herself. A lot were clearly the wrong size for her, or far too skimpy given the AC was turned high now, cool air blowing over her body. There were even outfits that were like evening gowns, but with petticoats and ruffs to make them appear appropriately 'Maid-like'. Andrea shook her head. 'You'll get torn apart, anyone all fancy and elegant they love to drag down. And you've already been pounded once, you up for that again?' 'No, thanks.' She'd be sore down there for a while, her holes feeling the aftereffects of the gangbang. 'Yeah, maybe something to show off you a bit more, rather than just as someone to be fucked. What about this?' She held up a short, frilled skirt dress, low-cut at the front. It would show her ass off pretty much constantly, and practically invited groping and slapping. Andrea caught her expression, as Sally flicked through the other outfits. She pulled one out - glossy and black, the latex slightly tacky to the touch. It had a corset built in that would shape her waist and breasts, long gloves to cover the arms and hands, a skirt long enough that it at least fell to knee-level. 'Latex? Well, you've got the figure for it. Worn it before?' 'Once or twice.' 'Huh, I'll get Velvet. She's the resident latex queen, not really my thing, I don't know how to prep it and look after it. She's a bit prickly, so be nice to her.' 'Otherwise she'll drag me off to the dungeon?' Sally laughed, trying to make it a joke. 'Probably not, she's not that mean. Just can be a bit abrasive sometimes. And she likes it rough, working up the crowd and then letting a few of them drag her away for a "personal session". So she might not drag you into the dungeon, but her boys might, if you want. And your earnings are good enough at the moment that you don't have to, so maybe start lighter? You into that sort of thing? I don't mind the occasional spanking, but all that stuff with whips and chains, not really my thing. Although I have used the isolation pods once or twice, when I can't sleep. Nice and calm, at least until someone turns the bloody electricity on, that woke me up pretty fast! Give me a sec, I'll get Velvet.' She left, still wearing the same miniskirt and stockings as before, hips and butt waggling, leaving Sally alone. Along with the clothing, there was also talc - she applied it over her body, before starting to pull the outfit on. Even with corset loosened as far as it would go, it was tight, having to be tugged on bit-by-bit, hugging her tight, squeezing and compressing her flesh. But it was slightly comforting as well, a reassuring tightness around her body. But it was taking ages, and she had no idea how the built-in gloves would work - were they first, or did they have to be done last? She was interrupted by Andrea's return, along with a latex-clad maid. There were a few stains visible on the shiny black of her dress, and a chunky collar around her neck. Her skin was entirely covered except for her face, and thin strips of pale flesh between her skirt and latex stockings, making her look like she was made of shining black stuff, rather than flesh and bone. She sighed. 'Let me help with that. I suppose I can look after you for the rest of the night. As long as you stay away from my boys!' Getting the outfit on was a lot easier with someone else's help, her hands being pulled into the gloves, meaning she had to continually fight it otherwise her hands formed into half-claws. And then she started tightening the corset, bending Sally over, planting a knee against her back and working it tighter and tighter. 'I think... that's tight... enough!' She tried grabbing behind herself, Velvet batting her hands away. 'If you're doing this, you're doing it properly.' Her voice was mostly bored. 'First time in latex?' 'No, but it's been... a while. And nothing... this tight... before.' The breath was getting progressively squeezed out of her. 'Good. Try not to damage it, it's expensive.' Another wrench and apparently it was tight enough, Velvet removing her knee and letting Sally stand. The outfit pulled her shoulders back, wanting to keep them tight and close. Having to serve food and drink would be a strain, any movement from her waist up more of a struggle. 'I'm not letting you go out in flats! Put these on.' She pulled out knee-high black boots, liberally studded with buckles and straps. 'Foot out.' Sally perched on a table, holding her leg out, letting Velvet pull the leather over her foot and leg. It was shaped so that her foot was forced into an arch - not quite ballet heels but pretty high still. Buckles snapped shut, the leather sealing tightly, locking her leg away beneath the knee, and then the same was done for the other foot. She tried standing, her balance thrown off, tottering slightly, having to stretch her arms wide to avoid falling over. Velvet slapped her on the backside, sending her staggering forwards, trying to catch herself before colliding with the wall. When she moved her arms, her outfit fought her, trying to pull her back into a standing position. 'If you fall over, I'll have you strapped over a table. Try and maintain good posture. Like this.' Velvet walked towards her, her own ballet heels clicking against the ground, back rigid and straight. 'You see? Simple enough. None of this sloppy, inelegant staggering.' Her accent shifted into something posher, more aristocratic. 'This establishment does have a reputation to uphold! And I wouldn't wish to see you punished on your first night. And you're probably sore from earlier, so don't strain yourself.' Sally staggered to the far wall, trying to remember how to walk in the damn things, supporting herself on the wall. Andrea looked on with approval. 'Wow, you look great! Just in time for second shift as well, we should go.' A bell chimed, coming from the main hall. 'Not yet, one more thing.' Velvet pushed her against the wall, snapping leather tightly around her neck, forcing her to stand even straighter, and stopping her from turning her neck - if she wanted to face something, she'd have to turn directly. Between that, the heels and the corset, her body was pushed into a certain posture. There was a metal "click", the posture collar being sealed on, before she managed to turn around. 'Good. You're with me for the night then.' She produced a leash from somewhere, clipping it onto Sally's collar and pulling her along. 'Remember, I'm in charge.' Keeping pace was a challenge, the heels meaning she was always in danger of falling over, and she was pulled along too fast to be able to support herself on the walls. As long as she kept moving, falling forward with each step, it wasn't too bad, but stopping would be a challenge. They stepped back into the main room. It was busier now, a thrum of conversation echoing around the open space, distorted by the concrete floor and walls. The fluffy touches - cushions, throws and rugs, internal walls covered with polaroid pictures and sparkly lights made into heart shapes - helped soften things somewhat. The white nurse walked up, a hand coming up to take Sally by the collar. Cool, latex-gloved hands touched against her forehead, before running down her face, brushing against her lips, then pressing against her neck. 'Are you taking my pulse?' With the surgical mask covering their mouth, it was impossible to read the woman's expression, but they nodded. 'You were talking earlier, are you OK?' Velvet brushed the nurse away. 'Oh, it's part of their stichk. They're legit nurses, qualified and everything, but I guess this pays more. And some of the guys really love it - domineering and silent. Kind of the robo-girl thing, I guess, but bossier?' The nurse made a quiet hiss and glared at Velvet, who shrugged. 'What? I saw you down in the milking room. Looked like you were enjoying it, a lot more than I was! Or was it the other one?' The nurse turned and groped at Velvet, lightly slapping at a breast, making Velvet gasp. 'Hey! Don't do that. And I know you can talk - you just like being spooky.' She pushed the nurse's hand away. 'And your "inspections" are way too rough, you full-on fisted me last time!' The nurse snickered and nodded, mask shifting slightly - was she smiling beneath? Velvet turned back to Sally. 'Try not to get it too damaged - cum and sweat can be cleaned off, but any damages come off your wages. There's been girls with expensive tastes before that have ended up deep in debt, because they kept getting fancy clothing ruined.' A bell chimed, the maids drifting towards the entrance, where there was a well-lit area, where they could all line up. Some of them were chatting to regulars, smiling and flirting before taking their place in the group. Sally took her place amongst them - the haze of perfume was dizzying, along with the soft rustle of petticoats, the creak of boned corsets and the slight stretching of latex. She tried to make herself comfortable, shifting about to try and make her own dress more comfortable. She'd always liked the idea of latex more than the reality - it looked good, but the tightness was stifling, her skin feeling swaddled and compressed. Although she could see that she was getting appreciative looks from some of the audience. And it wasn't all men either - they were some women scattered amongst the crowd, most looking even more predatory than the guys! A whip-crack sounded, the bunnygirl stepping into a spotlight, her black bustier shining, fishnet tights sheathing her legs, heels clicking. 'Good evening, honored guests! We welcome you, once again, to the Maid Cage Club! Here, your most decadent fantasies can be made to come true... as long as you're willing to pay!' She cracked the whip again. 'The girls have their quotas to meet, so I'm sure they'll be eager to service your needs. And for those with more specialist requirements, then the basement cells have just been remodeled, as has the electro-cell. The birdcage is currently home to the exquisite Coraline, for those that can afford her touch.' She turned, shaking her pom-pom tail for the crowd. 'There's even a new girl to take out your wicked, wicked lusts on. Lovely Miss Sally. Step forward please!' Her voice was a sharp crack, the other maids parting to expose her to the crowd. She tried to smile and posed, running her hands down her body, feeling how her latex-wrapped hands slid against her dress. The projector started up, showing her gang-bang from earlier. 'As you can see, she's eager to please! Although her price has gone up, and she has yet to take part in any of the games.' She tapped her fingers against her grip of the whip, as though pondering, the crowd staring at Sally, making her feel exposed and self-conscious. 'Hmmm, perhaps she should be baptized?' That got a sound of approval from the crowd. 'I can't hear you!' The sound was louder now, cutting silent as the whip was cracked. 'Show some more enthusiasm!' 'YES!' The sound made Sally's head ring, as the crowd roared back. 'Well then, I need more volunteers. Or someone will be volunteered!' The maids looked at each other uncertainly, before one took a slow step forward - this one was a short Asian woman, her face exquisitely made-up, with pale cheeks and ruby-red lips, her dress long and conservative, long sleeves covering her arms, raven black hair falling in a cascade down her back. She was followed by a dark-skinned woman, long braids falling to her waist, black hair shot through with braids of different colors, bright beads adding to the effect. Her dress had gauze panels on, white lace that highlighted her dark flesh beneath, her hands wrapped in white lace gloves. 'Kuroko and Imani? Very good. Try not to make a mess this time.' The two women looked at each other, both baring their teeth, no love lost between them. 'And Velvet as well. That should be enough. You four, with me. Everyone else, go and please the crowd.' The audience moved forward, mingling with the maids, some of them immediately heading over to tables. Sally followed along behind them, unsure what was going on. They were led from the main room, down a passageway made slightly less barren by some red curtains nailed to the walls, and then into a large room. Sally swallowed nervously when she saw some of the bondage equipment ready to be used - a heavy wooden chair was the centerpiece, with metal cuffs made to lock over someone's wrists and ankles. The other three maids all turned around and dropped to their knees, facing the entrance, Sally awkwardly following their example, the position making her calves ache. Several of the guests were hovering awkwardly at the door, before the announcer rolled her eyes and gestured at them to come in. Sally could see that several of them already had erections, their trousers bulging at their crotches. Kuroko licked her lips and winked at one of them, who smiled nervously back. Sally squeezed her thighs together, trying to ignore the smell of sweat and cum that seemed to spill out from the walls and floor. 'For the benefit of the new girl, I will explain the rules. Each maid will try and pleasure as many honored guests as possible, using only their hands. To determine who is the most talented, the cum each maid collects will be measured. With a slight grunt of effort, Kuroko rose from her kneeling position and went to a cabinet at the back of the room, opening it up and removing four glass beakers, returning to her kneeling position and sliding the beakers over to the others. Sally grabbed one as it rolled past, setting it upright - it looked like something from a science class, with little measurement bars down the side. Was she expected to fill it? 'The winner will get 40 percent of the money our honored guests have donated, and second place will get 20. The two losers will get nothing, although I would hope they would learn from the experience.' As the bunnygirl spoke, Velvet extended an arm, slowly peeling off a long latex glove, exposing a pale arm, the crowd making an appreciative sound as she wriggled her fingers and gave a flirtatious wink. There was a bucket of condoms by the door, the packets shiny and bright in different colors, the men helping themselves to them, ripping them open, the front four sheathing their cocks, not yet entirely hard, lining up and ready, the bunnygirl to one side, whip lying along the ground as a barrier. Sally glanced over to the other maids - they were smiling and wriggling seductively, licking their lips or playing with their breasts. Sally imitated them, pushing her shoulders back to thrust her breasts out, glad that they were larger than Kuroko's or Imani's. Velvet was seductively removing her other glove, making a little show of it, inching it off her flesh a bit at a time, keeping the crowd rapt on her. The whip slither-hissed along the floor as it was pulled back, the bunnygirl neatly catching it, then coiling it around her arm. 'BEGIN!' A cock, sheathed in a lime-green condom appeared in front of her, coming out of clean blue jeans. She leaned forward, bringing a hand up to caress the ballsack and giving it a soft squeeze, before she opened her mouth, tongue sliding out as she leaned forward. Pain seared across the top of her back, and a second later she heard a whipcrack, her body stiffening in shock. 'Hands only, new girl!' Heels approached from behind her, a hand pressing against the sear-slash of pain. 'They've not paid for that pleasure.' A hand squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, a gag-ball getting pushed between her lips, her tongue slipping against the rubber ball. The cock in front of her was now fully erect, the condom tight in place, as she took a tight grip of the shaft, giving the thing a squeeze. She could hear the sounds of the others pumping their hands, forearms jerking back and forth rapidly. Her own latex glove made it harder to feel properly, the condom sticking oddly to the latex. The man was satisfyingly hard through, roused by her attentions. She didn't bother looking upwards - very few people looked good from down below! With her other hand, she kept fondling his balls. There was a gasp, Imani instinctively leaning back, although the condom caught the blast of cum, keeping it contained. With a practiced movement, she peeled the sheath off the cock, holding it above the beaker and wringing it out, cum spilling downwards. The others were finishing off as well, each taking their filled condoms as Sally desperately pumped her hand back and forth, trying to get him off as quickly as possible. She was more experienced with blowjobs! His breathing was getting faster though, so she was doing something. The painful throbbing of her back, and the gag, kept her from ducking her head forward and kissing the tip, even though that would have made things a lot quicker! Eventually, he came, and Sally tore the condom off, her gloves making her awkward and fumbling as she peeled it off, then tried to squeeze out as much of the cum as possible. It looked a pitiful amount in the beaker, barely staining it. The next man stepped up, cock already erect, darker flesh wrapped in a ruby-red condom. With the gag in place, she couldn't spit into her hands, but drool was already flowing, so she let that fall into her palm, before starting to jack the guy off. She lost track of how well the others were doing, focusing on the cock in front of herself, ignoring the gentle twinge of desire between her own legs, although the latex dress was starting to get uncomfortable, and her knees were aching. But it was satisfying each time she made someone cum, the puddle of semen growing slightly with each one she finished off. As they worked, the bunnygirl-announcer stalked behind them, the whip cracking against the air and startling Sally, getting a slightly pained grunt from whoever she was jacking off as she wrenched their cock suddenly, before trying to stroke it more gently. The scent of cum got more and more intense, the small puddle in front of her growing. She kept her head backwards, not wanting to dribble into the beaker - that would probably get her disqualified or punished or something. Her arm was starting to get tired, unused to the continual exertion. The others didn't seem to be stopping, Kuroko even murmuring encouragement, Velvet digging her nails into a ball-sack, making her current subject since, although he didn't seem unhappy. Several whipcracks sounded in quick succession. 'Time's up!' Sally's arm got moving through sheer force of habit before she could make it stop, letting go of the dick. The man made a disappointed sound, hips thrusting forward without anything to meet it. The beakers all had thick, creamy paste in, the scent overpowering. 'Maid Kuroko, present yourself.' The short woman stood up, lifting the beaker to her face, making Sally's stomach roil - they weren't expected to drink it, were they? But she just took a whiff of it, her tongue lolling out, slack pleasure covering her face. The whip sliced next to her head, jerking her out of her daze. The bunnygirl was now holding a tall and narrow glass beaker, with a metal funnel on top. Kuroko poured her takings in, making sure every last drop made it into the funnel. In the narrow beaker, it looked an intimidating amount - how many guys had she managed to finish off? She tapped the funnel, nail chinking against metal as a few final droplets trickled downwards. 'Hmmm, not bad. Velvet?' Velvet took her own beaker and approached, tipping it down, the tube filling further, the contents getting swirled around. She'd managed to get even more than Kuroko, it looked like! Imani was next, shaking her dreadlocks out as she stood, adding her own collection of semen. One or more of the condoms must have slipped off, as there was a streak of cum down her shoulder, beading on her dress. That would make it easier for Sally to win, or at least not lose! The narrow beaker was now half-full, an impressive amount of cum. She'd not kept track of how many men she'd made cum, although her wrist was starting to feel sore. She took her beaker and gave it a shake, the scent making her dizzy and horny, before pouring it on, the stuff circling down the funnel and dropping down. It didn't seem to take long before it was all gone, a final droplet splashing into place. The bunnygirl scowled, before calling up Imani, who poured her own collection into the container. Sally was last, carefully picking up her own beaker, not wanting to somehow spill any of it. Kuroko was visibly aroused, pupils dilated, hands tense on her thighs in her kneeling position, biting her lips as she stared at the cum. Sally poured her own in, the bunnygirl looking judgmentally at her, eyes hard, as the cum flowed together. She'd never seen so much in one place before! 'And the winner is... Velvet!' Velvet curtseyed, the movement making her latex shimmer in the light. A few of the audience clapped politely - Sally could see that several of them had purple badges in the shape of a heart prominently displayed, with a "V" in the middle. Were they her fan club? That would have given her an edge in jacking them off so fast. She started pulling her glove back on, carefully tweaking the material back into place, sealing her hands away. 'And in second place, Kuroko the cumslut! Try not to drain them completely dry.' Kuroko responded in a creepy, child-like voice. 'Awww, but Kuroko loves cum! It makes her heart go doki-doki!' She made her fingers into a heartshape on her breast, some of the crowd mirroring it back, others rolling their eyes. 'Not that it matters, but third place: Sally! Not bad for fresh meat. Keep it up, you might manage to earn something. And Imani - you need to work better. This is about quantity, not quality. Get them off fast, it doesn't matter if they enjoy it.' The whip cracked again, the audience all taking a step back, a few stragglers hurriedly zipping up their flies. 'Now, Imani, are you going to drink this?' She lifted up the cum, the stuff gleaming with a pearly sheen. Kuroko whined. 'Kuroko's thirsty! May I, please?' The bunnygirl made a disgusted noise, before handing the beaker over to her. The petite woman sniffed it and made a sound of pleasure, before raising it to her perfect, red lips. It flowed forward, into her mouth, her throat tensing as she swallowed. She chugged it, downing the result of all their work in one, then using her fingers to clean out the rest. 'Mmmm...' She sagged down, legs weak, barely able to stand, Sally moving to support her. 'Eugh, go dump her in the staffroom. She'll be useless now. Dumb slut. And everyone else, clear out! Back to the main room, you filthy degenerates!' The whip cracked, stirring the men into action, the crowd quickly vanishing, as Sally managed to support Kuroko, trying to ignore the aching in her wrist. Velvet tapped her on the shoulder. 'Damn, she should know better! We'll have to cuff her, otherwise she'll wank herself silly as well. I'll show you the way so we don't have to go back through the main hall. And then we need to get out there. You especially! Got to get earning, girl!' They managed to manhandle Kuroko, as the bunnygirl clicked away back to the main hall herself. 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 recover. 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 stiff. 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 overcoming 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. 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. Petgirl Playtime Chapter One: Picking Up A Stray Suki took a deep breath, staring at the screen, her vision wavering. Her hand was shaky and sweaty on the mouse, her heart racing in her chest, a soft wetness between her legs. She read over the options again - dog-cage pickup, self-delivery, or stray collection. Each had an icon by it that could be selected for further information: the first would have a cage delivered, which could then be picked up by the company. The second was a mundane drive to the destination and park there (and the notation of "limited parking" made it seem even more dull), while the third... Within a limited geographic area, strays
may be collected by our staff. She had entered her address, and stray collection had been indicated as an option. Please ensure that all documentation has
been completed prior to requesting this option.
The pet will present themselves at the requested location, along with an
appropriate change of clothing for their discharge. Due to the specialist nature of this request,
the minimum stay is two (2) weeks. Suki stroked her neck, feeling the leather collar there, warm around her neck, and softened by wear. If she moved her head too fast, then the leash-ring would chink against the collar, but she was used to that. It was a little too loose - she'd never been able to find one that was quite snug enough, without choking. As she read over the details, her other hand slid between her legs, touching against a thigh, before lightly touching elsewhere, easily sliding into herself. She was hot and tight, her folds clenching around her finger. She didn't want to climax yet, teasing herself, still reading. Please ensure that you have informed us
of any dietary requirements or allergies.
All pets will be fed enough to fulfill their needs - either wet or dry
food is available, and pets that perform well may receive treats. Our trained staff will examine all pets
upon arrival, to determine physical health and any other needs. Our kennels are kept staffed 24 hours a day,
training and caring for the pets in our care.
Should any issues arise, the pets can
request a break, by using the alarm function on their collars. As well as kennels, our facility also has
extensive grounds for training in. She kept teasing and stroking herself, awkwardly typing in her details with one hand, the other lodged within herself, not moving quite enough to get off from. She'd booked two weeks off, despite the complaints of her boss, but the reality of it hadn't quite hit. But the text in front of her went into intense detail, with a lot of options for what she consented to, just the words making her head hotter and fuzzier, more and more fantasies chasing each other through her head, before she was done. And then she came, hot and wet, her juices staining the seat beneath her. She'd have to clean that later, but, for now, she couldn't bring herself to care, instead sagging backwards, naked and hot. Now she was done, she had both hands free, able to stroke her breasts, reveling in the soft firmness of her body. It took a while, but she managed to shake herself out of her post-fuck daze, as her phone buzzed, several messages having come in while she had been out of it. Confirmation of pickup time: 23:00
PM. Attached are pictures of the pickup
team, for your safety and security. As
mentioned in the preparatory documentation, please ensure you have
identification, a change of clothing, and any required e.g. medication. 11? She glanced down at the clock in the corner of the screen. That was only half an hour away! She scrabbled to her feet, dashing for the shower before thinking better of it - there wasn't enough time! Instead, she went to get her suitcase, opening it up and then throwing some clothing in. What would she need? Just something to leave the place in, so comfy clothing. She threw in a pair of jogging bottoms, and a hoodie. And then a t-shirt, and some underwear. Would she need toiletries? No, those should all be provided. And it wasn't like she would need books or anything to do! What about her piercings - studs through her nipples and her clit, warm from her body. She didn't want them out for that long, and surely they'd be used to such things? After thinking for another moment, she threw her phone charger in - she would need to charge up when she was finished. And maybe call for a taxi to get back as well! The suitcase looked pitifully empty, but she couldn't think of anything else to take. Although now she needed to get dressed herself! She could still feel the wetness between her legs, wiping it off with a t-shirt from the laundry, then tried to pick something. She didn't want to wear anything that might get damaged - but showing up in tatty workout clothing didn't fit her fantasy! Her hand reached out, settling on her office-wear, a silk blouse that was a little worn, but still sleek and tight against her body. And then a tight little pencil-skirt, showing off her backside, with just a touch of a thigh-slit. There wasn't enough time to pull on stockings, even though they would fit the look, but she stroked her body through the clothing, feeling a heat within herself. 10:45! There wasn't much time! She slipped low heels on, before taking her case, glad that it was light, nice and easy to carry. And then she was out the door, locking it behind herself, out of her tiny, stupidly expensive flat, and into the dark, warm night, with her case in one hand and her phone in the other, holding it tightly. Her palm was sweaty, waiting for it to buzz, still not quite believing that this was happening, feeling her arousal starting to flow again. It was a small dog-walking park, well-lit and kept open at all hours. Even at this time, she could see someone walking across the open space, a leash in their hand, a large dog trotting in front of them. Parked up on the road was a large van, a logo on the side, showing a spiked collar around a dog's paw. She looked around, taking a deep breath, glad that the night was warm, suddenly realizing that she hadn't put any underwear on. With her sleek, tight office-lady outfit, she could easily imagine attracting admiring glances from others - although there was no-one else around. Her phone rang, making her squeak in shock, before raising it to her ear and answering it. A female voice spoke. 'Suki Suzuki? Are you ready to begin?' She looked around, wondering if she was being watched as she entered the park. 'As requested, you will be taken to the kennels.' Suki took a deep breath, before nodding. 'Yes. I'm ready.' 'Good. Please don't be too loud - this is a residential neighborhood, and most people are asleep.' Suki kept walking, her heels clicking along the path. Ahead of her, the dogwalker had paused, grooming their dog. Footsteps scuffed behind her, and she turned, seeing two people there. Both were wearing baggy jumpsuits, toolbelts around their waists, faces covered by masks. One was smaller than the other, with longer hair, their clothing just about showing off the curve of breasts and hips. 'Miss Suzuki?' Suki nodded, her tongue fat and dry, finding it hard to speak. 'Good. You're lucky - we got a late cancellation, otherwise we'd have been fully booked. Now, let's get you prepped.' She reached down to her belt, taking out a shaft and then twisting it, the thing extending to be about five feet long, longer than Suki was tall. It had a circular cord on one end, Suki watching absently as it raised up, before coming down, falling over her head. The cord tightened, pressing against the collar, and she blushed as she realized she hadn't taken it off, the leather still around her. The woman stepped backwards, pulling on the shaft. Suki had no choice but to step forward, yanked by her neck, the cord snug but not choking. 'It's rare to provide your own collar, at least for someone not owned. But you're going to be around for the show, maybe you'll attract some attention there? You're certainly attractive enough. Now, down!' The shaft was pulled on again, angled downwards now, Suki stumbling and then dropping to her knees, dropping her case and her phone. She scraped her hands against the path, suddenly glad that she hadn't worn stockings, not wanting to tear them. Her palms pressed against the ground, still warm from the day, and she crawled, on her hands and knees, the pressure firm around her neck. 'Good girl! Let's get you in the van. And you won't need those clothes - although I'm digging the office-slut look. Michael, get her things.' Suki's blush got even more intense, her cheeks flaming pink, feeling grit stick to her palms and her knees. She kept crawling forward, feeling the heat between her legs, her skirt riding up. The other figure, burlier and more masculine, walked past her, picking up her case, then putting her phone into it. Then his hand touched her backside, and her vision fuzzed, the touch sending an electric ripple through her. Fingers slid between her thighs, pulling her skirt even higher up. 'I think she's in heat!' The man's fingers were strong and calloused, making her shiver, wanting more. 'We could always do with another bitch. But get her muzzled, and then into the van.' A hand slapped against her backside, before running up her thigh and finding the zipper of her skirt, pulling it down. In the silence of the night, the noise seemed loud, making Suki blush again, sure that everyone would be able to hear it. The material was pulled off her body, leaving her only half-dressed, her head bobbing as she panted. Another spank, and Suki mewled, arching her back and biting her lip, the pleasure starting to melt her senses. A hand grabbed her head, another moving in front of her face. Leather pressed against her jaw, rigid and stiff, a lump sliding into her mouth, her tongue tasting rubber. Straps went around her head, a pad pressing against her lips, tight and close, and she could see a metal frame poking in front of her face, her mouth and nose now sealed behind a muzzle. The weight was strange, a reminder of her position as she was pulled forward again, along the path. All she was wearing was the blouse, her breasts hanging down against it, as she was pulled forward, made to crawl. Despite the shame of the position, she was desperately horny, panting into the muzzle, feeling how it affected her breathing. She was made to back out of the back, the man still walking behind her, carrying her things. The back of the van was open now, a thick, musky scent of sweat and lust washing out. It was dark, but Suki could see large cages inside, the metal bars catching the light. Two of them were occupied - Suki could see a tall and leggy young woman inside one, curled up tightly, her flesh dimpling where it pressed against the bars. The other, she could just see a back, partially covered under a tatty old blanket. 'You're being captured as a stray, aren't you? So do you want the full treatment?' As her eyes adjusted, Suki could see things other than the cages - cuffs and crops, hanging off the walls of the van, and metal chains and collars. The intense heat between her legs made it hard to think, but she managed to gather her thoughts enough to speak. With the lump in her mouth, she couldn't talk properly, but nodded and grunted. 'Yeppphh, eephhh!' 'A polite bitch? That's a rarity, most of you are gobby little brat-bitches these days. I think we're going to get along just fine.' The woman stepped backwards up into the van, still pulling on the shaft, Suki having to follow. The floor of the van was dirty, more grit sticking to her palms, cooler than the ground outside. The shaft clicked as it was folded down, before the woman pulled a bright red prod from her waist, metal teeth on the end. She pressed a button and lightning sparked between the metal. The woman in the cage shivered, wrapping her arms around herself - as she moved, Suki could see that she was muzzled as well, with the same style of but hers was a flat leather panel, that sealed her mouth entirely. The prod came forward, jabbing into Suki's shoulder, sliding beneath her blouse. The poke didn't hurt, but then there was a jolt of electricity, making her arm tense up, her fingers scraping along the floor. 'Strays aren't allowed clothing. Must have stolen it from somewhere! Let's get that off.' Another shock, this time to her spine, knocking the air from her lungs, making her tense up again. But she felt good, despite the pain, before a hand grabbed the collar of the blouse and ripped. She heard buttons tear, and then another yank, ripping it off completely, leaving her utterly naked. A hand slapped against her backside, the sound echoing around within the small space, and she moaned through her muzzle. The impact stoked the fire within her core, making her feel hotter and hotter, wanting more. 'For a first-timer, she's doing well.' Another spank, making her rock forward, feeling the stinging impact on her buttocks. The prod poked into the small of her back and then flared again, and she tensed up against it, her head spinning. She spread her legs, feeling the air slide against her wetness, wanting more, wanting to be filled! 'Not yet, you slutty stray. Let's get you to the kennels. And you need a nice new collar - that one's a bit tatty. Maybe you'll attract an owner? You're certainly attractive enough.' Hands parted her buttocks, exposing her butthole, making her moan in pleasure again. She wanted to stroke herself, to curl up and get herself off! Her buttocks were released, the hands grabbing at her ankle, bending her leg and pushing it against her calf. Duct-tape, sticky and wide, was wrapped around her ankle, then the top of her thigh, binding them together, forcing her onto just her knee. It looped around and around, forming a tight bind, her buttocks still stinging from the strikes. This was repeated on the other side, as the prod scraped along her back, scratching her skin. She twisted and stretched against it, wondering if it would flare again. 'Seal her up - don't want the bitch making a mess as we travel. And do her hands as well, she looks slutty enough she might try and get off.' Suki took a deep breath, sucking air in through her nose, desperately horny. The man leaned over her from behind, the rough canvas of his clothing pressing against her back. She pushed herself back against him, shuffling her legs wide, wanting to get off, wanting to grind herself against him. The prod flared, delivering a shock into her flank. 'Strays in heat aren't allowed that. You'll need to be a good girl, understand?' Suki whined, as her wrist was pulled upwards, bent against her shoulder, more tape wrapped around it. It kept winding, forcing her hand into a fist, sealed within a bundle of dull grey tape. When she tensed against it, she could make it flex, just a little, but the thickness of it made it impossible to break out, at least quickly, feeling the glue prickle against her skin, pulling on it as she moved. The woman in the cage stirred, rolling over and opening her eyes, long blonde hair flicking aside. Although the cage forced her onto hands and knees, she wasn't taped up - instead, her legs were sheathed in high boots, ending with a hoof-lump, while leather gloves ending with solid ball-lumps sealed her hands away. It seemed much more elegant than Suki's own tape bindings! The woman looked at Suki, somehow seeming proud, despite being caged and bound, then closed her eyes and rolled over - was she falling asleep? Both of Suki's hands were now taped - all of her limbs were restrained, binding her onto all fours, her weight on her knees and elbows. She waggled her feet, toes twisting in the air. Fingers hooked around her collar, the woman pulling her forward, her elbows scraping over the rough floor of the van. Metal clanked and creaked, another cage getting opened up. The floor had a thin blanket on, the rough wool scratchy on her skin. The hand let go of her collar, before shoving on her backside, pushing her into the cage. It was screwed into place, firmly attached to the wall of the van, the top just above her head. For anyone larger, they would be squashed right up against the bars, but she was small enough that she had space to turn around, just in time to see the cage swing shut, a padlock fastening it closed. With her hands bound, there was no way for her to escape, even if she wanted to. 'Good girl! I always like it when a capture is obedient. I hope you're as much fun to train. Now get some rest - you're going to be worked hard!' She reached through the bars, stroking a hand down Suki's back, Suki leaning into it, feeling the warm, slender fingers. The heat continued to throb between her legs, but there was no way for her to touch herself, nothing that she could rub against to get off! Both of them got out of the back of the van, the door shutting with a heavy thud, sealing Suki into darkness. The engine rumbled into life, vibrations rippling through her body, making the cage buzz against her. Both of the other captives mumbled, Suki unable to see them, as she felt the van start to drive, every corner making her body slide against the walls, wondering what the kennels would be like. |