She stuck her pierced tongue out at me as if she had not a care in the world. Maybe she thought she could get away with it but that was not to be.
"You think you can tease a man, arouse him, frustrate him and just get away with it?" I intoned.
She was nodding at me the whole time I spoke.
"Well," I continued, "you need to rethink that strategy my dear. Outside a place like this club that may be true, but the rules are different here."
The light was beginning to dawn behind her eyes as she realized where she was.
"In case you failed to see the sign above the door it translates from the Latin as 'Abandon hope all ye who enter here' just like the sign over the entrance to Hell in Dante's "Inferno" and it is posted there for the very same reason. Once you enter here of your free will your free will no longer exists, you become the property of the club."
"Property," she said incredulously.
"Yes dear," I replied, "once you entered here you became property to use, abuse or dispose of as we, the owners of the club, see fit. You even signed to that effect when you signed the club's terms of usage contract upon entering. It is all legally binding dear."
She fainted dead away.
Eventually she woke up, but, by then, her 6' tall, long-legged, blonde-tressed (natural), blue-eyed, large breasted body was strapped naked to the table in such a way as to leave all orifices available for usage but her unable to scream. Her limbs had been spread-eagled and strapped down to a unique metal chair/table that allowed the manipulation of her without risking undoing her to do so. The chair/table was controlled manually and in doing so her head was tilted back which forced her to hold her own head up until gravity's effects took over and she could no longer overcome them. When her head finally rested in its newfound position a large, thick cock was inserted in her mouth—what color it was made no difference as the wide band that held her head in place now also effectively blindfolded her.
It was as the one she had not seen entered, as he blindfolded her, as he gagger her with his rampant member that Stephanie realized the futility of her current situation. She had just thought this club another new, momentarily in fashion, club. What she did not know was that this club had been here, in various incarnations, for the better part of two centuries and change. Nor did she realize that her captor, her willingly submitted to captor, if the contract was to be believed, was ready to use her in some of the more unusual ways that she could think of.
Jonathan, the owner, is 6' tall, 225 pounds of pure, unadulterated muscle. His brown hair and hazel-green eyes both speak of a life of luxury, of getting his every whim satisfied and mischievousness. He moves like a ghost, a snow leopard moving amid a snowstorm in search of his prey—and he just found her!
A flash of teeth show behind his evil grin. Alas it is wasted on her. As he parts her legs, her pussy now splayed wide open, she shivers in fear of what may happen, but, however, her body betrays her as she begins to moisten due to that fear.
If she only knew of what he had in store for her she'd moisten even more. Little did she know that next to her was his "toy" collection. Of course what he called toys are not the kind meant for kids. Thankfully she was strapped down so well movement of any kind or type was impossible, because what was to come next would certainly make her move.
He, me actually, let her hear the sound of the straight razor moving across its sharpening strap. If her eyes had been visible they probably would have been wide open. Gently I applied a generous amount of shaving gel to her lovely pussy lips and the surrounding area. My knife then began to slide across her skin removing her few remaining hairs that she had there (I just love women who shave their pussies). Amazingly she seemed to get even wetter the more gel I removed from her.
I am sure that she knew the knife was there, how light its touch was, the threat it implied if she moved, but still she juiced up. She got wetter yet as my fingers slid between her lovely coral pink lips and pulled them apart to finish shaving her properly.
Stephanie was moaning, but not from any pain but rather pleasure as I lowered my tongue to her to test the smoothness of my work. Not a hair was out of place for there were not any left. My beard hair, however, had the effect of tantalizing her as it made contact with her now bare lower lips. Ever so gently I leaned forward to taste her. The light touch of her outer lips was good but I was looking to have her fill my mouth with her sweetest juices and I was just getting started. My tongue slithered slowly, searchingly into her. Her moans were a sound I had longed to hear since I first saw her and I was not disappointed now. As my tongue slid within her, penetrated her, she used her muscles, her pussy muscles, to squeeze my tongue. She was ready for my cock as the only muscles she could move currently proved. Should I give its hard, thick, firmness to her?
My hands, meanwhile, were slowly tracing a path up her body until they encountered her firm and pendulous breasts. The coarseness of my calloused hands was a direct contrast to her alabaster smooth skin. Kneading her breasts, pinching her lovely nipples, only led to another round of her moaning. My god the woman seemed to thrive on the treatment I was giving her—she loved it soft, but seemed to thrive all the more on the harsh treatments I gave her. My cock hardened even more at the very thought of my firm touches, caresses and treatment of her turning her on so much.
Raising my head from her pussy, my face now covered in her juices, my beard matted down from her copious emissions, I leaned forward trailing my beard across her face, allowing her to smell herself on me and whispered in her ear, "You are very tasty dear, nice and wet, extremely aroused even it seems, but are you ready for my cock inside you?"
"Yes," she fairly screamed at me, "Violate my pussy with your hard cock, a dildo, a vibrator, whatever pleases you as long as you keep making me cum!!"
I was grinning, although she could not see it. Gradually, eventually, after my tongue left her ear, I licked her neck, tasted both her fear and arousal as I did so, and then traced my way between the valley created by her heaving breasts. Momentarily she was alone until I could reach a few of my more interesting toys.
When I came back to her she could feel the kiss of cold, hard, sharp steel alongside my lingering kiss on her nipples. Teasing her lightly light with the blade I ran the backside of it down skin, across the nipple, between the valley of her heavenly breasts, up the side of her other breast and around underneath it. Her breathing increased as I again ran the knife blade between her breasts and down the center toward her belly button. "Shall we perform your autopsy while you yet breathe dear," I said in my most menacing voice. "Perhaps we should remove a few extraneous pieces like your clit here," I said as I let the blade cleave her between her cunt lips just managing to pick at her clit with it.
Her breathing was intense and she was on the edge, hyperventilating, nearing the point of passing out, when I removed the knife. Laying the knife on her stomach between her breasts I then took an enema and inserted it in her ass. She was so sexually aroused that it slipped in without a problem, without resistance, at all.
"If you evacuate without permission you will be caned across your breasts rather harshly," I intoned.