It was a run-down sleazy strip club right in the redlight district of the city. Today wasn't an ordinary day in the club. Today was the initiation of the newest whore. And this initiation took place right on stage for any guest to see.
The new whore was a certain red-head with supermodel looks, big luscious tits, and a curvy apple bottom.
Before, she had been working for a law-firm, and she considered herself a classy elegant lady. With her arrogance and bitchy behavior, she had insisted on proving this attitude to everyone.
But there was a dark side to this lady as she had worked as office whore that got off from dirty degrading sex. More and more, the craving to be manhandled had turned into a full blown slut-ego that rivalled her lady-self.
Today, there was not much left of the posh lady except for her classy black dress with the silver jewelry belt, the black leather boots and black stockings. In this dress, a dirty filthy fuckwhore lay covered in cum and drool on the ground of the sleazy strip club gathering back her strength while strippers entertained the crowd.
With the music coming to an end, the strippers hurried off stage. It was time for the next round of Vanessa's 'Red Rose Initiation'.
Mark approached the defiled beauty and unceremoniously threw some handkerchiefs at her.
"Clean that whoreface!" he instructed her.
After Vanessa had cleaned her face from all the dried cum, Mark used the popular hair handle to push her up onto her hands and knees. The leash was still tightly bound around her luscious fucktits making them obscenely swell out.
He walked Vanessa back onto the stage. She had a hard time keeping up with his pace as she was crawling on all fours. Her struggle brought up new dirty laughter from the crowd and Vanessa knew that hard times were coming at her.
Mark led Vanessa directly to the center of the room where Pavone was already waiting impatiently. Her ex-boyfriend made her stand up by pulling on her hair and then opened her handcuffs.
Vanessa let out a sigh rubbing her wrists. Slowly, feeling shot back into her arms after being restrained for such a long time.
Mark only gave her freedom for a few moments though. He grabbed her arms and attached her wrists to a pair of cuffs. These were connected to chains dangling from the ceiling.
There were also two restraining cuffs bolted to the floor. Vanessa had to spread her legs wide exposing her cunt when Mark fastened her ankles to them. He then proceeded to tighten the chains stretching her arms up over her head. Finally, he put a ball gag into her mouth.
Vanessa was getting frightened. She was bound right there on stage, and she was totally helpless. Even worse, she didn't know what they were going to do with her.
Again, she was completely at Mark and Pavone's mercy. Again, she was nervous as hell. Again, she felt her fear mixing with excitement.
Pavone looked disdainfully up and down her stretched curvy figure. Then he turned around facing the crowd.
"So what d'you think about our new whore?" he addressed the crowd.
"Dirty piece of fuckmeat!"
"Dumb fuckpig!"
"Filthy pisswhore!" were the answers shooting back at him.
Seeing the cuffed beauty trembling in her bounds from these derogative words, Pavone couldn't suppress a smile. Still, he had to admit that this arrogant bitch had handled the blowbang extremely well.
He hadn't expected her to be such a dirty filthy fuckslut that got turned on from such severe debasement. Hearing her urging the guys on to use her harder and even cumming from the ordeal had totally surprised him.
He had only thought of her as a snotty bitch that thought she owned the entire world but was only a slut instead. A cocky slut that never achieved any accomplishments on her own but simply got away with her beauty.
He had to admit that he was slightly impressed by Miss Arrogance. Still, he couldn't stand her posh behaviour. He was dead set on stripping it off of her and turn her into an ordinary vulgar hooker.
"Don't you think everybody should see what a low whore she is?" he addressed the crowd again.
Loud cheers affirmed his question.
"Don't you think she needs some more whore-marks?" he continued.
The crowd was going wild again. All men slowly got an idea where this was heading and they all screamed their agreement back at Pavone.
Vanessa could feel the aggressive mood in the small club building up again. She was getting more and more nervous by the second. Seeing Pavone's contemptuous expression, she didn't expect good things for her. Now, her ignorance joined her helplessness increasing her fright but also her excitement.
"Don't you think another tattoo would adorn this whore?" Pavone went on earning a new round of cheers from the crowd.
Vanessa's nervousness reached a new height. She didn't like the way they were heading. She didn't like it at all.
"There's only one problem." the club owner exclaimed. "I can't decide which tag suits this cheap piece of fuckmeat better. What do you think is a better choice?"
"Trailer Trash Whore"
or
"Property of Pavone"
When he said these words, the crowd went ape. The entire club was filled with hollering and clapping. The men couldn't believe their ears and eyes. They all had been looking for a relaxed evening watching some strip show. But now, they were experiencing the most perverted night of their lives -- and they were an integral part of it.
Meanwhile, Vanessa was shaking in her bounds. She was screaming with all her might.
"Nooooo!"
But her shouts were muffled by the gag in her mouth.
"I just can't decide." Pavone continued completely unimpressed.
He started walking up and down the stage giving the impression of pondering this question. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and looked back to the mob.
"I guess, I let you decide!" he exclaimed. "Boys, it's in your hands now! I wanna hear you clapping for your favourite tag and the one with louder applause makes the grade."
Pavone had to wait several moments until the crowd had calmed down again. The prospect of being the ones deciding the whore's future was overwhelming.
"What do you think about 'Trailer Trash Whore'!" he asked.
Loud applause arose. Some of the men even whistled their agreement.
"Nooo!" Vanessa once again screamed against the ball gag.
She definitely was no trailer trash. She worked in a strip club now but she was no ordinary whore.
I'm a lady! A lady that likes to get roughed up! A voice screamed inside her head.
A whore that pleases any man! With her holes, marks and tags! A second voice answered.
"OK, OK. So what about Property of Pavone?" the club owner inquired.
Again, loud applause roared through the club.
To Vanessa, it sounded even worse.
Damned motherfucker! I belong to no one! The first voice screamed.
A guy that helps me to live out my dark fantasies! A guy that helps me to improve as a fuckslut! The second voice answered.
"Well, well, well! Not bad. Guess you like my suggestions." Pavone said with a dirty smile on his face. "I just can't decide which one was louder. Guess we have to repeat the poll."
And that's exactly what he did. Once again, the room was filled with frantic hollers. But one more time, the cheers were equally loud at both times. It seemed like all men simply screamed for both alternatives.
"OK! This was clearly unclear!" Pavone joked. "Seems like there's no winner! But I have an idea how to solve the problem."
He then waited a few seconds to savour the crowd's agitation and meanwhile Vanessa nervously held her breath.
Finally, he exclaimed
"We take them both! This whore is such a dirty dogbitch, she deserves both whore-marks!"
Vanessa closed her eyes. This was worse than anything she had imagined. Somehow, she had enjoyed being treated as a whore in the strip club up till now. But she didn't want to get marked as a hooker for life.
In contrast, the guys were beside themselves from joy -- a nasty, sick and perverted joy buried deep inside of them that came to the forefront now.
Their excitement increased even more when a guy appeared on stage and approached the bound beauty. He carried a large silver suitcase, and they all knew exactly what it contained.
Stepping in front of the stretched out Vanessa, she recognized him immediately. She would never forget that self-righteous grin plastered onto his face. It was the guy from the tattoo parlour where she had received her cunt rings and tramp stamp.
Now, he would repeat this deed marking her again -- this time as a whore.
It won't make me an ordinary hooker Vanessa convinced herself. She would never be a common whore. She had her lady-ego, she had her posh girlfriends. She could twist any wealthy men around her finger. They could never strip that off of her!
Only a true lady possessed all of this. And she was a true lady. A lady that craved hard rough sex she got by working in a strip club.
She had just enjoyed the most degrading but also most delightful blowbang in her entire life. She was allowed to experience it because she was working in this strip club now -- because she was working as a whore now.
While she was looking at the tattooist, Vanessa felt the dissonance troubling her to its fullest. She only knew for sure that she needed both of her selves. She knew that she couldn't live with only one of her egos. The dissonance was troubling her but also exciting her tremendously.
Surprisingly, she somehow felt glad to be a whore right at the moment. She had reached the absolute opposite of her lady-ego now. Her selves were balanced now. And this filled her with great lust and pride.
Vanessa didn't know where these feelings were suddenly coming from, and she tried suppressing them as soon as possible.
I'm not a whore! The angry voice echoed in her head once again. I'm too classy to have tattoos! I don't need improvement!
But the desperate voice couldn't push these new thoughts away. And her excitement was back with full force as well.
