The Poisonous Cuckoo -- Part Three of Three
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Parts One and Two are available via the Series connected to this story.
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Chapter Seven -- Benefit From Experience
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The humidity of the night club was lost the minute we step into the darkness of the internal corridor.
The sights and sounds of the raucous venue fade as I hear the door latch closed behind me. I don't look back I only step forward, following her with a purpose. An all-consuming purpose that I have dwelt on more and more as this moment approaches.
The sound of her heels strike confidently across the concrete floor of the corridor, dim lights illuminate the narrow space we pass through as I keep the platinum blonde as the centre of my attention.
Her pure blonde hair tightly plaited into a ponytail that sits high atop her head and gently sways as she walks ahead of me. Her upper body clad in a black leather waistcoat that zips over her slender midriff and ample breasts.
As we walk the little black leather skirt just about holds in place, cut so short to the cusp of her ass exposing toned pale thighs that meet a thigh high black leather boots that holds her tall on both a viscous heel and a platform toe.
As I follow the faint aroma of a delicately peppery perfume hangs in her wake, I take a quicker step as she turns a corner and begins to descend a metal staircase that doubles back on itself twice as in silence we take the steps down into the bowels of the venue that I visit for the second time in a week.
A week in which I had barely paid a moments thought to, let alone have I attempted to speak with Sara Anderson following the disappointment of her failure to perform to my expectation within the confines of the private room that sits somewhere above us. A fresh new prospect grips my mind and fuels my desires. As Ari Walker-Smith the owner of the Dark Star reaches the bottom of the stairs we descend I appreciated how close I metaphorically and physically come to owning her, for the next few hours at least.
At the bottom of the stairs she turns her head back towards me just as I step from the last stair.
Her intoxicating pale blue eyes are framed by dark eye makeup the true colour of which is indistinguishable in both the dim light of our surroundings but also of the main club that now sits above us, where she had met me not five minutes ago as I sat patiently at the venues main bar. The bass of the loud music that entertains the masses upstairs vibrates through the walls, creating a sense of ominous menace in the darkness.
Ari offers me a delicious little grin, she appears confident, unperturbed in the face of the uncertainty of the rest of the evening that I have paid a considerable sum for. A sum to hire the location and the stunning blonde owner.
"Welcome to the Dark Star Dungeon," Ari offers narrowing her eyes on me.
Turning on her heels she reaches an elongated slender finger and gently taps a six digit code into the illuminated keypad set to the left-hand side of two imposing looking steel doors.
Electronically unlocked the doors swing softly ajar and I feel a cold stale breeze pass from the room that lays beyond as though it takes its first breath on being woken from a slumber.
Ari steps before me into the murky darkness. Just inside the darkness she stops and slightly bows her head. There's a theatre to the spectacle that plays out. Stepping up immediately behind the young women I place my hands upon her shoulders.
As the doors close behind us we are temporarily plunged into an all-consuming darkness before dim bulbs set in the ceiling begin to slowly illuminate. I hold my breath, with no knowledge of what to expect. Letting go of that breath of anticipation as the torturous looking devices contained within the dark, slightly damp, brick walled room are revealed.
"Fucking beautiful," I state stepping away from Ari, ignoring her in the moment as I step around and appreciate the devices at my disposal, trying to take stock of the barely imaginable yet intriguing methods in which I can restrain her. The dungeon could offer days of countless possibilities from a plethora of cruel looking devices that set instantly set my mind racing. I look up and see the menacing sight of a noose set high in the ceiling, far enough out of reach.
"Like a kid in a candy store" Ari offers with a sarcastic little chuckle as I stand before an inverted medieval looking torture device, which appears to be in full working order. Its brutal purpose appearing to be being the ability to stretch its victim between the four steel shackles attached to rusted locking chains.
"I may develop diabetes," I coldly state as I turn to face the stunning features of the blonde proprietor. A smirk passes her lips as I step back towards her.
"What's with the noose?" I cant help but enquire.
"An aesthetic..." Ari responds as she looks to the course rope, "...and a reminder."
Something about the way she looks to the ceiling and the knotted length of rope minds me not enquire any further, rather like the rack of whips and canes over her shoulder such sadistic methods certainly do not appeal to the nature of even my sordid imagination.
"Are you ready?" I enquire trying to hold off the impatient burning need that does fuel my desire.
"Do your worst." Ari Walker-Smith replies on a sultry teasing smile.
She lays down a challenge I am only too eager to rise to.
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My eyes cast up along the shelves lined with a plethora of toys and restraints as I wash down the two little tablets with a slightly warm bottle of water. An amphetamine tablet to hold off the slight onset of fatigue that grips my body and a little pale blue diamond shaped Viagra tablet to ensure I maintain my stamina and prowess.
"Do you need a drink?" I offer out of courtesy to my host.
"I'm good," she responds shaking her head as I look at her reflection in the mirror she faces.
The shake of her head just about the only movement Ari might be able to make in her most recent restraint. My eyes feast on both her form and her disposition as I step across the hard concrete surface towards her.
Her body shivers to my touch as I reach out and trace my fingers across her spine while I stand side on to her. Stripped now of all her clothing only the thigh high leather boots clad her legs the heels of which I anticipate hold her at the perfect height for my need.
Ari has coped admirably over then last three hours in my company. Entering the basement room a little after eleven pm I have tied, teased, heavily restrained and taken full advantage of her body across that time. First utilising a medical looking seat, completed by stirrups into which I had strapped her boot clad legs, a sex swing in which she had been tied into so that she faced the dusty floor so that I could gain access to both her obliging mouth and her tight little cunt. I had placed her wrists in shackles hung from the wall to fuck her moments after inducing a heavy orgasm from her body by the use of battery-operated pulsating wand. Finally, I had blindfold her to make her kneel before me with her hands cuffed behind whilst instructing her to make me cum by her mouth alone.
Throughout the pleasure sought and gained all moments had led to the compromise the obliging but clearly deviant little blonde now found herself within.
"I'd like you to come home with me," I offer as I step around behind her as she's held bent double before me in the restraint of a thick wooden, medieval looking pillory.
