The strip club was buzzing. It had just turned dark outside and the regulars, men who had cash burning a hold in their pockets and fiery hard-ons burning a hole in between, were showing up as the first dancers took to the stage. They called them dancers at the club, but most of the men had ruder names, like strippers and sluts and whores. Women who degrade themselves up on stage, for cash and attention.
Penny was disgusted by it all. That was why she had become known as something of a regular here too, though in a somewhat different way. The instant she strolled confidently into the club, a man in a dark suit who was standing at the back of the room sighed.
"How does she keep getting past the doorman? God, every night with her..." he muttered to himself before springing to action and marching off to confront her.
However, before he made it to her, she was climbing up on stage. The dancer on the stage stopped and groaned as several of the male patrons began to boo and jeer at the unwanted interruption of their show. The ones who hadn't yet seen Penny's outbursts watched in confusion, whilst the regulars who had seen this all before sipped their drinks calmly as they waited for the security to do their jobs and drag the boring bitch away like they always did.
"This whole establishment is disgusting! An affront to women! We are not objects for men to leer at. We will not degrade ourselves for money. You men are pigs! Vile! Gross! This business is manipulative, sexist and pathetic! You-" Penny cried from the stage before the burly security guard finally caught up to her and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"We have told you many times before, you can't come in here and yell at our patrons. I am now going to remove you from our establishment." he explained in a tired tone.
Penny was kicking and screaming as he manhandled her. "Get your hands off me! Don't touch me. You are complicit in the demeaning and objectification of women, you bastard! They should close this filthy place down!" she whaled as she was led away by the much stronger man's firm grip.
With a powerful shove, she was tossed out of the doors, where the doorman ushered her away from the entrance and watched her until she finally gave up and strutted home. She wouldn't give up. She couldn't stand that place and how it debased her fellow women for male entertainment. Eventually she would put it out of business, even if it meant returning every single evening to cause a scene. It was her duty as a feminist and as a woman.
She was so caught up in those thoughts that she didn't even notice the man following behind her as she walked home. She turned down a dark alley, the type that is out of reach of prying eyes, and suddenly sensed him. The dark figure, looming over her. Right behind her. She opened her mouth to scream, but the sound didn't come out right. She couldn't breath. There was...some kind of damp rag being stuffed into her mouth and he had his arms around her, clutching her...restraining her. As she inhaled and thrashed about, her head began to swim. Whatever this rag was soaked in, the fumes she was inhaling were making her nauseated and dizzy all at once. Soon her strength was fading and her mind was slowing to a halt. Her eyelids fluttered as she tried desperately to keep struggling, but it was hopeless. A few more breaths of the drugged cloth's scent later and she fell limp. Her eyes closed and she slipped into a helpless sleep within her attackers arms.
When Penny next awoke, things were different. Very different. Her head was killing her, but that hardly mattered. As her eyelids slowly pulled themselves up she immediately recognized her surroundings. She was at the strip club. That dreadful strip club. Could they have kidnapped her? That was massively illegal, this could be her chance to get the place shut down!
That thought faded as quickly as it came to her, as she tried to move her body. Her whole body felt stiff, fixed in place. She was unable to even move her head to look around. Worse, she was kneeling down in a corner, hands on her lap and chest thrust forward, as if she were waiting for something. She could tell she was naked too. These sick fucks had not just taken her clothes, but they had paralyzed her somehow? What the hell was going on?
Then the owner of the strip club walked into view. Penny's eyes, the only part of her body she could freely move right now, shot upwards to glare at him. This man. He was the one who had done this to her. Not just that...he had become rich from the sexualization and exploitation of vulnerable women. Forcing them to perform on stage for crumpled dollar bills whilst he made a fortune for doing nothing. This was the last straw, forget getting this place shut down, she should just strangle him here and now.
And yet she couldn't. She was frozen, helpless, as he examined her proudly. She wanted to scream, yell, hurl every insult conceivable her way, but even as she strained ans focused her hardest, her lips simply wouldn't budge.
"This is amazing! I cannot wait to try you out. My dear little Penny, you have caused so much trouble for me. All that lost revenue from your rather rude outbursts...you are going to pay me back for that with interest. Oh yes, this is wonderful!"
Penny's eyes narrowed. How exactly was she going to do that? He may have paralyzed her, but its not like he could actually get away with this shit, let alone make any money off the whole criminal affair, could he?
"Ah, I can tell from your eyes that you are still confused. Let me explain. You see, we captured you around a week ago, and in that time we have been making a few alterations to allow you to function properly as the latest addition to my little perverse establishment." He reached forward.
What the hell was he talking about? Alterations? Could she have really been knocked out for a whole week? The police must be looking for her...her family...surely they would find her soon...
Then she felt his fingers stroke the side of her forehead. Her headache was starting to subside, but she still felt something odd. As his fingers traced her smooth skin they finally glided over a cool metal slot. Penny's eyes widened as her heart began to race. Her attention had just been drawn to it. She couldn't see it, but she could feel it. A small slit in her forehead on the left side, a little longer than an inch. The area around it felt numb and cool and she couldn't believe she hadn't noticed it until now. What on earth was this? What had they done?
