Part One
It's a Wednesday night, and Kelly decided that she wanted to go clubbing' in a different spot. Mike agreed. They both work hard enough and they knew they deserved some fun time. They found a spot called
Polly's Playhouse,
Kelly had heard they owned the best dance floor in the city, and she was ready to get down. Mike wasn't much of a dancer, but he loved watching her enjoy herself.
About an hour later, they pulled into the parking lot for the club, and Mike decided they were to sit in the VIP booth. It was a U-shaped booth, quite literally on the dance floor. Mike sat in the middle, and Kelly on the end. They ordered their normal drinks and took the scene in. There was a stage with a DJ. The dance floor was nothing either of them had ever seen before, it was comfortably packed, and the capacity said "450". The floor was only lit by the show lights, and an industrial sized black light that you would see at a rave that took place in a concert venue.
Kelly was hooked. "I'm gonna beat my feet to the floor," she said to Mike.
He couldn't hear her, so she pointed to the floor and he nodded.
The music was bumping, Kelly was feeling good. The alcohol had sank into her system and she felt a little weird, but didn't pay much attention to it. Little did she know, things were about to take a wrong turn.
Her favorite song came on, and she imagined herself stealing the spotlight, until this trio of females stepped in and did it for her. She felt a bad vibe from them; they reminded her of the mean girls that bullied her in high school. Slowly over the next few minutes her self- confidence began to dwindle, at the same time, she felt inebriated beyond the norm for the amount of alcohol that she had consumed. After the song was over, she began to walk back to the booth that Mike was sitting in until those same three women stopped her in her tracks.
"Hey you... Your skirt is bunched up and I can see your underwear."
Kelly blushed.
"Haha, how cute girls. She's blushing... You don't look so good. You're looking a little flushed. Did you get the special drink I sent to your table? It's called a Xanny Franny. It's a fruit drink with a few Xanax, I bet you're feeling good..."
Kelly was shocked. So
that's
why she felt so out of it.
She turned around to hurry back to the booth, but instead one of them grabbed her by elbow, "...and where do you think
you're
going? We want to dance with you..."
She decided to go with the flow, and dance with them. She swore something had felt off and wasn't sure what it was, now she knows she was drugged. Was it really a bad thing, or were they wanting her to enjoy herself? Either way, she decided to have some fun. Over the next hour, things got hot and heavy. One of the females got on her knees, and ran her hands up Kelly's legs, the tip of her thumb brushing the outside of her freshly shaven mound. Kelly jumped back and blushed. The females giggled.
Another one caught her from behind, grabbing her ass. "Ohhh.. She's wet!"
Kelly tried to look for her husband but he wasn't at the table. The female on her knees reached and tore her panties off. Kelly tried to scream, but her cries for help were drowned out by the rumbling bass of the sound system.
"You silly bitch, no one is going to help you. This is
Polly's Playhouse
."
Kelly had a questioning look in her eyes.
"Oh HAHAHA she doesn't know. Who wants to tell her?"
"Here at Polly's Playhouse it's inferred that you give consent to be stripped in public, upon entering. This is a lesbian club."
Kelly was a straight female who was sheltered growing up. This wasn't something that ever had crossed her mind, and now that same pure, innocent mind started racing.
What was going to happen to her next?
"Look! The boys are here!" One of the women cried.
Kelly turned around and saw two men approaching the already decent-sized group that had been forming around her.
Kelly's panties were lying on the ground. One man bent down and picked them up. "Wow! These are SOAKED! Who do these belong to?"
Everyone pointed at Kelly and she could feel the redness in her face flush through her whole body at this point.
He looked her up and down, "Strip her."
"NO!!" Kelly screamed... "I'LL TELL THE OWNERS! RAPE! RAPE!"
"Ma'am... We
are
the owners."
They ripped off the little amount of clothes she had left covering her body, and a bell rang. All of a sudden the spotlight was on her. This was the big debut of the club's new game called, "Punish Polly." This didn't take place in the club, however. A big screen came on and it showed the inside of what looked to be a van. Kelly begged and pleaded, but everyone just laughed. She didn't want this.
She was then lifted over one of the men's shoulders, and carried out the back door into the alley. They first had to make sure that her pussy was clean, after all, only pigs played in filth.
They demanded her to lay on her back on the concrete and spread herself open. Meanwhile in the club, the camera switched to an angle that caught this scene on the TV. She begged them not to, but they didn't listen. They forced her onto her back with her legs open, and began to wash her. Her little lips were so red and puffy from the friction of the brush. They took a toothbrush and scrubbed her clit.
One of the men said "Try not to cum, part one."
The rules of the game were, if she could fight off an orgasm, she wouldn't need to go into part 2 in the van. If she came, then the game would proceed. They pulled back the hood on her clit, and scrubbed away.
It felt like the more she fought, the more intense the feelings were and before she even finished that thought, she was cumming. She had liquid spraying from her little cunt hole, never having squirted before, she wasn't sure what was happening to her body.
She was forced up onto her knees, and one of the females came over and lifted her skirt up. "Stick your fucking tongue out."
She didn't wanna taste a woman's private parts. She could smell the sweat, and the musky odor but had no option. The woman told her to hold her breath, and began grinding herself into Kelly's little pretty face until she came all over it. This happened with the other two women as well.
After all three women came, the man told Kelly to open her legs and then said " Oh yes, she's ready for the van."
The cameras cut over to the van where they could see Kelly being restrained. Her knees were bent onto metal anchors that held her calves. They pressed a button, and the contraption pushed her knees towards her chest and opened them more. Her wrists were strapped onto the bed above her head, her ribs and head both tied down too. She had nowhere to go.
First, the man grabbed a speculum, inserted it into her cunt, and opened it as wide as it would go. He took a clamp, and clamped the hood of her clit away. There were so many toys on the walls of that van, and he promised for each orgasm she couldn't hold back, they would use another toy. First up, was this vibrating clamp that they clipped onto her clit. It vibrated at an extremely high rate and it wasn't more than 3 minutes before she began to quiver and cry out, her juices ran out of the speculum into a bucket.
Since she came again, they decided to up the ante once more. By this point she was physically exhausted. Because she had a hard time breathing, they put some oxygen on and another dose of Xanax to keep her calm. This time, they pulled out a pump. They placed it perfectly around the edges of her clit and sucked it through the tube. It hurt, it was painful but she had no more energy to fight a battle she was already defeated in from the start. While her clit was being pumped, her husband was being summoned to the van. He entered and they told him that he gets to choose the next toy they use on her.
"A fucking machine, and don't forget to play with her breasts," He replied excitedly, taking his seat.
"It's been heard folks! Her very own husband wants her on a fucking machine as well as her tits played with. Let's make it happen."
One of the females brings in this large black square with several buttons on it. At the end of the rod there is a massive, 9 inch long, 3 inch wide silicone dildo. The other two females tie her breasts up, and grab ice cubes from the rape van's cooler, and proceed to rub the ice cubes on her nipples while massaging the breast itself. Kelly is going insane. She can't take it anymore. She's begging them to stop. She's wiggling. She's fighting. She's screaming. She's trying to thrash but she can't move. She has no choice but to give in and let it happen.
One of the men holds open the folds of her love pocket while the other man lubes up the dildo, and places it at the entrance of her cavern. She's thankful for the ice on the nipples, she can focus on that while they're stretching her insides.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath but is rudely interrupted by one of the men shouting "STOP! OPEN YOUR EYES."
She opens them.
"That's better, now proceed. You
will
keep your eyes open. This is real. You will stay present. Watch this mirror as we shove this dildo into you."
She can feel the pressure as her lips begin to part even further. It feels like a fist stretching the soft walls of her velvety tunnel. She gasps. They shove harder while the ice is melting down the hills of her tits. They push a button that's labeled