Nala

Good morning or afternoon...or whatever time the numbers read for your eyes. I previously was an author here and then deleted my profile because-welp, I wasn't sure how good of an author I was for this platform or genre. But I do love to write about it so, I decided to give it all another shot. I have so MUCH running around my brain, imagination wise and I just want to share that guy's. A couple days ago at a girls night gathering we thought it would be cool to take the BDSM test (I highly suggest it you kinky fucks, lol) and I don't know it just got me in a writing mood. I ended up being 100% brat, submissive, and rope bunny. 89% Degradee and 80% Masochist, 77% Experimentalist, and 72% Slave. And 0% Dominant, Brat tamer, Degrader, and Age player. To each it's own but go to BDSM test.org and take the test and share your results. I would love to hear them all. This story is FICTION and please practice consent. I'm an artist and sensitive about my shit, lol as Erykah Badu once said. Please enjoy and be respectful in comments. And I'm always appreciative to respectful feedback and general opinions. As always, thanks for viewing!!!

NALA

Tristin Carter's POV:

Fuck! I should have taken my meds before coming here. I wasn't into being in crowded places like this club. If it wasn't for the money being so fucking good, I would have gladly told Hassum to go fuck himself. He insisted we meet in person to lock in the deal we had set. One point two million for the job was what made me swallow my typical rudeness and suffer a estimated time of thirty minutes max for this meeting. The clubs flashing lights and loud noises almost made me shutter and react in instant. I had to get the fuck out of here. Crowded bodies of all shades and genders littered every square inch of the building, filling the black and white titled floor. A few tables surrounded the area while a bar was in the center of the right side. The stage was in the middle with one silver pole in front, that was parallel to the DJ booth. The VIP sections were on the second floor up top with a few private rooms beside each section, while the owners office was in the right corner.

"My friend, I see you made it. Let's enjoy tonight as-" Hassum started to say.

"Cut the shit Hassum and give me my fucking money. You think we have a friendship? We don't. It's all business. Your hiring me to assassinate your brother, so you can take over your family's oil trade in Dubai. I'm not here to fucking have a drink or a night on town." I gritted.

The smile on his face dropped and the murderous look in my eyes confirmed my current mood. He quickly sat down and nodded to his bodyguard, who pulled out and sat a laptop in front of Hassum.

Hassum banged on the keys in a hurry as I snuggled the airpod into my ear. I glanced for nosey on-lookers but mostly everyone was drunk and unaware of what was happening. And like clockwork, my phone rung. I hit the green button and waited for what I wanted to hear.

"It's done. Every penny is accounted for." The voice sounded out in my Bluetooth.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

While it was a pain in the ass, cryptocurrency was the future and the only way I worked. And I had a very good tracker to cover my steps.

I hung up the phone and looked back to Hassum.

"The payment is confirmed. Now, if..." I started to say but became distracted.

What the fuck?

I was and never have been distracted. But this couldn't be helped. The world around me faded and it seemed as if everyone had disappeared. I stared like every hot breeded male in here and even some women.

She

was simply that captivating. She strutted so gracefully and innocently to the pole in the middle of the floor. She walked slowly in a circle a few times before climbing unto the pole and twisting her body around it like it was a natural occurrence. Her soft hair looked jet black but I knew better. It was a dark chestnut brown even under the red fluorescent lights beating down on her. Her soft mahogany skin didn't have a blemish or touch of imperfection. The white lace lingerie made her look angelic as spun around and flipped upside down on the pole. Her voluptuous body moved like waves in water, dark brown eyes with long lashes covering them, were so easy to get lost in. And then, as she slowly slid down to a split on the floor from the pole, our eyes met and locked on each other. I was no longer the PTSD ridden war vet, anxious by flashing lights or sounds, or the big loud groups of people. It was just her and I. Our eyes broke away as she had to on look at others if she wants the large amounts of money to keep flowing her way. All to soon, she finished and once she collected her money, left the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, give it up one more time for the luscious, beautiful, and very talented,

Na-Na.

Hopefully, she'll grace us with her presence again tonight. We gonna' take a little session break but we'll be right back." The DJ announced.

She didn't come back that night. I waited even after the ordeal with Hassum, I sat at the table, eyes fixed on the stage so I didn't miss her. But she never came back out. It was twenty minutes before closing when I decided it was fine she didn't come back out. I had already promised myself I'd have her forever.

Three months later

Nala Harris POV:

I stared at the screen but it did nothing good. I was just wasting my laptop battery. I had to complete my rough draft for an essay due but I needed...more. What I had wasn't my usual work ethic and I wasn't happy with it. I tried to always take pride in my work but this was just...

something

, maybe a C+ or B‐ at best. I sighed as I thought on the topic;

All good things come to end!

And that it did, feeling the topic was personal after realizing I had ran through all of my oatmeal cookies.

"I just think you need to reconsider. I mean you don't have anything to do."

"I could study, or work extra hours. I could do everything except go to a club." I answered my roommate and good friend, Ariana.

"But it's not just a club. It's a BDSM club that our fellow classmates found and chose to have our junior party. Besides you've been to one before."

"Yeah, because you all but forced me," Nala laughed, "And you snuck off and went and got dick from a complete stranger leaving me alone."

"But we're you alone though?" Ariana wiggled her eyebrows, "in my defense I warned you about the surroundings but you are the one who met the handsome stranger and never called him."

"I didn't know him." I pleaded in my defense.

"Well that's why you call people and go on dates silly. To get to know them. I was really hoping you break out that shy shell by now, it has been three years as roommates and none of my bad habits have rubbed off on you." Ariana pouted.

We shared a laugh before I continued.

"One of us has to be planted on the ground. Besides, we marked something off your bucket list;

visiting a BDSM club

. That was the wildest thing I ever did in my life Ariana and that was good enough for me just being there. I don't think I could ever do what those people do. I'm not scared to admit I'm to shy for that and to...

everything.

It's fun just living through you and hearing your stories."

"Whatever, Hambone." She smirked, calling me by my nickname.

I laughed and shut my laptop, preparing for tonight at the club. Hopefully, I gathered some kind of ideas to come to me before the due date of the essay which was in less than forty-eight hours.

"Seriously though, thanks so much dropping me off at the club before you go to the party tonight."

"You know it's not a problem. I'll take you anytime, have and always will, when I can. Last chance to board the party express though. Call out tonight and come live the life of a care free college student and stop working so much." Ariana groaned.

"Responsibility is a bitch, God forbid we divorce though. I still have to pay tuition, not to mention books and supplies and other living expenses. And it's not just me, I still have to send money to make sure my little sister is being taken care of."

"But Nala, you work as a tutor whenever you can, barista at the school Café between classes, and you dance at the club. And you still have a higher grade average than me. Don't you want a break?"

"I do, but who's gonna' give it to me?" I snorted, grabbing my things.

"Well, I tried to be your superwoman tonight but you wouldn't let me. Off into our own shadows of death we go." Ariana laughed, looping her arm through mine, as we exited our dorm.

The ride was filled with laughs and jokes from Ariana and she pecked my cheek goodbye, promising to send an Uber if she couldn't make it back to pick me up. I entered through the rear entrance only for employees and went straight to my small vanity to start getting ready. I first installed my dark ginger wig that fell in layers to my mid back. Instead of keeping it straight, I decided to pin it up into a messy French roll with stray pieces hanging out and after made sure my body was moisturized with my

Palmers

glitter body oil. I went to the corner of the room since I was still shy about changing in front of others, and slipped on my yellow lace lingerie set that consisted of a thong with bedazzles on the side and front and a bikini style bra that dipped into a V-Shape. I put my robe on for the time being and focused on my makeup. I caked it heavy since day one as I was taught that by a fellow dancer to help shield my indenity and with that and the help of wigs nobody knew I was Nala Harris, local college student and majorette dancer.

I heard my cue and took my heels with me and traveled up the small set of stairs until I reached behind the curtain. I sat on the empty stool and then secured my heels, relaxing my shoulders and moving my upper body around a bit.

"And now...what we've all been waiting for. She's sexy, seductive, and a naughty secret. She's so beautiful you'd wish she was in your bedsheets. The one and only grown and sexy sultry vixen,

Na-Na

." Derrick announced.

I gave a small smile and wave, silently thanking him for another dope introduction. Derrick was a cute kid and had a bright and great taste for music but I made sure to let him know his crush wouldn't move forward after multiple request for a date. He was barely out of high school but a sweet and respectful kid none the less.

He cued Jazmine Sullivan's

BPW

and I swayed to the pole, imagining I was else where. Dancing was a true passion of mine and it didn't break the shyness I've had since I was kid. I learned to embrace being shy and just pictured myself in a safe space where I wasn't being judged, like in my childhood bedroom or my dorm. It was few twirls around the pole until I finally climbed up top and pulled off the carousal trick before slowly flipping over, hanging upside down.

I couldn't place the set of eyes but it felt like someone was watching me. Harder than excepted, like a spy stake-out or something. I let it go and focused on the task at hand which was making sure I gave eye contact to every on-looker to make sure it seemed as if I was dancing strictly for them. The song ended and I collected what I could before the security came and collected what was left. Needing the extra money, I stayed despite my aching feet and worked the floor bartending and gave a couple private dances but the eyes I felt watching me, never went away.

I was in the bathroom in the back washing my hands after finally being able to take a pee break. It was almost four in the morning and I had been at work since nine last night. I dried my hands and pulled out my phone to text Ariana hoping she wasn't away from her phone. I assumed it was another dancer or employee when the door opened, so I didn't bother looking up. It was when I felt the same on-ward stare I looked up and before I could scream a hand covered in black gloves, went over my mouth.

I felt myself being wrestled to the ground but I wasn't going to be another victim. I tried to remember everything about the self defense class the girls in our hall took incase we ever were walking campus alone. At the time it felt silly and stupid but now I needed it more than ever. It was when I bit his hand and knee'd his groin, he grunted and rolled off of me. I was almost to the door when I felt his big hand clamp to my ankle and made me fall with a thud to the ground. I screamed but a fearing part of me knew no one could hear it for the blasting music still going in the club. The attacker gained over me and got on top, trapping my arms under his thigh but I still wildly kicked my legs which were pinned under him as well. It was a hard punch to the jaw that made me see stars and stop yelling. My heart went out of the normal recommend pace and I cursed myself for not taking my meds earlier which was in my bag on the counter. A black cloth came into my line of sight and I shook my head until it came in contact with my nose and mouth. Though I tried to hold my breath it did no good when I felt myself get lighter and lighter until blackness was all I saw.

____

When I came back from darkness, I knew something was wrong. For one I was no longer in the club. Though I was blindfolded, I knew I wasn't there anymore because I was in a bed or on a mattress or some type of fort. It was thin because I felt a hard concrete floor under me. My wrist were chained and my arms were spread eagle. I tried to move my legs but they were also chained and sitting in stirrups. I felt a blast of cold air and realized I was completely naked. I tried to slow my breathing and my heart rate but I couldn't because I knew where ever I was, wasn't good. A wail was released through the "

O

" contraption I felt spreading my mouth out.

"Take a deep breath and relax. Had I known you had a heart condition, I'd got you differently. Don't strain."

The voice was deep and commanding and left no room for other ideas of authority to come in. I couldn't tell what ethnicity they were, but I knew it was a man. My body tensed and I immediately tried to make a desperate cry for help.

"I said

relax

." His voiced thundered out.

I didn't know what he looked like because the ski mask was protecting his identity in the bathroom but he sounded like a mean and cruel fuck.

"You'll find I'm a man who doesn't like repeating himself slut, so when I speak,

you listen

."

I recoiled at the word slut. I'd never been called that before for the simple reason, I wasn't a slut. I didn't sleep around or part-take in lewd acts. Who was he talking to?

"What's the matter pretty girl? Not use to hearing such things. Get use to it because you'll be

slut, whore, fucktoy, holes,

and anything else I find degrading enough for you...

Nala

."

Slob started to drool from my mouth when I gasped. How did he know my name? My real name?

"I know everything there is to know about you Nala. Like your favorite color is yellow, your studying professional and creative writing as a major and a minor in film. You're a majorette dancer and your favorite snack is a tastykake honey bun despite you being a athlete. And deep down you are a slut. Just how many tabs on that rose pink laptop of yours are filthy porn videos?"

How did he

know that

?

"Yeah, a friend of mine looked into that for me and he couldn't tell where it ended or begin. He was shocked, but me? I told him it's always the quiet ones." He laughed, "I've waited a long time for you whore. Longer than any sub before you. To tell you how many nights I stayed awake picturing this very scene...uncountable." He added, running a hand from my throat slowly down the rest of my body.

"You know, I think we should start at body modification. Nice nipples and firm breast. A little bigger than anticipated but I like the natural sag to them. No need for fake ones because I want you feel every inflection of pain possible to them but they are begging for some jewelry. I think we need those nipples pierced asap."

He sounded like he was writing it down. Like he was a waiter taking an order or he was out shopping checking off a list. He made remarks about what he would do to

my body

as if I wasn't here.

"Don't be sad slut. We all have short comings. But! You should be proud to know I'm happy with your ass. No need to touch that unless it's to bruise it."

He was so nonchalant and crude. I felt tears come to the surface of my eyes and tried to hold the wail in but I failed miserably when it sounded off from my agape mouth.

"That was a complement whore. Don't agitated me or tonight we'll go straight to the hard stuff."

I couldn't contain my wails and wanting of pleads. I wanted someone to come rescue me from this tyrant of a man and I wanted him six feet under the jail for this. I continued, ignoring his pause of silence but I heard the

whoosh

before I felt his hand go as hard as it could across my cheek. My hand snapped to the side and I gasped in air. Never had I been hit before by a man until tonight. Or today. Or whatever time it was, I couldn't keep track anymore. My lips quivered and I couldn't produce anymore sound.

"A true brat you just maybe but don't worry, I enjoy breaking those. You will learn quickly that I'm your master, your dom. And you are a slave. You

will do as I say

. Because either your skin will break first or your will to defy me. There is no escaping me. I mean,

slut

, truly, whose going to care? You were a stripper who went missing. Oh and your little roommate! Whose going to be believe that whore or take her serious? Always the party and drinking with her. And her whole sex tape ordeal in high school and

college

well...she's not such a stand up person and whose to say you didn't go following in her footsteps and that's how you vanished into thin air?"

Tears begin to wet the down blindfold but I forced myself to not make any noise.

"Awe, your gonna' cry now? It maybe more fun breaking you mentally than physically." He laughed.

I heard him come closer and then I jumped when I felt a finger slid down my lips.

"Are you seriously fucking wet whore? I just kidnapped you and told you my plans to torture you and break you mentally and physically. I mean can we even call it rape at this point? How much of a slut are you? And you think I'm a sick fuck. You don't even know me or if I have other men outside that door ready to have their way with you, fuckmeat. And your

wet with arousal and it's dripping down your ass cheek.

Truly, you are a slut."

I knew better but I couldn't help but wail out. I wanted this to be over or just a bad dream. But I knew it wasn't. It was a voice that told me no one was coming. I was going to have to some way, some how get out of this myself.

I heard a chair or stool of some sort scrape across the floor and soon fingers started exploring my womanhood. I jumped but instantly regretted it when I felt a electric shock that came from my neck. I hollered as best as I could from the gag and when I heard a chuckle, I knew it had something to do with him.

"I figured why not a shock collar for my new bitch. Like a good master, all dogs getting trained must have one." He talked, still running his rough fingers through my womanhood. I felt something come to my core and jumped as best as I could due to the restraints on my legs. A hard and miserable memory came back to me when I felt entrance of the vaginal speculum. Only have had this nightmare happen at the gynecologist, I automatically tensed up, despite me already knowing it would make it worse.

"I saw your medical records and you should be smart enough to know not to clamp down, but then again you are wet from a stranger kidnapping you."