Author Note: Every aspect of this story is 100% fictional and all characters are 18+. It was written with the intent of entertaining those who enjoy the fantasy of non-consent sex. Some of the characters and situations would be ridiculous and disgusting if viewed through the lens of reality. Your sexual partners should ALWAYS be treated with respect even when, per their wishes, you're pretending not to.
One note on the story itself: You may notice that I like to leave my main characters in precarious predicaments. This is not done with the intention of eventually continuing the narrative as I have no plans to write any sequels or additional chapters. However, anyone else who would like to attempt to do so has my full blessing.
** One For The Show **
BRAKKKKT!
Pain shot through Julia's entire body. It felt like every one of her muscles had been jabbed by jagged needles at the same time. And then it was gone. Though the pain stopped, the memory of what it felt like seared her.
"Oww... Oh... Ouch. Oh..."
"Come on, get your lazy ass up!" Tad said impatiently.
Still dazed, Julia looked around. She was in the room where she had agreed to meet Tad and on the still-made bed where they were to have had sex. On the nearby nightstand she saw the empty champagne glass she had been drinking out of with her red lipstick smeared across the rim.
"Stand up!" Tad insisted. "Hurry! He's opening his presents."
"Wait... I just..." Julia sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. There was something heavy attached tightly around her neck. She felt a leather collar with a large rectangular plastic device weighing it down.
BRAKKKKT!
The terrible sound came from the plastic device. It was followed immediately by the same intense pain that spread throughout her limbs from a single spot on Julia's neck. Her body convolved and she fell over onto the bed. Like before, a moment later the pain was gone but not forgotten.
"I said get your ass up! And don't touch that."
"Oh... Oww... Oh... Please... Please help me..."
Tad grabbed the collar and lifted Julia to her feet, choking her slightly.
Julia was standing in one of the nine bedrooms of a luxury cabin owned by the Waldorf Country Club & Estates. She knew it well since she had been an employee of the exclusive private club for the last three years as she worked her way through college. The club was where she had met Tad who, along with his entire family, was a member.
"What the fuck is this?" Tad asked. "I told you to dress sexy!"
With his dark hair, strong features, and tall stature, Tad was the most handsome boy she had ever seen. She had fallen in love with him immediately. They first met when she was working at the club's bar and he called her a "dog-faced bitch" for initially not serving him since he was only nineteen. That was over a year ago and they had been hooking up in secret since. Julia had been excited because his invitation to meet at a cabin would be the first time they weren't getting together in a coat room, behind a shed, or next to a tree on the golf course at night.
Tad began to pull and yank at Julia's favorite pink baby doll nightie. Her boyfriend, Steve, had bought it for her and she liked how it showed off her ample cleavage.
Julia watched Tad work in the reflection of the room's mirrored closet doors. Partly due to her brain having trouble completing a thought and partly because she was used to letting Tad do whatever he wanted, she did not object while he pulled apart the pink nightie. After an elongated ripping sound, the ruined nightie was discarded onto the floor.
Julia stood in place holding herself, now wearing only black thigh-high stockings and the wide collar. They matched her long straight black hair and the olive complexion of her skin that was now on full display. Though she was petite, almost a foot shorter than Tad, her breasts were large and her thighs shapely. Steve would call her his "curvy consort". But she would have traded all those curves in a second to look more like the tall, thin blondes that often accompanied Tad.
In the mirror, Julia recognized the collar bound around her neck. It was a dog shock collar. The guard dogs at the club wore them and Tad held one of the antennaed remotes in his hand.
"Tad... Please. I don't know-"
"Shut up. You've wasted too much time as it is. Come on."
Tad pushed her out the bedroom door and down a long hallway. Julia could hear multiple voices and laughter echo from somewhere in the large cabin. They grew louder as they walked along.
"Oh... Tad. Please. I just-" Tad roughly shoved her from behind.
"I told you to shut up. We don't have time for anymore of your shit." Tad jingled the collar's remote. "Don't make me have to use this again."
Of course Julia didn't want to be shocked again but she also didn't want Tad upset at her so she obediently let him lead her down some stairs. She knew that if she wanted him to love her, she'd have to show that she trusted him. Also, he obviously didn't realize just how painful the shocks were to her. It was the same way the first time he had decided to have anal sex with her.
At the bottom of the stairs, they rounded a corner and walked into the cabin's well-lit and spacious kitchen. Julia stopped short. A pale man in a dark blue tracksuit leaned against the counter and played on his phone. The loud voices were right right outside the closed kitchen door. They were boisterous and excited.
Upon noticing them, the pale man set his phone down. He looked closely at Julia's naked body in the same way she had seen members examine horses at the club's stables.
"This is girl?" he asked in a strong foreign accent. "I need to be making sure she's clean, yeah?"
With a final shove, Tad pushed Julia towards the man. She bit her lip and suppressed a whimper as the strange man pinched her face and examined her mouth, ran his hands across her bare breasts, and over her exposed pussy. Tears welled up in Julia's eyes.
"Wax clean," the foreign man said. "I like. Makes so sores cannot be hidden."
"Candy!" the man yelled into the closed kitchen door. A moment later, a tall blonde woman wearing a tight blue string bikini and high heels walked in. Her top had been pulled back to reveal modest sized breasts but she slid them back under the blue material as she approached them. Though at first glance she had seemed much older, as she looked at her, Julia realized that they were likely about the same age; both in their mid-twenties.
"We ready to get started?" Candy asked. She had no accent that Julia could detect but spoke confidently and directly. "I'll get the girls to set up."
"Here," the foreign man said to her. He nodded towards Julia. "For you. Work her into show. We get money for it."
Candy studied Julia for a moment. Julia wanted to let her know that she didn't want to be part of any "show". That she wasn't comfortable standing there in nothing but her thigh-high stockings. That, in fact, what she wanted was just to go back upstairs with Tad.
