This is the start of my Non-Con series. It is mentioned in the other story, but everything here is written in 3rd person.
This is the first night of the two bouncers that are met in the other series that I thought was a good intro to the series.
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Abbott and Marlin loved their job. They'd had a chance to switch to days and promptly denied it. While some stuff happened during the day the real benefit of the club happened at night, and they knew it. They had met on the job, first day for both of them, and within a week were introduced to the spectacle of what went on in the lower levels.
It had been simple enough. Take a girl from room three and go down the stairs. They were not expecting the metal, reinforced doors that would take a decade to siege. There was a call button that they had argued over who would push it. Finally, after a game of rock, paper, scissors that Abbott was sure his fellow bouncer had cheated, Abbott pressed the button.
"Yes?" came a voice from inside. Marlin looked at him and back to the speaker.
"Uh, I have a...girl?" Abbott stumbled over his words.
"Ah, very well. Enter."
A loud click sounded and Marlin, who wasn't carrying the unconscious girl, pulled on the handle. A door smaller than either man thought would be opened revealing a stark white interior. Both men stepped forward hearing the click behind them as soon as the door was complete.
They went down a flight of stairs and stopped in their tracks.
Before them was a dungeon like they had never seen. Metal cells, like the ones in ancient castles covered the floor. They could easily make out four shapes. Three girls and one guy.
"Yes?" came the same voice as the speaker box. Before them strode a six foot tall male, dark hair, muscled chest. What drew their attention more was that he was carrying a bull whip in one hand. "Ah, you must be the fresh meat."
