Arcane Whore

Hey all, sorry it has taken me so long to get this next part up. It is a real struggle to get the editing done on these. Trying to make sure that the rpg system makes sense, and it is going the way I want it to is a lot of work. I have another part nearly done with its first draft and hopefully I will be able to go through it and get it posted in less than a month this time.

Thanks for all your comments on the first two parts it's definitely encouraging to know people want to read more of the story.

If you have any questions or comments I would be happy to hear them!

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Exactly thirty minutes on the dot after he had dismissed me Silas arrived outside of the VIP room. I had been there waiting for the last several minutes trying to deal with the distractions of my aching cock and the feeling of my plugged ass. I had been trying to keep my mind focused on those things because that meant my mind wouldn't continue to spiral in speculation about what Silas wanted me to do next.

As he walked up he pulled something out of his pocket, it looked like a strange silver gun of some kind and I immediately felt a rush of terror as I began to imagine what he was going to do with it.

My obvious fear must have shown on my face because Silas stopped in front of me and held up the silver device and smiled at me.

"Relax alright, this is just a piercing gun, for your ears. It has an enchantment on it which will make the process almost entirely painless and will make your ears heal very quickly. I need this because you need to wear some earrings for this next job."

I felt myself slowly start to relax a little bit as his explanation was odd but he seemed genuine.

"Come here." He said as he stepped forward and tilted my head to the side exposing my ear which he quickly slid the cool metal device onto. I heard a sudden loud CLICK. Then felt a strange tugging and an odd pinching feeling. He did something else and I felt something sliding through my earlobe, it was an entirely new and disconcerting sensation that thankfully only lasted for a few moments then I was left with just a dull ache from my ear.

Silas moved like this was something he just did regularly, and tilted my head to the other side and repeated the process there. Then he stepped back pocketing the silver gun and looked at me.

I hesitantly reached up and felt my ears, my fingers exploring the strange new additions, a pair of simple studs, that I was pretty sure I would forget were there soon enough. I wasn't sure if I liked the idea of the earrings or not. I supposed not having them would almost be stranger at this point due to how feminine I was being made to look.

"There, looks nice. Also now I can speak to you with those earrings. You will be able to hear me give you directions, but no one else will hear or know that I am speaking to you. For this next job I will be watching and will direct you in what you should be doing. You are going to be performing for a small group. You will need to go in there and do your best with the routine that Sasha taught you earlier. Understand?"

I had heard him, and I did understand it. But I didn't like it. I was absolutely terrified. My confidence in my ability was nonexistent. I kept imagining myself falling off the stage, or one of the audience noticing the bulge of my cage and them realizing that I was not actually a woman. What would they say? How would they treat me? These were the thoughts spiraling through my head. But knowing Silas didn't want to hear about my complaints or worries I simply nodded and tried to take deep breaths.

"Great, then get in there and listen for my directions." Silas said with a broad smile and walked past me slapping me on the ass as he did.

I jumped at the sharp smack of his hand and then felt the sting of it burn. It didn't hurt really after a few seconds, however the humiliation and feeling of helplessness it brought was way worse.

Taking the next minute I tried to calm myself as much as possible. I focused my thoughts on the incredibly simple dance routine I had learned. I tried to remember all the bits of advice Sasha had given me, focusing on the idea that the whole show was less about my actual moves, and more about my attitude and the way I moved.

I thought about Sasha, how her curvy and athletic form had twirled and mesmerized me. I felt my cock twitch as the memories of watching her ass shake replayed in my mind. As it did the ache of denial tugged at me. Remembering how hot she had been caused my lust addled mind to begin thinking of other strange things. Maybe someday I could be that hot, that confident. If I was then I could get people to give me permission to cum whenever I wanted. I could be the one in control. My mind twisted and fantasized about what that would look like, how it would feel. I felt myself getting even more turned on by the idea and the ache from my confined cock intensified.

When I took a step towards the door my trembling legs nearly gave out and I thankfully managed to catch myself on the wall before I fell over. The two days of built up desire was having a serious effect. I let out a small frustrated sob and turned to the door, knowing that I needed to get moving if I didn't want Silas to be angry with me.

Taking one last long slow breath I opened the door and doing everything I could to channel the lessons I had been given, strode into the room.

The room was dark, with glowing neon and moving lights reflecting off the many mirrored surfaces, a bass heavy electronic song was playing and the thump of it was intimidating, it felt like I was being smacked in the face by the sound. Arrayed on the couches was a group of five men, all drinking and chatting with one another. They looked like successful corpos, all wearing suits, with fancy watches, necklaces as well as facial modifications. They all seemed to be happily drunk or on their way there, and none seemed to notice I had entered the room yet.

I struggled to maintain my calm as I moved through the room. I tried to focus on the things I could control, focus on dancing. It wasn't like I needed to talk to them right?

I strode up and stepped onto the stage, quickly moving to the pole in the middle staring at the ground, as I did I barely avoided twisting an ankle as my heels slipped slightly on the slick surface.

Leaning there against the pole I could feel my heart racing and wondered if it was possible for my heart to burst out of my chest.

I looked up and met the gaze of a middle aged man, a drunken haze seemed to hang over him, but as we looked at one another he grinned and got the attention of the man next to him and pointing my way.

Looking at them the music made it impossible for me to hear them but reading his lips it looked like he said something about entertainment then when he turned back towards me I heard a whistle.

I felt myself blush and quickly looked away, they looked so excited to see me. It was surprising, I had been expecting indifference at best and annoyance at worst.

The other thing that was odd about the situation was, when I saw their excitement it sent a thrill through me. Why did the idea of them looking at me with interest do that?

I could't understand what they said but I heard the other men shouting something and saw a pair of them clink their glasses before turning to look at me.

Knowing the longer I waited the more nervous I would get, I looked down at my feet and slowly started to dance. Focusing on remembering what Sasha had taught me, I tried to lose myself in the moment. The simple routine I had drilled at least ten times earlier that day was easy enough. Having some idea of what I should be doing gave me some comfort as I was reasonably confident that I wouldn't forget what I was supposed to do.

Staring at my toes I couldn't help but let my mind spiral into increasingly harsh self critiques. A part of my mind couldn't stop screaming at me that I looked ridiculous. That same thought process kept telling me that this had to be a convoluted joke and soon enough everyone watching would laugh at me.

However when I eventually did briefly look up at my audience their reactions were nothing like I feared. They seemed genuinely excited to watch me and I even thought I heard them shouting encouragement.

The reaction I had to this was another stronger thrill like nothing I had never felt before in my life. It was exciting and made me entertain the idea that I might actually have a bit of talent, that maybe I was good at something. The attention was intoxicating, I found myself getting more and more relaxed as I continued to dance for them. As I performed the sensual movements, my muscles started to relax. I felt like I was moving smoother and I couldn't help but feel sexy as I ran my hands up and down my body. The feeling of the silky fabric made my skin tingle. When I caught glances of my reflection in the large mirrored wall across from the couches. I couldn't deny that the thin woman I was looking at was hot.

It was strange because I was having a very hard time connecting myself with what I saw in the mirror. My mind couldn't connect the sexy woman dancing that I saw and myself as the same person it just didn't make sense.

I was pulled out of my mental struggles as I heard someone speaking as if they were standing right next to me.

"You are doing well, now take off your dress."

The words nearly made me stumble and fall over as I heard them in my ear, the unexpected praise taking me completely by surprise.

It took a second for my brain to catch up but then I realized it was Silas directing me.

His command shouldn't have been a surprise. I had known I would be told to get naked. However knowing this and anticipating it didn't make it any easier to make myself do it.

I slowly moved to obey and felt my body reacting to the idea of what I was about to do. I felt my cock pulse and ache as it tried to harden. I felt the confusing surge of arousal as I started pulling at the dress and positioning myself for a move Sasha had shown me specifically for taking off a little dress like I was wearing.

I rolled it upwards quickly and did a small turn, then shimmied out of it exposing nearly every part of myself as I dropped it to the stage. The feeling of the air flowing over my now exposed sweaty bare skin made me feel so incredibly vulnerable. The strangest thing about that however was how excited that feeling made me, I had never felt sexier in my life.

With this I also felt a new urge to cover my chest. Even though I had no tits or anything to hide it still felt like I was exposing something private.

The men whistled louder and I heard a faint clinking sound, I looked down to see glowing neon coins bouncing across the stage. They were giving me tips.

It was a system they used for a world without physical currency. The strip clubs gave their patrons the ability to buy glowing coins, summoning them out of the side of the stage so that they could throw them. If the stripper wanted to get the credits from the coin, she would need to actively go and touch the coin. This worked out for everyone, it meant the dancers got tips and the audience were able to see a beautiful dancer on their knees taking their money, it made everyone happy.

Seeing those glowing coins was incredibly validating, they didn't need to throw them. It had to mean I was doing well and it helped somewhat balancing out the anxiety about everything else.

As I felt their eyes on my now nearly naked body I was incredibly self conscious about the fact that all I had between me and these drunken men was a very thin and flimsy pair of lacy panties that were clearly not enough to hide my bulge. It might be small, but if somehow they hadn't been aware already, there was no way these men wouldn't know exactly what I was. It also would now be easy for these men to see that I also had a plug in my ass, the sparkling metal base peeking out from between my cheeks.

There was nothing I could do about any of it except for keep playing my part and acting like I was meant to be here and I knew what I was doing.

As I kept up my routine, I tried to remember all the things Sasha had explained and pointed out for me. I wasn't sure how good my dancing was, but if the coins that were tossed across the stage were any indication my audience was telling me I was doing a good job.

The encouragement from them helped to maintain my fragile confidence and fed into what I quickly realized was a deep desire for attention and praise. I had never had anyone look at me the way these men did right now and I knew that this experience was changing something in me, making me painfully aware of a badly neglected need of mine. The high I was feeling from their attention was not something I would be able to forget any time soon.

I danced and lost myself in the feeling of it once again. As I became more and more comfortable with what I was doing my body got more and more excited. The cold metal of the pole felt incredible on my flushed and hot skin, the shifting of the plug in my ass occasionally sending small waves of pleasure and shivers through my body.

I kept up the motions, slowly rotating around the pole and doing my best to make every move I made slow and sensual, moving with the beat rolling my hips and lightly stroking my sides and arching my back slowly striding with my tall heels giving the audience a look at every part of me.

After I perfectly finished one of the more complex moves Sasha had taught me, I even had the thought that this wasn't so hard. This in turn gave me the confidence to raise my eyes and meet the stares of the men as they watched me, it made me nervous, meeting their eyes. But their attention was like water for a dehydrated flower, I absorbed everything they gave me eagerly.

After some time my feet were aching and the music had changed to a new song. Going on instinct more than anything else I slid down onto my hands and knees, crawling forwards towards my audience, the position and movement making the plug in my ass shift more dramatically and I couldn't stop myself from moaning softly as the feeling of it pressing against that special spot felt amazing.

My face heated up as I couldn't keep from feeling some shame as I realized how trashy I had to look and how obvious it was that I was incredibly turned on. However I also saw that the men watching me clearly were excited by what I was doing. The excitement that gave me along with the burning need for pleasure inside of me overpowered my sense of embarrassment and shame.

Of course that was when Silas chimed in to push me even further.

"Your doing great, now put your face on the stage and point your ass at the guys, I want you to spread your knees and pull the thong to the side, then fuck yourself with the plug."

My face which had already been hot suddenly felt like it was going to catch fire. I couldn't do that, there was no way I could do that. My rational mind railed against the idea of it. Refused to even consider it. But even as my mind was spiraling and trying to think of ways I could avoid doing what Silas had said, my body was already moving to comply, something in me was simply unable to refuse a direct order like that, and another part of me wanted to know what it would feel like to play with that plug, wondered if those infrequent pleasurable sensations the plug had been giving me could be made into something more.

So I spread my knees and arched my back, wiggling my ass in the direction of the audience. The cheering and whooping of the crowd got louder and more excited as I did, I felt several coins bounce off my ass.

As I pressed my face to the cool hard stage, I ignored my own internal protests and let my desires and instincts take over. All that mattered right then was making sure Silas was happy, and really was it so bad to do what he had asked, wasn't the idea of it really hot?

My ears were ringing and the feeling of the cold hard stage on my knees and face was the only thing grounding me. The rest of my body was tingling with energy and I felt my ass clenching and releasing as my knees slid wide and my back arched making my cheeks spread open and exposing myself to the watching men in the sluttiest way I could imagine.

I reached back with trembling hands and did as Silas directed, I pulled the thin strip of fabric away exposing my plugged hole and the underside of my balls to the men watching me.

Touching the base of the plug I felt a shiver run through me as the sensation of the deep pressure and the strange violating nature of it pulsed inside of me.

I slowly moved it, tugging at the base, making my ass start to stretch again. This time however instead of fear, I could feel a deep pulsing need, an aching arousal, a desire for more. To know what it would feel like to take more, to be stretched further.

I pulled at the plug harder, the sharp ache of it forcing my hole to stretch sending waves of burning aching sensation through my body. I whimpered and tugged harder. With a pop I felt it slide out of me and a sudden relief hit me followed by a strange feeling of emptiness.

Not knowing what possessed me to do so I pushed the plug back in hard, forcing my ass to stretch around it once again, the sharp pain of stretching was still shocking, but less severe this time and I instinctively clenched hard and moaned like a horny slut. Thankfully for me I was pretty sure the sound was lost in the loud music. I clenched my free hand on the stage into a fist and bit down on it as I tried to understand all of the overwhelming emotions and physical sensations I was experiencing. The ache that followed the sharp pain of stretching morphed again to a strange burning pleasure which added to the twisting and roiling need inside of me.

My dick felt like it was going to pop off as it pulsed and pushed at the tiny metal cage. I shifted and squirmed but nothing but cumming would give me the relief I needed. The intensity of the ache combining with the thrusting and stretching in my ass made it hard to think about anything other than my cock and cumming.

As a part of my rational mind caught up with that thought I felt a rush of confusion, and shame that pushed back the current wave of desire that threatened to make me lose all thoughts and reason.

I didn't understand how I could feel these things, how could I be so incredibly turned on from having a group of men watch me play with a toy in my ass. I would have cum in less than a second had I been able to, I was fighting everything I had not to beg the men behind me to give me permission. I wouldn't even need to touch my cock, it didn't even need to be released from its cage, I knew I would cum regardless simply from playing with my ass.

As the intense sensations swirled through me my mind started to fantasize about increasingly filthy ideas. I knew that in that moment I would have gladly let the men watching do anything they wanted to me if it meant I could have cum.

I was imagining what it would be like if they wanted to fuck me. I wondered what it would feel like to be stretched open by their cocks, to have my ass fucked. The idea of it didn't feel as foreign or impossible as it once might have, in fact I even had the thought that maybe if they fucked me it would make me cum even harder.

My mind reeled as that series of ideas went through it. I desperately tried to pull myself back from that line of thinking. I tried to repress all those ideas and refocus on my current situation and how I could move forward and get out of here.

However despite my best efforts those thoughts and feelings refused to be repressed. So in desperation I tried to rationalized what I was feeling to myself. This wasn't something I actually wanted, this was because I had been edging for two days and I was simply desperate for any kind of stimulation that might make me cum, it totally didn't mean anything that I had been imagining how it would feel to have a hot thick cock filling my ass. It meant nothing that I was imagining what it would be like to have a man choking me with his cock while another one railed me from behind.