[b][u][center]Sarina’s Hectic Shift Chapter 2 By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] The two dancers waited backstage. If they’d been of a similar height, they would have been shoulder to shoulder, but Kaulana was a full ten inches shorter than her, which left the otter’s head beneath Sarina’s shoulder. She watched a polar bear dance at the end of the stage, the thickly-built woman throwing her ass down with a resounding slam every so often, and each time, it felt as if the stage would break. “Think Notah spent all his money on the club instead of talent?” Kaulana asked with a teasing smile. “Maybe; then again, it’s not exactly like we’re downtown, with corporate people watching,” Sarina said with a shake of her head. “I don’t think that he needs a lot of money for people like us.” “People like us? Heh, you’d think that stars would get paid better than this.” “People like you, then.” Kaulana shook her head, but Sarina looked away before the otter could respond. The last thing that she wanted to do was get into the whole discussion that they’d had in the locker room. She knew what she was, what people wanted, and that was the long and short of it. She didn’t want to complicate that. For now, she had a working system, and she would stick to it for as long as she possibly could. The music came to an end, and the polar bear – as well as the two wolf males that had strutted down the side runways – began their walk back. The dragoness adjusted her posture, taking a few deep breaths and running through the routine real quick. They were both naked, save for the tape that she had over her cock. That would keep them matching, considering the oils on her scales would reflect the light about as well as the ‘gemstones’ that Kaulana had plastered around her clit and her nipples. They were as good as gemstones to pound the stage, scaled and fleshed, and she doubted that there’d be an eye anywhere else as they took the middle runway. [i]Walk, spread, show off your ass. Both of us grab the pole, dropping down slowly, dancing in a circle around it…[/i] They would be like carousel pieces going around the stripper pole, making sure to give the other time to slow, or even stop, making sure to keep the pole between them at all times. They could improvise on that, or reach across and pull the other in for a fake kiss, even lean together for boob-to-boob contact for the masses, but by and large, they were supposed to improv and play off each other to make their own display. But the walk first. They had to nail the walk. “Ready?” Kaulana asked. “No need to ask if you are.” “You know it, girl. Come on. Let’s show them what quality looks like.” The polar bear passed by with a low-five for the otter, and then, they stepped out from behind the curtains. Bmp-bmp-bmp. The music immediately set the pace, quick but not too quick. Something slightly slower than masturbation speed, as far as Sarina could guess. She and Kaulana stood with their hands on their hips, affecting a sort of playful posture for the audience. [i]So many,[/i] she thought, her eyes flicking around under the purple spotlights. [i]Fifty…sixty, at least…[/i] For a small club in the middle of a Dead Zone, that wasn’t doing bad. She imagined that Notah would be raking it in with the drinks tonight, considering how fast he was. Thump, thump, thump. They tapped out a count to three with their feet, then began the walk down the runway. Step, step, step. Sarina shortened her pace slightly and Kaulana lengthened hers, giving the illusion of walking in sync with each other. She swung her hips slightly to her right, and Kaulana swung hers to the left. Their hefty rumps bounced off each other to the cheers of those that had the fortune to sit right up at the front. By the time that they reached the stripper pole, Sarina leaning to its left and Kaulana to its right, they were both starting to show signs of ‘appreciation’ for the audience. Their nipples stood out, the otter’s pulled through the tight grip of the fake gems on her chest and pinched by them, while hers were teased and weighed down by the little silver shards that had been punched through them years ago. She shivered, keeping a smile on her face as she nodded to the crowd. Idly, she counted six members of the Sinning Saints in the crowd, as well as quite a few other, nonaffiliated individuals that were probably either freelancers or just wanderers. They weren’t going to start any problems with those numbers. The beat changed, speeding up. She spun on her heel, flaunting herself, swaying her ass with every step. She could feel the meat of her cheeks grinding against each other, feeling the sheer heft of them with every step. Sarina lingered, letting her foot rest raised, toes on the ground, the soft red of her sole shown to those that had an interest in that. [i]The number of footjobs I’ve given…the number of times I’ve taken it up the ass…[/i] Around to the other side of the pole. They turned, faced each other, and dropped at the same time. They squatted on the balls of their feet, bouncing their asses up and down, up and down. Jiggle. Jiggle. Jiggle. Sarina could feel every eye that stared at her, and she moaned under her breath, her head tilting back as if she could somehow feed off of the attention that she was getting. She craved it, required it. Throb. Throb. Throb. She could feel her cock responding under the tape, begging to be let loose, to bounce and show itself off. The urges were coming, the urge to throw herself down, to put herself in a split and thrust a ringed toe at the audience. She wanted to push herself out there, to let them take her, to let herself become their whore for the night, but – [i]Not yet, not yet…[/i] If she started it, it wouldn’t be as good. If she made the invitation, then she would hate it by the end. But if they took her… If they started it… If they pinned her and pulled her down and made it happen… She panted as she stood up, matching Kaulana. The otter was treating the audience to something different, to a raw display of her body, yes, but to the smiles of a girl that knew what they wanted, and who offered love to them. Kaulana had always been the darling of those that came in with a lonely heart. Sarina was there for those that needed to get off. It was like a fever, a heated compulsion as they walked around the pole again. Long steps, short steps, teasing the audience in every way that they could think. They dropped again, this time wobbling on the balls of their feet, deliberately raising their tails and showing off the plugs inside them. The crowd went wild at that. Bills of various denominations fell through the air, landing at their feet, and some of them were actually slid between her toes as she kept bouncing her ass for them. Throb. Throb. Throb. Sarina could scarcely catch her breath as she slowly pulled herself upright, leaning forward against the pole and meeting Kaulana as she did. Their nipples touched, metal piercings clicking off the glass bits. They moaned, mostly for the crowd, but also for Sarina’s own rising need. [i]More…Have to do…more…[/i] The eyes, the eyes on her. If they only knew – if they knew how much she had done, what she was willing to do if they only made the first move, oh, the things they would say. Filthy, filthy, filthy little whore. The best sort of bitch for those that just needed to get off and get going. That was what she was. Not some good thing, just the [i]worst[/i] thing for someone with a heart, but the [i]best[/i] thing for someone with a heavy pair of balls that just needed that taken care of, or a wet cunt that needed to get off. And it showed in every step that she took. She panted, feeling like a bitch in heat as she pummeled the end of the runway. Her tongue lolled out as she looked at the crowd, almost drooling on herself as she almost forgot about her partner. [i]Fuck me…you know you want to,[/i] she thought, staring out at the crowd. [i]You know you want to take me…pull me right off the stage and show me where I belong. What I am. What I fucking deserve. Go on. Do it. Do it. Do it right fucking –[/i] Someone around the table grabbed her by the tail. Sarina gasped, then stiffened as she felt the familiar surge of Body-magic running through her. She tried to turn, but it was too late. Just as soon as she started to react, the spell hit her and kickstarted a lust so strong that she fell to her knees. Her legs spread as it hit her hard, her cock throbbing, spitting pre-cum against the tape, and – RIIIP! Sarina moaned, her legs spreading further as she fell backward. She barely caught herself with her arms thrown behind her, but there was no saving the tape. Her cock wrenched itself forward, pulling the tape with it, leaving the black strap hanging from the head of her now-dripping shaft. Her balls dropped out, hanging down to the stage, and she gasped for breath as she instinctively hunched her hips up again, and again, and again, moving to the beat and keeping the show going. However, the crowd was far less kind. The crowd finally got to see what she had to offer, and she heard what they had to say. “Oh, fuck, what is that?” “She’s got a fucking cock?!” “Man, no wonder the otter looked better; she’s a real woman.” “Heh, look at that fucking slut. I bet you that bitch just needs to be used.” “Hey, dick-girl, get off the stage. We’ll use you while the short chick gives us a real –” The last one was silenced abruptly as a streak of some brown-furred thing darted across the room, but the words were already echoing around her head. Not a real woman. Dick-girl. Slut. Used. The dirty things, the horrible things, the cruel things: they echoed around her head and made her harder, needier, wetter in the most debased way. She kept arching her back, all but thrusting her cock into the sky from how she was losing herself. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t – “Sarina. Sarina!” Kaulana stepped on her. It was just enough of a painful squish to snap her out of the half-trance that she was putting herself in, and Sarina gasped as she stared up at the naked otter. Her nipple was half-pinched beneath the otter’s foot, and after a second or three, she realized what she’d been doing. Her face went bright red, but there was no saving dignity there. “Sorry,” was all she could say. “Get up,” Kaulana whispered, grabbing her hand. “Not letting my costar go down without a fight.” She nodded blankly, letting herself get pulled to her feet, but something had already shifted. She could feel it. It normally didn’t happen that fast; normally, it took someone getting a lap-dance and getting handsy, or some whisper from someone in the crowd that was cheating with a little Perception-magic to get her this needy. Tonight, thought – [i]I’m the dirty slut. Throw me to the crowd. Stop dancing. This is what they want. This fucking mess is what they want. They already said it, let ‘em take it. Come and get me. Come and fucking get me.[/i] Her cock was part of the dance now, bobbing and dancing and dripping all over the place. The whole stage would have to be sanitized, some part of her that was still sane thought, but at that moment, it was beyond her care. It was one more piece of evidence of how much of a bitch-slut she was. Nothing good, nothing that deserved that sort of kindly attention or anything but the hardest use. [i]Take me, take me, take me take me take me –[/i] CRASH! The door falling off its hinges finally broke her from her fever-dance. She and Kaulana stopped in their tracks, their eyes fixed at the top of the stairs as something big and metallic dunked under the doorframe. The formerly impenetrable door kept flipping down the stairs, clanging away until it finally came to a halt at the bottom step. It was quiet. Sarina realized that she could hear her panting, even her own heartbeat, because nobody said a word. Oleksiy and some of the other Sinning Saints turned more casually to stare at the doorway, cocking their heads to the side. She wished she had their confidence. “Well, well, well. So this-this is what you’ve been hiding behind that door-door,” a chittering voice said from within the hunk of metal. “Small, but nice-nice. Gonna make it mine, heh.” “Excuse me, but – excuse me.” Just like that, all eyes went from the talking metal block to the great horned owl stepping out from behind the bar. His beak and most of his lower face was hidden behind a puffed-up fluff of feathers; the same thing always happened when Notah was all worked up, and the sight of it now sent a shiver down Sarina’s spine. It was like a bucket of cold water against all the arousal that she had been feeling. [i]Oh, no…no, no, no, don’t do something stupid…[/i] “Excuse me,” Notah said, the owl stepping between the central catwalk and the bottom of the stairs as the metal intruder stepped inside – [i]More of them?[/i] Sarina bit off a whimper as three, six, ten more metal objects stepped through the door. As they descended, they grew a little clearer as the lights illuminated them properly. It was like looking at a bunch of people in thick armor, ramshackle and slammed together with welding rods set to their max, folding them around people rather than being shaped like proper suits. Despite the crudity, Sarina could only imagine how much damage that could take. Even the smallest of them looked like they’d be the ones still standing after a car came rushing through; the big guy at the front looked positively massive, almost as tall as Giles, and three times as thick. “Excuse me,” Notah said as the leader reached the bottom step. “I don’t mean to be rude, but that was a very expensive door. And more to the point, these are very delicate performers. It’s a [i]very[/i] hard job that they’re doing, and while I’d love to give you seats –” “Our place-place, now,” the chittering voice said again. “I’m sorry, but this is my place. I would be happy to find you a table – I’m sure someone will be getting up soon –” Clunk. Sarina blinked as the metal figure at the front took off his helmet. Beneath it was the head of the most emaciated, drained squirrel that she had ever seen. Bug-eyed and hissing to himself, he looked half-crazed, almost feral. “Not listening, are you? This-this place is mine now. Night-Shrieker territory.” “I – may I ask what the Night-Shriekers are?” “Mine. They are [i]mine,[/i]” the squirrel said. “The Night-Shriekers are my-my gang.” “I…see.” Another bit of movement. Barely there, but she saw Oleksiy shift from his table to the one just down from it. It happened so fast that she barely saw it. She didn’t feel any of the usual tingles of the major magics, either. She flicked her eyes back to the squirrel and her boss. Notah was wringing his hands together, but she could feel him pushing his magic out. More Perception-magic, more trying to see things, be aware of them. It was what he did all the time, and while she hated it when he was crawling around and trying to see in her head, maybe it would be enough. “Andreu –” “No name!” The squirrel growled, hissing and chittering and chomping at the air. The owl took a step back, and Sarina flicked her eyes to Kaulana. “Can you –” “No,” the otter whispered back. “Too far away. Too angry.” Not good. Sarina had heard of situations like this before. The gangs in the Dead Zone were less ‘civilized’ than the ones that ran thing sin the good parts of Docetri. They were constantly pushing for territory, with the successful ones gunning to keep what they had and the less successful ones trying to take it from them. When two came to blows, it was in the best interest of everyone else to get out of the way. [i]This is Sinning Saint territory,[/i] Sarina thought, her mind flashing from one idea to another. [i]Not enough of them here for a fight. Never tried that hard to hold it. Won’t matter. Bigger guns, bigger armor. Slaves.[/i] That squirrel gave her the chills. If he took over, then they were all doomed. No more stripping, no more job. Just girls for the gang. Just whores. The Slut would get its wish. Notah cleared his throat again. He was seriously trying to negotiate, keep people from being hurt. It wouldn’t work; Sarina already knew that. Even she could see the building fury, and once that blew, they’d all – “I can’t allow you to do anything to my employees, or the other people here,” Notah said. “Please, if we can just –” The owl must have seen it coming with all that Perception-magic. An armored fist lunged for his face faster than Sarina could track, but the bird had already dodged his head to the side. The second, however – “Ulk!” “Notah!” Kaulana’s shout was only the first as the club finally seemed to wake up to what was happening. Everyone started screaming. Customers lunged to their feet and employees threw themselves out of the line of fire as the other armored thugs lifted their gauntlets. Some built up lightning between their fingers, others the tingling power of something else, something more sinister. “Take everything! Kill any gang-gang!” the squirrel shouted. “And get the whores!” Armor clattered as the invaders rushed down the steps. Sarina stared wide-eyed as the squirrel turned his attention back to the fallen owl, lifting a metal leg to crush him. It went up, came down – And only crushed the floor. Oleksiy tossed the wheezing bird toward the hallway out of the main room, then whirled around to catch the squirrel in the teeth, knocking him back with a punch. “Not to put too fine a point on it, but I’d get running if I were you!” the brown-furred rabbit tossed over his shoulder. “Running…yeah…yeah, that’s a good idea,” Sarina said. “Kaulana? Kaulana!” She shook the shorter female. The other woman finally gasped, nodding as she came back to reality, and they ran for the back of the stage. Not fast enough. Three of the thugs were already coming for them. Two had Lightning-magic whirling between their fingers – and they had to be good with it if they weren’t electrocuting themselves already – but the third – Sarina felt the same magic that she had felt a hundred times before. More Perception-magic coming from the third one, but not the scanning sort that Notah used. This was worse. So much worse. “Here!” The dragoness shoved the otter out of the way just as the spell was let loose, and she gasped for air as the glittering wave of power hit her straight across the chest. [i]Worship…worship…worship…[/i] So far down that it could never be heard, she knew what it was. It was a compulsion, a push to see someone else as worthy of worship, obedience, lust. The dragoness hit the ground, spasming as she stared at the metal figures. None had their helmets off, none of them were anything but thugs, but – [i]Worship, worship, worship…[/i] Fall on her knees, grind her face into their metal crotches, give worship, give praise. They were her owners, they were her possessors. They deserved to own her, deserved to take her where they wanted. She would do what they asked, anything they asked. So good, so perfect, so – “Come here, slut,” one of them said, pointing at their boots. Sarina slowly rolled herself over, starting to crawl. The world faded; there was nothing as perfect as the metal suits in front of her. Nothing, nothing could match what they were. She had to obey. She had to serve. She had to worship. She was halfway to the edge of the stage when something else seized her. Pressure on her tail, toes squeezing at the tip. Sarina looked over her shoulder – “Stare at me…stare at your star…” Kaulana was more than an otter. She glowed like a literal star. The world faded again, this time focusing entirely on her. Sarina rolled over, staring at her, her mouth agape and her legs spread. She felt like she had been graced with the gift of the heavens, staring at someone that had descended from on high and was giving her with the chance to serve…to feel complete…to be given joy. “Stare at your star…and love her,” Kaulana whispered. Oh, she did. She felt such adoration and affection, such need and yearning for the small otter. She couldn’t look away; she needed…needed to stare…and serve… “You three…go away,” the otter said. “And you…run with me…” They ran from the stage as the clanging metal thugs went the other way. As soon as they were backstage, the glow started to wear off, and Sarina gasped for breath, her eyes wide as the edges of the both spells started to fade. “You okay?” the otter asked as they rounded the corner. “No…not even close…but I will be,” Sarina said. “Okay, well, that’s good. Hey, at least you know you’re wanted, eh?” “Small comfort!” They’d barely turned off the backstage and into the hallways before the lightning bolts started flying. Their own screams echoed back at them as they kept running, ducking their heads and throwing themselves around the corner. The employee hallway was half-empty. Instead of the usual bustle of employees running through, it was littered with fallen – hopefully unconscious – bodies of customers and clients. At the far end, Oleksiy held the locker room door open, waving for them to run. [i]Serve, worship, obey. Serve, worship, obey –[/i] Sarina was barely able to throw off the worst of the compulsion and keep running, her head down and her body straining against the urgent needs that the spell had left in her head. Her eyes hurt as she clenched them shut, trusting Kaulana to lead her. Their feet clicked and slapped against the linoleum below and the shouts of the Night-Shriekers chased them along. A lightning bolt zapped between her legs, the heat-sear nearly taking her balls off – CLANG! Then they were through. The door slammed shut behind them, and Kaulana let go. Sarina stumbled and slid, slamming against one of the rows of lockers in the process. She was almost thankful for the pain. It helped ease some of the compulsion that still lingered in the back of her brain. [i]Perception-magic, compulsion, affects how someone sees the world,[/i] the dragoness thought, forcing herself to grind her glasses back up her snout and into place. [i]Perception-magic, forcing me to see…see everyone else…as gods…as worthy…of obedience…worship…[/i] She knew that. She’d studied that. And it was blind luck that the caster had managed to hit her with something that was as flawed as this spell had been. It forced her to be attracted to and obey anyone that she looked at. If Kaulana hadn’t used her magic – [i]Presence-magic,[/i] Sarina thought, thankful for any distraction. [i]Presence-magic. Focused on making your ‘presence’ in the world more powerful. More potent. Harder to ignore.[/i] Wasn’t the only use for it, but it was what Kaulana used it for, and it worked. It made [i]her[/i] easier to obey than the thugs that had cast the spell on her in the first place. The dragoness curled up slowly, her hands twitching as she clenched them together. She wanted to touch herself, still. The eagerness, the heat, the utter adoration that she’d felt had pushed her so far back down into that bitch-slut state – “Are you okay?” Oleksiy. Sarina shook her head against her legs. “Compulsion?” She nodded. “Okay. Back of the locker room. Get the compulsion out of your system, then come back. It’ll help.” Unable to get to her feet, she submitted to being dragged along by the brown-furred rabbit. She had a brief glimpse of his red and gray jacket before he turned her to face the wall and walked away. There were other things going on, an assault on the door that was getting worse, and she knew that he had to focus on that. [i]Why…why…[/i] It was impossible to even finish the question. Her brain was locked on [i]service-worship-obey[/i], and if she didn’t get it out of her system, if she didn’t do something, she was going to be useless. He was right about that. But if she could get out of that… [i]Service…serve them…with a show…[/i] Way out. Bad way out. But way out. She fumbled for one of the nearby lockers. One of them – good. She got lucky on the third one, found someone’s phone, and set it up against the wall. Once the camera was rolling, her body was more obedient, moving, sliding around so that she could sit with her ass facing the camera and her hole exposed. Her cock twitched upward as she thought of it in a more fulfilling way. [i]Put on a show for owners…put on a show for their pleasure…[/i] After she licked her fingers, she plunged them into her asshole. Her hole, experienced as it was, took them with ease. She rolled her head back as she let the pleasure start taking hold, closing her eyes as she let herself enjoy the feeling of her fingers sliding past her hole, into her ass, and across her prostate. [i]Wanted to keep this separate…[/i] But Sarina the Slut was too stupid to escape from the spells…and Sarina the Student was too scared to act on her own. The latter had to come in to solve things…the former had to be there to take what was happening to them and not be afraid. [i]Just for a bit…just until the end of the night…[/i] The soft pressure of her fingers against her prostate was more than enough to encourage her cock to get hard and drip again. The idea of this being streamed to the intruders was humiliating and pleasurable in all the right ways. It wouldn’t take long to get herself off like this, and once she had… Once she had, she would be able to think…and act. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Sarina goes up for the first job of the night, and ends up going through some serious mental trauma for her pleasure. Sadly, there’s an interruption before it can go anywhere. Tags: I/solo, I/F, Fantasies, Trauma, Self-Degradation, Dark, Mind Control, Dragoness, Sarina, Strip Tease, Tape, Taped Dick, Tape Comes Off, Exhibitionism, Shame, Humiliation, Personal Problems, Squirrel, Attack, Fighting, Danger, Fingering, Strip Club, Docetri, Miniseries, Pre-Cum,