1 comments/ 18232 views/ 3 favorites Zela By: Taunus Disclaimer: This story is science fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. Zela is new to The Club. The sequence of events leading up to her becoming the property of The Club is inconsequential. What is significant is that she is beautiful and over eighteen years old. The Club exists in a world where reality coexists with behavior transforming technology. In this world each female is given a choice on her eighteenth birthday of receiving a microchip embedded in her brain and becoming a thrall or being exiled to one of the autonomous territories housing "free women." There is an uneasy truce between the territories of the emancipated women and the central government. Sometimes there are sporadic skirmishes. But that is another story. Zela made her choice and now she finds herself as the legal property of The Club. There is only one club rule: "Please the gentlemen of the club." There are no limits, no "safe words," and no disobedience. But pity the poor man who damages or degrades club property. Injury, especially maiming, can be expensive! This is Zela's first experience in the club since becoming one of the club girls. She is on the rag, having her period, today. Roto, the club owner comes to fetch her from the kennels. The "kennels" are the cages where the girls are quartered. "Remove all your clothes and put on this collar, Zela," Roto demands, "it's time to display you to the members and clients," "I can't be displayed in public," Zela complains, "it's my time of month," "That's precisely the reason for showing you off today," Roto explains. "The men want to be entertained! Fingering a bloody cunt and letting the girl lick the fingers clean is a tradition in this club. Sometimes a girl will have an orgasm while being penetrated digitally." Zela blanches with embarrassment, humiliation, and fright. "No, Master," Zela begs, "at least give me a Kotex or Tampex to cover my sex." "No way," Roto retorts, "the men want to see you in all your naked glory and your vulva a bloody mess. Now stop giving me a hard time! Get undressed and put on this collar." Zela slowly removes her clothes and folds them. She fastens the collar about her neck and hears the metal-on-metal "click." That metallic click is the sound of final submission. Roto clips a leash to Zela's collar and leads her to the main club area. There is a crowd, but much smaller than usual. Recently several supporting members left, taking their girls with them; one very popular girl was taken by "strong arm." Roto is hoping that the introduction of a barely-legal tyro can pick up business. Roto leads Zela through the patrons and to the stage; she is crimson with embarrassment. She tries to shield her tits and pussy from lecherous, lustful, licentious eyes. She is having little luck. Streaks of menstrual fluid are smeared on her hypogastric triangle and between her creamy, inner thighs. She has a three-day growth of pubic hair, saturated with her issue. "Gentlemen and thralls," Roto announces, "this shy neophyte makes her first appearance tonight. I know that you will give her a warm welcome. Remember The Club tradition! As she is led by each table, you are invited to finger her juicy Holy of Holies. Now she has to make herself ready." Roto pulls out a large butt plug and shows it to the audience. He hands it to Zela. She is, in a word, "horrified!" Her eyes widen at the size of the device. "Moisten it with saliva, girl, and insert it into your rectum. Only the collar flange should be visible," Roto demands. He points out large monitor screens. "For your viewing pleasure this girl's vital signs and other measurable biological activities are displayed. These are a direct feed from the indwelling butt plug. She can neither fake nor conceal her orgasm. A still pic is taken when she climaxes. Each girl's orgasm face is on display in The Club. She has no expectation of privacy." Zela, to Roto's enjoyment, is experiencing extreme difficulty inserting the over-sized butt plug. The fact that her Glory of Glories is tiny adds to her frustration and humiliation. Finally, exhausted from trying to insert the butt plug, she begs Roto for help. He summons Aeon, the new first girl. Aeon is able to calm Zela and get her to relax enough to permit penetration. Roto demonstrates to the audience: he gathers up some viscous, partially dried secretions with his nicotine-yellowed fingers and pushes filthy fingers into her sweet mouth. She retches but has nothing to throw up in her stomach. Roto gives the leash to Aeon. "Cuff her hands behind her back girl," Roto orders. Aeon hand cuffs Zela as requested. Aeon leads Zela to the rear of the room and moves forward. Those seated further from the stage have less expensive memberships or are visiting clientèle. The front-and-center table seats Master Boot and Faustus. Master Boot has a reputation of violence; the gnarled, crusty curmudgeon Faustus is a member emeritus. As Aeon and Zela move from table to table a spotlight follows them and the scene is projected above on the view screens. Some masters pass and others just take a "quick dip." Two masters ask for induced "full arousal" from her embedded microchip. Zela can not staunch nor stifle the arousal, but she is able to overcome the desire and urge to cum. The last master before Master Boot's table asks for Roto to induce multi-orgasms for five minutes. Roto says that five minutes is too long for the audience's attention span. He reduces it to two minutes. At long last they reach Master Boot and Faustus's table, Faustus is concerned with some vague mathematics that few appreciate and none can use. He is mentally doing the math on lower semi-continuous functions. He is unable to write on a blackboard due to Parkinson's disease. When Aeon offers him Zela, he passes, but not Master Boot. Zela has a very small vagina. Master Boot intends to change that, demanding a speculum. There is a murmur in the audience. A speculum is fetched and Master Boot forces it into Zela. The girl screams in pain. Master Boot demands that she suffer full arousal and climax from her embedded transducer. For two agonizing minutes he stretches her. She bleeds. Roto is angry. Yet he, like everyone else in the club, fears Master Boot. Back in the kennels the two girls chat. "Why did that man hurt me so?" Zela asks Aeon. "He is no gentleman. He is a cruel sadist. Why doesn't Master Roto ban him from The Club?" "Shh," Aeon cautions Zela. "I know him from the Internet Cybersex Prison." "P... prison," stammers Zela. "Yes, prison," responds Aeon. "He used to take this girl to a private room and torture her. He knows how to inflict pain without leaving a visible mark. He does have one special logo that he enjoys." Aeon lies on her back and spreads her legs, knees to her breasts. Her vulva, perineum, and anus are visible. Tattooed between her anus and vulva, on her perineum, is a tiny infinity sign, a lemniscate. "A girl with such a symbol has survived a battle of wills," Aeon tells Zela. "What did you do?" asks Zela. "Aeon endured one hundred strokes without crying out." Aeon relates. "Fifty to my bare bottom with a cane, twenty to my back and shoulders with a leather belt, twenty to my breasts with a riding crop, and ten to my pussy with a paddle." Aeon matter-of-factly recounts. "He let me cry out on the pussy strokes. That was a kind gesture." "Kind?" Zela repeats. Aeon grins and concludes: "Since we lost Sandra maybe you earn a tattoo as well." --- Time passes and Zela becomes used to serving men: hot & cold beverages; on stage dancing; sex oral, anal, vaginal; enduring various standard BDSM devices; and, bondage. She is young and toned, having been raised in a rural environment. One day Master Boot summons Zela to an alcove for a private session. "What has Aeon told you about me?" Master Boot inquires. "Not much, Master," Zela responds. "Did she show you her tattoo?" Master Boot asks. "D you mean the infinity sign on her hidden veranda?" Zela answers a question with a question. "Yes, but we call it a 'lazy eight,' like a cattle brand," Master Boot answers. "Men like foreplay. They like young girls with toned, flawless, blemish-free physiques. They enjoy abusing girls as well, but not some bruised and unsightly mess of a girl," Master Boot delineates. Zela looks confused. "I want your attention,girl," Master Boot says. "And I have the perfect device." Master Boot holds up a stiff plastic toothbrush. He pulls it back and releases it with a "twang." "Undress completely and sit on the table, Zela," Master Boot commands. Zela hastens to obey. "Now, seize those breasts by pinching the nipples between thumbs and forefingers, lift both bare breasts up, pulling them to expose their undersides," Master Boot directs. Zela complies, wondering what will happen next. "I will use the toothbrush to strike at the underside base of the teat, of each teat, fifty times. This will bruise the inside of the breast, maybe even making it a whole cup size larger," Master Boot explains. "It will not appear damaged, but foreplay will be an extreme challenge." He pulls the toothbrush and allows it to strike. "Ow!" shrieks Zela and lets go of her teats. Master Boot slaps Zela's face hard. "hold position!" He orders. She begs as she complies: "It is too painful, Master!" Master Boot frowns. Zela knows that he is angry and is silent. After a minute's delay, Master Boot begins the striking in earnest. Zela twists and writhes in pain and agony. Having finished with one breast, Master Boot delivers strokes to the underside base of the other. Zela is crying. Then Master Boot orders Zela to lie on her back, bring her knees to her breasts and fully expose her crotch---vulva, perineum, and anus. Zela realizes that Master Boot is going to pommel and pound her perineum. And he does with fifty strokes of the toothbrush. "Vaginal and anal sex will be a challenge for you, Zela," Master Boot declares. "When you get all healed up, we will repeat this private session." After the session, Zela runs into Aeon. They chat. Aeon tells Zela that to avoid the toothbrush that Zela become one of Master Boot's "lazy eight" girls. She would have to request one hundred strokes from Master Boot. 6 September 2014