1 comments/ 14779 views/ 8 favorites Club Pericol Ch. 01 By: ClarenceDarrow "Carly, I got one!" Petra gushed, rushing into the dorm room they shared. "Got one what?" Carly replied. She was half asleep, recovering from her last college final of the year, which marked the end of her one year study abroad program in Bucharest. "A free ticket to Club Pericol," Petra exclaimed. "We've talked about it endlessly, and they are having a recruitment party tonight." "Well have fun," Carly responded. "I know how you love those bondage parties." Carly and Petra had often talked about the club. Petra had attended a few of their recruitment parties that were held every three or four months. It was the only time the private club was open to the public and Petra had extolled the exciting experiences she had at the club. You were never sure whether you would be cast as a master or slave for the night. Petra had experience at both and was equally excited at both options. "I can't go," Petra explained. "I have a job interview this evening. So the ticket is yours. You know how expensive these are normally." "I don't think so," Carly balked, even though Petra's stories did sound erotically fun and exciting. "Nonsense," Petra said sternly. "You return to California next week and you can't leave Romania without experiencing one of our best kept secrets. You would regret missing out on this for the rest of your life." Carly knew Petra was right. They had talked about the club at length and it did sound exciting. The thought of leading another person around by a leash and ordering them about was exciting to Carly. She had even researched it a little on the Internet, and it really got her off. But she dreaded the thought of being a submissive, obeying a stranger's commands for the entire night. The club had limits and protections in place, so there was really no risk of doing anything beyond your limits. Besides, she was heading home to America in a few days and would never see any of these people ever again. But the submissive role still scared her away. "I just can't see myself playing a slave, even for a night," Carly insisted, after serious consideration. "Well, because I like you, and really want you to experience the club," Petra started, "I will give you a clue. The part of the club I will send you to has fifty-fifty odds whether you end up as a dominant or slave. If you really want to control your destiny, I can make sure you get to play master for the night." "I don't know, Petra," Carly replied, without conviction. Petra's promise made the club sound that much more enticing. "I won't take no for an answer," Petra replied, knowing she had convinced her roommate of the past year to take the plunge. "Let's go pick out something awesome for you to wear." Carly rolled her eyes. "What did I get myself into?" she said, following her roommate into her bedroom. *** "You just don't have the right outfit," Petra complained, looking for something sexy to show off Carly's 5-foot 3-inch frame, perfect ass, C cup breasts, and jet black hair. "Wait here." "There's nothing wrong with my clothes," Carly protested, as Petra ran out of the room. "Here, you're my size," Petra stated, returning to the room with one of her own outfits. "No matter what, you have to be the sexiest female in the club tonight. You will be the hottest dom in the club." Carly held up the black mini skirt and black lace top. "You can see right through this top," Carly exclaimed, embarrassed just to be holding the outfit. "You'll have a bra on underneath," comforted Petra. "Don't worry." Carly looked at the tiny bra and virtually nonexistent g-string. "This will barely cover my nipples," she stated, her face turning red at the thought of wearing such items. "You'll look great," Petra insisted. "The bra will highlight your cleavage, while the g-string will barely be visible." Petra gave Carly a supportive hug and knew she had won the argument. "You have to make me one promise though," said Petra. "What's that?" Carly replied. "This is your one trip to this club and you have to take in the entire experience," Petra warned. "No chickening out. You have to let yourself go. You will always regret it if you don't go all out tonight. You have to completely buy into the role play to get the most out of the experience." Carly rolled her eyes again. "Okay," she sighed. "What am I getting myself into?" she added with a laugh, glad she didn't have to worry about someone else being in control of her at the club. Carly couldn't see Petra in that role either, despite the stories Petra had told her. "Come on, let's get you ready," Petra said, determined to send Carly off looking just right. *** "You look fantastic," Petra said honestly. "That dress shows off your sexy legs perfectly. And I love your cleavage. What slave wouldn't want to worship you tonight?" "Are you sure about this?" Carly questioned. "I am getting nervous about going to the club alone." "Don't worry," Petra reassured her friend. "When you get there the club will have you sign an agreement that will protect you from anything bad happening. They take care of everything. I can usually only get one free ticket and have to go alone. I've never had any problems, as a master or as a slave." "Okay," Carly replied, tentatively. "Now once you get in, you'll see a few different stations," Petra explained to the rookie. "Don't bother with those, as they're kind of boring. The fun is in the slave drawing. You'll see the guests who have either volunteered to be a slave for the night, or have lost in the drawing and have been assigned the slave role. Pick which of the slave candidates you want to own for the night, draw a black marble out of the box, and they are yours. Draw a white marble, and you will join the slaves on stage until someone picks a black marble and picks you." "God, this makes me nervous," Carly stammered. "This is what you need to remember," Petra started, " The black marbles are ever so slightly larger than the white. When I drew, I just took my chances because it is equally as fun to be a dom as it is to be a sub. But if you want to control your destiny, draw the larger marble. If you want to live dangerously, just pick the first marble you grab." "Oh, trust me," Carly said, with a small sigh of relief, "I will be drawing the larger, black marble tonight." "Come on, we need to go," Petra said. "I'll drop you off on the way to my interview. Just call me when you are done and I will pick you up." "Alright," Carly replied. Her heart was beating quickly and her mind was racing. She realized the thought of dominating another person at the club activated an unknown craving within her, and now that the time was at hand, she was more excited than ever. *** Carly signed the waiver as she entered the club and was surprised at its length. She guessed it covered everything so both she and the club would be protected under any circumstance. She knew the agreement provided protections for slaves so things wouldn't get out of hand, and she wasn't concerned since she would be playing the role of master. Carly checked her purse and phone and went in. The club wasn't crowded, but there were several people arriving. Some stopped to try out some of the dungeon apparatus that were on display, such as the pillory or the rack. But remembering Petra's advice, Carly moved on looking for the slave drawing. It didn't take long to find the object of her search. On stage were five people; two men and three women. Their hands were in handcuffs that were attached to hooks above their heads. Around their necks were collars with leashes attached, presumably ready for a drawing winner to use to lead them to one of the play rooms that were available. Seeing these people on display for her to choose from made Carly's heart race with excitement. One of the men was older, but the other was about her age. She imagined him on his knees, stripped to his underwear, kissing her feet. Then she looked at the women. Two of them were younger, and she thought they might be easier to dominate for her first time than a man. She narrowed her choices down to the boy or a petite, blonde girl with small tits. She decided to pick the marble and get a closer look before deciding which slave to pick. "Would you like to give the game a try, miss?" the man running the station asked, as if he were a carnie at the fair peddling trips through the house of mirrors. "I was told this is the place to be," Carly replied. "You got some good advice," he replied, presenting Carly with a wooden box with a covered opening. "Just reach in and select your fate for the night. a fifty-fifty proposition. Black and it's your choice. White and you get to join these slaves on stage." Carly didn't mention that Petra had given her a secret on how to select a black marble. "Here goes nothing," she said, sticking her hand confidently into the box, and feeling around for a black marble. Shit, they all feel the same, Carly thought to herself as she felt the marbles over and over. "Any day now," the man said, growing impatient at Carly's inability to pick a marble. Carly felt a hot flash, and a few beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, as she fumbled around in the box. She came across a marble that seemed like it might be a bit bigger than the others, and wrapped her hand around it. With a deep breath she pulled her hand out of the box and looked at her fist. "Well, let's see what the game has in store for you tonight," the carnie ordered. Carly slowly peeled her fingers back exposing the marble of her fate... White. Almost instantly, the man slapped a handcuff on the hand holding the marble. He took the marble from her and locked her other wrist in the cuffs, then led her on stage where the cuffs were attached above Carly's head. He then fitted her with a collar and leash, completing her transformation to slave for the night. "Damn you, Petra," Carly whispered under her breath, now regretting the outfit she had let Petra talk her into. The revealing top felt much more revealing now that she was on display on stage. She also was fairly certain that her miniscule g-string would be overtly displayed before the end of the night. Two other slaves were soon selected by people drawing black balls out of the box. Carly began to accept her fate and remembered that Petra had enjoyed her experiences as a slave at the club. Despite her discomfort, Carly resolved to make the best of the night, and make it an experience to remember when she returned home to California. *** He stepped up confidently to the box, reached in, and pulled out a black marble. "Please don't pick me," Carly prayed, in a whisper. The man was very distinguished looking, but old enough to be her father. He nodded toward Carly, and her handcuffs were soon being removed. Carly's heart was racing a million miles a minute as the man approached her on stage. "What is your name?" he asked her. "Carly," she replied, simply. "Not anymore," announced the man. "You will from now on be referred to simply as slave. My name is Anton, but you may not use it. You shall refer to me as Master. Understood?" "Yes, Master," Carly replied, hesitantly. "Good," Anton replied, with a smile. He led her off the stage by her leash and looked her in the eye. "You seem nervous. Is this your first time here?" "Yes, Master," answered Carly. "It is my first time here, and I am very nervous." Anton smiled and said, "Then let's start out slow and get to know you a bit. Would you like a drink?" "Yes, Master," Carly confirmed. "I would like that a lot." After getting himself a martini and Carly a white wine, Anton led his new slave to a table in the bar area. He sat in a soft chair and guided Carly to kneel at his feet with her glass of wine. "So tell me a bit about you, slave," Anton inquired, looking to soothe her nerves. "Well, I am from Sacramento, California and 21 years old," Carly started. She continued to tell him of her year in Bucharest as an exchange student at the University, her roommate Petra who told her about the club, how Petra had convinced her to come to the club and let loose before returning home next week, and how her plan to play master for the night had fallen apart. "Well we certainly want you to have a fun night before you return home," laughed Anton. "And you are in luck. The upstairs area is rarely used, with the exception of these recruitment nights when the public is invited in. So the accommodations up here are minimal. But I am a full member of the club. Therefore, I have the ability to take you down to the main club area, where you will have much more fun. Does that interest my slave?" Anton had put Carly at ease and she was feeling excited at the prospects of submitting to this gentleman. "Yes, Master," she replied. Anton led Carly to the elevator that led to the main club. "Before we go down, the main club does have a rule about the attire of slaves," Anton began to explain. "No outerwear allowed. You will have to leave your shirt and skirt here. Don't worry, they will put it with your checked items, so they will be available when you leave." Carly's eyes got big and she looked down at the clothes she didn't want to remove. Damn that Petra...why didn't she let her wear underwear that at least covered her a bit more. "Stand before me, slave, and lift your arms," her Master commanded. Carly shrunk at the force of the order. There was no turning back now. "Yes, Master," she responded, lifting her arms before her Master. Anton pulled the see through top off her head, and threaded the leash out of the garment. He followed by unhooking the mini skirt, letting it slide down to the floor. "Much more appropriate for a slave of mine," he said approvingly, admiring the beautiful dark haired American girl who was submitting to him. Carly suddenly felt very cold and exposed, but was soon on the elevator heading down to her next surprise. "We will start in a nice private play room," Anton stated, leading the girl in by her leash. "Yes, Master," Carly replied, as if she had a choice, as her Master began to take charge. Carly's pulse once again climbed, and she found herself anxious to get started. The play room had hundreds of sex toys and devices hanging on the walls. Carly was amazed and overwhelmed by what she saw. Anton placed leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, then bent her over, connecting her wrists to her ankles. Anton chose a riding crop for Carly's first experience. "We will start with a good spanking for my little slave," Anton informed his exposed subject. "After every blow, you will give the number of the blow, and add thank you Master, may I have another. You will receive sixty strikes. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir... er Master," Carly said, somewhat flustered. Her ass was exposed and she couldn't defend it. She was both afraid and excited about the unknown beating about to occur. Anton expertly struck the girl with a sound blow of the crop, but not so hard as to do any real damage. "One, thank you Master, may I have another?" Carly recited obediently. Anton continued to apply just the right force through the sixty blows. When finished, Carly's ass was bright red and burned deeply. But Carly also noticed that the burn went deeper, right into her now wet pussy. She was embarrassed that she had enjoyed a spanking like that, and was actually feeling a bit thankful that she had chosen the white marble. Petra was right and playing the role of slave was turning her on. "Thank you, Master," Carly sighed, expressing her sincere gratitude to her Master. "I think my slave needs a little attention to her front side now," Anton stated, sternly. He led Carly to where an X frame stood, and strapped her wrists and ankles to the frame. Carly stood with her arms and legs spread, totally exposed and vulnerable. Her breathing was deep, exposing the excitement she felt for what was coming. But what came next was not at all what she expected. Anton, standing behind the cross, reached up and unhooked Carly's bra, pulling the garment up behind her head and exposing her tits. Carly had drawn the line at real nudity before coming to the club, and panicked when her bra was pulled away. "Master, I would prefer to leave my bra on," Carly said, trying to enforce her limits. "I don't think that is up to the slave," Anton responded, with a bit of anger in his voice. "Master, I believe the club ensures that the slave can make that decision," Carly replied, this time with more force. Anton faced his bound slave, the unhappiness clear in his expression. "I believe the slave should be more familiar with the rules before she comes to this type of club," he retorted. "The rule you refer to allows slaves to limit the state of dress upstairs only. You lost that control when you stepped on the elevator." Carly began to panic for real. Her C cups were on full display, jiggling as she struggled with her bonds, hoping futilely that she could free an arm or leg. "But Master," she said, trying to formulate an argument as Anton walked back behind the cross. "I was not informed of that fact and I feel very strongly tha..." Her argument was cut off mid-syllable by the ball gag that Anton shoved into her unsuspecting mouth. "I have heard quite enough from my disobedient slave," Anton admonished his captive. "It is time for more punishment for this bad girl." With that, Anton took a cat o' nine tails to Carly's exposed breasts, focusing on her sensitive nipples. Carly was horrified that her boobs were exposed and subject to the whipping. But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel sexually stimulated. Her pussy moistened and tingled as her nipples were whipped to a rock hard state. She didn't expect her body to react like this to her submissive role. "It seems my slave's verbal complaint has been betrayed by her body's reaction," Anton said, reaching between Carly's legs where her tiny g-string was soaking wet. "I think we will keep those nipples nice and hard for a while," he commented, as he grabbed a pair of nipple clamps and placed them on Carly's protruding nipples. Carly had to admit that she enjoyed being exposed and whipped. Her Master's manipulation of her nipples and the pain from the clips was actually enjoyable. She was beginning to realize that she had a real submissive streak in her. But she had a real fear of what other limits might not be honored at the club. She needed to convince Anton to take her back upstairs where she was safe, but with the gag in her mouth, she couldn't even try to reason with him. "I need a drink," Anton announced. "And I think my shy little slave needs to have her cute little body put on display for the enjoyment of the other members." Carly could only shake her head no, which Anton completely ignored. She was released from the cross, her bra removed from her arms and tossed aside, and her elbows pulled tightly behind her back where they were firmly tied along with her wrists. Carly now stood nearly naked, her last remaining article of clothing covering not much more than her pussy lips. Her bound arms forced her bare tits to stick out, decorated by nothing more than a pair of nipple clamps. She was about to be exposed in public in this very state, and there was nothing she could do about it. Despite the sexual excitement, Carly was regretting allowing herself to get into this situation. Carly was led into the Club's downstairs bar, which was packed with patrons, who all seemed to turn and stare at her exposed body when her Master led her in on her leash. Carly could feel her face turning bright crimson in response. Anton spoke briefly to a man, and led Carly over to the side, where another slave knelt totally naked, bound and gagged on the floor. Carly recognized her as the blonde girl she had considered picking as her slave, had she picked a black marble. Carly was pulled to her knees, where she knelt next to her fellow slave. Club Pericol Ch. 01 "I am going to have a drink with Victor," her Master informed her. "Kneel here with his slave." Carly looked at the blonde girl, but communication was limited. The two girls moaned and made eye contact, but that was the extent of what the gagged, bound slaves could accomplish. Still, Carly got the impression that the girl was in over her head as well. Suddenly Carly noticed that Anton stood before them. "Did I say you could look at each other?" Anton snapped. "Stand up, slave," he commanded to Carly. Carly struggled to her feet , and stood before her Master, who was not nearly as benevolent as she had first thought. Anton reached down and yanked Carly's g-string down her legs. "She yelped into her gag as he told her, "It's not right that you be clothed, while your fellow slave is naked. Now kneel back down, and both of you get your knees apart. I want your pussies on display for the club members' entertainment." As Anton rejoined Victor at the bar, Carly knelt completely exposed to anyone who wanted to look. The situation was degrading. Sure, as Petra had told her, she would never see these people again after tonight. But that didn't help much, as she never intended for the night to get to this point. The situation just kept getting worse as a girl about their age approached the two kneeling slaves, reaching down to rub their boobs. "Oh aren't these nice," the girl commented. "Little cute ones and nice soft ones. I should have gone upstairs to get myself a toy tonight." She winked as she walked away, once again leaving the girls on display. After what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only about twenty minutes, Anton and Victor sauntered over to where their slaves were kneeling. "We have decided to swap slaves for a few minutes and give you girls a good fucking," Victor announced, as he reached down to help Carly to her feet. "Yes, we thought that would make the night memorable for the two of you," added Anton, laughing at the vulnerable slaves. The girls were taken to the side and bent over a table, with the two Masters getting behind them, and undoing their pants. Carly was desperate to stop this assault. This was rape, not a game. She struggled and grunted loudly through the gag, as did her blonde fellow captive. The two men were undeterred, however, and preparing to begin the assault when a female voice broke the moment. "Are you sure they are willing participants?" asked the voice, that belonged to the young girl who moments before had stopped to fondle the girls. "I want to hear verification from them before you guys continue." Anton, knowing the rules of the club acquiesced and removed Carly's gag, with Victor doing the same for the blonde. Immediately both girls spoke up, pleading with the girl to help them stop the assault. "Whoa, girls," the girl said. "Sabina is here to help you. Now it is correct that certain limits are not enforceable in this part of the club. However, if you have had enough you can opt out of your agreement with the club, and put an end to your evening. Do you want to do that?" "Yes," both girls said in unison. "Well, I am your savior then," Sabina bragged. "I will take you over so you can sign a release. Don't worry. I will take care of you". I can't believe you guys didn't tell them they had that option," Sabina rebuked Victor and Anton. "Hell, I thought they were enjoying it all," Anton said, dejectedly, as he and Victor walked back to the bar for another drink. Sabina removed Carly's nipple clamps and grabbed their two leashes. "Come on, let's get you out of your agreement. Now to explain the rules, you need to stay bound until we get you back upstairs. I can only untie you long enough to sign the release. I hope you understand." "Oh, thank you," Carly gushed. "It was all getting so far out of control. Staying bound for a few more minutes is nothing." Sabina sat down with the girls in the club office and untied Carly's arms so she could sign the club release. "This will end your contract with the club," Sabina explained. Carly quickly signed, and read a recorded disclaimer that was required by the club, "I, Carly Williams, being of sound mind and body, agree that of my own free will I release Club Pericol from the protection agreement." "Perfect," Sabina said, as she began to retie Carly's arms as the other girl repeated the waiver process. "I, Linnea Eklund, being of sound mind and body, agree that of my own free will I release Club Pericol from the protection agreement." "Great, we are on our way," Sabina said, grinning at helping the girls revoke the club protectorate. *** Five minutes later, Sabina led the two girls out of the office, both retied and regagged. Carly was immensely relieved, and anxious to get back upstairs where she could call Petra to pick her up. She had enjoyed the experience, but the last part had been far too intense for her. Linnea was clearly relieved as well. "I do love it when my dad let's me help with acquisitions," Sabina gleefully exclaimed. "Did you girls realize that your original waiver that you signed earlier would have allowed you to leave the club an hour ago if you had used your safe word? No, of course not. You never would have signed a new agreement if you had read the original agreement, and realized you had a safe word." The girls stared at Sabina with confused looks. Carly wondered where those comments had come from. "Are you girls confused?" Sabina laughed. "And maybe a bit stupid, too. Don't you think you should read a contract before you sign it, particularly when there is a corresponding recorded verbal affirmation involved." Carly had a sinking feeling in her stomach. Something wasn't right. What had she just signed? The new contract eliminates all protections that were provided by the club, including the safe word. Instead, the two of you have signed a seven year indentured servitude contract with your Master. In exchange for their training, room and board, you have agreed to work for them exclusively for the set time period." The two girls continued to stare at Sabina, confused about exactly what she was saying. Sabina rolled her eyes. "Let me dumb it down for you bimbos," Sabina said sarcastically. "The two of you signed yourselves over to be sex slaves for the next seven years." Carly and Linnea shook their heads and grunted at Sabina's farfetched comments. Was she joking in an attempt to be mean, or did she really think she was serious? "I can tell you don't fully understand the situation yet," Sabina continued. "Anton is my father, and sometimes he lets me help manipulate slaves into signing one of these contracts. He usually works alone, but tonight I got to help. Great fun it is, and I think I am quite good at it. See he owns a resort, really a bordello, in the Carpathian Mountains and caters to tourists including visitors to the nearby Black Sea Resorts. For a fee he provides transportation to and from the resort, and full use of a slave, which is where you come in Carly. The Russian and Arab men love American girls, and you will be a very popular slave." Carly was getting worried now. The story sounded ridiculous, but Sabina was selling it as fact far too well. "Sure, we could get plenty of Romanian girls to staff the business, but they are not nearly as popular as Western girls," Sabina continued to explain. "The government is poor, and my father's 'taxes' keep investigators out of the way. The contract you signed is also ironclad under Romanian law, so even if your families find out what happened to you, an expensive Western lawyer can't come into the country and save your ass at this point. Yes, Carly, you belong to us for the next seven years." "I don't know the details of Victor's business," Sabina told Linnea. "But you can count on pretty much the same future. I'm sure he will fill you in on the details later tonight." The blonde protested through her gag, but was just as ineffective as Carly had been. "We've had key loggers on your computers, so we have your passwords," Sabina continued with more bad news. "We will email your families tomorrow pretending to be you, telling them of the great job opportunity that will keep you in Romania a bit longer than expected." Carly was shocked by the admission that her pc had been hacked. "You look surprised," Sabina mocked. "Yes, we knew you were both coming to the club tonight, and were waiting for you. The two of you were guaranteed to draw white marbles, and your Masters were guaranteed to draw black marbles. There are a few others that were targeted by various members tonight for capture, so don't feel too alone. While some targets are smart enough to avoid signing the servitude contracts, most fall for the ploy and sign themselves over." It was finally sinking in for the girls that what Sabina was saying was true. They were in big trouble. "Come on," Sabina said, pulling on the leashes. "Let's go give daddy and Victor the good news." *** As the newly contracted slaves reentered the bar, Anton and Victor smiled as they saw the contracts Sabina held in her hand. "Here you are, gentleman," Sabina said, triumphantly. "These whores are now officially your property for seven years." "Great job, darling," Anton said, to his daughter. "Can I stay and have fun with her, daddy?" Sabina asked her father. "No, you know I don't like you hanging around the club any more than necessary," Anton replied, to the chagrin of his daughter. "I don't know why I let you help here at all." "Because you love me, daddy," Sabina responded, kissing her father on the cheek. "Please, can I stay?" "No," Anton said firmly. "I will see you at home later." Sabina rolled her eyes and headed toward the door, pausing at the edge of the bar to see her father and Victor return to their positions behind the two new slaves. This time there was nothing to stop them from giving Carly and Linnea a good 'welcome to the business' fucking. Sabina had a good feeling, knowing that she had helped secure an asset for the family business, along with helping a family friend with his business. She knew she would get rewarded someday for her good deed. *** Carly could barely think straight. As Victor dropped his pants behind her waiting pussy, she knew that her life had collapsed. There was no more concern over what her limits were or what club rules would allow. No, Anton had just given her body to Victor, in exchange for Linnea's body, which apparently he could legally do thanks to her stupidity. She'd been conned, and as a result Victor's hand kneaded her ass while his other hand mauled her breast. She felt his hard dick brush against the bottom of her ass. There was no question whether it could or should occur, it was just her new way of life. Her opinion no longer mattered. But why was her pussy dripping wet? She didn't want any of this, but her body was contradicting her mind. As Victor's hard dick slipped into her unprotected cunt, every fiber of Carly's mind wanted the assault to stop, while every sensitive inch of her violated pussy reacted lustfully to the stimulation. Linnea lay bent over the table, while Anton pounded her pussy, as Victor was doing to Carly. She looked into Carly's eyes as the two of them lay at the mercy of their attackers, and could sense that Carly's body was betraying her just as Linnea's body was defying Linnea's best efforts. Linnea could feel the orgasm rising in her loins, and could do nothing to suppress it. Carly watched her fellow captive's eyes roll back and her breathing deepen, and knew that her own orgasm was mere seconds away. Their new Masters had just triggered a humiliating reaction from each of the helpless slaves. Anton and Victor looked at each other and smiled, as the assault on their newly acquired slaves continued. The orgasms being elicited from the girls were a telltale sign that they had picked their victims well. The girls were easily manipulated into attending the club's event, easily manipulated into becoming volunteer slaves, easily manipulated into getting in over their heads, and easily manipulated into signing a rigged contract. They were so submissive in nature that their bodies embraced this ultimate assault, despite what their minds may be thinking. Yes, this was the type of girl that would make a good sex slave for seven years without excessive complaint or problem. They had once again identified the perfect personality type to ensure the success of their business plan. As Anton led Carly out of the bar to start her new life, she saw the boy from stage being led in by a large man. The boy was naked, his genitals tied in what looked like a painful fashion. She wanted to warn him about the contract, but could do nothing in her bound and gagged state. She knew, from the scared look in his eyes, that he would soon find himself, like her, in contractual hell. *** Petra checked her voice mail. The call had come in the middle of the night while she slept. "The target has been obtained. Have all her belongings packed and ready for pickup by 2 pm. Your bank account will be credited on Tuesday afternoon. Until next time, thank you." Petra smiled and planned a celebration of her most recent financial windfall. In Romania, it would be enough to live comfortably for at least a year. She would await word on who would be her next best friend and/or roommate. All in all, she had a very lucrative career for a mere college student. Club Pericol Ch. 02 This second story about Club Pericol is longer than the first. It will be published in two parts, chapters 2 and 3. This chapter is just the set up for the story, and may not meet some reader's expected level of "activity." It does set up the next installment, which will be available very soon. Just didn't want anyone to be disappointed by the lack of action without being warned. *** Anton was very interested. Business was booming and he needed girls for his resort in the Carpathians. Carly had been immensely popular since she started a month ago, and he was looking for more American slaves. His source at the University told him about three girls, all just 19 years old, from the state of Utah, which was located in the western part of the US. They had played soccer for the University in the fall, recruited through the foreign exchange student program. They were talented athletes and fine physical specimens, and had helped the University's team to great success in the fall league. But what got Anton's attention was the submissive tendencies that the girls themselves probably didn't recognize. They had been convinced to come to Bucharest by their US club soccer coach, who had been paid a small sum to convince them that playing in Romania was better than playing for a college team in the US. They had been excellent team players, taking direction and reprimand from the coach without question. Finally, they had a sheltered upbringing in a conservative part of the US, and had recently been revolting by attending campus parties together since soccer season had ended. Early reports pointed toward the type of girl Anton targeted in his business plan. The girls would be returning home in a little over two months, once their second semester of school ended, so time was of the essence. Convincing one girl to attend the club and sign an indentured servitude contract was a challenge. Pulling off the feat with three friends would be a real coup. Anton would have to rely on his best recruiter to pull this one off. *** Petra got word that business was booming and more girls were needed. She was given the names of three American friends. "Are they crazy?" Petra said to herself, as she read the anonymous email. She didn't know exactly who she worked for, but she always got paid. That was all she cared about. She hadn't even been to the club, and didn't know exactly how the girls were acquired there. But she knew enough to entrap her prey. She read for the details on her assigned targets... Brittin Danner, 5-foot 9-inches, 142 pounds, long blonde hair, C cup breasts, studying European culture and languages, 2.6 GPA, the self imposed leader of the three friends, outgoing, strong, athletic, has one younger sister Paige Hunter, 5-foot 7-inches, 134 pounds, long light brown hair, B cup breasts, studying sociology, 4.0 GPA, introvert, smartest girl of the three friends, not as athletic but uses her intelligence to make up for it, very religious, tends to follow the lead of her friends, middle child with two brothers Cami Blake, 5-foot 5-inches, 119 pounds, short dark hair, C cup breasts, studying political science, 2.6 GPA, petite body, tomboy personality, very adventurous, risk taker, has been instrumental in the trio attending recent campus parties, one older sister Petra, read the limited details, and noted that she had less than two months before the Club Pericol open house to gain the confidence of her soon to be best friends. She would do some checking on her own, but it appeared that her best option was to use a friendship with Brittin to get to Cami. She would try to manipulate Cami to steer the group as needed. The wild card was Paige. Paige was obviously intelligent, but it was not clear whether that included common sense. She would have to figure that out to prevent her smarts from throwing up a road block to the plan. *** A week later, Petra walked into an off campus party being thrown by, and for, University underclassmen. There were a lot of people and plenty of alcohol. Petra wasn't into the party scene, so she appeared truthful when she sauntered up to a big blonde girl at the party and said, "Quite a party. I thought I was going to know some people here, but it looks like they haven't shown up yet." "Well my name is Brittin," the outgoing blonde responded. "So now you know someone here." "Oh, thank you," Petra responded, with a big smile. "You sound American." "Yep," Brittin answered, explaining that she was just in Bucharest to study abroad for two semesters. Over the next hour and a half, Petra managed to keep Brittin engaged in conversation. She proceeded to tell Petra about herself, her family, life in Utah, everything she knew about soccer, and assorted details about the Church of Latter Day Saints. Petra reacted with fascination at every detail, despite the fact that she had already researched most of the information, and her research had provided many of the questions that had been guaranteed to keep the blonde focused on her favorite subjects. Just as planned, Petra had a new best buddy. Petra had already spotted Cami and Paige in the crowd, talking to various people while drinking a bit too much. When the two finally came over to where she and Brittin talked, Petra easily feigned ignorance of who they were until Brittin made the introductions. The four girls continued their discussion for quite a while, enabled by Petra's knowledge of the girls' likes and dislikes that allowed her to ask all the right questions to keep the Americans talking. The three girls were drawn into a friendship, oblivious to the fact that the evening had been carefully choreographed by Petra. As the party drew down, Petra thanked the girls for their company. "It was so nice of you to keep me company all night when my friends didn't show up," she gushed, to her new friends. "It was so much fun. Maybe some time, I will be lucky enough to get invited to another party like this." "There's another party next Friday," Brittin interrupted. "Why don't you come with us?" "Are you sure, you wouldn't mind me tagging along?" asked Petra, shyly. "I would love that," she added, not waiting for an answer to her question. "We would love to have you join us," Cami piped in. "Well, great," Petra stated, elation in her voice. "It's a date." The girls exchanged information, and made plans to meet the following Friday before Petra made her way from the party. As the three American's left the party, they discussed how friendly Petra had been, and how she was the nicest person they had met in their time in Romania. They were looking forward to getting to know her better the following week, without any clue that they had just placed one foot into a very devious trap. *** The following Friday, Petra picked up her three new friends in her small car, en route to another party. In a country with limited automobile ownership, this was a big deal. The girls were used to the mobile life of Utah, where everyone owned a car. The three Americans thought they hit the jackpot by making friends with Petra, who could give them rides when needed. Petra had specific goals for the night, directing the interactions to meet her needs. She was able to spend time with each girl alone, talking about various topics all aimed at giving Petra a better idea of each girl's strengths and weaknesses, as well as what really drove them in life. Brittin was extremely outgoing, yet she loved to sit back at parties and watch the other attendees, which was why it was so easy for Petra to initially monopolize her attention the previous week. She took her athleticism seriously, spending a lot of time lifting weights and working out. Most importantly, she was not too excited to return home, where her conservative lifestyle would rein in her recent enjoyment of partying and other social contact. Cami was a wild child through and through. There was nothing she wasn't willing to try, and like Brittin, did not look forward to returning to her conservative roots. Petra took advantage of this to plant the seed for the girls to host a party at Petra's place, since they couldn't hold one at the student hostel where they lived. Petra wanted them to visit her small house, and having Cami bring it up to the other two was optimal. Paige was the wild card of the trio. She was very quiet, which made it a challenge for Petra to get a handle on her. While she was smart, she was also very much a follower. Petra got the feeling that due to her reliance on others and her religious beliefs, her intelligence was limited to book smarts and not street smarts. Petra had to count on that analysis. If she was wrong, then Paige could be the one girl of the group to sniff out and spoil her plan. As the group left the party at the end of the night, Cami, right on cue, initiated the idea of the four of them hosting a party at Petra's place. Brittin thought it was a great idea, and Paige agreed to go along with it. Petra invited the girls to her house later in the week to make plans. A date was set. The girls still had no clue that they now had two feet firmly in Petra's trap. *** Petra communicated over the next week via email, sending links to various local businesses and party sites. Everyone was excited about the party and they would be meeting on Thursday to make all the party decisions. Most of the links were legitimate, but not all. Software was now in place on all three of the Americans' computers, allowing Petra to control the computers and gather additional data on their owners. *** The planning sessions for the party went well, with the girls working out the details for the party. Petra really didn't care about the party details. She just wanted to spend time with the girls and get to be better friends. Between the discussions during the planning and Petra's perusal of the girls' online browsing, she was able to learn a bit more about their sexual views. Petra was surprised that both Brittin and Paige were still virgins. Cami was very open about the fact that she'd had sex with three different boys, which did not surprise Petra. Cami's adventurist nature was a trait she was counting on. Petra's online snooping had revealed some interesting tidbits that might also come in handy when trying to manipulate the girls into her trap. Brittin spent quite a bit of time perusing voyeur sites. So while she didn't have any experience with sex, she liked sites where she got to covertly watch others have sex. Cami visited an array of porn sites, but there was a definite predominance of lesbian sites on her list. Cami also seemed to have a very good female friend back in the States with whom she traded interesting emails, which made Petra think Cami might have a bisexual streak. Petra had an idea how these intimate facts would come in useful in trapping her prey. Paige continued to be a mystery, however. She didn't look at any porn sites and her email was downright boring. Petra was convinced that Paige would not want to go to the club, and her only hope was to set up a scenario where Paige felt obliged to follow her friends to the club. She needed to finalize her plan because the party had been set for the following Friday night, with the open house night at Club Pericol six days later. Time was running out and Petra would soon know if her plan would be successful. *** The party was a huge success. Petra made sure Brittin, Paige and Cami had plenty to drink, so when the last guest left the three girls would fall asleep at Petra's house instead of returning to their student housing. Petra remained sober, and made preparations for the next morning while her targets slept soundly. Brittin awoke first and, after cleaning up a bit, went to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. She was taken aback by what she found near the coffee pot; some BDSM literature showing women bound in lingerie, and an old Club Pericol flyer for a long past open house. Brittin laughed, thinking she had found something that her new friend wanted to keep private, and she couldn't wait to tease Petra with it. "So what is this?" Brittin asked, as she walked into the living room with a big smirk on her face. "What is what?" Petra replied, pretending not to know what Brittin had found. "This," Petra repeated, holding up the pictures and flyer. "So what exactly are you into?" "Ooooohhh kinky," teased Cami, amused to see a different side of her usually demure friend. "Oh that," Petra said, trying to make the subject sound tame. "It is something from a local club that I have gone to a few times. It is actually loads of fun. Dammit, I should have thought about that earlier. I know you all want to see the wild side of Romania before you go home in two weeks." "You've been here?" Brittin asked, still incredulous, looking at the brochure. "Oh, yes," Petra continued, beginning her sales pitch. "The club is fabulous. It is normally a private club that is part social club, and part bondage club. But every few months they open it up to the public. It is very expensive to get a ticket, but they give away a few free tickets, which is how I've gone in the past." "That sounds too wild," Cami exclaimed, showing both disgust and interest. "We don't have anything like this back in Utah. It would have made for a good story back home." Petra began her long description of the club, stressing the protections the club provides, and the strict limits most guests enforced. She stressed the fact that a few patrons did take the chance to be exhibitionists, and that many guests were there just to watch those patrons, pretending not to notice Brittin's reaction to the voyeurism reference. She described the marble draw where there was a fifty-fifty chance you would become a master or slave for the night, again stressing that a girl drawing a black marble could even dominate another girl if she chose, which grabbed Cami's attention. Petra presented the club perfectly as a thrilling, adventurous night out in Romania. It was a night you could remember for the rest of your life, even if you lived in Utah and couldn't ever repeat it. She knew she had Brittin and Cami hooked, but Paige was not impressed. "I wish I would have thought about it before so you could have tried it," Petra fibbed. "Would you have tried it?" "Yes, it sounds fun," Cami said, with Brittin, and to a lesser extent Paige, agreeing. "It's a shame it didn't work out," Cami added, expressing her disappointment. "Yeah," Brittin chimed in. "I could see myself leading Cami around by a leash," she said laughing, actually a bit relieved that she didn't have to come up with an excuse not to go. "You mean me leading you around," Cami shot back at Brittin. "You don't always have to be in charge. It might be fun for you to have to follow my lead for once." Petra, trying to bring the up to now quiet Paige into the conversation, said "The picture in my head is Paige leading both of you around the club. How does that sound, Paige?" "Much better," Paige said, laughing nervously. "It's a shame we missed out," she added, actually totally relieved that they weren't going. The parties they had been attending were enough to push her past her comfort zone. "Yes, I can picture it now," Petra said. "The two of you kneeling at Paige's feet. Too bad we'll never know what would have happened." "Yes, too bad," the three naive girls added, showing their disappointment at missing out on a trip to Club Pericol. Whether each girl's disappointment was real or faked, Petra had wrapped up the conversation that she needed. Petra had set them up perfectly. She knew the trio would never have agreed to go if there was a real chance of attending the club. Petra knew that Cami was probably willing to take a chance and go to the club, but doubted Brittin was really willing to go despite her interest, and knew Paige would never agree to go. But Petra had manipulated all three girls into expressing their disappointment at missing out on the chance for this ultimate Romanian adventure. Little did the three girls know, but tickets were going to become available in just two days time. Petra knew she had Brittin and Cami backed into a corner based on their response. All she had to do was take care of Paige, ensuring that she wouldn't be able to back out of the night out. And Petra had a plan. Still oblivious to Petra's plan, the three girls had sunk knee deep into Petra's diabolical trap. *** The knock on the door sounded urgent, and Brittin opened it up to see Petra grinning from ear to ear. "Brittin, I got them!" Petra gushed, rushing into the room the girls shared. "Got what?" Brittin replied, thoroughly confused. "Three tickets to Club Pericol," Petra said, excitedly. "I felt so bad about not thinking to tell you guys about the club earlier, that I had to at least check to see when their next open house was scheduled. And you're in luck, it is this Thursday." "This Thursday?" repeated Cami, a touch of hesitancy in her voice. She had agreed to go when they couldn't go, but now was staring at a very real night of BDSM. Petra saw hesitancy in Cami, and fear in Brittin, but knew she would convince them to go. Paige on the other hand looked like a deer in the headlights, whose first words would certainly be that she couldn't go. "I am so happy this worked out," Petra continued, moving to seal the deal. "You just can't come to Romania for this long and not experience Club Pericol. It wasn't easy, and I had to call in a favor from a friend, but I was able to get two free ticket. I couldn't leave one of you out, so I bought the third ticket myself. Yea, it was expensive, but you all said you wanted to go so I broke the bank for you," lied Petra, knowing they were all free. " Frankly, I would have bought a fourth ticket for myself because I would have loved to experience the club with such good friends, but I have a commitment at the University on Thursday that I just CANNOT reschedule." Paige and Brittin exchanged stares, each hoping the other had a way out of their uncomfortable predicament. With the night of BDSM now a reality, they both regretted their feigned interest a couple of days before. They looked to Cami for help, but found none as Cami's only response was a strained, "Thank you." Petra was glowing inside looking at Paige's face, a picture of terror. She couldn't back out now thinking that Petra had gone to so much trouble to get the tickets, and paid for one expensive ticket herself based on the answer Paige had given on Saturday. Yes, she was trapped. They all were. "I will come over on Wednesday night and help you pick out what you will wear," Petra informed, rather than asking. "Then I will drop you off at the club on my way to the University on Thursday. You can call me when you are done and I will pick you up. I am so excited!" "So are we," Cami replied, with a mix of excitement and trepidation, while Paige and Brittin stood and smiled weakly, pictures of the unknown running through their minds. Once Petra left, the girls discussed ways of getting out of Thursday night, with Brittin and Paige going to great lengths to devise an excuse. Every out they considered was unacceptable, always leading back to the extraordinary efforts their good friend had gone to for them, and how it was really their own fault. After the discussion came full circle, Cami put an end to the matter by stating the obvious, "We are not going to hurt Petra's feelings. Guess Thursday at Club Pericol is the plan." *** Anton sat with his daughter, Sabina. "We have a big night coming up Thursday, and I am going to need your help." "You know how I enjoy helping you out at the club," Sabina replied."It reeks of excitement." Club Pericol Ch. 02 "Yes," her father replied. "I wish you liked it a bit less. I wouldn't go there if I didn't need it for my business, which brings me to Thursday. My contact is sending three American girls to the club, which poses a logistical challenge." "Three?" repeated a surprised Sabina. "Yes," Anton replied. "And It gets worse. We will be working with Victor, whose hotel contact is sending two British tourists on Thursday as well. I have a plan that, if it works out, will allow us to get five signed contracts." "I am in," confirmed Sabina, anxious to help he father ensnare the girls. "The night won't be a typical one," Anton continued. "We have to get all five girls. If one of them doesn't sign a contract, then we have to scrap the whole plan. If one of the girls were to get away, it would be too problematic to keep any of the others with a witness going free. We would have to tear up any other contracts that did get signed and pretend it was just part of the evening's role play. So there will be no room for error " "I'll be ready," Sabina said, her mouth drooling at the thought of entrapping five rich, young Western girls." "You better be," Anton stressed. "Remember, it is five or none, no room for error." *** "Are we really doing this?" Brittin asked, looking at her two friends who were dressed just as sexy, or slutty, as she was. They could feel the tension in the air. They talked very little, knowing the adventure they were about to undertake. The three sheltered American soccer players were dressed as they had never been dressed before. The previous night, Petra confirmed that nothing in their wardrobe was quite right for Club Pericol. So she had brought over outfits from the theatre at the University. Now they were just waiting for Petra to take them to what promised to be their most memorable adventure of their year in Romania. Three innocent American girls, ready to experience the decadence of a club, far from home. "Look at this outfit," Cami said, incredulously. She wore a shiny black mini skirt and a tiny white crop top that showed off her tight stomach and cleavage. "I have never looked so hot, although I would feel better if my g-string were a little more than dental floss. It's crawling up my ass," she complained, as she wiggled to adjust her underwear. "None of us have anything more than dental floss on for underwear," laughed Brittin, who wore a black skirt that reached just below her knees, but with a side slit all the way to her waist. "At least your underwear isn't on display," she lightheartedly complained, noting the sheer black shirt she wore that exposed her black bra, while her g-string strap was visible at the top of the slit in her skirt."I worked hard for this body, so I might as well show it off. Right?" she asked her friends, not really expecting an answer. "Well Dressing sexy is one thing," Paige added, clearly uncomfortable. "I just wish I had a little more material on. Paige was feeling very exposed in a tight, lavender dress that barely covered her nipples on top and her ass cheeks below, with most of the midsection cut out save a few thin strips of material. Paige tried to pull down the hem while holding the top in place, but the dress was simply one size too small for her. "And I don't understand how this strapless bra makes my little boobs look so big." Paige peeked at the cleavage that the bra induced and that the dress did nothing to hide. With a knock on the door, the huntress entered to survey her prey. "Magnificent," Petra complimented her friends. "You will be the envy of the party." "Thanks," the girls responded, in unison. "Now remember what we went over," Petra said, wanting to make sure the girls were primed for the experience. You will sign the club agreement when you enter, which guarantees the club will protect your limits while providing a memorable night. It is a standard agreement, so you don't need to worry about reading it. Once you get in you will see the dungeon area, with its pillories, racks and cages. This area isn't too exciting, although it does offer some interesting sights for the voyeur at times." Petra peeked at Brittin at that statement, knowing she had piqued the girl's interest. "After you check out that area," Petra continued, "you want to check out the master/slave game. Draw a marble, and the color determines how you play the rest of the night. Either option is a ton of fun, so don't worry too much what you draw. Just let things happen from there. The more you feel out of your comfort zone, the more memorable the night will be." "I don't know if I really want to push any limits tonight," complained Paige, still not totally comfortable with being wrangled into this situation. "You all have to promise me that you will push your limits to the extreme!" Petra emphatically pled. "Especially you, Paige." "Okay," Paige sighed. "I promise." "I want to hear every detail at the end of the night when I pick you up," Petra said, with feigned excitement. In reality, she hoped to never see the girls again after dropping them at the club, despite the fact that she really did like them. Petra had to remind herself that they were just stupid Americans who represented a nice payday. "Enough talking, already," Cami intoned. "Let's go!" With a shrieks of excitement, the four girls rushed out and climbed into the car. The club was just minutes away and the girls were now neck deep in Petra's diabolical trap, ready to be sucked in by her accomplices at the club. *** As Petra watched the girls waiting in line to enter the club, she felt real pride in her work. Three naive 19 year-old girls, dressed like sluts to influence their behavior, with just enough information about the club to get them in trouble. Like raising little lambs and sending them to the slaughter. Petra allowed her mind to wander, lustfully picturing the three girls naked, spread, and held tight by ropes, a whip falling on their exposed skin. Petra had never actually been to the club and didn't know exactly what would happen to the girls, but enjoyed fantasizing based on what she knew. Petra waved farewell as the girls passed through the doors. Club Pericol Ch. 03 Brittin, Cami and Paige stood in line, checking out the other club attendees. "Think we can sneak out and just pretend we went in?" asked Paige, still apprehensive to enter the bondage club. "No, we can't do that," Cami insisted, anxious to check out the unknown. "Petra went to a lot of trouble to get us in, and we are going to treat this like our last Romanian adventure, which it is." "I agree," Brittin chimed in, supporting Cami, despite Paige's reluctance. The girls reached the front of the short line, handing over their tickets as they passed through the turnstile. "Here goes nothing," Cami commented excitedly, as the girls unknowingly entered the trap. *** A bit ahead of the American girls, two young, innocent British damsels had arrived at the marble game, which is where they had been told the fun started. "You go first, Emma," Katie told her brunette friend. "If you draw a black marble, take one of those cute boys, just for fun," she giggled. "Alright," responded Emma. "But if I draw a white marble, you better select me and not one of the cute boys, leaving me to the whims of a stranger." "We'll see," Katie answered, brushing her long blonde hair out of her face to watch Emma as she approached the game. "Are you ready to play?" the game operator inquired. "Black, your choice. White, you get chosen." "I guess so," Emma said, reaching her hand into the box. Pulling it out, she slowly opened her hand. "White," announced the man, slapping a handcuff on Emma's wrist. Katie approached the man next, glancing at her friend who was now wearing a collar and leash, with her hands cuffed above her head. "Do I pick you Emma, or do I pick a cute boy?" she asked loudly, so her friend could hear. It really was a tough choice. Dominating a boy would be more fun, and it would be good for Emma to be adventurous with a stranger. When Katie opened her hand and saw the white marble, it became a moot point. She soon joined Emma on stage. Victor stood back and smiled. Part one of the plan was complete. His two targets were in place. He turned back to find the American prey, confident his partners would take care of Emma and Katie for him. *** The girls checked their purses and phones as they entered the club. Signing the club agreement, they quickly moved forward to check out the club. It didn't take long for Brittin to notice the petite, black haired girl locked in a pillory. "Oh my God, look," she half screamed, half squealed, pointing the girl out to her two friends. Her excitement would have betrayed her fetish had her friends been paying closer attention. The girl was standing naked, her head and hands locked in the pillory with her feet locked in stocks on the floor. She was being fucked from behind by a man, with a line of three more men behind him, obviously waiting their turn. "Calm down," Cami implored her friend, following Brittin who had crept forward to get a better look. "It's just like Petra said," Brittin said, in awe of the scene before her. Brittin felt her pussy moisten, and had to get a better look. "Would one of you young ladies like to try a pillory to see how it feels?" the man running the show asked. "Not me," answered Paige, quickly, while Cami just shook her head. But Brittin realized she could get a better look at the girl from one of the pillories. "Can I try that one?" pointing at the one that would provide her the best view. "Certainly," the man responded, guiding Brittin into the pillory and closing the device on her neck and wrists. "This is amazing," Brittin gushed, the feeling of being trapped combined with the show in front of her getting her very aroused. "We've seen enough, Brittin," Cami announced, wondering what her friend saw in some slut getting gang banged. "It's time to move on to something more entertaining." "Okay," Brittin said, dejectedly. "I guess we need to move on," she told the operator. "You seem to be confused about the rules," he replied. "Once you are locked in the pillory, you have to stay until the timer runs out. You have over an hour left." "Huh?" Brittin responded, with total shock. Cami laughed hysterically. "I wish I had my camera," Cami gloated. "This picture is priceless." "If the two of you would like to continue through the club, I will make sure she catches up with you when she is released," the man informed Paige and Cami, trying to separate them from Brittin. "That sounds like a good idea," Paige said, giggling a bit herself, at her friend's plight. "Thanks a lot, guys," Brittin yelled at her friends, as they wandered deeper into the club. She was actually elated that she could stand and watch this girl getting fucked, as the next man in line stepped in for his turn. Brittin watched in amazement as he pumped in and out of her wet pussy. Brittin wished she had a free hand so she could rub her now soaked pussy. The thought of being molested while in bondage was dancing in her head, although in reality there was no way she would let it happen. Brittin drew a firm line between voyeur- fantasy, and actual sex. But that didn't dampen the enjoyment she was feeling at that moment. "I take it you are a bit of a voyeur?" the man asked Brittin, as she stood enthralled by the sex before her. "Maybe, a little," Brittin responded, sheepishly. "Well, enjoy the show while I get on with my job," the man responded walking behind Brittin. Brittin's focus returned to the black haired girl getting hammered in front of her, now by yet another man and in her ass hole. Brittin's mouth fell open as she thought about having her ass violated like that. She was trying to fathom what it would feel like, when suddenly she felt the zipper of her skirt slide open. "Huh, what?" was all Brittin managed to utter before her skirt slid off her body and hit the floor. "Stop," she cried, but felt her g-string being pulled down to join her skirt. Now naked from the waist down, Brittin was panicked. This was not supposed to happen. "Mister, you have to stop," Brittin snapped. "Just use your safe word when you reach your limit," he replied, working her sheer shirt up her body. "What safe word?" Brittin screamed, desperately trying to stop from being stripped. "The one in the contract you just signed," he replied, now working one sleeve through the pillory hole over her hand. "Safe word?" Brittin asked herself. She didn't read the contract. Nobody in the line was reading it. They were just signing the form and moving on. Brittin's head spun as her shirt was expertly removed, the man exhibiting a talent for removing clothing while maneuvering around the pillory. She felt the clasp on her bra open and her big tits spilled out into the open air. The men waiting in line to fuck the brunette were now staring at her. Brittin's nude body was on display for everyone's enjoyment, and all she could do was watch as the straps of her bra were worked over her bound hands leaving her stark naked. The man finished Brittin's bondage by locking her feet into the stocks, pinning her legs apart and displaying her pussy for anyone standing behind her. When Brittin looked back at the girl, she noticed a man talking to her, the gag no longer in her mouth. He ordered her released from the pillory and, began putting a collar and leash around her neck. "Nice job, Carly," Victor said quietly. "Now remember, not a single word to anybody tonight, or else." "Yes, Master," Carly answered. She had learned that disobedience was dealt with harshly, and wasn't about to disobey, despite knowing the innocent girl behind her was in serious trouble. *** Cami and Paige looked over the slave candidates on stage. "Which one will you pick if you get a black marble?" Paige asked Cami. Cami was eyeing two cute girls, one brunette and one blonde. The blonde's tits were jiggling enticingly, clearly not inhibited by a bra. "Not sure," Cami answered, not wanting to give away her bisexual interests. "I kind of like the boy on the end," Paige gushed, her normally timid friend surprising Cami. "Well, I will go first," Cami announced. "If I end up as a slave, I won't be upset if you pick your cute boy over me. I'll understand. And if I pick a black marble, I promise to leave the cute boy for you." "Fair enough," Paige said. She was surprising herself at how excited she was at what was happening. She hadn't wanted to come at all, but now that she was here, she decided to have some fun. Paige watched as Cami received instructions and reached into the box. She couldn't tell what color Cami picked, but the handcuffs being slapped on her wrist gave it away. Paige giggled, enjoying the site of her friend being fitted with a collar and hung up on stage by her cuffed wrists. Suddenly, Cami didn't feel quite so confident. Displayed on stage in her tiny outfit, her fate resting in the hands of a stranger. She hoped Paige would pick her, and regretted telling Paige to pick the boy for her fun. But as she saw the handcuffs being placed on Paige's wrists, she realized it was a moot point. Paige was soon standing beside the other slaves. Her too small dress had ridden up , clearly displaying her dental floss underwear to the club. "Nice flash Paige," Cami chided. But when Paige looked back at Cami, they both realized that they were in the thick of it now. The fear of the unknown set in as they looked out over the crowd, realizing they had lost control of the situation. They were left wondering who would be dominating them, the fear of the unknown suddenly very real. Anton looked on, pleased as the last two targets were locked into place. The plan was going perfectly. He went to let Sabina know that it was time for her to do her part, leaving all four targets on display for a few more minutes. *** As the girl was led away, Brittin felt sick to her stomach. There were still men in line, rubbing their crotches. The first man in line had his big dick out and ready. The man running the attraction came up to her, ball gag in hand. "Safe word?" he asked. "I don't know, please," Brittin begged, grabbing at straws on what to do. "Most voyeurs use their safe word," he said. "Damn hot fantasy to pretend to forget it. Have fun." With that he put the ball gag in Brittin's mouth, effectively silencing her for the series of assaults about to commence. She felt a pair of hands on her ass, and one reached around to caress one of her hanging tits. She knew the man with his dick out was now behind her, preparing to take her virginity. She was actually bigger and stronger than him, and knew she could kick his ass. But locked in her bondage, she was at his mercy. She lurched against the pillory as a last ditch effort to escape the coming assault, but the bondage device stood firm, preserving her vulnerability. The man slid his dick into her pussy, despite Brittin's feeble attempt to wriggle away. The assault underway, Brittin became aware of possibly her worst humiliation. Her pussy was still soaking wet and aroused from watching the earlier sex show. As a result, her pussy had welcomed the violating cock into her body without resistance, and embraced the intruder as it further stimulated her most private parts. She was helpless, and wondered briefly if she should just enjoy the experience. No, she had to resist it, she swore. But it was no use. The big dick pummeling her pussy was doing the job she wanted to do with her hand minutes before. Her body was reacting to the friction of her first fuck, and she felt an orgasm building. Her best efforts to suppress it went for naught. Brittin gasped into her gag as the feeling shot through her body as the assault continued. *** The girls had been standing, exposed, on stage for quite a while. It was a bit disconcerting, having the crowd eyeing the scantily clad submissives, but not taking any action. Paige was feeling particularly vulnerable, with her dress riding up, showing more than she wanted. Finally a young lady approached the attraction. She wasn't big, maybe 5-foot five, with dishwater blonde hair and a nice body, highlighted by an impressive chest. Cami was immediately attracted, and prayed that she would draw a black marble and choose her. None of them noticed the man in charge make a subtle adjustment to the box, ensuring that only black marbles were now available. Sure enough, when the black marble appeared, the girl pointed at Cami. As Cami's arms were uncuffed, Paige whispered to her to adjust her dress, hoping to save a bit of modesty as she stood on stage. Paige quickly reached over before being led to her new master, and deftly lifted the hem of Paige's dress up around her waist. "Cami," Paige squealed, her face turning bright red as her tiny g-string was exposed to the club, her ass totally on display. As Cami's leash was handed to the new girl, she inquired to the man, "Can I select a second slave? You have a nice crop up there." "You can try," said the operator. "But if you pick a white marble, you both go back up on stage." "Worth the risk," she replied, promptly picking another black marble. Cami hoped she would select Paige, but no such luck as she selected the cute blonde that Cami had eyed earlier. Cami winked at Paige as the girl led her and the blonde away by the leash. Paige stood on stage, futilely trying to wiggle her dress back down over her nearly naked nether regions. "Hello, slaves," Sabina said, looking back at her two new slaves. "My name is Sabina, but you can call me Mistress or Mistress Sabina. Tell me your names and a bit about yourselves." "My name is Katie, Mistress," the British girl started. "I am 23, from Liverpool. My friend and I are finishing a three week vacation in Romania. The concierge at our hotel, who has been wonderful during our stay, sent us here for the unique experience." "Well, I will make sure you get that unique experience," Sabina said, sternly. "And you?" "My name is Cami, Mistress Sabina" the American answered. "I am 19, from Utah in the US. I have been attending the University on an exchange program, playing soccer with two other girls. We were sent here by a friend who spoke highly of the club." "All well and good," Sabina said in her most menacing voice. "But for now, you will do as I say, if you know what is good for you. If you obey me, we will have fun. If not, well, you don't want to find out." Cami wasn't sure what to think. Mistress Sabina wasn't much older than she, and was sexy as hell. But she also had a streak in her that frightened Cami a bit. Sabina led the girls into one of the nearby play rooms, and pointed to a round cage in the corner. "Get in, both of you," she ordered. "Face to face." "Yes, Mistress," they answered, in unison. The two new slave girls climbed into the cage as ordered, despite it being clearly built for one person. Sabina cuffed their wrists to the top of the cage and shut the cage door, locking them tightly in place, their bodies pressed sensually against each other. Sabina was amused at their reaction. Neither girl overtly showed that they had any attraction to the other, yet both showed subtle signs of being extremely turned on by their close quarters. Sabina was confident she could get them so worked up that they would readily agree to the next step of her plan. *** Brittin felt her second attacker drive his dick into her pussy one last time. From his groans, it was clear that he had come deep inside her, just like the first man. As he pulled out, she quickly felt a new pair of hands begin to explore her exposed body. How long is the line, Brittin wondered to herself, unable to see what was happening behind her. As she felt a penis tickle the bottom of her ass, Brittin made an effort to slide her pussy away to avoid a third assault. She failed, as the lips of her pussy were pierced by yet another rock hard cock. As this attacker began to pump in and out of Brittin, her mind wandered to imagine that she was watching the act from afar; voyeur style. This only made Brittin's pussy more sensitive to the movement of the dick inside her. Brittin quickly came to her senses, and was able to stave off another embarrassing orgasm. But from the feel of her body, she didn't know how long she could prevent her pussy from succumbing once again to the stimulation it was receiving. Victor watched Brittin's ordeal from behind, where he couldn't be seen. He was relieved that the plan had worked to separate her from her friends, which would make things go much smoother. Brittin was progressing, but wasn't ready for him to intervene yet. He knew that each time her body betrayed her, she would sink deeper into desperation. So he allowed the fucking to continue. Patience was necessary to ensure her imminent capture. *** Cami could barely control her excitement. This was everything Petra had said, and more. She and Katie, pressed against each other, both bodies sweating from the eroticism of the moment. Sabina started by caressing the bodies of her two slaves, lightly running her fingers on the exposed skin of her pets, which there was plenty of considering their slutty clothing. The caresses turned to light tickling, Cami and Katie hopelessly trying to squirm away from Sabina's torturous fingers, serving only to heighten the arousal both girls were feeling. "It is time to torture my two little pets," Sabina said, threateningly. Grabbing a tens unit, Sabina applied electric shocks to her bound targets. With the unit set on its lowest level, the shocks delivered no pain, but enough stimuli to keep her slaves moving and grinding against each other. Sabina sensed it was time to move to the next phase of the plan. Letting her hands roam on the bodies of her slaves, she caressed their asses, then moved to lightly play with their breasts. Sabina guided the girls' lips together, encouraging them to share a sensuous kiss. She smiled at the increased breathing of her slaves, and softly cooed, "You two are so hot. I'd like to do something special for you if you'll let me. Can I take the two of you downstairs to the private club, where we can have a lot more fun?" "Yes, Mistress," each of the slaves responded, just as Sabina had known they would. Sabina let the girls out of their cage, and led them to the elevator that would take them to the promised land. Looking at Katie's braless condition, she smirked as she informed the girls about the rule that slaves had to be in their underwear to enter the private club. "But Mistress Sabina," Katie said, "I am not wearing a bra." "Well, that was not very good planning on your part," Sabina answered, making it clear that she only had one option. "The downstairs club is private, if that helps." "Don't worry about it," interjected Cami, who was also anxious to see more of Katie's body. "This night is for the adventurous. Just go for it." Cami peeled off her crop top, and dropped her mini skirt, providing incentive for Katie to follow suit. Katie grit her teeth, and slithered out of her dress, letting her bare chest feel the cool air of the club. "Great," Sabina extolled, appreciative of the impressive rack that Katie had exposed. "But I am afraid I can't have one topless slave, and one wearing a bra. That would never do," Sabina added, looking back at Cami. Cami's eyes were big as saucers. "Mistress, Sabina," she started to protest, but couldn't think of anything else to add. "Don't worry about it," said Katie. "This night is for the adventurous. Just go for it." Dammit, Cami's own words had been used against her, and she knew she was had. Cami reached behind her and released the hooks on her bra, casting it aside. "Your clothes will be added to anything you checked when you arrived tonight," Sabina informed the girls. "Now, let's go have some fun." Sabina pulled the girls leashes and led them onto the elevator. Club Pericol Ch. 03 Now topless and heading to the basement club, the girls' fate became that much bleaker. *** Paige hoped the man drawing a marble would put an end to her embarrassment. She had been standing on display for a half hour, with her dress pulled up as Cami had left her. Nobody had been willing or able to help her pull the dress down, and she had watched far too many onlookers chuckling at her predicament, her ass and miniscule g-string on public display. To Paige's chagrin, the man pointed at the British girl in the short red dress instead. The girl was led to him, and she thought that here grief would continue. But the man drew a second marble, and sure enough pointed at Paige. Once her arms were uncuffed, she quickly adjusted her dress, which still didn't cover as much as Paige would have liked. Then the realization hit her that she had gone from the frying pan into the fire. She was now officially the slave of this man for the night, whatever that meant. The man pulled the girls by their leashes, and stopped a short distance from the stage. "What are your names?" he asked them. "My name is Paige," she replied. " Emma," the British girl added, succinctly. "Not anymore," announced the man. "You will from now on be referred to simply as slaves. My name is Anton, but you may not use it. You shall refer to me as Master. Understood?" "Yes, Master," the girls replied. "I would like a drink," Anton announced. "I assume my slaves would like to join me." The girls nodded timidly, as Anton led them to the nearby bar. After getting three drinks from the bar, he sat in his favorite easy chair, and had the girls kneel appropriately at his feet. "So tell me about yourselves," he ordered. "I guess I'll start, Master," Emma said. "I am visiting Romania from Liverpool with my friend. I am 22 years old and I came here tonight because my friend is crazy," she editorialized, with a shy laugh. She continued her story about home, school and how she had just tagged along to keep her adventurous friend, Katie, happy. Anton half listened to her ramblings, already knowing the details about his target. He admired her big boobs, which were the largest of the five girls. He would have fun playing with those in a little while. When Emma finished, Paige began her life story, discussing Utah, being an exchange student, soccer, and how she too had been wrangled into attending the club. Anton again was in deep thought as the girl went through her previously researched life story. These girls were both smart and timid. Each was a challenge to get to the club tonight, but they shared an important personality trait in that they were classic followers. The plan to separate them from their more outgoing friends had been easy to pull off. This should allow Anton to assume the alpha male role, hoping the two girls would accept their usual, comfortable role as follower as he led them to their demise. When Paige finished her story, Anton made his move. "Let me make this very simple for you. From what you have said, neither of you really wanted to come tonight. But the thing is you are here. If you accept me as your Master, and obey unequivocally, I can make the evening pleasurable and memorable for you. If you fall short of my expectations, I can make it very uncomfortable. Is that understood?" Both girls nodded, with Emma adding a very quiet, "Yes, Master." "Good," Anton forcefully said. "My preference is to leave this part of the club, and go downstairs to the private area where we can have a better experience. Any dissenters?" The girls stared with fear in their eyes, not daring to disagree. "Then, we go," Anton said, with finality. He finished his drink, and pulled the girls toward the elevator. *** Victor was the last person in line. He knew Brittin was broken. She was beyond wanting to be reunited with her friends. She just wanted out. One last piece to her puzzle, and it would be time to seal the deal. With the end of each fucking, Brittin prayed that her time in the pillory was up. She had experienced three orgasms, and hoped she wouldn't have another. She had lost count of the men that had fucked her. Maybe ten, eleven, or twelve? Brittin looked desperately for her friends. Why hadn't they come back to check on her when she didn't show up. Were they tied up as slaves, or were they busy playing master to someone else? Brittin now realized that they should have stayed together. Too late now for that. Maybe it was less humiliating that they didn't see her like this. Another man finished with her, and Brittin again hoped it was over. She still couldn't see behind her, but felt another hard cock dancing around her back side. She braced her vagina for yet another fucking, then felt her ass cheeks being pulled apart. Her body tensed, and lurched in a useless attempt to avoid the inevitable. She felt the head of the penis pushing into her asshole, and knew that the virginity of a second orifice was being taken tonight. Victor pounded into Brittin's ass. This was the leader of the three American girls, and she was target number one. He pummeled her ass into submission, hearing the girl's desperate moans piercing through her gag. When Victor completed the decisive act of humiliation, Brittin's whining was music to his ears. Victor slid around to the front of the pillory, and made eye contact with his victim. "Are you alright?" he asked, pretending to be concerned for her well being. The broken girl shook her head, her hopes rising as he unfastened the strap holding her gag. "You don't seem to be enjoying yourself," Victor said, feigning that he cared. "I didn't know my safe word, and I got stuck in here," Brittin half whined, half cried. "Please, don't leave me here." "You poor, young thing," Victor continued, baiting the trap. "Forgetting your safe word is not something you want to do in a place like this. Would you like me to help you get a release from the club contract so we can get you out of here?" "Oh, yes, Please, please," Brittin begged. "I can't take more of this." " I can take you to the main office, where you can sign a release," Victor explained. " Does that sound like what you want to do, or would you rather stay here a little longer." "No," Brittin blurted. "Don't leave me here." "Very well," Victor replied, waving to the operator to open the pillory, and release his mark. "You will need to be restrained temporarily until you sign the release." Victor put a collar and leash onto Brittin, and handcuffed her hands. "It won't be long now, dear," Victor comforted the girl, leading her down to sign the release. "You don't know what this means to me," Brittin said, as they neared the office."You are a savior." "I don't know about that," Victor modestly replied, all too honestly. "Here you go. Just sign this release, and read the verbal confirmation, and you will be free of the club rules and restrictions." Victor's heart raced a bit, hoping nothing would go wrong at the last second. Brittin looked at the contract, which was written in both Romanian and English. It clearly stated that it would release her from agreement she signed when entering the club. That was her sole goal at that moment, and she signed without reading any further. Brittin reviewed the confirmation, looked at the camera and said, "I, Brittin Danner, being of sound mind and body, agree that of my own free will I release Club Pericol from the protection agreement." Victor grinned broadly. One down, four to go. But the unofficial ringleader of the Americans had been snared. "There you go, Brittin," Victor said, with relief. "It's all over now. I can't get you out of the club quite yet, but I will store you someplace where you'll be safe." Brittin was disappointed that she couldn't leave the club yet, but was happy to go somewhere safe. She was led into a room with what looked like some sort of bondage framework, which was disconcerting. "Where are we?" She inquired of Victor. "Just a place to store you for a little while," Victor replied, attaching Brittin's handcuffs to a hook at the top of the frame, which made Brittin lean awkwardly over a bar that was set at waist level. Victor attached a spreader bar to her ankles, leaving her naked ass sticking out, similar to her former position in the pillory. She stood at the middle of the framework, with two empty, similar spots to each side of her. "You don't have to tie me up," Brittin argued. "Can I get something to wear?" she continued, before noticing the black haired girl kneeling in the corner. "That's the girl I was watching in the pillory earlier. What is she doing here? And why isn't she tied up?" "Because she can be trusted," Victor explained."And she will be watching over you." The conversation effectively ended as Victor added a ball gag to Brittin's mouth, leaving her naked and immobile. Brittin knew something was wrong, but had no idea what. Victor reached out and played with Brittin's boobs, before kissing her on the cheek and leaving the room. Carly looked at the new captive, and gave her a sad look. Carly had been warned not to speak to the captives, and she had learned quickly that disobedience was harshly addressed by her Master. Carly felt bad knowing she had helped in luring this girl into slavery, but was helpless to do anything for her. *** Sabina led the two girls to the private room that had been set aside for them. Here she had the two most adventurous and willing girls of the group. She had to push their limits, push them some more, then push them even more. At some point, Sabina would push the girls out of even their wildest comfort zone, inducing the girls to apply the brakes. Sabrina just had to find that point. Sabina led the girls to a king size bed that was specially equipped for the club. "Lay down, side by side," she ordered, beginning to exert a sterner attitude. "Yes, Mistress," the girls responded, each smiling broadly. Sabina used cuffs that were preattached to the bed, and bound their arms above their heads. They would soon be tied spread eagle next to one another, but first Sabina initiated the first step of taking them out of their comfort zone. Sabina climbed into bed, sliding up between the girls, and proceeded to attack their similarly sized boobs. This boob play was not like the playful caresses of earlier, but rather an aggressive mauling that took both girls by surprise. Sabina then shifted over, straddling Katie's legs, and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her underwear. Sabina slowly pulled the underwear down Katie's legs. "Oh Mistress, no," the shocked Katie stuttered. She was embarrassed enough being topless, but drew the line at being naked. "No?" Sabina snapped, anger in her voice. "Your ability to say no to anything ended when you got on that elevator. The upstairs limits do not apply down here. Not only will you be punished for that insubordination, but Cami will share in your punishment." The outburst took the girls by surprise. When Sabina shifted over to remove Cami's g-string, Cami kept her mouth shut, despite her similar expectation to wear her underwear all night. Sabina finished binding their feet, the girls trapped spread eagle on the bed. She climbed back into bed with them. This time she concentrated on their now exposed pussies, rubbing their moistening mounds and inserting first one, then two fingers in each slave's cunt. "So how far have you gone with a girl before this moment?" Sabina inquired, wanting a better idea of how far she would have to go. "I have never been with a girl, Mistress," replied Katie. "Interesting," Sabina replied. "You sure are acting like an experienced dyke for never being with a girl," she added hostilely, pressuring her victim. "And what about you, slut?" Sabina asked, turning to Cami. "Just light petting and kissing, Mistress," Cami replied, a bit uncomfortable over Sabina's sudden aggressiveness, but still enjoying the sensual attention. "Well that is changing tonight," Sabina threatened. "Your pussies are both very wet and horny, but so is your Mistress's. You will take care of it for me. And I am warning you, the two of you have already earned a punishment. Do a good job for me, or the punishment will be that much harsher." Sabina climbed up onto Cami first, bringing her pussy up to Cami's mouth. "Eat it, and make it good," she ordered, sternly. Cami was beside herself. She had never touched another girl's pussy, let alone licked one. But she was too terrified of the suddenly threatening dominatrix to resist. Cami stuck out her tongue, and began licking the invading vagina, getting her first taste of another woman. Sabina was in heaven. She preferred girls over guys, and being eaten out by these two primarily straight girls was a fantasy come true. After six or seven minutes, Sabina climbed off Cami's face, and slid across to her other slave. "Your turn," Sabina growled, pushing her now soaking pussy into Katie's mouth and nose. Katie had no idea what to do, but thrust her tongue into the pussy that was smothering her face. She could smell and taste the combination of Sabina's pussy juices and Cami's saliva. On the surface, Katie detested what was happening. Deep down, however, she found it eerily exciting. Sabina was disappointed in Katie's oral skills, and had to grind her cunt on Katie's face to remain stimulated. Frustrated, Sabina finally returned to Cami and barked, "Finish me off, slut." Looking at Katie, she added, "And you will receive extra punishment for your pathetic oral skills." Katie lay bound in her spread eagle position, wondering what happened to the sweet, erotic Mistress who had tenderly played with them just a half hour prior. She was beginning to think it was a bad idea to come down to this part of the club, and wondered if they shouldn't try to get out. Cami's tongue worked its magic, and Sabina felt an orgasm building. She began to grind her crotch into Cami's open mouth, as Cami's tongue continued to work her clit. Moments later, Sabina exploded in ecstasy, leaving Cami's face covered in her pussy's sweet juices. "Well, now that my needs have been addressed, it is time for your punishment," Sabina menaced. She began by inserting a ball gag into each girl's mouth. She then retrieved a tens unit to shock her slaves. But instead of the lowest setting, this time the setting was much higher. Cami thought she was ready for the electric shock, having been titillated by it upstairs. But when the wand hit the side of her breast, Cami jumped as far as her bonds would allow. "Dammit, that hurt, " Cami tried to yell at her Mistress, but the gag turned the phrase into a short series of grunts. Katie was next, with the wand hitting her just above her pussy. Katie quickly understood what had agitated her fellow captive moments before. Sabina maintained her menacing face, as she repeatedly shocked the two girls. Their screams revealed the success of the punishment as Sabina struck with the wand all over their naked bodies. Sabina focused on taking them out of their adventurous comfort zone, one step at a time. Finally, Sabina drew bored of the tens unit, and grabbed a cat o' nine tails. "This is for your pathetic pussy licking," she snapped, at Katie. The whip fell repeatedly across the front of her body, focusing primarily on her breasts and pussy. Sabina ensured that the whipping stung, but did not do any real damage. After the whipping, the girls were dreading what would come next. But Sabina, wanting to keep them off balance, switched up the treatment. Grabbing two deluxe rabbit vibrators, Sabina slid them into the vaginas of her slaves, and flipped them on. Within minutes, the vibrators, with their various attachments and stimulation points, brought the girls to forceful orgasms. Sabina sat back and relaxed, watching the show that the vibrators were driving the girls to perform. She relished taking the girls on a roller coaster ride of highs and lows, knowing the anxiety running through their minds. So from the high of intense orgasm, it was time for a new low to crush any enjoyment the girls were feeling from the orgasm. Sabina was getting thirsty, and that was the perfect excuse to add public humiliation to the agenda. Cami's spread eagled body was spent. The orgasm that had been ripped from her body by the vibrator was amazing, but more than she was really hoping for from her Romanian adventure. This session was definitely not what she was expecting when she stepped on the elevator. Her face reeked of Sabina's juices, her body stung from the electric shocks, and she was completely naked against her wishes. She knew Katie was feeling worse, having been soundly whipped as well. Despite the highs, Cami was apprehensive of what was coming next. "Well girls," Sabina announced. "Time to go to the bar and show off your naked bodies to the rest of the club. I'm sure they will enjoy the show you will put on. Katie and Cami looked at each other. That was not the activity that either girl was hoping for next. Despite the gags in their mouths, they had no trouble expressing their dread of the pending exhibition of their nakedness. Unfortunately for the girls, Sabina showed no signs of caring about their concerns. *** Anton had taken full control of the situation. Neither girl he led toward the elevator had a strong enough personality to stand up to a true dominant. Arriving at the elevator, Anton curtly ordered, "Dresses off. Slaves cannot wear dresses in the private areas." Paige was disappointed, just recently being able to pull the dress down over her g-string, but she did as she was ordered. The dress was too small for her anyway. Emma watched as Paige began removing her dress, and decided to follow suit without complaint. After all, her bra and bikini panties were just like being at the beach back home, and rules were rules. Arriving in the basement club, Anton walked the girls toward the room that had been set aside for their session. He passed Victor in the hall, and saw him give a subtle thumbs up, indicating that Brittin was already dispatched. Anton assumed that Sabina was well on the way to trapping her charges, but had no way of knowing for sure. Paige and Emma were being were being dealt with together for a reason. They were both smart, introverted, thoughtful young ladies. Anton needed to overwhelm them with quick and strong domination, not letting them have time to think through their situation. By inundating the girls' senses, he was counting on them following him, and each other, into oblivion. Anton pulled his slaves into the room, and immediately went to work. He took three leather straps and fastened them around Paige's body, with a strap placed at her upper arm, elbow, and wrist, effectively pinning her arms tightly at her sides. He repeated the process with Emma, rendering her arms immobile as well. Anton followed by putting the two brunettes' hair up in ponytails, and tying those ponytails to a hook above their heads, forcing the two girls to stand uncomfortably up on their toes. With his slaves firmly restrained, Anton walked behind them and simultaneously unhooked their bras. Anton loved this part of the process. Until this point, slaves still thought that certain limits were protected by the club. The one thing Anton could always count on, new visitors never read the agreement they signed when entering the club. If they had, they would have known both that they had a safe word, and that all limits were off once they entered the private club. He loved the look when they realized that they had lost control of the situation, the big, panicked eyes, and the slightly open mouth that was always speechless. Anton found it was a priceless moment. Club Pericol Ch. 03 When the bras unhooked, Paige's strapless bra fell quickly to the floor, while Emma's remained on her shoulders, unable to contain her big tits that spilled out into view. Both girls quickly protested. "Uhh, Master," Paige started. "I didn't agree to being topless." "No, not that," Emma blurted, at the same time. Then chimed in, "Me either, Master," agreeing with Paige's assessment. "You both must know," began Anton, "or at least should have known, that all restrictions and limits apply only upstairs in the public club. Once you entered the elevator, all decisions regarding dress and activities were transferred to me, your Master." Ah, there was the look from both girls. Anton relished in the moment, watching the girls realize that they had lost control of the evening. No time to let them think though. Anton quickly cut Emma's bra straps, relieving her completely of the garment. He reached out and roughly mauled both girls boobs, taking particular joy in playing with Emma's oversized mammaries. Anton was a little jealous that they would soon belong to Victor, but decided to enjoy them while he could. Emma and Paige were horrified at this turn of events. Their adventurous night out at a tame BDSM club had suddenly evolved into a half naked assault. Anton saw them trying to grasp the situation, so decided to move on. Grabbing two pair of strong nipple clamps attached to a long chain, he quickly attached each girls tits to the same hook that held their hair aloft. The girls were now standing awkwardly on their toes, attached to the ceiling by a trifecta of body parts. He decided he had heard enough from the two for now, and decided to gag the pair. But he concluded a regular ball gag would not suffice. Paige was trying to fathom how she had gotten into this predicament. She thought everything was going as well as she could have hoped, but suddenly felt completely out of control, which was not a feeling she relished. When she saw her Master approach with a rubber penis, she was confused. However, the situation was quickly clarified as he pushed the penis into her mouth, and secured it with a strap, buckling it behind her head. The gag wasn't too bad, until Anton fiddled with the gag, and the penis in her mouth began to expand. By the time he was done, Paige's entire mouth was filled with the inflatable gag. Emma saw what Anton did to Paige, and knew she was going to get the same treatment as he approached with an identical gag. Before the girls had even gotten used to the uncomfortable gags, the humiliation continued. Emma felt her panties being pulled down her legs. Paige's g-string quickly followed. Anton took the opportunity to probe each girl's pussy. He was pleased that they were both fairly wet, betraying what he already assumed, that they were submissives at heart, and didn't completely hate what was happening to them. Yes, as usual, he had judged these girls well. Now both completely naked, the girls squirmed the little bit that their bonds would allow. They tried to watch Anton as he went to get something new, concerned over what else he could do to them. The answer was immediate as Anton held a leather thing with two phallic protuberances. "Spread your legs," Anton yelled, at Emma. Emma, scared to disobey, spread her legs. Anton pushed one of the dildos into her pussy, with the other inserted into her ass, drawing a pathetic whine from the defenseless girl. Emma's new pair of panties were then secured, holding the dildos that invaded her holes firmly in place. Paige saw what happened, and when Anton approached with her pair, she spread her legs without being asked. Paige didn't want to wear the panties that Anton was putting on her, but she wanted to anger Anton less. Paige closed her eyes and grimaced as she felt her holes filled to capacity, like nothing she had ever felt before. Anton stood back to admire his work. The first phase of physical domination was complete, and he could tell that he had succeeded in clouding their judgment. But it wasn't enough. Phase two required them to be much more thoroughly humiliated, and he had just the plan. *** Sabina led her two charges into the bar, each gagged, with elbows and wrists tied behind their backs. Cami and Katie felt the embarrassment of being put on display in a crowded bar. For two girls just looking for a little excitement before returning home to their mundane life, the experiment had spiraled badly out of control. Sabina was determined to make it much worse for them. Taking them to an unused end of the bar, Sabina tied each of the girls to a bar stool, fastened their arms over the back of the chair, with their feet bound to the back legs of the stool, which forced their legs apart, their most private parts exposed. Sabina left the girls on display, moving across the bar to sit with Victor who had her drink ready for her. "So how is it going with them?" Victor asked, as Sabina sat down. "We've gone from a little girl-girl fun, to a naked terror fest ," Sabina answered. "But me? I'm having the time of my life." "You're a little sick, and I like it," Victor said, admiring the budding new slaver. Looking over to where a crowd was gathering around the bound girls, he added, "They don't look too comfortable over there." "Trust me," Sabina replied. "They are totally humiliated right now. Completely out of their comfort zone, and way beyond their wildest expectations for the night." Victor nodded, watching the scene as a few patrons began touching the helpless girls. The girls were desperately looking at Sabina for rescue from the encroaching crowd. Victor smiled as he saw the girls' faces as they realized no help was coming. "Just like daddy said," Sabina continued, ignoring the scene around her slaves. "Wild ones like this need to be taken to the brink of their fantasies, then crushed. When they walked into the downstairs play room with me, they expected their dreams to come true. I gave them a peek at their wildest fantasies, then blitzed them with their wildest fears. All that's left is to destroy them with their worst nightmare." "And you think it's getting into their heads?" Victor asked. "Oh yea," Sabina confirmed. "Just like daddy said it would. We just need to finish them off with the big finale to make sure we have them. Trust me, they are not having any shred of fun or excitement right now." Victor glanced over to the end of the bar, where the crowd of men and women were now molesting every inch of the two bound playthings, with special attention to their big tits and juicy pussies. "And how has it gone with the others?" Sabina inquired. "We own Brittin," Victor explained. "As soon as we got her separated from her friends, she broke like a crystal vase dropped from the roof." "Nice," exclaimed Sabina. "And your father has the other two in the play room," Victor added. "We'll know more in a little while." "I think those two are ready for you to save them," Sabina calmly remarked, watching the crowd molest the bound prey. "Have fun with your performance," she added, sitting back to finish her drink. Victor nodded, and walked into the crowd. "That's enough, everybody," Victor announced. "Their Mistress is not done with them yet, as she has more fun planned for their visit." The crowd moaned a bit, but stepped away from the relieved girls. "But don't worry," Victor added. "She should be done with them in about an hour, and will bring them back down so you can fuck them before we send them home." Victor pretended to not notice the girls shrieks of protest and looks of desperation at his last comment. He just introduced himself, untied their feet and released them from their stools, and led them back to their private room. Cami was now desperate. Her time at the hands of the crowd was a nightmare, and she knew that Katie felt the same. The thought of being given back to that mob for sex was incomprehensible and could not occur. But now they were being led back by this stranger, still unable to speak through their tightly gagged mouths. Katie knew that Cami wanted out, just like she did. The scene in the bar was way over the top, and they had to find some way to end this ordeal. She was relieved when Victor untied her arms from the painful position behind her back. Even having them handcuffed in front of her was a huge improvement. Katie watched as Cami's arms were rebound as well. Victor led Sabina's slaves across the room to two chairs, each with a nine inch dildo protruding from the seat. The girls looked at the chairs, wondering the obvious question of where those dildos were going. They received a quick answer when Victor simultaneously slipped a petroleum jelly covered finger up each girls butt hole. Both girls jumped at the intrusion, but realized it was nothing compared to what was coming. "Have a seat, ladies," Victor said, with a snicker. "And you know what I mean." Cami reasoned that at least he provided a little bit of lube, as it could have been even worse. She reached down and guided the nine inch projectile up her ass, glancing at Katie, who was doing the same. Victor enjoyed the whimpering sounds the girls emitted, as they impaled themselves in the chairs. "Let's practice your sucking skills for later, when you return to the bar," Victor said, undoing his pants. " I know you already practiced your pussy licking with Sabina," he added, laughing openly at the abused slaves. Victor removed Katie's gag, and slipped his semi-erect dick into her mouth. Katie knew better than to disobey, so she accepted her fate, and soon had the dick at full mast. "Come on," Victor prodded. "You can do better than that. Get it farther into your mouth." Katie did a credible job, but was relieved when Victor moved to her friend's chair. "Your turn," Victor said, removing Cami's gag. Cami accepted Victor into her mouth, hoping he wouldn't come in her mouth. She lucked out when Sabina returned, and Victor pulled his dick out of her mouth. "I have them impaled for you, Sabina," Victor said, pointing out the obvious. "Great," Sabina proclaimed. "Now tie their arms to the chair as well so they can't move. I want to pierce their nipples to give them something tangible with which to fondly remember this night. Then we can take them back to the bar for a farewell gangbang." "Oh, Mistress, please no more," pleaded Cami, now conveniently ungagged, and able to volunteer for what Sabina was leading her into. "Mistress, me too," Katie begged, dreading the thought of pierced nipples and group sex. "I can't take any more. Please, Mistress." "Are you serious?" Sabina feigned amazement. "You aren't enjoying yourselves? But I thought we were having such an erotic time together." The girls continued to beg, "No more, please, please, Mistress." "But I owe you the full experience," Sabina lied. "The club rules require that I do my part and give you everything you signed up for. The only option would be to have you sign a release from the agreement you signed when you arrived. But if you did that, you would have to leave the club and your night would be over," she added, making it sound like a bad thing. "That's fine, I'll sign," Katie blurted. "Me too," Cami agreed. "Well, Victor," Sabina bemoaned. I guess I won't be needing your help after all. I will take them down and let them sign the release." "Very well," Victor said. "I will see you in the bar after they have left." "Are you sure you want to do this?" Sabina asked, still selling the ruse, as she led the girls into the office to sign the paperwork. "Yes," Cami insisted. "You were great, but it went a lot further than I expected. Waaay further!" Cami sat down and quickly signed the release that was placed in front of her. "Just read the verbal affirmation, and you are free from the club contract," Sabina said, sadly, despite the ecstatic emotions reverberating inside her head. " I, Cami Blake, being of sound mind and body, agree that of my own free will I release Club Pericol from the protection agreement." "Your turn, Katie," Sabina said, pointing to the seat. Katie just as quickly signed the release and said, "I, Katie Overton, being of sound mind and body, agree that of my own free will I release Club Pericol from the protection agreement." "Well, that's it girls," Sabina smirked. "You're done." Three down, two to go, Sabina thought to herself, as she picked up the signed contracts. The promised land was within sight. *** Paige was relieved when Anton released her ponytail from the ceiling hook. Next he removed the nipple clips, which was a mixed blessing. The cramps in her feet subsided as she no longer had to stand on her toes, but the blood rushing back into her nipples created a sting she had never felt on that part of her anatomy. Likewise, Emma gasped at the sting in her nipples when it was her turn to be released. "I think I need another drink," Anton announced, looking at the girls who were still tightly bound with their arms locked at their sides, inflatable gags filling their oral cavities, and sporting double dildo panties. "Would you like to say hello to the rest of the club members?" The girls' eyes and expression clearly communicated their displeasure with the idea, but being gagged as they were it was impossible to debate the pending decision. Therefore, it was a foregone conclusion that they would soon be displayed to a crowd, exhibiting their embarrassing bondage. Anton decided to add chains to each girl's ankles, hobbling their stroll to the bar. The trip to the bar took a bit longer with the new bondage, but eventually they arrived outside the door of the bar. Emma could hear the crowd inside, and wanted to crawl under a rock rather than be exposed in her current state. She tried to convince herself that it could have been worse. Without the leather panties and dildos, she would be naked. At least her pussy wasn't on display with the rest of her body. That all changed, suddenly. Just before entering the bar, Anton flipped a previously unseen switch he held, and the dildos inside the girls' orifices roared to life, proving that they were actually extremely potent vibrators. The girls shuffled into the throng of people, suddenly less worried about showing off their tits, and more worried about the vibrators stimulating their pussies. Anton sat them in the same seats that Katie and Cami has occupied just 45 minutes prior, and left to get his drink. As before, the crowd gathered around the two slaves. Emma's big tits proved to be extremely popular with men and women alike. However, Paige's little tits were not starved for attention, as there were plenty of volunteers to squeeze and tickle her sufficient B cups as well. Anton smiled as Paige's body began to twist in her chair. Her eyes squeezed shut, then opened wide. The sensations from the vibrators in both her pussy and ass, combined with the stimulation from the hands petting her boobs, brought her to a crushing orgasm. Anton watched, and said to himself, under his breath, "Yep, that is the level of humiliation we needed." Paige was beside herself. This moment was by far the worst thing that ever happened to her. She wanted to crawl under a rock, but instead could only sit while another orgasm began to stir inside her. Emma was not far behind her co-captive. She was ashamed to admit it, but the crowd's fondling of her huge boobs felt far better than it should have. Her own orgasm erupted, and her body contorted in ways that nobody could mistake for anything other than a moment of climax. The crowd cheered every orgasm they were able to elicit from the girls, only adding to their humiliation. They had become the playthings of the bar, with the patrons competing to see which girl they could make come more often. Anton sipped his martini, taking his time. Observing his prey, as they were driven to desperation. Just a bit longer, and he would rescue them. He knew they were almost ready. *** "Can you take off the handcuffs now?" Katie asked, as they left the office. "Not quite yet," Sabina said, not telling her now vanquished prey the entire story. "We can't leave the club yet, so I have to store you someplace safe for now." "Store us?" Cami asked, thinking the terminology odd. Sabina just smiled in response, opening the door to the playroom. As she entered, she handed Katie's leash to Victor, who was waiting patiently, hoping for good news. "She's all yours," Sabina told him, triumphantly. "Brittin!" Cami yelped, seeing her friend for the first time in hours. "Are you okay?" Brittin moaned softly into her gag, totally exhausted from standing in her uncomfortable bondage for so long. Brittin had figured out that something was seriously wrong, and she was praying her friends would find and help her. Now seeing Cami under the control of her captors, her hopes dipped a bit. "What have they done to you?" Cami asked rhetorically, realizing the gagged girl couldn't respond. Cami was in shock. Brittin was the strongest girl she knew, both physically and mentally. But her friend now stood before her, reduced to a slumping, bound rag doll. "Enough talking," barked Sabina, as she and Victor pulled their captives toward Brittin. Both girls could see that there were four empty bondage frames, and immediately realized they were destined for two of them. Moments later, their hands were chained overhead, and their legs were attached to a spreader bar. "Don't you make a pretty trio," Victor laughed. "Why are you doing this? Cami cried, in confusion. "We signed the release. Why can't we just leave? And why is Brittin here?" "Yes, you released the club from providing protection for you," Sabina clarified, somewhat. What happens next depends on what your two friends do, as they remain under the club's protection agreement. We shall see soon enough." With that, Sabina and Victor inserted ball gags into the mouths of the new slaves. "We need to let Anton know that these three are ready," Victor said to his partner. "Carly," Sabina called to her slave. "We need to take care of business. Please entertain our guests while we are gone. No talking, just do your job." "Yes, Mistress," Carly replied, knowing what her 'job' was and moving toward the closest girl to where she sat; Cami. Sabina and Victor laughed, as they left the room. With a purr, Carly let her hands roam Cami's body, paying extra attention to her breasts and pussy. She lightly licked Cami's cheek and neck, before working her tongue down to tantalize her tits. Cami shuddered at the seductive touch of her latest assailant. She tried to get her mind around what was happening, and why. Carly had been a fast learner on how to do her job. She was proficient at making her clientele, male or female, experience amazingly intense orgasms. Cami's body stood no chance to resist her skills. Then, as her Mistress had ordered, Carly would do her job two more times. *** As the Paige/Emma show continued, Victor and Sabina slipped into the bar, and joined Anton. "Quite the scene," Victor commented, watching the crowd bringing the two bound girls to climax once again. "Yes," Anton agreed. "I think they are almost primed for the kill. And the others?" "Signed, sealed and delivered," Sabina gleefully informed her father, proud once again of the professional job she had performed for him. "Excellent," Anton said approvingly, to the delight of Sabina. "Enjoy a drink, while I finish off these two. I will meet you in the playroom in a little while." With that, Anton rose from his seat to finish the task at hand.