Hannah's Awakening

tags: M/F, M/f, F/f, torture, bondage, anal, hanging, cons

 

disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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I stole a quick glance to my left, towards the clock hanging from the wall. He should be here any moment now. I rolled my shoulders, trying to ease the tension out of me, but it made little difference.

My knees hurt as I had been kneeling on the floor for the past hour, waiting for Him to come back. I had my back straight and arms folded behind me, just as he had instructed me.

A thick leather collar was around my neck, with a big steel ring on the front. Besides that, I was completely naked.

Minutes seemed to drag on forever in the silent apartment, but I knew better than to relax now.

Suddenly, I heard a key on the lock and the door opened. He came in, leaving his briefcase next to the door, and his keys on the small table by it. In his hands he had a big pizza box and the aroma of it filled the small room almost instantly. My stomach rumbled as I remember that my only meal that day had been a meager breakfast, almost 10 hours before.

He was smiling when he walked to me and I was relieved to see that his day at work had been good. A few times he had come back in a foul mood, and he had taken his anger on me. It hadn't been an experienced that I had enjoyed.

Once he was standing in front of me, he patted my head before asking me if I was hungry. I nodded once, as I was not supposed to talk if I could nod or point instead.

‘Wait for me in the dining room, I will be there in a minute.’ he said as he headed to the kitchen.

I dropped on my hand and then I crawled all the way into the dining room, wagging my ass as I went.

In the middle of the room there was a big dining table that had a single chair on one end. At either side of the chair there was a set of dog bowls, one made of stainless steel, and the other from plastic.

I kneeled next to the chair and facing the stainless steel bowl, as those were mine. As I waited, I looked down at them. One was empty and the other had water on it. I was also thirsty, but I didn't dare to drink without permission, so I stood still as I licked my dry lips.

Music started playing from the media center in one corner, and I struggled to remember the name of the singer. Her voice was sweet and melodious, but despite racking my brain I couldn't remember her name.

A few minutes later he came into the room, holding the pizza box in one hand, and a bottle of beer in the other.

He sat on the chair and then I looked at him. He smiled, patting me in the head before grabbing a slice. He poured himself some beer in a glass before eating the slice.

I felt my mouth watering as he chewed his pizza, but he paid no attention to me. Once he was done, he grabbed his phone while he sipped some beer. My mouth felt as dry as a desert as I watched him drink, but he was still ignoring me.

Just as my resolve was about to collapse, he looked at me smiling.

‘Are you hungry?’ he asked me, and I nodded.

He grabbed another slice and held it in front of my face. The smell was overwhelming, but I stood still.

‘Eat.’ he ordered me as he smiled.

I took a bite, relishing the taste of the melted cheese and the tomato sauce. It had a lot of garlic, just how I liked it and I chewed it slowly as I savored it. Bite after bite, I finished the slice while he held it in front of me.

Once I was finished, he had another one himself before giving me a second slice. I ate in silence, content at being fed by him while the music played. Halfway up the second slice, he told me to drink, and I lowered my head until my face was over my bowl.

I lapped at the water, trying to drink as much as possible but I failed miserably. When I rose, water ran down my chin and onto my breasts, but he didn't seem to care.

As I was finishing my second slice, something started buzzing to our side.

He turned towards the noise, and I looked at Jennifer as she hung from the wall.

She was wearing a tight latex suit that covered all her body, while thick leather straps held her to the wall, completely immobilized. A leather hood covered her head, with only two small holes over her nose for her to breath.

I could see her body pulling with force as she tried to move, but the straps held her firmly in place. Between her legs, I could see the cables that connected the dildos he had placed inside her cunt and her asshole.

They were set to vibrate every 30 minutes, and had been on for 10 hours so far. I couldn't begin to imagine the exhaustion she must have felt, but he just looked at his watch before grabbing another slice.

I looked away, waiting for another slice, but he had other plans.

He pushed his chair back a little, and I knew the signal.

I crawled under the table and then kneeled between his legs. After opening his zipper, I took his cock out. It felt warm in my hands and I wasted no time taking it to my mouth. I swallowed it all until I felt his head on my throat, and then started sucking again as my tongue played with it.

I kept blowing him as he ate slowly, one of his hands resting on my head as he guided my movements. I gagged a couple of times when he pushed himself to fast, but I kept going.

After finishing another slice, he grabbed my head with both hands before pulling me towards him.

Unfortunately, I knew that he liked to feel himself in my throat, so I readied myself as his cock went deeper and deeper into me. Finally, with one hard pull I felt his cock bending down my throat.

I gagged as the head of his cock pressed against the back of my throat, but soon the feeling lessened and I relaxed. Drool escaped my mouth as he fucked me slowly, using my throat as if it were a cunt. A warm feeling spread down my body and I started moaning in pleasure.

I reveled in the feeling of fullness it gave, even as my lungs started burning. I placed my hand around my neck, feeling it expand as he pushed himself in me. It wasn't long before I started gagging on it, and soon I felt my stomach twisting and retching.

After a few seconds, her increased his rhythm and I heard him moaning in pleasure as he came, filling my throat with his cum. He held me in place for what felt like an eternity while tears ran down my face, before her let me go.

By the time he pulled himself out of me, my cunt was wet and sticky. I wanted to touch myself, but I knew I couldn't so I placed my hands over my thighs as I breathed deeply, my cunt burning as if it were on fire.

I waited under the table for a few minutes until he told me to come out. As I crawled from under it, I could see him smiling at me.

‘Do you want some desert?’ he asked me as he pulled his cock inside his pants again.

Once more, I nodded and he told me to stay there before leaving for the kitchen. Behind me, the buzz finally died. I could hear her moaning and the leather creaking as her body collapsed on the straps again

My mouth felt sticky after the blowjob, and I looked at my bowl as I tried to hear where he was, but before I could drink, he came back.

He had a bowl of ice cream in one hand, and my leash on the other. He clicked the leash on my collar before turning around towards the living room.

Once there, he ordered me to rest, so I sat on the floor, my legs crossed in front of me and my hands resting on my thighs. He laid the leash over his legs before turning on the TV.

Breaking Bad started playing on the screen while he ate slowly, savoring every spoonful. Once in awhile he would give me some to try, and I would always lick the spoon clean.

We finished the bowl quickly and then sat there watching the show. I rested my head against him and he played with my hair, stroking it softly.

I lost myself in the felling, not paying attention to the show, and before I knew it was finished.

He got up, and taking the leash, he took me outside to the balcony. I could feel the cold night air over my naked body as I looked out over the city.

The railings were glass panels, so even from the floor I could see all around us, but luckily most buildings were far away and I didn't think anyone would notice me.

We stood outside, enjoying the view for a few moments, until he unclipped my leash. I breathed deeply, to steady myself before I crawled to one of the corners.

I kneeled on the floor with my knees apart. I placed my hands behind my head, and tilted my head back before I opened my mouth. He stood by the railings, looking out, and the longer he waited, the harder I trembled.

Finally, he turned around and walked to me. He stood above, looking into my eyes as he opened his fly. He took his cock out again and then pointed it at me, but this time it was soft.

Without a word, he started peeing into my mouth, filling it in seconds. He stopped, and I swallowed it without hesitation. It tasted awful, and I knew that the taste would linger in my mouth for a long time, but it wasn't the first time that he used me like this.

He started peeing again, always being careful to aim into my mouth, as he probably wanted to use me later and the stench of piss in my face wouldn't be pleasant. Like before, he would fill my mouth, and then I would swallow.

I made it almost to the end before I started retching. My stomach twisted painfully inside me and I dropped my head as I tried to hold everything inside. For a moment I tasted bile in my mouth, but I managed to swallow it down.

After a moment, I recovered and I raised my head back up. He was waiting for me, his cock in his hand and his eyes on mine. I nodded slightly and we continued as before.

After a minute, he was finished. I took him into my mouth as I sucked the last few drops of piss from the tip of his cock. He got hard as I sucked him, but he pulled out of my mouth and lead me inside again after patting me in the head.

He clipped the leash again and I crawled behind him until we were back in the living room. Once we were next to my mom, he dropped the leash to the floor and told me to stay still.

He unplugged the cables from the dildos, and started undoing all the straps that held her in place.

Her head hung limply from her body, and I assumed she had passed out. After he removed the last strap holding her chest to the wall, she fell forward. He caught her in his arms, before heading into the bedroom.

I followed them inside, but waited by the door as he laid her body onto the bed.

Slowly, he took of the leather hood that covered her head. Her hair clung to her head, wet with sweat and I could smell her from where I stood. The mixture of her sweat and the leather was strangely arousing to me.

Turning her around, he undid the zipper in the back of the suit, before peeling it off her body. Her skin was also soaked in sweat, and I wondered how much weight she had lost during her punishment.

I bit my lower lip as I watched him undoing the final straps from her body. Red marks showed where they had been, but her skin looked pale and waxy.

Jenifer was 47 years old, 2 years older than James, but her body was in great shape. Her waist was still slim and taut, and her breasts were small but firm. Like me, her cunt was shaved completely, and I could see her lips parting as he took out the big dildo from her.

He dropped it on the floor, and I watched it glistening under the lights.

The plug in her ass was way bigger than any I had ever used, and it made a popping sound as it left her stretched asshole. Still unconscious, he laid her in the bed as he went into the bathroom.

I could hear the bathtub filling as I watched her chest, raising slowly as she breathed.

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I had met James a few years ago in a bar just the day I turned 17. My friends had taken me this hip bar on the far side of town to celebrate, and as a dare they had told me to pick up an older man. After having way too many drinks, I was more than ready to try.

I looked around for a few minutes before picking him. He looked old enough to be my dad, but he was very handsome. I approached him drunkenly, and with the subtlety of a sledge hammer told him that I gave very good blowjobs.

After he had finished laughing, he bought me a drink and told me to sit with him.

We ended up fucking in his car that same night, and I remember the pain I felt as he fucked my ass for the first time. I had told him no, but he hadn't cared one bit as I screamed in pain under him.

While he had seemed like a nice, caring guy when we talked, he had turned into a beast when he fucked me, and I ended up sore and covered in bruises.

After that, he took me to his home, and gave me a bath. It was the first time a man had done something like that to me, and I didn't know what to think. On one hand, my ass was still sore from the way he had fucked me, but on the other I couldn't help to feel loved as he tenderly washed my body.

We started dating after that. He would take me out a few times a week, and we always ended up having sex. Like the first time, he would use my body as he pleased, fucking my cunt, my ass and my throat whenever he wanted, only to give me a massage or a bubble bath afterwards.

A month into the relationship, I took him home to meet my mom.

My dad had left us when I was little, so my mom hadn't had an easy time raising me. She had to work two jobs at times, but she was always there for me. I always saw her as a strong and independent woman, and I respected her opinions, so I was a bit nervous as I stood by a man 30 years older than me.

She never said a word about it, and we had a pleasant dinner, talking about his job as a contractor and how she had raised me all alone. By the end of the night they were talking like two old friends.

Relieved at having passed that test, I surrendered myself completely to him. I moved into his apartment the next day, and he laid various rules to me.

I would still go to school, but after I got home I would wait for him, naked and collared by the front door. I was not allowed to masturbate and I would obey all his orders. He also forbid me from talking to him unless he told me too, and soon I was reduced to being his pet.

Far from being outraged, I felt strangely grateful for it, and I followed his orders completely.

We had sex every day, and he took me one step further every night, pushing me farther and farther into a world I didn't even knew existed. Some things were harder for me to learn, though. I still remember the first time he peed on me and how I had broken down, crying in shame.

He held me until I had calmed again, but he was also firm. A few minutes later he was doing it again, until I was covered in his urine. I can also remember the stench, and how I had pucked a few times the first time he made me swallow.

Then, two weeks ago, he bought me a custom made leather corset. After he had laced it behind me, I stood in front of the mirror. The corset was cut short, ending just under my breasts and above my pelvis. The black leather shone under the light and I trailed my fingers over it, feeling the texture.

It made it hard for me to take deep breaths, but after a while I could move around almost as before.

After putting on some stockings and a pair of high heel that locked around my ankles, he led me to the door.

He picked up a black fabric blindfold from the table by the door, and after securing it around my eyes, he led me outside.

I was shaking in panic as we walked down the hallways, but we arrived at his car without bumping into anyone. I settled in the car, feeling the leather seats against my naked ass, and I breathed a sigh of relief as he closed the door.

Once he was in, he handcuffed my hands to the handle over the passenger side door, and we drove off into the city. I knew his car had tinted windows, so I relaxed a little as he drove around the town.

After a few minutes, we stopped and he led me outside. I felt the cold wind running over my body and I knew we were outside, but I had no idea as to where we were. I could only hope that no one I knew would recognize me as I trembled in fear.

We walked a few meters until we entered a house and I heard a door closing behind me.

Without a word, he led me around the house as I tried to listen to every little sound. We stopped after a few moments, and he told me to kneel. I could feel a plush carpet under my knees, and as I breathed deeply, I thought I recognized the perfume I smelled.

I heard him sitting on a couch a few meter from me, and then I heard a zipper opening. Moments later, I could hear someone sucking his cock.

My heart stopped for a second as I realized that another woman was sucking him. I could hear him moaning in pleasure in front of me, and I wanted to take the blindfold off to see her.

‘Hannah’ he said to me. ‘Stay still, no matter what. Understood?’

I debated for a second what to do. I wondered if I had the balls to get up and leave, but I couldn't lie to myself. I felt betrayed, but I also realized that I didn't want this to end. I nodded towards him as I listened to her moaning as she blowed him.

‘I want you to meet someone. She will be joining us in the apartment’ he said, and I nodded stupidly again.

‘She will be like a sister to you, but since you have been with me for longer, you will be above her’

When he said that, I thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad. I imagined himself forcing her to do the things he had done to me, and a deep and perverted part of me found it strangely erotic. I wondered how she looked, and for the first time the idea of him forcing me onto her crossed my mind.

I had never laid with another woman, but after all he had done to me, the idea of a lesbian relationship didn't sound so alien as before.

I realized he was talking to me, but I hadn’t been paying attention.

‘I asked you, if you were willing to share our relationship with another woman?’ he asked me.

And that was it. The big question. I wasn't sure about it, but the thought of ending what I had with him terrified me. After only a few months together, I had become completely dependent on him.

My mind raced as I tried to think of what could happen, but in the end I knew the only answer I could give him

Nodding in resignation, I waited for him to talk again, but he only grunted in acceptance.

I could hear him picking up his speed like he did with me when he wanted to cum, and I could imagine his cock burying itself into her throat. Soon I heard her gagging and I smiled.

Moments later, he moaned loudly as he came inside her. His cock made a wet sound as it left her mouth and then I could hear her breathing deeply, obviously glad that it was over.

‘Take of you blindfold’ he ordered me.

I raised my hands to my face, pulling the fabric up. The light was bright and I had to close my eyes for a second, but soon they had adjusted and I could see again.

He was sitting naked on an old couch, his cock glistening with saliva, while my mom was kneeling in front of him. She also wore a leather corset, identical to mine.

I gasped in surprise, shocked to see my mom like that. Tears threatened to come, but I wiped my eyes before they could.

Seeing my state, he walked up to me, standing between me and her. He kneeled down, and asked me to think how it changed anything of what had happened.

I was trembling with rage. I felt humiliated and used by both of them. How could he do this to me? I though. I wanted to kick him, to slap her face, but I just couldn't. If the price to be with him was this, then I would have to pay it.

After that, we took our mom to the apartment with us. She rode in the trunk, naked, while I rode in the passenger seat again.

On the way home he explained to me that she would be one step lower than me, and that while we would both be his slaves, if he had to leave us alone, I would be in charge.

Strangely, the more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea, and it wasn't long before I realized that I wanted to try it out.

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That had been two weeks ago, and I didn't regret my decision. While he kept degrading and humiliating me, mom got the worst punishments in the house.

It wasn't strange for him to tie her up for 12 hours like she had been today, or to flog her violently for disobeying him. Strangely, she had told me once that even after all he did to her, she was happier than she had ever been.

He had shown her a side of herself that no even her knew. A side that craved to be controlled, and to be abused to the point where her mind broke. She said that only then she was truly free.

During those two weeks I had seen her shaking in pain, her skin broken and bleeding, pleading for mercy, but when he was finished, she would always smile as she thanked him.

He had also forced us onto each other, and while it had been humiliating to eat my mother’s cunt out the first time, I now found it wildly erotic, even if I couldn't admit it.

When he returned to the room, he picked her up from the bed, holding her head against his chest. He nodded at me to follow him, and once again I crawled behind him. I waited by the doorway as he lowered her into the bathtub.

I could see her body relaxing as the warm water eased her tortured body. After a while, she opened her eyes and begged him for some water.

Taking a glass from the sink, he gave her some water. She drank two glasses before she fell asleep again. Lovingly, he gave her a bath, rubbing her body clean. After he was done, he took her out of the water, and dried her off as she swayed on her feet.

I watched them with envy, even while I could still see the red marks on her skin.

Once again, her picked her up and carried her towards the foot of the bed, but this time he went straight for her cage.

One of my privileges, was that I slept with him most of the time. Mom had a small cage, barely long enough for her to stretch her body, at the foot of our bed. At night, he would lock her inside it and he would sometimes fuck me while I sat over it.

He opened the door with one foot before laying her inside. He placed a pillow under her head before cuffing her hands above her and then he locked the door with a padlock.

He rose, breathing out deeply as he did. He smiled at me, causing my blood to freeze, but he said nothing as he turned around.

From the closet, he brought a few item that he laid on the bed. My leather corset and a set of butterfly clamps, a leather arm binder, a pair of leather ballet boots and a pair of black lacy panties.

He pointed at the floor in front of him and I rose from the floor, walking towards it. Turning around, I gave my back to him.

With practiced ease, he slipped the corset on me, tightening the laces one by one until it was wrapped tightly around my chest. With my breast bare, he closed the butterfly clamps over my nipples, tightening them until they turned white.

I bit my lips as the pain flared in my breasts, but I remained quite.

He then told me to sit on the bed while he took my feet one by one before he slipped the ballet boots on, lacing them tightly. I had worn them a few times before, and while I could walk easily� on them now, wearing them for more than a few hours was very painful.

After he was done, he made me stand up again. My feet started to hurt almost immediately as my whole weight rested on my toes, but it soon turned into a dull ache.

He made me turn again, before the put on the arm binder. Of all the things I had to wear for him, this was probably the worst. The leather closed tightly around my arms, forcing my elbows together and pulling my shoulders back.

Finally, he took the panties from the bed, dangling them in front of my face.

Looking at me, he shook his head before grabbing the anal plug he had taken from my mom’s ass.

He placed it in front of me, and I could immediately feel the musky aroma of her ass. I was disgusted as I took it into my mouth, licking it and covering it in saliva. After a few moments, he made me turn around, bending me at the waist until my face rested on the cage and my ass was up in the air.

I felt him placing the tip of the plug over my asshole and I instinctively clenched as I waited for the pain, even though I knew it would only make it worse.

He slowly pushed it inside me, stretching my asshole until the pain flared in my mind. It felt to last forever until the widest part crossed my sphincter, which closed behind it, locking it in place.

I trembled as the pain overwhelmed me for a moment, but I closed my mouth shut, not wanting to get punished.

Luckily, the notch at the base was thinner, and the pain eased a bit until it felt like a burning sensation. Even then I felt uncomfortably full as the plug stretched my intestines.

Finally, he slipped the panties on and I was ready.

Grabbing my leash, he lead me to the front door of the apartment, where the covered my eyes with a blindfold.

‘Do you want to go out tonight?’ he asked me.

I shook my head, as I had a pretty good idea of what he had in mind.

‘What a shame!’ he said laughing, before opening the front door. He led me towards the elevators while my heart beat furiously inside my chest as it was just a matter of time before one of our neighbors happened to open his door while we were waiting.

Luckily, I escaped once again, and in the relative safety of the elevator we got down into the underground garage.

We walked to his car, but instead of hearing the door open, I heard the trunk.

I took a step back in fear, as I didn't like traveling inside the trunk, but he pulled from my leash until I surrendered. He helped me get up, until I was kneeling inside it. He then pushed my head down until my breasts were resting on my knees, and then he closed the trunk.

Inside, every sound from the car was deafening and the darkness was absolute. Worst of all, tied as I was, I had nothing to hold onto, so every time the car moved I would slide around, bumping into the sides.

I could still taste my mother ass in my mouth, and from time to time I would slide backwards, bumping my plug into the side and making me gasp in pain.

The ride felt eternal to me, and I was soon covered in sweat despite the cold. The air inside felt thick and the butt plug started to hurt more and more with every minute I spent trapped. I almost cried in joy when the car stopped and the engine finally died.

After a few moments, he opened the trunk, and fresh air rushed in.

He helped me to get out of the trunk, and I stretched my legs as he closed it.

I stood still next to him as my legs felt weak and it was hard enough to walk on the ballet boot without feeling dizzy.

Once again, I felt him pulling the leash as he walked away, and I had no choice but to follow him. I could feel the plug inside my ass with every step I took, making it even harder to keep my balance.

Soon, I could hear loud music playing ahead of us, and I shivered as I remembered my last visit to The Club.

He stopped suddenly, and a deep male voice asked him for his name.

‘Mr. James’ he said coldly.

The man grunted in acceptance and he opened the door. Electronic music hit me like a train as we crossed the door, and I could feel beating inside my chest.

Blind as I was, I could only hear and smell what was around me. The music was deafening, but behind it I could also listen to people talking, and a few women moaning, either in pain or in pleasure, I couldn't tell.

The place stank of alcohol and sex, and even if I couldn't see, I could imagine all the men leering at me as I walked behind him. I felt my cheeks burning prayed no one I knew was here tonight.

When we stopped, he took of the blindfold, and I looked around.

The place looked just as I remembered. The main area was a big room without windows. The light was very low inside, and along the black walls colored lights shone in random angles. A long bar stood on one side, and two long stages with poles at the ends stood on the opposite side. One stage was empty right now, but on the other a girl was dancing.

She was completely naked except for her collar, and I could see herself grinding her pussy against the steel pole. As the beat from the music changed, she rose and started licking her own juices from it.

The floor between the stages and the bar had a few tables and on the other walls, I could see a line of couches.

For such a big place, there wasn't a lot of people, but I could see a couple dozen men. Most had girls with them, in various stages of nudity and bondage.

Besides them, I could see a few of waitress, also naked except for a corset and heels. They had their hands tied behind the backs, so the trays were fixed in front of them. Butterfly clamps were securely tightened to their nipples and the edges of the trays hung from them.

As last time, all men wore mask of different kinds, and as I turned I saw that James wore a simple white mask that left his mouth and his eyes exposed.

We were on one side of the room, and James took seat in one of the couches.

I kneeled besides him, and he placed his hand over my head. Unlike at home, the floor here was dirty and I could feel it sticky against my skin.

It wasn't long before one of the waitress came to see us. From up close I could see the clamps that held the tray to her nipples and I couldn't imagine how they could do it for long, even as I felt my own clamps torturing my breast.

James ordered a drink for him and some water for me. The girl nodded before returning to the bar. I watched as the bartender, a skinny man in his late 20’s, made the drink before placing it on her try. Then the grabbed a bowl from behind him, filling it with water before also placing it on the tray.

She walked slowly towards us, holding still for James to pick up the drink and the bowl which he placed on the floor in front of me.

The girl left and I watched her ass swinging from side to side as she walked away.

On the stage, another girl started dancing, but unlike the last one, she was wearing an uncomfortable looking posture collar and ballet boots.

She walked stiffly on the stage, and I remembered the first times I had wore mine. I had fallen many times before I managed to walk gracefully in them.

Sitting beside me, James kept petting me, and despite the cold and dirty floor I was quite comfortable. My butt plug was just a dull ache on the back of my mind and the boots were not so uncomfortable if I didn't put any weight on them

After a few moments, another girl approached us. Unlike me, she wore a mask of white porcelain that covered her upper face completely. Behind it, she had tied her brown hair into a ponytail.

Besides the mask, she was wearing fishnets that went under her black panties and black leather platform boots that covered her ankles. Silver earrings hung from her ears and a simple silver chain was closed around her neck.

I looked at her perfect body with envy. Her breasts were much bigger than mine but they still stood firmly in front of her, and her nipples were dark and small.

Unlike the waitresses that walked fearfully, she walked with confidence around the men and no one seemed to leer at her. Once she was in front of us, she bowed deeply towards James.

‘Hello, Sir’ she said to him. ‘Is everything to your liking?’

‘Perfect, thank you’ he said, smiling warmly at her.

She smiled too, her cherry red lips shining under the dim lights of the room, before pointing at me.

‘Will you enter her tonight, Sir?’ she asked and my blood froze.

While I knew that the clients could put their slaves in the stage, he hadn't done it before with me. The thought of being up there terrified me, as some of the shows were quite brutal.

Despite my nervousness, I stood rigidly still besides him, not daring to turn for a look at his face.

‘Mmmmm� yes, I think I will.’ he said, and I gasped.

‘Excellent, Sir. Are there any limits for her?’ the woman asked as he handed my leash to her.

I could feel his eyes on the back of my neck before he answered her.

‘Yes, nothing permanent, do not remove her butt plug and don't beat her, unless she disobeys an order.’

She nodded once before pulling from the leash and forcing me onto my feet. I turned around briefly and saw him sipping his drink and checking his phone.

Without another word, she led me towards the back of the stages, were a single unmarked door stood. Another man was guarding it, and he opened it for us without a word as we approached it.

Behind it there was a long hallway with many doors. Most were closed, but a few were open and as we passed by I could see a few girls readying themselves for the stage.

She led me to the last door on the hallway, and after knocking twice, she opened the door.

Two girls were waiting inside, both naked except for their heels and their collars. They rapidly stood up as we entered, and they bowed their heads at her.

She repeated James’s instructions to them, before telling them to get me ready for the stage. Then she simply left, closing the door behind her.

The girls started to work on me without a word. They took my arm binder off, and I stretched my sore muscles, enjoying the momentary freedom.

It was short lived though, as they soon locked two thick leather cuffs around my wrists, locking them together in front of me.

After that, they tied my long brown hair into a long ponytail behind my head, pulling my hair tightly until my scalp was burning. Finally, they touched up my simple makeup, adding way more than what I was used to so it would be more visible from far away.

Once they were done, they waited in silence, looking at me as I tried to calm myself by breathing deeply.

A few minutes later, the same woman as before came in and lead me by the leash along the hallway and into the back of the stages. She removed the leash as we arrived, and stood there waiting for me. From behind the curtain the music kept pounding my skull, as I readied myself.

After a few minutes, I heard people cheering behind the curtain, and a girl appeared from behind the curtains. She was obviously crying, and I saw her walking limply as she headed down the hallway.

I looked at the woman's mask, trying to find sympathy but her eyes were dead cold behind it. I cried softly as I thought about what to do, but I knew it was useless.

I breathed deeply again, and soon I felt a little better, if not less afraid.

Determined to avoid punishment and not wanting to disappoint him, I walked out as the presenter said my name.

As I stepped from behind the curtains, I saw all the lights aiming at me and I was blinded for a second. I wavered on my feet, cursing those damned boots, but I regained my balance and walked forwards to the end of the stage. Once there, I grabbed the pole and started dancing.

While I wasn't a pro, I had taken a few classes a few years ago and I could give a pretty decent show. I lost myself in the rhythm as the music played and I remembered some of the moves.

From time to time, I would look around, pleased to see that most of the clients were looking at me.

The plug in my ass made things a bit hard, as it pushed itself painfully inside me every time I pressed my ass against the pole, but I was soon enjoying the discomfort as I grinded my crotch against the pole.

Without warning, the music changed into a heavy metal track I couldn't recognize. I stopped, hooking one leg around the pole as I looked back at the beginning of the stage, fearing the worst.

From behind the curtain, a huge man came out. He was wearing a full leather gimp suit that covered all his body, leaving only two slits for his eyes and his crotch exposed.

I swallowed nervously as people cheered him, and he walked slowly towards me, his steps shaking the stage under my feet.

He grabbed one of my hands, pulling me away from the pole and making me stand in front of him.

He must have been at least 6'3?, and well over 300 pound, even though he wasn't fat. My head barely reached his chest, and I could feel heat coming off him as if he were on fire.

I started trembling as I looked down at his cock. It was as thick and long as my forearm, and blue veins bulged on its skin. It was also wet, but I couldn't tell with what.

He placed one of his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down until I kneeled in front of him. His cock ended up in front of my face and I opened my mouth wide, trying to accommodate him.

With a lot of effort, I swallowed it halfway down its length before the head hit my throat. Afraid I would choke, I pulled out and started sucking it. All I could see in front of me was his huge belly, and the smell of sweat and leather.

His cock felt hot in my mouth but at least it was clean. Around us, people were laughing and booing at me, probably disappointed by my performance.

Without warning, I felt his hands on the back of my neck, pushing my head towards him. I pushed against him as hard as I could but it made no difference. His cock slowly buried itself in my mouth until it hit the back of my throat, and then I had no choice but to twist my neck as it kept going past it.

I panicked as I found I could not breathe, but he kept pushing until my face was pressed against his body. In banged my fists against his thighs, but it was like hitting a wall.

I could feel my throat being stretched by his cock as tears ran down my face. One of his hands left my head and landed on my throat where he started rubbing it, as if he were masturbating his cock over my neck. People laughed and applauded his antics, as my lungs screamed in agony and tears ran freely down my eyes.

I gagged as his cock left my throat and I started coughing violently. I collapsed on the floor, long streams of saliva and mucus falling from my face as I filled my lungs with fresh air again, crying hysterically.

I looked around us, trying to smile as people applauded us. I saw a couple of slaves being choked like I had been, their arms flailing in the air as they fought to breath.

I was still trying to recover when he grabbed one of my ankles, twisting it until I was face down on the floor. I was somewhat relieved to remember James orders, as I knew that I wouldn't be able to accommodate him on my ass without breaking it.

Even then, that still left him my cunt open, and I felt him rubbing himself against it. I clenched in reflex, as I wasn't very wet, but it made no difference to him. Pushing with his whole weight, he forced himself inside me, inch by inch until I was screaming in agony.

I tried to escape forward, but his two hands landed on my shoulder, pulling me towards him.

It wasn't long before I felt his body against me, his weight crushing me onto the floor, and making it hard to breath. I grunted in pain as I felt my cunt being stretched, and every single movement he made send shivers down my spine.

With his cock and the anal plug inside me at the same time, I felt uncomfortably full. He went slowly at first, as my cunt was too tight even for him, but soon I loosened up and he picked up his pace.

Once I got used to the pain, I started to enjoy the sensation. My cunt dribbled with juices as my body reacted to him, and soon I lost myself in the sensation as people cheered all around me.

I tried to turn my head around to look for James, but he grabbed my hair and pushed my face against the floor.

My breasts, still with the clamps on, rubbed against the wooden floor, pulling my nipples and making me gasp in pain.

As pleasure rose inside me, I lowered my hands towards my cunt and started fingering myself. I dug my fingernails deeply on my clit, relishing the sensations it gave me.

Unashamed, it wasn't long until I was moaning loudly in pleasure. Just as I craved the way James used my body, I was also enjoying the humiliation of being roughly fucked in front of all this people.

I felt his other hand on my ass as he slapped me a couple of time until I could feel it burning, and then he took it up to my neck. He slipped it under me, closing it around my throat and crushing it between his fingers.

I moaned again, this time in pain, as I tried to breath, but I couldn't. My head felt heavy as blood accumulated in it and my vision became blurry.

With one final push, he buried himself fully inside me before he came. I felt his cum filling me, and the sensation was enough to push me over.

My body convulsed under him as I came violently. My mind went white and I couldn't hear or see anything around me.

When I came back, he was standing over me, screaming wildly. He grabbed me by my hair as I tried to stand up, sending even more pain to my aching head. Once I was standing next to him, he turned me around and pointed to the floor.

I must have peed myself when I came, as there was a pool of urine were I had been lying.

Pushing me down again, he pressed my face against it and I started licking the floor in fear as he screamed in my ears.

He let go of me, but I kept going, afraid that he would lose control, orders or no orders. I retched as I licked my pee from the dirty floor, feeling the grit on my tongue.

People laughed at me again, and I could feel my face burning in shame.

After what seemed an eternity, he too started laughing before the lifted me from the ground. He raised my arms into the air before bowing towards our audience. He slapped my ass once, making me jump and then turned around, disappearing behind the curtain.

I stood on the stage, trembling in exhaustion, my sore cunt leaking his cum and my ass painfully full. I could see several bruises on my body and my face was soaked in piss.

As people's interest in me started to dwindle, the lights dimmed and the music returned.

Slowly, I walked back to the curtain, trying to keep my balance despite the pain. My cunt hurt with every step I took and I felt light headed.

Once I was behind it, the woman that had taken me appeared from nowhere. She had my leash in one hand, which she clipped on my collar before walking away without a word.

I followed her as fast as I could on my boots, and she lead me into the main area again where James was waiting for me.

He was grinning when we arrived, and he stood up, grabbing the leash from the woman.

‘The house thanks you for your generous contribution to the show, Sir.’ she said to him, bowing again.

‘It was my pleasure.’ he said to her, before asking for my arm binder. After telling him that it would be waiting for us by the door, she bowed again before returning to the bar.

He stood looking at me, and I suddenly felt ashamed. I stank of piss and my thighs had the gimp's cum drying on them.

‘You need to clean yourself up before we leave. I don't want you messing up the car.’ he said, leading me towards the toilets.

Unlike most places, the bathroom there was mixed. Inside, the light was bright and the place was spotless clean.�

By the door there were a few sinks and after crossing a partition you could find the cubicles and the urinals. The first urinal two urinals had caught my attention the first time I had seen them. They had a cut out in front, kind of like the sinks hairdressers use to wash your head.

A girl would kneel with her back to the wall, and after placing her neck there, they would lock her in place. A ring gag would be placed on her mouth, forcing it open and leaving it exposed for anyone that wanted to piss down her throat. It was a cruel form of punishment, I shuddered every time I thought about them.

Only one of them was occupied now, and a petite blonde girl looked at us with fear in her eyes as we entered.

Her wet hair was plastered over her face and it was obvious that she had been used a few times before. Her hands were tied behind her and her neck was locked to the urinal, but she still tried to move away from us. I was horrified at how young she looked.

Luckily for her, James had other plans and he took me towards one of the sinks.

He stood by as I grabbed a few paper napkins, and after wetting them, I cleaned my thighs and my crotch as much as I could. Once I was clean enough, I washed my face and my hair on the sink.

I dried my hair as best as I could with the paper towels, but I was still dripping wet when I surrendered. I could feel the cold water dripping over my breast as I stood in front of the mirror.

Just as we were leaving, a fat man in a tuxedo entered through the door. He leered at me before looking at James, who looked coldly back at him.

The man dropped his head in fear before he walked past us in silence, and thought how lucky I was that he had accompanied me inside.

My heart froze inside me as I heard him laughing when he found the girl. She screamed in panic through her gag, but James led me outside without stopping, and the door closed behind us.

When we were back in the main area, I saw that two girls were on the main stage. A small red haired girl was tied to one of the poles, her hands high above her head and a spreader bar around her ankles. Behind her, a chubby brunette with huge breast, was holding a bamboo cane in her hands.

As I watched, the chubby girl swung the cane toward the other girls back. Even from where we stood, I could hear the air whizzing past it. When it hit her flesh, the girl let out a piercing scream that filled the room. She started crying almost immediately, but the other girl hit her again and again.

I stood paralyzed, watching the brutal punishment that girl was receiving. She started begging for mercy just as James pulled my leash, taking me towards the front door.

Once there, they handed him my arm binder, and we left the club straight for the car.

The cold air in the garage made me shiver, but I felt safer once we were outside.

On the way back I sat on the passenger side, and James turned on the heating for me. I was grateful for it as I relaxed on the leather seats.

The drive home was uneventful but he remained silent the whole way, as images of the girl in the bathroom flashed through my mind.

As before, we managed to get to the apartment without seeing anyone, and when the door closed behind me I breathed deeply.

He led me to the bathroom, before leaving me alone as the tub filled with warm water. When he came back, he was naked except for his boxers.

Once the tub was filled, he undressed me slowly. When he took my corset off, I realized how much harder it was to breath with it ok. I breathed deeply as I looked at the red mark it had left on my chest.

He made me sit on the toilet before removing the boots one by one, and I wiggled my toes free once they were off.

After taking off the leather cuffs from my wrists, he made me rest my hands on the wall while I bowed, exposing my ass to him. My hair, free of the ponytail, hung around my face like a curtain.

I could feel one of his hand on my ass, caressing my skin, when the other started pulling out the plug. It hurt less coming out that what it had hurt coming in, as my asshole had gotten a bit looser, but I still gasped in pain when the thickest part stretched my sphincter fully.

He dropped it on the floor, and taking my hand, he led me to the tub.

I lowered myself slowly into the warm water, moaning in pleasure as it relaxed my sore muscles. Once I was fully submerged, he sat next to me.

For the next half our he washed my body, massaging every inch of my skin. He lathered my body slowly, cleaning my neck, my breast and my legs. Pushing me slowly, he made me curl forward before he started working on my back.

He washed my hair using a thick shampoo that smelled strongly of almonds, and I was lost in pleasure as he massaged my head using his hands.

Once he deemed me clean enough, he told me to stand up. He detached the shower head from the wall, pushing it against my cunt as he tried to clean as much of the gimp’s cum as possible.

Once he was finished, her rinsed me off with warm water. After draining all the dirty water, he filled the tub again, and left me soaking in the bathroom with the lights dimmed.

I relaxed myself fully while I tried to remain awake, as I was sure that this wasn't the end of the night. My fingers played with my collar while my other hand danced over my stomach.

I wanted to touch myself, but I knew better than to try it. The minute I did it, he would come back and I didn't want to be punished.

After some time, he came back carrying a big towel. I got out of the tub, and he dried me thoroughly. When he was done, he dropped the towel on the floor and led me into the bedroom again.

He had lit some candles around the room, and I could see my mom kneeling by the bed, her face resting on the floor and her arms stretched in front of her.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw a noose hanging from the ceiling, just in front of the bed.

Without paying attention to it, he made me lay on the bed with my ass on the edge of the mattress. I stretched my arms above my head and closed my eyes as he tied my hands together with a piece of rope.

Once done, he got off the bed and I waited spreading my legs apart.

Moments later I felt my mother's tongue over my cunt, lapping at my clitoris and I moaned in pleasure. She sucked at it, burying her tongue inside me as she fingered my asshole.

My breathing accelerated as she toyed with me. Her free hand rested on my stomach, her fingernails digging into my skin until I could feel them cutting my skin.

Picking up her pace, her hand left my stomach and she pushed two fingers inside me. My cunt felt much looser than before, but the sensations that ran down my body made it hard to care.

She pushed a third finger inside me, then a fourth and I found myself humping her face as I became desperate for release.

Pushing hard, I felt her inserting her whole hand inside me and I gasped in surprise. Just like with the gimp, the sensation was one of fullness more than pain, and soon she was making a fist inside my cunt.

She pushed it further in, fucking me deeply with it until I lost control. I came hard, my body flopping in the bed and my thighs locking around her head.

I laid on the bed as she opened her hand inside me before she pulled it out. I gasped as it left me, and I felt empty and a bit sad.

‘Stay still’ he ordered me as I felt him getting on the bed.

I felt a ball gag pressed against my lips and I opened my mouth automatically. He pushed it in before locking it behind my head. He then removed my collar, something he never did.

From under the pillows, he took a black bag made of some silky fabric. He slipped it over my head, cinching it lightly around my neck. I opened my eyes but the fabric was thick and I could see only darkness.

As his hands played with my nipples, I felt my mother spreading my ass. Her tongue flicked over my asshole before she pushed it inside me. I moaned in pleasure as they played with me, hoping for a second orgasm, but my mother pulled out after only a few seconds.

Instead of her tongue, I felt a cold sensation as she pressed a butt plug against my hole. After today's abuse, it open up easily, and the plug slid inside me. I could feel it was made from steel, and by how cold it was it must have been inside the freezer up until now.

I shivered as the cold spread inside me, and it wasn't long until it started burning inside me.

Just as she finished pushing it in, I felt James placing a clamp on one of my breast. I cried in pain as the steel teeth bit savagely into my flesh, but he paid no attention to it. Soon, a second one was closed on my other breast, torturing my chest.

I bit my gag as the pain kept rising and I was soon shaking in agony.

His hands pushed me forward until I bumped into something on the floor. He told me to lift my feet and I was soon standing on a low box. The wood felt rough under my feet and it swayed slightly from side to side as I tried to hold my balance.

James got on the box with me, embracing me from behind before I felt him slip something around my neck.

I panicked almost instantly as he closed the loop around my neck. My breathing became fast and shallow as I trembled in place.

Under me, I could feel my mom tying my feet together.

James’s hand rubbed my back as I tried to keep my balance, but he remained silent. Once my mother had finished tying my feet he stepped down from the box, and I stood alone on it.

I felt him pulling from the rope until I was forced on my toes, and the rope tightened around my throat making it hard to breath.

He started playing with my cunt, his fingers spreading my lips and fucking me slowly. While I was still wet from my mother's efforts, I found it hard to find pleasure in the situation. I had to stand perfectly still unless I wanted to put even more pressure on my throat, and my chest hurt terribly from the clamps.

With the ball gag on, I could only breath through my nose, but with every passing moment it became harder for me to breathe deeply. After a minute, I could only draw shallow breaths and my chest started to cramp.

James moaned in pleasure in front of me and I realized my mom was blowing him. Strangely enough, the thought made me more jealous than angry.

His fingers left my cunt and I heard him sitting on the bed in front of me. My mom kept blowing him as I cried in frustration.

‘We are going to play a game tonight’ he said to us.

My mom only grunted in acknowledgment and I could only nod my head slightly.

‘The game is simple, but the consequences are not. In a minute, I will kick the box that Hannah is standing on. She will fall a little, but not enough to break her neck. However, she will be left hanging until Jenifer makes me cum using only her mouth.’

I stood perfectly still, not believing what he had said.

As what he had said played in my mind I felt my panic rising even higher. Was he serious? I started screaming hysterically into the gag but it was useless.

Before I could do anything, I felt the box moving away from me.

I fell until the rope went taut and the noose closed tightly around my neck. What little air I had in my lungs escaped as my body was jerked at the end of the fall.

I grabbed the rope, trying to pull myself up but the thin rope made it impossible. I kicked my feet around in search of something to step on while my head became heavier as blood accumulated in my brain.

The rope dug deeper and deeper and it was soon pushing my tongue up against the gag. Drool flooded my mouth and it was soon running down my chin.

In front of me, I could hear my mother sucking him frantically as she tried to save me, but unlike before he remained silent.

Soon, I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears as my heart slowed down, and I started crying in frustration. I didn't want to die, I was to young! I had my whole life ahead of me! I tried pulling myself up with all my strength but I only managed to get one short breath in before my arms collapsed in exhaustion.

I screamed into the gag, wasting precious air while I hoped for a miracle, but he still remained silent and I knew from experience that he could hold on for a long time if he wanted.

As minutes passed, I my limbs became heavier and soon I couldn't even hold my arms up, much less pull myself up. I could hear my mom gagging on his cock and I imagined her desperately trying to pleasure him so that he would release me, but I knew it was too late.

Drool fell down my chin while the sounds around me slowly faded away. I felt cheated and angry at him, but in the end I knew it made no difference.

As my movements slowed down, I started remembering things I thought forgotten. Friends lost in time, my first kiss, my mother's perfume when I was little. Images flashed in front of my eyes one after the other.

I moaned in anguish as I recalled my life, and thought of what it could have been, but wouldn’t.

As the last of my strength finally left me, I feel something warm running down my thighs. I cursed myself for this final indignity as I peed myself. Below me, I heard my urine splattering on the floor.

Grief overwhelmed me in those last moments, I wanted to live god dammit! This wasn't fair!

Tears ran down my cheek, and I could feel the wet fabric sticking to my face.

Just before my consciousness faded away, I thought I heard him grunting. Fighting against the darkness, I realized that he was cumming. Hope filled my heart while I counted the seconds until he released me.

Without warning, I was falling again but this time he grabbed me from the air. I could feel him opening the noose with one hand as he laid me on the bed.

Light blinded me as he removed the bag from my head and I breathed deeply. I cried again, this time in joy as I looked at him. He was smiling and I couldn't help but smiling myself.

After warning me about the pain, he released the alligator clips that were on my breast. Pain flooded my chest as blood flowed in again, and I cried in pain.

As he removed the second one, I saw them for the first time. They were huge, more battery cables than nipple clamps, and I was surprised that they hand just cut my nipples off from the pressure.

Besides him, my mom was looking at me, tears running down her face as she smiled.

He untied my legs as I realized that despite the pain I had never felt more alive in my life. Every single never in my body tingled and every breath fell sweet and pure inside me. With time, as I thought about it more, I would become incredibly grateful for the experience, despite how fucked up it might sound.

He kissed my neck tenderly as he spread my legs, and he started fucking me slowly. In all our time together he had never been so delicate with me. I wept with joy as he caressed my body with his hands.

I looked at my mom, happy to have her with me now, as I came once more. He followed me almost instantly filling me with his seed.

Exhausted, I laid next to him as my mother climbed onto the bed on the other side. And just like that, I fell asleep with a huge smile in my face.

 

 

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