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The Begging Chair: Day 4
(Melissa DuVant)
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The Begging Chair: Day 4 Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure
invention. Table of Contents Chapter One: Getting Wet (Champion) Chapter Two: Petting Time (Precious) Chapter Three: Black Body Problems (Queen) Chapter Four: Unfit Competition (Manageress) Chapter Five: Pride Before a Fall (Princess) Chapter Six: The Loser's Circle (Showgirl) Chapter Seven: Dark Room Training (Champion) Day Four Intermission: Entering the Endgame Maid Cage Club Preview: New Day, New Job Chapter One: Getting Wet (Champion) Francesca slowly woke up, head fuzzy, not helped by bright lights, stabbing into her eyes, making it impossible to see. Where was she now? She could remember the last challenge, having to jump over the obstacle course, and the metal wedge, grinding into her pussy, aching and teasing. And then the drop, down into the darkness, splashing into the cold water, and the terrifying moment of confusion before she had found the surface. After that, just darkness, vague and harsh, and a memory of hands, being dragged around, being poked and prodded. Well, after something like that, a medical check-up was only sensible. Especially that wedge! She tensed her thighs, feeling an enduring pain from how much pressure how been put onto her, all her weight onto her slit. She tried moving, feeling something wrapped over her body, pressing tightly against her skin. Her neck was securely held in place, the collar tethered at the back, so all she could do was move her eyes, trying to look around, still squinting against the light. She could feel something wedged into her body now, a fat dildo uncomfortably nestled inside of her body. Watery ripples dappled the ceiling, the air moist against her face. A droplet splashed down somewhere, into more water, the sound echoing around, and she breathed in the clammy, cool air, realising that the mask had been removed from over her mouth, the pressure-marks where it had been touching making her skin ache still. With effort, she could just about move her fingers, plastic crunkling, her body still sluggish and slow. Bands of pressure were wrapped about her body, a stiff board against her back. At the very bottom of her vision, she could just about make out her own body, wrapped in something shiny. After taking a deep breath, she strained, forcing her body against whatever was wrapped around her. It had a little give, wide bands of something slightly rubbery pressing down on her, stretching just a little, but as soon as she stopped, they snapped her back into position, allowing barely any movement. No matter how she strained her neck, she couldn't move that, not even turning to the side. With effort, she could shift her arms slightly, feeling the plastic wrapping adjust slightly, but not enough to get out. Although when she touched her fingers against the board, she could feel buttons, clicking down when she pressed, one on each side, but nothing happened. What the hell was going on? She could barely move, and couldn't see anything useful - she was angled backwards, staring up at the ceiling, straining her neck without success, still entirely bound and locked into place. She felt like she was packaged up on an assembly line! And the now-steady drip-drip-drip of water was giving her a headache. The wall opposite her flared with light, text getting projected from somewhere, the shape of the letters marred by wetness over the projector lens. Choose a challenger. 'What's the challenge?' She could feel sweat forming on her flesh, slippery beneath the binding plastic, but not helping her free at all. She'd only just done challenge! There was a thwip and the sound of impact, a moment before pain cut through the last of her waking-up daze, her soles being struck by something, a thin cord slapping against calloused skin. 'Oww!' The yelp echoed around the room, louder than the splashes for a moment, before fading away. 'Uh, Precious then!' She seemed pretty weak and vulnerable - if it was anything physical, then that would be easy, and if it was a mental challenge, then they'd probably be equal, maybe? Her feet flared with angry pain, still hurt from having to run over the ridged and electrocuted platforms, and from the challenge before that. Dammit, that swipe had hurt! She needed time where her feet weren't being tortured to recover. Accepted. Your challenger will be set up. The board she was strapped onto lurched forward, bringing her up to a vertical position. She wriggled, in the hopes that gravity might slide her loose, but the bands just pressed against her in a different way, compressing her body strangely. From here, she could see more - beneath and in front of her was a large tub of water, lit from below, which was causing the dappled light on the ceiling and walls. A large clear vat of water was to her side, lit from inside, a figure floating on the inside - it looked female, from the curves, but was entirely sheathed in glossy black latex, shining where light hit it, with tubes running into it. Was that another competitor? Or something else going on? It seemed entirely unmoving, although the arms were wrapped around it in a forced self-hug, like a sleek and tight straitjacket. The legs were similar - not separate, although Francesca could clearly see both of them, but they were in a single thing, joined together. On the walls were more large screens, all currently black and inactive. Maybe it was just a prop or something? It didn't seem to be moving at all, so maybe it was just something to set the scene? And how long was she expected to wait here, bound and immobile? She kept wriggling and straining, trying to get out of the bindings, feeling the elasticated cords over her body shift about, her back moving oh-so-slightly on the board, sliding slightly downwards. If she kept it up, maybe she could free herself? As she wriggled, she kept pushing the buttons, in the hopes that they might do something - each was a smooth and featureless circle, plastic in a raised block, depressing backwards with audible clicks each time, but not doing anything. Or, at least anything that she could see. If this was a puzzle, then it was a crap one, not giving her any hints, or letting her brute force her way through. The screens blinked on simultaneously, all showing the same thing - a young woman, strapped into a heavy metal chair, although her face couldn't be seen, hidden within a metal box that had a glass window along one side. Her arms and legs were bound into place with metal bands, although she was straining and twisting against them, trying to break free, without any success. Her skin looked soft and unmarred, without any injuries, her arms and legs without any particular muscle tone - if this was a physical challenge, this this should be easy! The board moved, pitching Francesca forward, starting to dip her towards the water before freezing in place. The sense of falling made her feel unbalanced, unable to pull herself backwards, having to simply accept it, despite her wriggling. She could still see the screens, Precious (probably) still in her chair, unable to escape, despite her own attempts at getting free. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the projected text. A challenge of stamina. Each must prove their endurance. Francesca was dipped further forward, coming to a rest just above the water, now able to see her pale reflection in it. If it dropped any more, then she'd be beneath the water! As if reading her thoughts, there was another lurch, and she was now just above the water, the waves splashing against her forehead. 'Hey! What the hell am I even doing?' She tapped the buttons, holding them down, wanting to move away, the water chill on her skin. But it dropped further, shoving her head down beneath the water, but at least she had managed to take a deep breath first. The water was cool and clear - on the smooth sides of the basin, she could see where two halves had been pushed together to form a single whole, and that heavy metal rings were screwed there, probably allowing someone to be bound into place. She couldn't even shake her head, the collar binding her in place, feeling the air in her lungs slowly getting drained, letting out little puffs of air to relieve the pressure. And then she was pulled up, thankful for her short hair so she wasn't blinded, getting pulled back to the vertical. Champion has endured 20 seconds. The number "20" appeared on the screen, blinking away. Select an amount of Precious to endure. Francesca tapped a button, the number going down to "19", before tapping the other button, returning it back to "20". How long could she hold her breath for? She wanted this over with fast! 25, 30, 35, 40, 45... Maybe a little more? 50? She started taking in deep gulps of air, trying to saturate her system, leaving the "50" blinking away. On the screen, the box-headed woman was still there, chafe-marks appearing on their wrists and ankles as they tried to get out of the fetters, without any success. Now she had more time to study it, Francesca could see that there was a hose running into the top of it, and a hole in the corner, wet, droplets of water having formed beneath it. 50 seconds - accepted. Water started to pour out of the hole before it was blocked, a metal dial rotating into place. The wriggling struggles increased, without any more success, and now Francesca could see, through the glass panel, that the inside of the box was starting to fill with water. So at least her opponent was having to suffer a similar torment! Their breasts shook as their chest heaved, before stopping in place as they held their breath. Francesca kept making herself pant, although there was a strange pleasure in watching someone else get tormented. She tried counting off the seconds in her head, able to see that the box had been filled to at least nose-level. The woman looked soft and weak, her breasts lush, body slender, but without any muscles. The fingers were desperately drumming against the arms of the chair now, an irregular beat, feet twitching and shaking. If this was all it was, then this could be an easy challenge! The hole opened again, water flowing out, the woman's chest moving in rough, uneven coughs, although there was no sound. It splashed onto the floor, out of sight, leaving the woman still tied into place. Francesca was tilted forward, gulping in a breath just before she broke the surface of the water, everything going silent as it flowed into her ears. She tried to keep herself calm, not wanting to loose any more air than she had to. By the time she got to 30, her chest was feeling tight, and she let out a little puff of air, the bubbles streaming up past her face. At 45, she expelled another small stream, and then there was motion, as she was hauled above the surface. Water streamed down her body, beading on her skin, leaving her chilled, and sucking in as much air as possible. She could probably manage more than that, if she had to? On screen, Precious was now struggling even more, obviously desperate, even though Francesca couldn't see her face. She grinned to herself - while it was educational to fight someone of equal level, sometimes just beating the shit out of someone far, far weaker could be fun! The numbers appeared again - she dialled up past 60, then 70, hesitating before taking it to 80. All that training had paid off! The water-release valve in the head-box locked shut, Precious' hands desperately scrabbling at the arms of the chair, the water flowing upwards. Francesca's grin widened as she saw it rapidly fill, past mouth and nose level, then stopping. That didn't seem fair, that she wasn't totally submerged, but Precious still wouldn't be able to breath, so it wasn't too bad. Watching the scrabbling was pleasurable, as the desperation got more and more obvious, and the movements weaker and slower. Someone like this would never have managed even the first few jumps of the previous challenge! The valve opened, water splashing out, level dropping fast. And then it was Francesca's turn, the board slapping down with what seemed extra, unnecessary force, shoving her beneath the surface. Now she knew what was going on, it was easier to bear, the watery silence almost mediative, despite the slowly growing burning within her chest. At 60, there was a tight know of pressure in her chest, but nothing too bad. The dildo twitched within her, and bubbles of surprise blibbled out from her mouth, her thighs tensing up, trying to keep the thing still, but it quickly buzzed up, twisting and spinning faster and faster. She wriggled around, at least the tiny amount she could, trying to evade the thing penetrating her body, but without any success, feeling the throbbing intensify within her chest. She had to force herself to stay as calm as possible, despite the warmth starting to seethe up from her crotch, tingling with pleasure, although gasping in delight now would be bad! The twitching vibrator had disrupted her mental count, leaving her in the water, without any idea of how much longer she would have to endure. It couldn't be much more, could it? Her heartrate was being forcibly quickened by the vibrations coming from her pussy. And then, finally, there was movement again, as she was pulled up into the air, her head fuzzy, gulping in air to pay off her oxygen debt. That had to be a victory! And with the extra trouble of the vibrating dildo as well. Champion wins! She sagged in her restraints - was it over now? She still couldn't free herself though, the water not even to help her slip free. Champion has won the right to nominate a
punishment for Precious. Pet, Prison or
Penetrated? Francesca had no idea what any of them meant. But which would take Precious out of action for the longest? This would be a lot easier if she couldn't come back, and there were just five, rather than six, competitors! 'Uh, pet?' That might involve being put into a cage, or otherwise eliminated from active competition? Precious will become a pet. Champion may enjoy a reward. The vibrator kicked up a notch, stirring her up more vigorously, twisting about inside her body. She'd rather do it herself, or mount someone and fuck them, but at least it felt good, driving away the chill starting to settle throughout her body. The bound woman in the chair was still wriggling, although more weakly now, as Francesca let the pleasure flow through her, not bothering to silence her cries of pleasure, drowning out the quiet drip-drop of water, Chapter Two: Petting Time (Precious) Lexi coughed and spluttered, feeling water in her throat, her hair slicked down, nervously listening for more water splashing down. The box had a tight rubber seal around her neck, the only exit a small hole in the corner, through which she could see a tiny portion of floor. She coughed again, feeling the cold water in her lungs, her head still giddy and woozy. Where was she? After being tormented in her apartment, something had pricked her neck, and then she had woken up, strapped into this hell-chair, a box on her head. 'Please... Let me go?' Her voice was quiet, although it echoed against the box, and all she could see was the flat internal surface, plain metal, with a glass strip down one side, giving a strange and skewed view of the room outside, although it was too dark to see much. Her hands hurt, fingers throbbing from having pressed down against the unyielding surface, nails cracked and aching. She didn't want this! She just wanted to be looked after and cossetted, not subjected to abuse and punishment. A drip of water splashed against her face, making her yelp in fear - the only way that she could tell she was crying was that her tears were hotter. And she probably looked horrible and ugly, with puffy eyes, and her makeup would have been destroyed! Whatever was binding her was far too strong to break out of - it felt as though metal bands were around her wrists and ankles, chafing her skin, making it sore, bruised and ugly. And she was naked, her body cold, even though it was dry other than her head. 'Please, help me? Please!' Could anyone even hear her? Being so isolated was starting to melt her brain - how long had she even been here? It felt like months, or maybe even longer, but she could only remember a few days. Or had it been longer? She needed someone to tell her things, otherwise it was hard to tell! There was a hint of movement, something in the darkness, although it was hard to see through the water-stained glass panel. She couldn't turn her head, vision limited to a tiny, thin slice of the room, but there it was again, a roughly human shape, only partially visible. It shone, black "skin" reflecting what little light there was, an obsidian shape getting closer, sleek and feminine, although with a bulky, lumpy collar around its, and slender hips made chunkier by a set of leather pouches and belts. Lexi whimpered - she wanted friendly people, not anonymous, latex-wrapped people. Was this another of the contestants, come to hurt her? They moved out of her line of sight, making her tense up. Then, suddenly, there was a blank, black face, staring in through the slit, and she screamed, the sound hurting her ears. She tensed and scrabbled in the chair, scratching her skin as she shoved against the rough surface, but couldn't free herself. The face stared at her, impossible to see any hint of humanity, but a slick-smooth hand touched against her breast, stroking her skin. She could feel a warmth through it, but it still felt inhuman and strange, sliding between her breasts, palm pushing against her skin. Was it feeling her heartbeat? Having the face stare at her was creepy, and being paralysed as well made it even creepier. Another hand slid between her thighs, sliding upwards, and she couldn't do anything to stop it, feeling it stroke over skin, lightly sliding over her slit, then up her belly. Her heart was hammering in her chest, the inside of the box now feeling hot and stuffy, her breathing fast and irregular, her head feeling thick and slow. The "face" continued to stare at her, a shoulder moving, and then a hand came into sight, holding a syringe. It was tapped, a few droplets squirting out, before moving out of sight beneath the bottom of her range of vision. 'No! Please...' She felt the syringe poke into her arm, the needle stabbing into her, and then coolness rushing out. Her vision blurred, the strength fading from her body, her limbs forced limp and passive, as control was severed, making her a passenger in her own skin. 'Mrmmm...' All she could do was weakly garble, unable to make her tongue move, her feeling numbed, like she was wrapped in a cold blanket. She could still feel the latex-wrapped hands on her skin, but it was vague and dull now, that terrifying face still looking in at her. The restraining bands on her wrists and ankles retracted, although she couldn't move at all. The face disappeared, ducking down and out of view, hands touching her neck, and then cooler air rushed over her face, the box opening up, droplets of water splashing down onto her legs. It was pulled upwards, leaving Lexi sat in the chair, now able to see fully, the latex-wrapped woman stood over her, looking down at her. She couldn't even whimper in fear, feeling her head start to sag forward, before being pushed backwards. If it hadn't been for the collar, she would have slumped down! The woman continued to feel at her skin, pinching it, running creepy fingers over Lexi's face, before nodding in satisfaction. With that done, she hooked fingers through Lexi's collar-ring, planted herself firmly and pulled, hauling Lexi upwards. Her body was dead-weight, something even she couldn't control, her heart clammy and sluggish. She was pulled from the chair, getting pulled upwards, and then the woman bent down, dragging Lexi over her shoulders. The air was pushed from Lexi's lungs, the fireman's carry uncomfortable, her arms dangling down. There was nothing she could do about it though, as the woman walked away, Lexi's head bouncing with every step. A door hissed open, bright light shining out. Lexi had no choice but to endure it, getting lugged down a plain and featureless hallway, the walls scuffed and worn, with thick bundles of wires and cables taped and stapled into place. Was this backstage? She saw a number of bits of paper taped to the wall, covered with scribbled notes and numbers, too messy to read, and then another door slid open. The scent of latex made her senses tingle, before there was the sound of the stuff flapping and rustling. Another pair of footsteps, high-heels tapping against the floor, before she was suddenly flipped around, getting dumped onto a table, feeling something jab into her back, that she couldn't move to make herself more comfortable. The light was coming from some strip-lights hanging from the bare concrete ceiling. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see latex clothing dangling from hangers, limp and slack. The outfits rubbed against each other, a shiny arm appeared from amidst them, holding a spray-can, before tossing it aside, heels clicking. Being upside-down was making her head feel funny, another slick, black female figure walking forward, approaching her, reaching out a hand to brush hair out of Lexi's eyes. And then she was yanked around again, painful strain on her wrists as they were pulled upwards, her weight coming onto her shoulders before she found herself suspended, dangling downwards, feet limp. Latex-wrapped hands stroked over her body, poking and probing, one of the figures on each side of her. She felt her head get tilted back, letting her see more of the room - there were crates of painful-looking items, all sorts of vicious and spiked metal or plastic, as well as lots of dildos, vibrators, and other sex toys. On the table, she was spread out, limbs getting tugged into a spreadeagle position, her body still limp and impossible to control. Padded hooks dangled above her, unnervingly like something from a horror film, and then her head sagged off the edge, neck straining, able to see a bank of TV screens. Some were just showing empty hallways, cycling through lots of identical-looking ones. But others were showing apartments, like the one she had been in, from all different angles. In one, a young woman with vivid pink hair was sat on the couch, legs spread wide, tugging at something between her legs, a metal belt blocking her hands from touching herself. On the screen beneath her, an Asian woman was staring at a mirror, adjusting her hair, sharp fringe and bangs framing her features. Her whole body was taut and tense, skin covered with little red welt marks, making Lexi shiver, trying not to think about what had been done to cause such marks. She didn't want to be tormented anymore! Cold, wet dampness rubbed against her, a rough cloth scratching over her belly. Were they cleaning her? She couldn't raise her head to see, denied the capacity to even see what was being done to her body! The cloth rubbed all over her though, cleaning her stomach, breasts, then down onto her legs, cleaning off the sweat that had been dirtying her, and then a dry cloth to absorb the moisture. Fingers probed against her slit, lightly tickling her skin, warming her up, smooth and pleasurable. Why couldn't things be more like this? Even if she was paralyzed, at least it didn't hurt, and no-one was doing anything she didn't like. She'd rather be able to move, but being looked after and pampered like this wasn't too bad, really. It was like a spa day! One of the women walked past her, latex-wrapped legs shining brightly. A very creepy spa day, but still - the fingers tickling and twisting over her pussy were stirring up her pleasure now, her body producing its own moisture. Hands lifted her head up, making her feel dizzy as she was raised up, finding herself staring at the other one, fingers now engaged with teasing Lexi. An awkward shove and pull left her head now supported on the table, the wet cloth wiping over her face, clearing away smeared makeup. It slid over her lips, tasting dirty, rubbing away lipstick. Her face probably looked plain and ugly now! And with her limbs spread wide, she was utterly exposed, unable to raise any sort of protest. A hand reached down onto her face, wielding a brush, lightly flicking it around. She recognised the scent, relaxing slightly as she realised makeup was being reapplied, to replace what had been wiped off. She relaxed further, enjoying being looked after, despite the unusual circumstances. Why did they have to keep hurting her? She didn't want to compete with the other scary women, that kept wanting to beat her up, hurt and humiliate her. Maybe these two would look after her better? Even if they were strange themselves, locked into their slick-sleek bodysuits, but the one fingering her slit was skilled, warming her up, fingers sliding deeper in, making Lexi breath faster and faster. Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. The cover was created by Formant. He is a web artist, specializing in the harsher side of fetish and kink. Maid Cage Club Chapter One: New Day, New Job In the dull light of early evening, the place looked shit - an old, mostly empty strip mall, carpark mostly empty except for garbage and weeds, windows boarded up or whitewashed, the only places open a sex shop and some fast food joints. Sally drifted past the sex shop window - a vast array of vibrators, dildos, leather harnesses on display dummies, shining latex and skimpy lace. Some of it looked good, but was expensive, and it wasn't like she had anyone to wear it for! Or even a webcam and laptop to stream herself in it, not after the last incident and having to leave them behind in a hurry. She checked her watch, starting to move faster - she was supposed to start her shift soon! Novelty waitressing and hostess work wasn't exactly the best, but at least it paid. Although at a place like this, finding a café that wasn't a grungy diner seemed odd - the advert had said it was "stylish and elegant", and the payment had been good, but there was nothing here! And it had suggested at various other "activities" as well, which could cover a lot of different things. She circled around the building until she finally found a way inside that wasn't boarded up, heading into the mall itself. Inside wasn't much better, although someone was still watering the plants, and there was less garbage drifting around. There was a map, but from the list of stores, it hadn't been updated for years - she could see that everything looked shut, and very permanently so. The place was basically a single long passage, shops on either side, with a circular food court at the end, where the anchor stores had once been. She quickened her pace, trainers shuffling along, heading for the food court. Here there were signs of life, or, more importantly, business - tables had been set out, low sunlight trickling through the glass roof. Classical music was coming through the speakers - tinny, but still better than muzak! Several presumably-customers were sat at a circular table, chatting amongst themselves as a figure served them drinks. Sally stared - the waitress was wearing an old-fashioned maid's outfit, with a long, black dress falling to her ankles, white apron around her waist, a frilled cap on her head. She put the last of the drinks down, turning to one of the customers and saying something, everyone laughing. She stepped back and curtseyed, as another maid appeared, stepping out from the only un-boarded door. This one was wearing a much shorter skirt, the lace frills on her knee-high stockings visible, trays of cake in her hands. She moved forward, serving the food. Well, that explained why the place was still open. People were willing to pay for a novelty experience, and rent was probably dirt-cheap. It looked as though the 'café' had taken over one of the anchor stores, so must have huge amounts of space inside, even if it was probably mostly empty. Sally shivered, not liking the thought of being trapped alone in a dark, empty space. She approached the group, the maids breezily chatting with the customers, until the one in the long dress noticed her. Next to her old-world elegance, Sally couldn't help but feel slightly shabby, in battered jeans and a t-shirt, although she was proud of her body. The woman had an austere, slightly chill beauty, the sort that would have inspired floppy-shirted poets to lengthy poems about suicide, wishing for a single kiss from her lips, that sort of thing. She looked at Sally curiously, before the one in the shorter skirt spoke. 'Stop staring, Eve, you'll scare her off!' She was sat on the table, skirt short enough to draw the eye to her plump thighs. 'You must be the new girl? I'll show you inside, the place is a bit of a maze. We'll need to get you sorted for a uniform as well.' She approached Sally, plucking at her t-shirt, pulling it tight. 'Reckon we should have something about the right size, although we normally wait until you've finished the trial period before getting something properly customized. I'm Andrea, if you'd like to follow me? And ignore these reprobates - they like to talk big, but they're all mouth!' She smiled at the customers, one of whom leered at her, until the other woman - Eve - glared back. 'See? Eve has them well whipped.' She flicked a wrist, making the appropriate noise. 'Anyway, it's not long 'till shift change, so let's get you sorted.' She walked away, her gait seeming odd until Sally realized she was rolling her hips, making her backside wriggle around, the customers watching in approval. But they were throwing together quite a large tip and had been polite - compared to a titty bar, it seemed far more civilized. Eve decorously, but swiftly, grabbed the money and made it vanish into her apron. Sally followed inside through the entrance, where another maid started to curtsey, before seeing who it was, aborting her action. It was hard to see, the place dark, but it must once have been a large retail space, now awkwardly re-used as somewhere to eat and drink. Most of the space was hidden from view, plastic boards erected and covered with frilled netting to make it look less, well, crap, but making the thing seem like a maid café from an anime school festival. There was a bar, currently serving food, although she could see rows of bottles as well. Other staff, all dressed as maids, were bustling about, a flurry of black skirts and white frills, although the styles varied from 'traditional maid' in full length skirts, to 'goth' style with heavy corsets and lots of lace, to the more fetish-inspired, with short skirts and tight tops, bits of shiny latex or leather. She'd rather have something more concealing, but the customers all seemed well-behaved, and a few of the maids were even playing with the customers, simple card games or stacking items up until they fell over to show the loser. She was led to a staff door in one corner, behind which was the inevitable bare concrete passageway, only lit by cheap neon bulbs, the green light of a fire escape light at the far end. 'I'd introduce you to the manager, but it's month's end and she's not in the best of moods at the moment!' They walked passed a door labelled with 'Manager', from behind which loud rock music could be heard, along with a burst of profanity. 'She's normally pretty chill, just not when she has to do the accounts. Or if she ever has to talk about zoning restrictions. Anyway, in here.' They stepped into something that must have been a stock room, now converted into a combination of changing room, locker room and wardrobe - one wall had seats in front of well-lit mirrors for applying makeup, bags and clothing hanging from pegs, a PC in one corner, and most of the space was taken up by row upon row of hangers, a massive diversity of outfits. 'So, what look do you want? You've got the build to pull off most types. I can't really do the whole "long, sleek and elegant" look, makes me look like a dumpy teapot.' She wriggled, drawing attention to her ample breasts and hips. 'But it's nice to show these off.' Sally started pulling through the racks - they weren't particularly sorted, switching at random between 'severe', 'demure', 'barely there', 'mundane' and 'blatant fetish bait'. She pulled out one, gleaming latex, pulling at the material, feeling it stretch. 'Might be a bit bold for your first night out. I guess you've got the build for it, though. Unless it's made just for me, I get muffintops everywhere! Some guys like them, but makes me feel all splodgy and squishy. Now, how about this one?' She reached past Sally, pulling out another outfit, holding it up against her. 'Let me get your measurements, just in case you do stick around for a while.' Sally checked the dress - the skirt fell to just above her knees, a lot longer than Andrea's, but not as long and binding as Eve's. If she was going to be on her feet all night, something easy to move in would be good. She stripped, throwing her own, far tattier, clothing into the locker Andrea indicated Andrea got out a tape measure, pressing herself against Sally, breasts warm and heavy, scent of vanilla in the air. She was quick, noting the numbers down. 'You really should dress to show off a bit more, you know. You've got the figure for clothing a lot nicer than this.' She picked up Sally's jeans with disdain. 'Something a bit tighter at least!' 'It'd be nice, but I've not got much money.' 'Ah, that. Don't worry about that, at least if you're careful here, you can earn quite well. Just make sure not to be too popular, that can get uncomfortable fast!' She pulled the dress onto Sally, zipping up the back. It was a little tighter at the bust than she liked, with a gap between the neck-band and the frilled bodice that drew attention to her breasts, but it was a good fit for a random pick. Hopefully there wouldn't be too much AC, as the back dropped low. 'These as well.' She was handed some frilled knee-socks, the tops frilled and fluffed, drawing them up onto her legs. 'They seem old fashioned, but they look really good!' Andrea brushed Sally's hands away, drawing them up to the proper height, then drawing a ribbon through the lace, tying them into place. 'They will drop over the night - if you want to go for the slightly tousled look, some people let them, but I prefer to look a bit smarter and keep them nice and even. Do you want to do anything with your hair?' Sally looked at herself in one of the mirrors - it wasn't too bad, but could probably do with a brush, at the least. She sat down, Andrea hovering around, offering suggestions. 'You could go for twintails? Or tie it back. I'm jealous of Eve, she has that glorious long ponytail, but I can't get mine anywhere near that long!' She gestured at her own blonde curls, somehow shining even in the crappy electric light. There was a huge amount of cosmetics and everything required to use them - brushes, tweezers, scissors, and all decent quality. Sally took a moment to fix her makeup (just some lipstick and mascara, nothing too fancy), then tied her hair back, the simple approach seeming to fit with what was needed to be a maid. She shook her head, feeling the strands brush the bare top of her back. Sally squealed in delight. 'You look great! Now, on the evening shift, people use tokens rather than money. Makes things easier, and people tend to spend more if they don't quite realize how much they're spending.' She reached into her apron, pulling out a circular disk, looking like a chip from a casino, except made from dull steel, embossed with a swirling pattern. 'They're labelled and colored - coppers are one, this is a ten, gold is one hundred, there's clear ones for a thousand but those are rare. We like to offer them in games and competitions as well. You can cash them in - each is worth about two dollars, so can make pretty good tips. Just be careful about shoving them between your breasts, they might fall out! Oh, and any breakages or damage you have to pay for, so try to avoid getting your outfit too dirty.' She ducked low, hands around Sally's waist, as she tied an apron into place. 'It's got a pocket on, so you can throw things in there, but the fabric's a bit thin.' A chime rang. 'Shit, time to start. Oh, crap - you need some shoes, you can't go out in those! Um, these should do.' A pair of low-heeled mary-janes was thrown at her, close enough to her own size. 'Let's go.' She was dragged back into the main room again. The other staff were all lining up by the entrance, the stage now lit up, all the customers temporarily ejected. She lined up with the others, standing there awkwardly. Sally whispered at her. 'Look sharp, here comes the floor boss!' A young woman walked onto the stage - she was slender and petite, every curve clearly visible in the bunnygirl outfit she was wearing, sleek black leotard, fishnet stockings, a white bob of a tail flashing into view above her ass, long ears waggling with every step. In front of the ears was a gleaming black military cap of some kind, accentuated by the crop she had in one hand. She walked in front of the maids, heels clicking on the floor, like a general inspecting her troops, followed by two other women. Her aides were dressed as fetish nurses; one in white, the other black, tight latex mini-dresses clinging to their bodies, faces half-hidden behind medical masks. 'Good evening ladies!' She shouted like a drill sergeant, the words crisp and commanding. 'Good evening, Madame Announcer!' The maids chorused back, Sally joining in, a little behind everyone else. 'The boss is doing accounts, so leave her alone unless you want to get thrown in the hole. Tonight, we're introducing a few new penalty games. We've got...' she produced a clipboard, 'shock-blox, try not to blow the batteries this time, lucky strike, and a few of you need to work the holes.' She walked down the line, inspecting the uniforms, tutting and pulling on stray threads, tugging aprons into place, unbuttoning dresses to show a little more cleavage. She stopped in front of Sally, looking up at her, shorter even in her heels. 'Ah, the new girl. I'm sure the others will show you the ropes, but with your background, you should fit right in.' She inspected Sally, running her hands down her body, checking the fit of the uniform. 'Not bad. If you pass the induction, then we'll get you something a bit more custom. Any questions, ask Andrea, and try not to make a mess. We'll introduce you to the patrons tonight - we're expecting a decent crowd. I'm sure they'll enjoy you.' A bell rang, some of the tension dissipating, the bunnygirl clapping. 'Positions, everyone! You, new girl - when I call for you, come up on stage.' Everyone moved into a single line - there were about a dozen on shift, from a fetish-y latex maid with her entire body sheathed in shining black except for bands of flesh at thigh and shoulder, to mini-skirted maids like Andrea, to those in white and black frills that were less overtly kinky. The customers started to file in, individuals and groups, inspecting the maids. Most seemed to know the staff, chatting briefly before picking a server, who escorted them to their seats, taking their orders. Sally was amongst the last to be picked, selected by a couple, young and professional-looking, clearly out on a date night, although both seemed to be eying her up as well. She curtseyed, trying to look gracious, walking them to an empty table, pulling out the chairs for them both. 'Good evening. Would Madam and Monsieur care to order?' She curtseyed again, hoping that excessive politeness could make up for having no idea what to do. The woman eyed her up. 'I wouldn't mind a taste of you!' The man lightly slapped her shoulder. 'Behave! She's new, at least wait until she's been introduced properly. Some wine, and the starter for two, please.' Sally went to the bar, bringing them back their food and drink - behind the bar she could see more workers chopping up and cooking food, those in the kitchen dressed more normally. A few of the other maids were playing games - the one in latex had a heavy and metallic contraption around her neck, and was playing something that looked like Jenga, trying to slide a block from a stack. She twitched suddenly, the blocks cascading to the floor as she jerked. Then the lights went out, darkness for a moment before a spotlight came on, illuminating the bunnygirl on stage. 'Good evening, ladies, gentleman and honored others! Welcome to our honorable establishment! I'm sure you will all be keen to enjoy the sweet, wholesome hospitality of our lovely servers, but before then, I hope you will join me in greeting a new member of staff.' She made a play of looking, one hand shading her eyes as Sally moved to the front, standing on stage, feeling exposed. Something else was on the stage, a large bulky object covered beneath a white sheet, the two nurses stood in the wings. The one in black looked at her and winked, the expression eerie when most of her face was hidden behind the mask. The bunnygirl waved the clipboard at her, almost hitting her, making her step back until she was stood in front of the cloth-covered thing, the nurses stepping onto the stage, Black close by, White somewhere out of sight. 'Now, I'm sure you're all aware of the process. We apply the most exacting standards to our staff, probing them utterly thoroughly, to make sure they are nothing but the finest morsels!' Her wording made Sally slightly nervous. 'And so, before they begin fully working, our highly skilled medical team needs to give them a full examination!' Black stepped in and shoved her backwards, towards the cloth-covered thing. She fell backwards, landing on a seat, hard padding impacting on her butt. Latex-wrapped hands grabbed her wrists, cuffs snapping tight around them, the same with her ankles. She twisted and shifted in place, the padded bands too tight to shift. She opened her mouth to try and object, as something cold and metallic was pushed between her lips. There was a ratcheting noise, and she felt her jaw get forced open, unable to speak, just waggle her tongue around. If they were going to be rough, a little warning would have been nice! White appeared, fabric scissors in hand, as the bunnygirl continued to commentate. 'We get through more outfits this way! But it's all in a good cause, right folks?' They cheered and clapped, as Sally felt the scissors slice through her clothing, the maid's outfit sliced into bits, getting pulled off. Now all she was wearing was her underwear and her stockings. A projector screen turned on, image cast onto a large sheet on the high ceiling, allowing her to see herself - the thing in her mouth was a dental gag, designed to force a mouth open for a dentist to work, now keeping her lips jammed open, her tongue impotently waggling. Her shoes were removed, Black running a hand over her bare soles, making her shiver and twitch. 'Sensitive feet, folks! You might want to be noting that down, in case you ever get the chance to punish her, and need to know how to make your strokes count.' The bunnygirl moved behind her, vanishing from sight as Sally flicked her head around, until a thick leather band strapped itself over her forehead, eliminating even that movement. White pulled her stockings down, leaving them bundled untidily just above the ankle cuffs, Black continuing to tickle Sally's feet, making her twitch and jerk, trying to brush the nurse off without effect. White wheeled in a medical cart, covered with sex toys and unpleasant looking implements - spiked wheels, candles, stun guns, needles and other things she didn't recognize. Black stood close to her head, whispering through the mask. 'Shhh. Just relax and enjoy.' Sally continued to writhe, trying to break the cuffs pinning her in place, without success. Getting publicly fucked wasn't her idea of a good time! The scissors flashed, snipping through her bra, which was pulled off and discarded, and then the black-wrapped fingers began to knead her breasts. Something clicked inside the chair, and her legs were spread wide, White standing between them, squirting lube onto her fingers. She began to play with Sally, fingers slowly caressing her outer folds, making her squirm in embarrassment and pleasure - from up here, the audience were barely visible except as vague shadows, while she was in the spotlight. Sally felt herself respond, watching her face on the screen as she tried not so show too much pleasure, unable to close her legs, Black continuing to stroke her breasts and stomach, kneading and teasing her flesh. All she could do was make strangled grunts, trying to signal annoyance, but White's fingers were talented, especially when they started pushing into her. 'You see? For now, at least, you are simply here to be pleasured.' Black stopped kneading her breasts, pushing dry-slick fingers into her mouth, stretching them wide to feel the space within, before feeling Sally's tongue, sticking into her throat until she gagged. This was repeated several times, probing a little further each time. 'Impressive. Some training needed, but that will come with time.' Sally was close to coming, fingers pumping in and out of her as her mouth was cleared, the spit being wiped onto her stomach, leaving her feeling dirty. She twisted as much as she could, chasing the pleasure, as the fingers were pulled out, leaving her empty and unsatisfied. She whined, complaining as much as she could through the gag - if she was going to be used, at least let her get off! Then the chair shifted, tilting backwards, her legs spreading even wider. She realized what was going to happen as Black slapped her exposed twat, before a lubed-up finger was shoved into Sally's asshole. Her entire body tensed, straining against the intruder without success, the digit squirming inside her. It was pulled back and she sagged back, before feeling two push into her! She growled through the gag, White giving her a warning look before pinching a nipple, scribbling something into a notebook. Anal at least deserved a warning, surely! White showed the notebook to the bunnygirl, who resumed commenting. 'Looks like you're in for a treat! She's not got much of a gag reflex, for those of you with larger endowments, and her breasts are entirely natural. She seems a little less fond of those taking the back passage, but someone else has previously taken the time to break that in a little. And she's quick to loosen up, for those without much patience or that can only afford a little time!' There was no need to be rude! And it was better to get wet fast than having to shove some dude off her because he couldn't be bothered with foreplay and wanted to go in dry! Of course, her protests were mumbled garbage, tongue flicking around until White grabbed it, squeezing it, the taste of Sally's pussy still on her fingers. Sally tried clenching her asshole, hoping to make Black pump and grind a little harder, but was disappointed when the fingers were removed. Come on, let her have something, other than being publicly exposed! 'And now, the moment you've all been waiting for, the first bidding!' Sally squeaked. The what now? 'Who wishes to be the first to claim this young maid's holes? Well, the first here, at least, as she appears to have broken herself in. Now, her tight little butthole first - do I have twenty? Twenty, from the strapping young gent at the front. Twenty-five, for the Sir in the 80's tie - that's probably older than she is!' She was being bid on? Was this what Andrea had meant by it being easy to earn money? The bidding was ramping up flatteringly high, slowing at about two hundred, stopping at two hundred and forty. Well, she'd done worse, for less! The chair tilted further back, her view dropping until all she could see was the ceiling, motes of dust sparkling in the projector beam. Hands spread her buttocks wide, a cock thrusting into her asshole. She wished she could pivot her hips, trying to make it more pleasurable for herself as bidding on her mouth and pussy was done. The bastard pounding her ass didn't have much stamina, cumming inside her before withdrawing. She whined, denied an orgasm again. The chair pivoted upwards, allowing her to see again, as the young couple stepped onto the stage, hand-in-hand. They kissed, the woman groping the man, before unzipping his flies, kissing his cock. Then the woman moved around, mounting Sally's face, the chair having enough support for her to position herself there. She'd never eaten a girl out before! She tried to waggle her tongue, running it along the woman's thighs, then slipping into her, taste slightly bitter. With the woman straddling her face, she couldn't see, but the man's cock seemed a decent size, thrusting into her, actually managing to make her cum, shortly before his seed burst into her, hot and wet. She was still running her tongue around inside the woman, feeling hands grab her hair. Metal prongs poked her belly, and then searing electrical fire ran into her, making her lose control, spasming in pain this time. The woman's thighs blocked most of her hearing, but the searing agony flared again, and she desperately flapped her tongue, trying to get the woman off before she was punished again. She'd never done this before, what was she meant to do? It took several more flares of pain before she managed to succeed, feeling the woman's walls tense, juices flowing before she dismounted, looking disappointed. 'Well, ladies, looks like this one might be a loss to you! Or you could take her for some special training, put that tongue of hers to good use and train her up!' She patted Sally on the head. Sally growled - being fucked wasn't too bad, but she didn't like being treated as meat. 'Feisty! Or just doesn't like eating women out. Either way, time for some free-range testing.' The manacles released her, but before she could stand, both nurses grabbed her, pulling her up and binding her arms behind back, wrapping a heavy collar around her neck. 'She's an all-you-can-fuck buffet for the night! Remember, please rate your appreciation of this lovely lady's orifices on our handy app!' A rating appeared on the screen, as one of the first three gave her a rating - 4.5 stars. 'Someone's a fan!' A leash was attached and she was tugged forward, mouth still open, spit trickling out, falling onto her breasts, sticky and wet. She was pulled towards the tables, now able to see the other guests, their eyes predatory, trousers tenting and bulging. Black whispered to her again. 'Bit more public than you're used to, but I'm sure you'll manage. At least this isn't being streamed.' A hand slapped her on the ass, making her squeal again. Andrea was mounted on top of one of the guests, rocking back and forth, a determined smile on her face as she ground her breasts into her face. Hands grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees before a hand covered her eyes. A cock thrust into her mouth, Black whispering again. 'Do well - you want a nice high rating.' With the metal forcing her mouth open, it was hard to give a proper blowjob, and one of the nurses was keeping a tight grip on her head, forcing it backwards and forwards, even though she'd rather set her own rhythm. Pain suddenly sparked through her neck. 'You've got targets to hit - get him off fast, or the zaps get stronger.' She ran her tongue up and down the shaft, glad they were at least washed and clean, until it twitched, shooting its load. She swallowed on instinct, hearing the cheers as she did so, getting murmured praise. She was pushed onto her stomach, a chair supporting her, hands grasping her waist as she was fucked in the ass again, even as another cock was thrust into her mouth. She could hear other people getting fucked around her, but it was impossible to see more than a crotch thrusting into her face. At some point the gag slipped off, allowing her to properly suck off those jamming their dicks into her mouth, using her lips and cheeks, sucking tightly, jizz splattering her face, even as she was fucked in both holes from behind. Eventually, another bell rang, and she was left, slicked with cum and sweat, slowly coming back to herself. She rolled to one side, falling to the floor, slowly standing, hands still bound. Andrea approached, her uniform mussed from being groped, her breasts glazed with cum, as she took the leash, pulling Sally back towards the changing rooms. 'Looks like you did well.' She pointed at the screen, displaying what she had earned - the number "3128" was flashing in golden text, along with 4-and-a-bit stars. 'Looks like you're pretty good at blowjobs, those seemed popular. But we should wash you off, before the cum soaks into your hair. And you're terrible at eating pussy, you really should work on that.' Sally was still dazed, her jaw stretched and sore, trying to react properly, as Sally led her into an open shower, turning a tap and steaming hot water spilling out, carefully washing the cum off, cleaning her hair for her, warm and comforting and close. 'You had a good first night, but you need to be careful not to get too popular. You can opt out of anything you don't want to do, but if you don't make enough to hit targets, you're out. The stuff that pays the most is the kinky shit, but that's just tiring, so I try and leave that to the specialists. If you're into that, fine, but it can be a problem, especially if people keep bugging you about it, or if you get a reputation for something. I'd recommend trying to work on a few people, get some regular patrons, and make sure to always keep something in the bank, so you can take time off and pay for bed and board. Oh, and you need to pay for anything you spill or any damage to your outfits - the first one's a freebie, but after that, it's on you.' It was hard for Sally to speak, jaw still sore, mumbling a question. 'How you get payment? You can cash out when you want. But unless you need it, leave it here for a bit. You're going to need some nice outfits, more than just one, at least. And you might want some food and a drink before second shift starts.' Sally took a deep breath. 'Second shift?' 'Eight 'till midnight. It's your first night, so you need to be shown off! Maybe decide an aesthetic? You seemed to like getting fucked senseless, so I'm guessing sub? And you've got the ass and legs for a mini-skirt. Or you can let the crowd decide, earn some money that way, but you'll probably end up in something you hate, they like to do that.' Sally sighed, trying to regain her energy, pussy, asshole and mouth still sore, as Andrea toweled her dry. It seemed fun, but she really should have read the job description properly! |