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Tartarus Christmas
(Melissa DuVant)
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Tartarus Christmas 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 1: Contractually Binding Corporate
Slave Chronicles: Dressed to Kill To the anonymous benefactor that commissioned this. Chapter 1: Contractually Binding Persephone approached the doors to the Nevermore hotel, slick black glass reflecting her image. A suited and masked doorman dipped his head before pulling it open, letting her enter, her heels tapping against the polished marble flooring, the warm air welcome after the cold New York drizzle outside. As always, the space seemed dark and cavernous, external light excluded, with just a few lights around the bar and reception, making the brass and gilt ornaments shine brightly. 'Miss Brimstone! Your usual suite is ready, of course.' One of the staff approached her, taking her bags of shopping from her, a flurry of perfume and bare skin, dressed in a festive Miss Santa outfit; tight red latex with a trim of white fluff around her cleavage and on the lower hem. The design was a little at odds with the chunky metal shock-collar around her neck, a LED screen showing her identifier - this one was 93, an attractive brunette, with a kiss-mark tattooed onto the inner curve of a breast. 'Put those in my rooms. And be careful with them!' 'Of course, Miss Brimstone.' And, to her credit, the woman didn't squash the bags of designer clothing, carrying them all with appropriate care, leaving Persephone with just her clutch purse to carry. Maybe she should book some time with this one? Although she had other matters to deal with first. 'Your guest is already waiting for you. She was placed in meeting room B3.' 'Good. I'll go and see her first.' Persephone stepped in close, unable to resist running her hands down the woman's body, feeling the soft skin beneath, but also assessing the outfit. Custom-made, from how well it fitted, and of good quality material - no cheap, mass-produced stuff here. She stroked, then squeezed, a buttock, enjoying the shape of it in her palm, tightening her grip more and more until there was a faint gasp of pain. When she moved her hand, she could feel the metal band of a chastity belt, firmly locked over the woman's pussy. That would take payment to unlock - or her executive access! 'Once you're done with your duties, go to my suite. I think I'll have some fun with you later.' She leaned in, kissing the woman, who tensed up for a moment before relaxing into the kiss. She tasted slightly bitter, a lingering aftertaste of coffee on her tongue, but not enough to deter Persephone, as she pulled the woman close, enjoying the soft skin and muscles against her own body, then pushing her away. 'Yes, Miss... Mistress Persephone.' Persephone gave her a gentle push away, enjoying the sight of her back, butt and thighs as the woman moved to the stairs, walking with admirable poise, given the 6-inch heels locked onto her feet. That would be a little fun for later! But she had business to tend to first. Well... Business and pleasure, but that still wasn't as good as just pleasure! The meeting rooms were downstairs - easier to secure, and with fully sound-proofed rooms, as well as behind guards and other security. At least she didn't have to submit to the full security process, the guards recognizing her, the thick metal door sliding open to admit her, then closing shut behind her, heavy clunks sealing the basement meeting rooms off from above. The walls here were more black marble, shot through with thin silvery lines of minerals, lit with dappled electric light, coming from bulbs shrouded by bronze shades and reflectors. Plinths along the walls held members of staff, bodies bound within metal frames, small screens showing their profiles and current prices. Well, it was Christmas, so there were quite a few guests, making it a good time for some promotion! And several of the meeting rooms were booked, with the doors locked to prevent intrusion, guests no doubt having their pleasures indulged. She stopped by one of the statue-staff, a tall woman, trapped in a bent-over position, metal cables binding them in place, a chastity belt sealing her crotch, gagged and blindfolded. She was warm to the touch though, a shiver running through her when Persephone stroked a hand over a deliciously taut belly, jabbing a fingernail into the woman's navel. She pressed harder, before scratching her nails downwards in a swift, harsh motion, smiling when she heard a gasp of pain. The collar around this one's neck was 102 - another to maybe have some fun with later? But there was business first - she groped a breast, satisfyingly large, before moving onwards, the door sliding open as soon as she approached, a camera detecting her approach and approving her presence. A woman was waiting for her inside - unrestrained, for once. She was a little shorter than Persephone, even in her chic stilettos, and dressed in a style that could best be described as "sultry officewear". A black, custom-fitted suit jacket showed off her hourglass figure, cinched at the waist with a wide leather belt. Beneath it she was wearing a red silk blouse, a sharp V-cut showing off her cleavage, while a short and tight pencil skirt showed off her long legs, suspender-straps visible. Her black hair was cut into a sharp-edged bob, accentuating the sharp cheekbones of her face. She stepped forward, Persephone moving towards her, the two of them placing polite kisses onto each other's faces, trading a swift, business-like embrace and then breaking apart. Persephone ran her hand down the jacket-arm, enjoying the smooth, crisp feel of the fabric, as the woman spoke. 'Your security seems a little... overzealous. I had to invoke your name, otherwise I would have had to undergo a cavity search!' 'We do have paparazzi and the like trying to sneak in, so take security and privacy very seriously! But you are here now - and I'm sure they would have been gentle about it.' 'They wanted to strap me into a medical chair!' 'A search does have to be thorough. I'll ensure you have the appropriate access to make sure that doesn't happen again though.' The woman relaxed, just slightly, brushing some flecks of dust off her shoulders, crimson fingernails flashing, artwork etched onto the long diamonds. 'Hmmm. This place does have a certain reputation! I wouldn't want to disappear, or become one of your "staff". Those collars look rather uncomfortable.' 'They don't complain. And they do make it easy to track them all - they have GPS trackers in, as well as a lot of other trackers. But there's business to discuss.' 'Don't worry, I've arranged for ten of my best models to attend your festive party.' 'Excellent! And I hope you'll be coming as well? I've had you added to the invitation list, and there's certainly people that would be interested in meeting Gabriella Shiraz, the esteemed manager of the KN model agency.' She smiled, trying to make the woman relax, although her caution was understandable. If she had been given a full search, she would probably have had to endure a lot of other things she didn't want to, and still be tied into that gyn chair! 'There will be quite a few people of power and influence there - it would be useful for you to meet them. And I'm sure you have some appropriate outfits?' She reached out again, lightly stroking fingers over the jacket, then the blouse beneath, stopping short of touching skin, for now. 'You don't need to be shy, I'm sure that you will find the entertainments to your liking. If you like, I could show you a demonstration. The rumors are likely somewhat exaggerated.' Persephone moved in close, not letting Gabriella step away, moving her hand over, flesh-on-flesh contact. 'Just like you keep your models in line, we have to keep our employees disciplined, but we're not too harsh about it. Actually, do you remember Mina Everleigh? Something of a competitor of yours. She recently reneged on an agreement, so we are currently in negotiations with her about reparations for her error.' Persephone clicked her fingers twice, a concealed panel on the wall sliding open. 93 appeared, pulling a cart behind her, a young woman securely strapped into place on it. A metal frame held her hands above her head, leather mittens on her hands keeping them in tight fists. She was on her knees, thicks straps over her ankles and just below her knees keeping her locked in place. A thick leather header hood covered her face, padding over her ears, a panel-gag strapped over her mouth. Other than that, she was naked, lusciously tanned skin fully on display. 'This could be a useful chance to demonstrate why you deserve to be in charge of one of the best modelling agencies. After all, I'm sure she would do the same if the position were reversed.' Persephone stroked her nails along the deep-cut cleavage, being careful not to scratch, enjoying the faint blush coming over Gabriella's face. Just the sight of the woman's long, elegant neck, currently bare, made her imagine a collar locked there. But, for now, it was more important to not scare Gabriella off! The hooded woman was straining against her bindings, shoulders twisting, hips shaking. This just drew more attention to the shape of her body, making her breasts jiggle around. 'We like our customers to know fully who they're having fun with.' There was a tablet on the front of the cart, and Persephone tapped it, bringing up the face of the woman bound in place. Quite a good picture - professionally done, smiling in the sunlight. Of course, all that was currently visible of that beautiful face was the blank leather hood, air coming from their nostrils. 'Think of this as a bonus for working with me. A little fun, and the chance to extend your control. She doesn't need to know it's you just yet, but maybe later. And, of course, there's all the equipment that might be needed right here.' She gestured at 93, who opened up trays on the cart, revealing canes, whips, dildos, even several electrical cables and clamps. Everything that could be needed, all in one place - and the occupant of the cart was even occupied to allow fucking, if needed! Persephone grabbed at a breast, not bothering to be gentle, pinching a nipple between two nails and giving it a tweak. The hooded woman immediately tensed up, head twisting around, a muted whine coming through the gag. Persephone squeezed harder, starting to crush the nipple, enjoying the pain she was causing. 'Feel free to join me - she won't know it's you, unless you want her to. These deafen her completely, and of course she can't see.' She tapped the thick lumps on either side of the woman's head, smiling at Gabriella, who was approaching slowly and carefully, still unsure. 'So the rumors...' 'Probably true, at least in part. But I'm sure you can see the advantages of a close working relationship.' She kept pinching the nipple, while reaching between her victim's legs and stroking the bare and exposed pussy there, starting to tease and stimulate it. 'Hmm, it seems that Mina needs some encouragement to enjoy herself. Or perhaps we should just be rough with her? What do you think would be more fun?' She kept stroking at Mina's pussy, looking at Gabriella. Despite her stern demeanor, she had a lovely body - and, from her expression, seemed to be taking some interest in proceedings. She certainly looked as though she had the inclination to be dominant! A short cane was taken from a tray, shorter than Persephone's arms, but thin and flexible, made to leave vicious welts. Persephone took it, giving it an experimental flick, before slicing it down onto Mina's tense thighs. Each thwip left a bright red welt, slapped into soft skin, as her finger started to slide deeper into Mina's body, as the tight cunt loosened. Persephone started to hit harder and harder, using her wrist to strike with maximum force. The gagged gasps of pain got louder and louder, Persephone moving the cane up and down, making sure to leave thin welts all over the tensed-up thighs, feeling a wetness start to flow inside Mina. She handed the cane over to Gabriella, before picking up a pair of metal clamps, squeezing them open and putting one onto a nipple. Mina tensed up, shaking her body around, arms tensing up, but there wasn't any way for her to break free. Persephone pulled on the clamp-chain, stretching out the breast, before leaning in and lightly biting an arm. The pathetic gasping was getting louder now, desperate attempts at pleading getting distorted into meaningless mumbles through the gag. Another biting kiss, and then Persephone attached the other clamp, both nipples now crushed between ridged metal plates. 'Muhh! Nuhhh!' The hooded head shook about, as the cane continued to strike into thigh-meat. There was a look of savage focus on Gabriella's face as she kept using the cane, a flush over her pale features. Mina was now wet enough that Persephone could slide a finger deeper into her, feeling the tension of her inner walls, hips squirming in a useless attempt to shift away enough to get the finger out. Her thighs were now covered with red impact-marks, sore from being struck again and again, as Gabriella looked over everything else in the trays with obvious interest. Persephone kept teasing Mina, feeling the internal heat building up, between tugging on the clamp-chain, being careful to avoid the swing of the cane. 93 stood close by, offering up an electric wand, plugged into the cart, two metal prongs poking out from the handle. Persephone nodded in approval - this one seemed to have a good sense of initiative! She took the wand, jabbing the prongs into Mina's hip and then sliding it upwards, letting the woman feel the metal, managing to squirm away, just a little, probably not even realizing what it was. Her fingers slid out of Mina as she slid the wand around, jabbing it into Mina's belly, and then pulling the trigger. The snap of electricity was viciously loud, a bright white spark slapping into existence for a moment, absorbed into Mina's vulnerable body. She cramped up, head tilting backwards, muscles tight and defined. Her chest was panting for air now, forced on her by the pain and confusion - it would be almost a shame to let this one go, but there was a lot of fun to be had first. She moved the prongs down, twisting them into Mina's damp slit, pushing them into place. A terrified squeal sounded out, hips twisting backwards, but without the movement to escape it. 'We'll keep her for a few days and then let her go - I'm sure she'll be sensible enough not to say anything unwise.' She pushed the prongs further in, easily violating Mina's body. 'But we like to make sure people know that it's unwise to fail to fulfill any agreements made with us. There are penalties beyond the simply contractual.' She pulled the trigger again, and a spasm slammed through Mina's body, her limbs straining against her bonds again, leather straps easily taking the strain. A pathetic attempt at a scream sounded out, a wet gurgle-gasp, limps still spasming. Another pull, and more amusingly desperate spasms, Persephone pulling Gabriella in close. Gabriella didn't resist, her arms going limp now she wasn't striking with the cane. She was tense, a warmth running through her, turning to let herself be kissed on the mouth. Their tongues rolled together, Gabriella lightly grinding herself against Persephone's leg. There was another desperate, muted scream, as Persephone tortured Mina with another pussy-shock, before twisting the wand back and forth, in order to keep her stimulated. She left the wand wedged in place, glancing at the forced-open cunt for a second, the black plastic lump of the wand poking out of the damp slit. Then she turned her attentions to Gabriella, wrapping her arms around the other woman, sliding them beneath the blouse, taking pleasure in the slight hiss of pain she heard when she scratched with her nails. Another kiss, and then she reached beneath the short skirt, easily sliding fingers beneath a scant thong, finding Gabriella's body ready to receive her, pushing a finger into a tight, wet pussy. Gabriella leaned into her, needing her for support, Persephone moving her fingers faster and faster, letting Gabriella feel pleasure. 'That's it - you see, this could be a lovely relationship. Just make sure that your girls know how to behave, and I'm sure you won't end up like Mina.' She set a steady rhythm, hearing Gabriella's breathing start to become loud gasps and pants, the nails of her other hand jabbing into the skin of Gabriella's back. It was nice and easy to hold the woman on the edge of release, her usually-stern expression fading into a slack-jawed stare into the middle-distance, mouth unable to form words. And then, just a little more teasing finger-thrusts, and Gabriella moaned, deep and sultry as she was forced to come, eyelids fluttering, fully supported by Persephone. She let out a gentle moan as she climaxed, Persephone able to feel the tightness of her body, and a sudden increase in wetness. Maybe she'd perform better than Mina had? But it would be fun either way, finding out!
Persephone looked over the contents of her walk-in wardrobe, musing over what to wear. She wanted to look good, of course, but it would have to be something that would distinguish her from the staff. It would be embarrassing to be mistaken for one of the staff, or the models. Her fingers brushed over clothing, feeling the expensive materials, fine silks, lace and custom-made latex, making them rustle and hiss. Just the touch of them was enough to make her feel warm, the temperature of her personal suite set to a nice, comfortable level, so that she could walk around naked without issue. A screen on the wall was showing a live feed of one of the guest rooms, where two members of staff were tied to X-crosses, backs covered with whip-welts. One of them was in the middle of being fucked from behind by a guest, a cock slamming in and out of her tight butt. The sounds made her smile - gagged, mumbling groans and gasps, and the slapping sounds of cock-meat. Now, what to wear? She wanted to look powerful and dominant, but "dominatrix" was so passe! And she wanted to have some fun herself, so nothing that was too hard to squeeze out of. That ruled out most of the catsuits, no matter how tempting they were! Which of the dresses would work, that could stand exposure to various bodily fluids, as well as allowing how to move around properly? Something in silk seemed appropriate - sleek black, with the Tartarus crest stamped over a breast. She reached out and tapped a button to call for help, as the dress needed lacing. A moment later, the door opened, 93 entering with a curtsey. Persephone beckoned her over, not missing the chance to grope at her body, feeling the soft skin beneath the tight latex dress. The Miss Santa outfit was a little trashy, but the woman certainly filled it out well! Tapping a finger against the chastity belt made 93 sigh and bite her lip, cheeks flushing red, making Persephone smile. 'I have been assigned to assist you while you are visiting, Mistress Persephone. I will serve in any way that you desire.' The woman certainly knew her place! Lillith must have been improving her training methods, or the woman was just naturally inclined to serve. 'Put this on me.' 'Yes, Mistress.' Persephone turned around and spread her arms out, able to see herself in a full-length mirror, with 93 behind her. She treated the dress with a due level of respect, carefully sliding it over Persephone's body, the silk lusciously soft against her skin. And 93's hands moved with a pleasing grace and swiftness, arranging the material without pinching or yanking. Either Lillith had managed to refine her training, or this one had some prior knowledge and training in fashion. She let herself be dressed, enjoying the pampering, watching the woman's movements in the mirror, enjoying the sight of the tight dress rippling and shifting, showing off the well-honed body beneath. 'You must be new?' 'Yes, Mistress. I think it has been almost a year? But time is a little... blurry.' Persephone nodded - Lilith liked to keep the staff as isolated as possible, which meant keeping them from knowing dates when possible, and keeping them in sensory deprivation for random periods. It took a toll on some, but it did make them all wonderfully pliable! 'And allowed to speak? You must be doing well!' 'Thank you, Mistress. Being gagged was uncomfortable, so I tried to show myself worthy of advancement as soon as possible. And it's nice to interact with guests this way, rather than in, uh, more basic manners.' 'Being tied down and fucked, you mean? I imagine that can get a little dull, but is a required service. And you would have looked good as a statue-doll. They're one of our more popular services - the hoods guarantee the anonymity of the clients. And it's a convenient position for those that aren't yet fully trained and obedient.' There was a barely perceptible shiver - it seemed as though her time hooded and locked into position was something she remembered! 'Yes, Mistress. It was educational.' Her voice was quieter now, a slight look of worry on her face. 'Well, I'm sure you'll be a good girl, and I won't have to recommend you be put back into that position.' The woman's fingers kept moving, twisting cloth loops over buttons to hold the dress into place, before tightening up laces, binding it more and more tightly onto Persephone's body. Despite the force needed, she still managed to do it with elegance and grace, Persephone shifting her shoulders to fully settle the dress into place. She took a moment to admire herself, flicking her hair back, enjoying the way it accentuated her breasts and hips, but without being as flashy and slutty as the staff. 'You. Down.' She pointed at the ground, 93 only hesitating for a second before obeying, moving onto all fours where Persephone pointed. Persephone planted a foot on her back, pressing down to be sure the woman was firmly planted before standing fully there. The latex dress was smooth beneath her feet, and there was the slightest trace of shaking, but 93 was a serviceable platform, letting her reach onto a high shelf and pull out a shoebox. Before getting down, she opened it, checking it was what she expected, then pressed down harder with her feet, listening for any sound of protest or complaint, but none came, not even after a stamp. She dismounted, sitting on a blocky footstall and stretching out a leg, the dress draping off to leave it the skin bare. Without being prompted, 93 twisted in place, stretching her head out to kiss at the leg, her lips warm and soft. The instinctive submission and devotion made Persephone purr in pleasure, feeling herself warm up - a shame she was already dressed and wanted to stay presentable, and so couldn't get off yet! But that didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy it, as 93 took the shoes from the box. They were strappy, open-toed stilettos, with ribbons that wound up all the way to her knee. 93 gently stroked at Persephone's legs, between planting more gentle kisses, winding the ribbons into place, careful to lay them flat, then tying them into place. When she was done, she kissed Persephone's toes, careful to do so without leaving wet slobber behind. 'Good girl! It seems as though you deserved your advancement.' 93 rose to a kneeling position, hands on her knees, head slightly downcast. 'I am here to serve, Mistress Persephone.' As Persephone extended a leg and drove a stiletto spike into a soft thigh, 93 winced, just slightly. Even when Persephone pushed between her thighs, spike tapping against the chastity belt, there was no reaction other than a slight gasp. She pushed harder, feeling the metal band start to compress the skin beneath, sliding into 93's pussy. 93 gasped again, biting her lip, Persephone smiled down at her, feeling her own warmth spreading. 'I think I will borrow you while I'm here. I'm sure Mistress Winters can spare you.' She moved her foot, until she found the slit in the chastity belt, jabbing the heel-spike through and into 93's slit. 93 gasped, hands tensing on her knees. 'Yes, Mistress Persephone. That would be an honor.' 'Lean back.' 93 obeyed, and this meant that Persephone could push her heel-spike deeper, the entire 4-inch length sinking into place. Each little movement of Persephone's leg made 93 twitch and shudder, her flush deepening, nipples visible through her tight dress. 'I suppose I should see what Lillith's training is producing. It looks like the mental conditioning has been effective - or perhaps you're naturally this desperate and horny? I imagine you haven't had an orgasm for several months?' 'Hahhh... Yes, Mistress. I mean, no, Mistress, I, hahh, haven't.' 'Good. That can be your reward, if you serve well.' Another twist of her leg, as she raised her other foot and jabbed the heel into 93's collarbone, scratching it downwards. 'I can definitely find some tasks for you to do.' She withdrew both legs, seeing pussy-juice shining on one of her heels, holding it up and watching as 93 licked the long, narrow spike, cleaning it off. 'Excellent! What a good girl you are.' She stood, then leaned over, planting a kiss on 93's forehead, then pulling the woman up to standing by her collar-ring, taking the chance for a quick, groping squeeze. She had just enough time for some fun, before needing to go meet-and-greet the guests! 93 didn't resist as Persephone pushed her backwards, out of the walk-in wardrobe, and into her bedroom. 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. Corporate Slave Chronicles: Dressed to Kill Tartarus shipping is famed for the
quality of the human product it trains and ships around the world, caged or
sealed into latex, made to service their new owners. The three Brimstone
Sisters are the heirs to this dynasty, each skilled in pain and shaping the
unwilling to be obedient sex-dolls. Four stories, covering Lilith, Helena and
Persephone, and their father, Lucas. When Maria Gabrinova, another model,
humiliates Persephone Brimstone on the catwalk by sabotaging her outfit,
Persephone decides to get her revenge, swiftly and brutally. She captures them,
binding them into a bitch-suit, down on all fours, forced to be a cute and
loyal pet. Or, if not cute and loyal, at least too afraid of punishment to
misbehave, unable to speak or even walk! Persephone walked down the catwalk, heel-to-toe, each foot in front of the other, making her hips sway. Her dress left one leg entirely bare except for the spiked garter belt, the material rubbing against her other thigh with each stride. The other swished against ankle-length silk, red material billowing against her leg, open-toed stilettos showing off her feet. Her torso was covered by a harness of leather straps, wrapping snugly around her waist, covering her nipples and supporting her breasts, along with a strap buckled around each arm. Her neck was bare, despite the best attempts of the designer to foist a collar on her - that had been a definite "no"! Cameras flashed, but she kept her gaze fixed ahead of her, making sure her face showed the appropriate expression of hauteur and dismissal, above the common rabble, making sure her posture was perfect. She could hear them, murmurs amongst the crowd, hopefully approving. As she walked, she could feel beads gently rub and stroke her pussy, sliding along, lubricated by her own juices, teasing against her clit, making every step a thrill. Her body was warming up, teased and pleasured, the hidden stimulation sending a thrill of pleasure through her. All the barely-glimpsed faces of the crowd looked up at her, their adulation and admiration adding depth to Persephone's desire. She made sure to properly stride and strut, showing off her bare leg, knowing that the other was being teased at by the skirt, and the way the harness hugged itself around her body was tight and delicious, making her want to be held for real - or to have someone bound and at her mercy! To have someone bound and blindfolded and gagged, so that she could control when they were touched, when they experienced pleasure or pain, just the thought made her pussy tingle, her juices making the beads slide more easily through her. Suspension was even better - making someone dangle from the ceiling, unable to fight back or resist in any way, no matter their strength. She reached the end of the catwalk and twisted, putting force into the motion, the skirt flicking and flaring out, revealing her other leg, skin shining under the spotlight. Then she posed, angling her shoulders, leaning over to show off how the harness twisted with her, close and tight to her flesh. Persephone allowed her face some more animation, gifting the audience with a cryptic smile. Her hair had been styled into a ragged short bob, the sort of deliberate mess that had taken a skilled worker time to achieve, golden chains dangling from her ears, falling against her neck as she twisted and posed. Black strands fell over her face until she tossed her head, clearing her vision. Then she leaned forward, legs crossed, the harness tightening over her back, the straps crisscrossing over her spine, compressing her breasts and pushing them up. She could just about see a photographer, who looked slightly distracted, and she pouted before blowing him a kiss, holding the position, shooting a flirtatious wink at him. Then she twisted on a heel to walk away, swaying her ass for the cameras, knowing how tight the dress was against her buttocks, the curves of flesh clearly visible beneath the fabric. The excitement between her legs was almost more than she could bear, her nipples hard against the top. After this, she'd have to have some personal pleasure time! Maybe see if any of the other models were up for some rough play... Although they tended to be very precious about not having their skin marked up, so any strikes had to be very careful and precise, delivered to places that couldn't be seen. As she walked back along the catwalk, another model was stepping out - they were wearing a short skirt, the hemline high enough to show off their suspender straps, and a mesh top with tape over their nipples, along with a leather harness, the straps connected by metal rings. Around their neck was a leather collar, blood-red and held shut with brassy buckles. Their heels were even higher than Persephone's, stiletto-spikes four inches tall. Despite that, she walked with an easy, seductive gait, brown hair falling to her waist, tied with small leather belts. A little too much, there, the hair-straps looking on the verge of falling off and probably held on with something else, but the woman was definitely attractive - she probably wouldn't have quite as good posture with a buttplug in her tight little asshole though! Her pale flesh would look even better wound around with rope, hemp leaving snake-print impressions on their skin when removed. Would she be a screamer, a beggar, or someone that just accepted their fate when put to the lash? Her lips would look better wrapped around a gag-ball, tears streaming down her face, garbled pleading coming from that beautiful face. But then Persephone was past her, stepping out of the view of the audience and into the changing room. She let out a long breath, hands coming up to start pulling the harness off. Other models were lined up to take their turn down the catwalk, one of them teetering on ballet-heels, leaning on the wall for support. Another was being forced into a corset, bent over and up against a wall, cords getting savagely pulled tight, their already-slender waist getting compressed down into something small enough that Persephone could put her hands around it. No wonder her face was looking a little strained, despite the thick makeup! The room was filled with the mingled scents of leather, latex and perfume, models in the process of getting changed, trying to squeeze into slick-smooth latex vests or trousers. She pulled the harness off over her head, tossing it over the back of a chair, feeling the sweaty bands peel off her skin, leaving slight impression-lines where they had pressed. Not as intricate as rope-imprints, and already fading. Those spotlights were hot, and the changing room wasn't much cooler, too many women crowded into too small a space! The skirt at least was easy to discard, a waist-band simple to untie, followed by unbuckling the garter-belt, leaving her naked except for her heels and beaded thong, feeling the air caress her thighs. Damn, she wanted to get herself off! At least no-one noticed her excitement, everyone too busy with their own things. What was she wearing next? There was never enough time to get changed! A dummy held a complicated-looking assemblage of metal, latex and lace - latex hot-pants edged and reinforced with metal, with a harness to cover the chest, along with lace panels between the straps. The black leather had intricate silver whirls and patterns along it, subtle lines on the hot-pants drawing attention to the wearer's crotch. A heavy-looking belt-buckle was on the waist-band, embossed with more swirls and loops. She went towards it, trying to figure out the best way to put it on. 'Let me help with that.' A cut-glass English accent sounded, nailed fingers poking at the bare skin of Persephone's back, scraping down with just a little too much force to be an accident. She resisted the urge to hiss and recoil away, turning to see her rival - Maria. She forced herself to smile rather than growl at the bitch. Maria was wearing a leather catsuit, the cleavage in a steep "V", showing off the mounds of her breasts, and a belly-piercing, metal shining in the light. Ash-blonde hair moved as she flicked her head, eyes sharp as she stared at Persephone. 'It would have looked better on me, but I suppose you can wear it as well.' A manicured nail, bright red, stroked down Persephone's skin, between her breasts, leaving a faint red mark. 'Get a move on, unless you want to miss your cue!' There was no choice but to accept the woman's help, pulling the hotpants up her legs, metal clicking and clacking, the metal hemming rapidly warming against her body. It felt like there were wires throughout the material as well, although they were so snug and tight that movement wasn't much hindered. It was so tight that it pushed her beaded panties deeper into her, making her squirm her thighs together, trying not to let the pleasure show, despite how good it felt! The harness was even more complicated, interwoven belts and straps, everything needing to be in just the right places, Maria tweaking it around with more force than seemed necessary. She pinched and poked at Persephone's skin, "accidentally" squeezing a nipple as she shifted the straps around, her nails harsh and scratchy. There was a box of accessories as well, Persephone's earrings getting changed for silver studs, several rings coming out to complement the colors of the outfit. Then Maria pulled out a collar, a fat leather thing with several bright O-rings, and Persephone shook her head. No collars! 'It's all part of the outfit.' 'No collars!' Persephone glared at Maria, ready to shove her away if the woman tried to force it onto her, fully prepared to fight. She wasn't someone's property or a toy bitch, to be displayed in a collar! Their squabble was interrupted by the hiss of one of the stage-hands, who gestured Persephone over, as the previous model moved away, walking down the catwalk. Persephone shoved Maria away and took her place, twisting around to help the harness settle into place. She did like the way that it clung and embraced her, close to her body, holding her snugly, although the pressure between her legs was getting harder and harder to ignore - she'd have to take it slow, or run the risk of teasing herself to an orgasm on the catwalk! She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, holding her back up straight, proud of how she looked, her legs bare and smooth, still in the heels, her torso shrouded in the gauzy material between the straps, which framed her breasts, perking them up. She peered around the corner, watching as the previous model posed for the audience, bending over at the waist to let their top hang low, showing off their breasts, tight trousers showing off the curves of their ass. And then they stood up and started to walk back, Persephone readying herself, pushing her shoulders back, trying to ignore the faint throb of pain from where Maria had twisted her nipple. As they reached the three-quarters mark, Persephone set out, keeping her gait steady and even. The beads kept teasing and sliding around, nestling deeper inside of her, sealed within the tight pants, rubbing against her walls. She wanted more pressure there - a tongue, sliding and kissing around, soft and warm, pushing her all the way off. Having a squeal model between her legs was already a pleasure! At least the ones that didn't whine too much. The way the straps enclosed her body was arousing, like a long and deep hug, reaching all around her, warm and close. She reached the end of the catwalk and put her hands on her head, letting everyone see how the harness moved with her, emphasizing her hips and breasts. Then she bent over, and felt something along her back click loose, a buckle not properly tied, the weight of the front of the harness making it pull away from her body. She tried to straighten up but wasn't quick enough, the gauze pulling away from her flesh, her hands tangling around it, unable to prevent it falling away. As she stood up, it hit the floor in a clatter of buckles and leather, leaving her topless, breasts on display. Cameras flashed, and she felt a slow and terrible flush burn up her face, a deep humiliation settling into her bones. Paralysis and indecision flared inside of her, unable to determine if she should flee or stay, her flesh tinting pink with a flush of shame from the forced exposure, the beads still rubbing tightly against her. She managed to make herself smile, before composing herself enough to make one arm cover her breasts, trying to hide her sense of shame. She took a faltering step backwards, a heel catching on something and snapping, and she tumbled to the floor, hitting the ground heavily, the impact winding her. The spotlights shone into her eyes, dazing her, as she managed to rise to a crawl, trying to stand, one leg now several inches shorter than the other thanks to the snapped heel, slowly limping her way back to the changing room, the camera-flashes now making her feel shamed and degraded. The other models crowded around her, embracing her and trying to calm her. Through the crowd, she saw Maria, holding a small metal pin - one of the harness buckles! Her humiliation turned into a burning anger, and she felt her nails spiking into her palms as she tensed her fists. Persephone made herself smile, letting herself be embraced and comforted by some of the other models, glad of their warmth and softness. But now she would have to get that bitch back! Maria came over to offer her condolences, her words empty, smiling a little too much. Persephone went through the motions, still covering her breasts with one arm, wanting to collar them, here and now, before fucking them raw! But it would be more satisfying to take her and break her more thoroughly - she'd make a good puppy-bitch, down on all fours, with a tail swaying between her buttocks, arms and legs bound into leather. A t-shirt, soft and baggy, came from somewhere, settling over her body, and Persephone hugged it tightly around herself, glad of the comforting closeness of the other models, breathing in the scent of their bodies and heavy perfumes. She'd have to get her vengeance on that bitch! And soon. She would probably be easy enough to grab, as long as there was someone else to do the carrying... And maybe she could borrow a few things from her sister? Lilith had so much junk around, she wouldn't notice just a few things missing. She wriggled around, the hotpants digging into her skin. Why was there metal woven through them? It didn't show through, but she could feel it pinching her skin, a tight waistband and another cord running between her legs, the waistband above her hips. When she tried to pull on them, the reinforced waistband dug into her flesh. The buckle was metal, refusing to open, locked solid and shut. She looked at Maria, who smirked back, twirling a key between her fingers. The bitch! How the hell was she going to get these off? She could ask Lilith for wire-cutters, but then she'd never hear the end of it. She'd have to try and sort this out herself. And soon - there was no sign of any way of opening up the front, and she would have to go to the toilet sooner or later. Persephone felt at the metal - even with wire-clippers, she'd be at it for most of the night, pinching and snipping her way through it! And she wasn't going to let Lilith anywhere near her with a power tool. |