East Coast Slavers Organization

East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure

Chapter 18 – She's Not a Seamstress (or An Occupational Change)

Aaron was decidedly proud of Puppy's achievements while left alone with the four slaves. Puppy was busy with Sandy and Ingrid's morning routine while Aaron reviewed Puppy's paperwork.

Katria and Wanda had been groggy from their breast augmentation surgery late on Sunday afternoon when Aaron (as Robert Morgan) left for his two-day Caribbean trip. The two patients needed convalescent care while Aaron was gone. Puppy decided on her own to place each girl together in a king-size bed in Bedroom 4A. The girls were unbound except for a strong, flexible ankle chain she ran from each right ankle to a steel shackle mounted at the foot of the bed. The naked companions could cuddle and comfort each other over the next two days while recovering. Puppy brought drinks, snacks, and medicines for the two as necessary. The bedroom had a functional toilet and bath / shower unit, minimizing the sanitation requirements. Puppy typed in her update to Aaron that, "Master, I felt the girls would remain oriented on their mutual goals if the 'scare factor' was removed during convalescence. If locked up separately, I think they would have lost progress. As it is, they will bond all the quicker."

"Puppy was right," Aaron mused as he read through Puppy's reports. It was late on Tuesday night and he was exhausted from the whirlwind week. Doctor Patricia Kay was finally gone forever and Doctor Rachael Patricia Quaid was resettled in the Caribbean with her claws removed. She ended up being the first customer for the miniaturized training system that replaced the bulky dog-training collars. The gorgeous doctor co-designed the new unit with an electronic genius that worked part-time for the organization; it was a poetic inaugural use of the device.

Aaron decided that he would surprise Puppy with a treat and started over to the high-security cages farthest from his office. Any possessions of his acquisitions that he had not destroyed were carefully stored there. He started to go through the nicest clothes he took from Doctor Kay, Ingrid, and Katria. Doctor Kay and Katria each wore dresses tailored for a C cup. All three women had owned expensive clothing; daily work attire, evening clothes, cocktail dresses, and formal gowns. It was a treasure trove of wonderful items, still in fashion. Unfortunately, none of them really fit Puppy given that she had E+ breasts. A sex goddess in silhouette, but no off-the-rack clothes would fit her. Aaron had detailed measurements already for Puppy's body and he decided to get them altered as a surprise.

Aaron sat down at his computer and tried to find the best match for a high-end dress shop that carried most of the designer labels on his stolen dresses. He found a boutique dress shop not too far across town in southern Miami. The boutique owner was prominently shown on the webpage ad as Belinda Maticevski. A small photo depicted a slim and rather haughty looking blonde in her mid forties. Aaron took a dozen of the best dresses and took off for the shop.

Aaron, in his Robert Morgan persona, entered the small dress shop and glanced around. It was decorated rather like a entertainment salon room in a mansion. Comfortable chairs were arranged in a nice sitting area alone one side of the shop and a very few clothing items were tastefully displayed along the opposite wall. Aaron thought that the clothes were probably stored on racks in the back of the shop. "Guess they talk about clothing needs and Belinda brings out items for consideration," he thought as he waited to get some attention and service.

Belinda and a young helper were fawning over an older woman with a frumpy body. They were trying to get the woman to purchase a gown obviously made for a woman with a younger, slimmer build. It looked hideous on the woman. Robert was not impressed with the greedy salesmanship. The dresses Robert was holding started to weigh down on his arm. He looked calm and self-possessed, but he was becoming agitated.

Finally, when the older woman disappeared into a changing room, the shop owner came over to see what Robert wanted. They exchanged a few words of pleasantry and Aaron explained what he wanted to do, explaining that it was a surprise and that he was looking for first-class tailoring because of his friend's rather large bust size. Belinda's face started to become colder and more distant with each word Robert spoke. When he mentioned the full E cup he needed to have the dresses fit, she exploded with cool distain, "Really, you must realize it is beneath my shop to become involved in your tawdry problems. Just because you want to alter some second-hand gowns to fit your busty tart doesn't mean I will help you. After all, I'm not some common seamstress. My assistant, Barbara, is too busy to help you either."

The lady in question, a very young-looking blonde, looked askance at Robert as she heard her bosses comment, flipped her long hair, and haughtily walked away. If Robert wasn't so seething inside, he would have noticed how tight her butt was under the fashionable clothing. The trim young assistant's twin cheeks undulated with a snappy movement under the silk.

Robert was taken aback. He calmly explained that he held over a $100 thousand worth of dresses on his arm, many from among the same labels she carried. "Madame, I picked your establishment because of the quality work you do and the fine line of clothing you represent."

None of his explanation made the slightest difference to Belinda Maticevski. She had already decided that he was riffraff and wanted nothing to do with him, his clothing, or his slut. "That bitch actually called Puppy my slut," Robert later mused as he sat fuming in his car from the blistering treatment he received. Just before he stormed out, Belinda picked up the phone and threatened to phone the police if he didn't leave within an instant.

Aaron went back to the warehouse to make lunch and sit down with Puppy. With Katria and Wanda still on recuperative rest status, Puppy had only the newest two sluts, Sandy and Ingrid to train. Puppy had enough free time that Wednesday afternoon to spend some time with her Master, Aaron.

Puppy let him know that she was delighted with the training concept Aaron proposed for Sandy and Ingrid. Aaron's idea was especially wicked given that Sandy thought herself a switch-hitting dominate/submissive and an AC/DC sexual partner. During their introductory session, Aaron made it very clear that Sandy was to become a 100 percent submissive bondage slut subservient to Ingrid. Sandy would remain in near complete bondage all day and Ingrid was to train the slut. Puppy would in turn only have to train Ingrid. As Ingrid maintained a special dislike for the full-figured blonde that took such glee in humiliating her, Sandy was in for a rough time. Unknown to both slaves, the end game plan called for a final switch in status for each. Ingrid would become a permanent sex slave herself and submissive to the naturally dominate Sandy. Ingrid's situation would take a drastic turn for the worse as a full-time bondage slut. Depending upon how long it took to find the right owners for the two, Puppy and Aaron might let the deviant Sandy train another slut or two. It all depended upon the quality stock harvested and the potential end-use for them.

--L--A--T--E--R--

Aaron and Puppy moved to an unused bedroom in the B Row training area and spent their post-lunch break cuddling and kissing. While Aaron was fondling Puppy's huge breasts, he heard Sandy give a particularly pronounced scream as Ingrid did something to hurt her. Something clicked. He had a delightful, wicked idea. It came from the association of Sandy (a potential trainer of sluts) and Puppy's huge breasts (a severe challenge for finding attire that fit) that gave him the idea. It would change Belinda Maticevski's life forever, and for the worse. Aaron left a slightly quizzical Puppy and took off to his office for some fast internet searches. After all, he didn't want to ruin her surprise.

--L--A--T--E--R--

At dusk, Aaron Clarke left his warehouse in predator mode. Once again as Robert Morgan, he dressed in dark clothing and brought two duffle bags. The remainder of his van was empty, leaving plenty of room for cargo. He first drove toward Belinda's shop and parked to do some final reconnaissance of the area. The fashionable shopping district had somewhat of a problem after dark; it became far more foreboding than during the day and no clients would linger in this area after sunset. Robert found her Jaguar in the parking garage and parked beside it on the driver's side. He put on his vest, checked his gear, and waited. Around seven, Belinda and her young assistant entered the parking garage. Robert had already determined that there were no security systems anywhere on the premises. There was no guard or pay booth as only monthly parkers with passes could use the facility. Robert took care of getting into the garage in his characteristic manner; he broke one of the two card readers, hung an out of order sign on it, and drove into the garage.

Belinda approached her car and remotely unlocked it. The chirp from the vehicle unlocking was Robert's warning to get ready. He checked his holsters and pockets that were holding his taser, stun gun, and 9-mm. Everything was ready. As Belinda's hand touched her door handle, and her attention focused on entering her automobile, Robert struck. He quickly rabbit punched the haughty woman solidly in her kidneys. Before she even hit the dirty concrete, the assistant was thrown backward by her own spasming muscles from the twin taser darts buried in her taut stomach. As Belinda continued to her slide down to the pavement, he spun the cunt around and bitch-slapped her, twice. She could only stare stupidly at him as she lost all muscle control. In her fear, she voided her bowels and peed on herself.

Within moments, she was laid out on her back in the van, spread-eagled and helpless. Robert's favorite, a bright red ballgag adorned her mouth and extremely heavy-duty chains bound her limbs out painfully. The chains were really just a dramatic touch that would foster extra fear in the woman. Belinda was not street-wise, was never spoken back to, and always got her way. Robert was going to change that, quickly; Belinda reminded him of a worse version of his soon-to-be ex-wife, Veronica. The assistant, an unexpected bonus, was simply trussed up, gagged, and thrown forward of the helpless Belinda.

Robert grabbed a carpet knife from a small toolbox secured behind the passenger seat. He grabbed the woman's blouse collar, lifted up strongly, and in one long cut, sliced through all her clothing all the way down to her pubic bone. One more set of cuts from the collar down each sleeve, and the woman was totally naked, lying in a cushion of tattered clothing. Robert opened up the vehicles first aid kit, rummaged through it for a minute, and pulled out several ammonia capsules. He broke on under her nose and held it in place till she regained consciousness and her eyes started to water. Robert matched her stare, eye-to-eye, and deliberately bitch slapped her again; once, a pause, and then a second hard blow.

Belinda was scared beyond anything she ever imagined in her life. This huge maniac actually beat her. Her kidneys ached with each breath she took. "I'll see him in the gas chamber for this," she vowed. Then he struck her face twice more. "He slapped me four times now, the bastard." She couldn't help it; she burst into sobs and wept uncontrollably. Her vision blurred and she had trouble focusing on the evil man. A cold wet cloth wiped across her eyes and nose. She calmed down enough to see again.

Robert looked her in the eyes again and said, "You were a real first-class bitch. However, no more. If you follow directions, then you will hurt a lot less. Give me problems and you will feel pain." With that he grabbed each of her nipples between a calloused thumb and forefinger, twisted, and squeezed as hard as he could. Robert watched with some satisfaction as her face contorted in pain, unintelligible gurgles tried to break through the tight gag, and her chest rose up as far as she could thrust it in an attempt to relieve the stabbing pain. He held on to her tortured nipples and lifted up, further contorting her abused breasts.

Robert then reached into a vest pocket and withdrew his evil looking stun gun. He leaned forward to just inches away from her face and fired the gun. A blaze of electric fire jumped between the gun's electrodes and crackled wickedly. Robert moved the gun away and said, "This gun is next if you give me any problems." He paused to drive the sharp electrodes deep into the side of one of her tits and continued, "Guess where the next one goes? Will you cooperate?"

Belinda was gagged and speechless. She already ached in more pure throbbing pain than she had ever faced in her life. She wanted no more mistreatment. Belinda shook her head up and down; she would cooperate.

The man yanked the gag out of her mouth with a plopping noise. Her jaws were already stiff and sore from the few minutes that the hugely oversized thing had been in her mouth. She felt the damp cloth wipe her face again. The man continued, "I have some detailed questions and you better answer honestly." Belinda nodded, too afraid to speak yet.

As usual, Aaron Clarke / Robert Morgan was well prepared in the questions he asked. He started with queries that led the woman to believe he was just a common burglar. The idea was to thoroughly cow the bitch, leaving her hope for release back to normal life. He even prompted her about the insurance coverage on the dress shop. Belinda answered all his first round of questions pertaining to the layout of her business, what type tailoring equipment she had, her own background in the fashion industry, her alarm codes, etc.

As a final ploy to ensure that she told the truth, he jammed the stun gun between her breasts and brutally tied 5-mm bondage cord around it, her breasts, and her torso. With a somewhat theatrical move, he pretended to plug a phone line between an oversized battery operated digital clock and the stun gun. He started the timer on the clock and spoke, "Here it is bitch, your moment of truth. I'm going to do a fast recon of your office. If I run into problems and can't get here in fifteen minutes, the timer will fire that stun gun into your breast every three minutes till I return. The electrical charge will cook a hole right into you." He paused to let it all sink into the befuddled brain of the woman.

"Anything you forgot to tell me or want to add?" he asked dryly.

She did. "Yes, the alarm codes," she panted in dismay. "I wasn't thinking straight and I gave them to you backward. The code is my birth date only backward; April 1959 becomes 95914, not the way I gave it to you as 41959. Please I was so afraid," she whined and cringed

Robert reset the clock again and said, "Last time, here I go. See you in fifteen." He looked her in the eye to be sure that was it. At her nod, he jammed the ballgag back in and locked her in the van. She couldn't make the slightest sound or movement.

Robert really didn't want much from the woman's shop. He did grab the most outrageously expensive outfits that she had in the store and stuffed a duffle bag with an expensive sewing machine and lots of odds and ends that a newly hired seamstress might be able to use. Nothing else was worth his interest. He left the lights on and the door unlocked as he simply walked away, an arm loaded with dresses and a heavy oversized duffle bag clutched in his other hand. Belinda Maticevski's dress shop was no longer in business. "Guess she decided to start anew, and work her way up from the bottom of her new career field," Robert grinned at his joke as he threw her things into the van.

At the warehouse, Aaron looked down on the helpless woman. She was trim and in very good shape, considering her age, forty-six. Her breasts were small and nowhere near as firm as those of his sluts or sex companion slaves were. On her 125-pound frame, the B cups were a nice size. He judged her completely fuckable, but not his idea of a keeper. Her new position in the company would not be a waste of expensive merchandise. That was the idea after all; Belinda would soon learn a new meaning to the word humiliation. Aaron decided that he had no time for the two new cunts and left them in the van after removing the gags and the stun gun from Belinda's breasts. He did place blindfolds on them and left.

Aaron took off some of his covert operations gear and donned another shirt. He walked out of the warehouse and sprinted across the industrial complex to a bus stop, but not the nearest by any means. The roundabout route he took got him back to the general area of Belinda's shop. He looked down the street from a nearby corner and saw no activity by the shop. Nothing amiss had been noted or reported. He turned away and proceeded back into the parking garage, stopping first to raise the exit arm on the broken card reader.

Belinda's Jaguar was a dream to drive. "Hmmm, the slut had good taste in automobiles at least," he thought to himself as he shifted into third gear. "Have to be careful driving this; it's too easy to speed in." Aaron pulled over onto a side street and busied himself for a few minutes putting down the top and admiring his new vehicle. It was a 2002 Jaguar XKR 450 Grand Prix Convertible. The car was in immaculate shape and was black, actually the manufacturer called the paint finish anthracite with ivory classic trim.

Aaron pulled into the warehouse and lowered the bay doors behind him. Then he turned on the warehouse lights. It was dangerous, but while driving he decided to change his plans with Belinda a little for the night. After all, she did remind him of that other bitch Veronica.

The Jaguar glided out through the open warehouse doors again from the dark warehouse and into the night. The top was now back up, generating quite a bit of privacy given the heavy tint on the windows. Aaron turned on the car headlights and glanced beside him. Belinda was a sight to behold. She now sported the nearly totally naked, bondage slut look. Aaron had tightly fitted a garish wig with long red hair atop her head. He then carefully braided the long red hair into a ponytail and slid a black leather bondage hood over her head, allowing the ponytail to emerge through an opening in the back of the hood. The zippered mouth slot hid a ringgag with and additional inflatable bladder gag, fully pumped up and painfully expanding her jaws. She was effectively silenced. Belinda's terror-stricken eyes looked through the small eye openings. Aaron had told her nothing about his plans.

Belinda also wore a thin black slave collar with a five-foot linked chain dog lead already clipped to it. Bright blue 5-mm line wrapped her breasts in a classic figure-eight tie. Her already black and blue breasts bulged obscenely; the painful tits decorated with a pair of gaudy three-inch hoop earrings inserted into her newly pierced nipples. Belinda also wore a heavy leather bondage belt padlocked around her waist. Her wrists were locked to the belt at the small of her back and her elbows locked to her sides. Belinda wore nothing below her belly button except for a pair of black 'fuck me' high heels. After dressing the woman, Aaron quickly shaved her pubic area and cunt bald.

Aaron actually had redressed back to the same outfit that he used when kidnapping Belinda; black boots, heavy-duty black brushed cotton utility trousers with pockets, a loose-fitting black long-sleeved shirt, and black kid leather gloves. He reached his destination in another warehouse district and pulled up to the covered valet parking stand.

Aaron Clarke had never been here before. Steve Austin, Aaron's west coast partner, recommended the club and provided the correct membership information to get Aaron in for the night as Robert Morgan. A valet attendant opened each door of the Jaguar. Aaron walked leisurely around the hood and took the dog lead offered by the alert attendant. "She's still a little frisky, isn't she? Aaron conversationally asked the attendant who just nodded matter of factly. "Come in and see her on your break if you want. I'll leave her in the free-play area for anyone to enjoy." With that said, Aaron walked into the club leading the unwilling girl on a short, tight lease.

The bouncers checked Aaron's identification, as Robert Morgan, with names on their guest list and let him in. They pointedly ignored the bondage slut he dragged in behind him. Robert wandered aimlessly for a few minutes to become familiar with the layout. The crowd was mixed, male and female, sub and dom. Belinda was among the kinkiest looking with her being totally naked. He saw an unoccupied play area and opened the velvet rope divider to precede his newest cunt into the enclosure. Robert closed the entry and glanced around the space. The play area was about ten feet by fifteen and surrounded by a single velvet rope strung through loops atop three-foot poles. This space had several lines hanging from pulleys on the ceiling, steel loops bolted into the floor, and a display horse (a padded barrel shaped device on four legs for securing a slave across it for spanking, whipping, or just sex). A small black lacquer stand held a limited number of whips, crops, clean dildos, and an open bowl full of condoms. A few pieces of heavier apparatus were located in a distant corner.

Robert pulled a dog's choke collar out of a pouch in his pants leg and lowered it over Belinda's head. He yanked it taut and clipped it to a rope dangling from the ceiling. Robert pulled on the line until Belinda was helplessly staggering below it on only her tiptoes. He unclipped her dog lead from his collar and slipped that into his pouch. The blue bondage cord was unwrapped from her torso, freeing her bruised breasts. He stood behind her and roughly mauled her sensitive titties to help get the blood flowing and to cause her additional pain.

While Belinda stood there, certain she was in hell and that she would choke against the damnable dog choke chain, Robert manhandled the display horse to the center of the room. He decided to attach each of Belinda's wrists to different sides of the horse. This would force her to lean forward, titties hanging down. After she was in this position, Robert pulled the choke chain and moved Belinda forward till her head hung just over the horse. He secured the chain tight to a floor bolt and then forcefully spread her legs into a painful, wide-open position using a steel spreader bar. The last touch was removal of the inflatable gag, leaving drool dangling from the ringgag stuck behind her teeth.

Robert then moved to the only chair within the enclosure and sat down to view his slut. A cute cocktail waitress wearing only a leather miniskirt and heels slipped under the rope and asked about a drink order. Robert ordered two Pacificos and spoke briefly about purchasing a souvenir item. Belinda couldn't quite follow the conversation.

While waiting for the drinks, Robert picked up a marker and filled in the placard with:

Free Play Authorized: No Permanent Marks

This slut has been disobedient and needs correction

Use her freely; condoms only

Her name is Cunt

Just moments later, a small furtive looking man entered the area and silently set up a tripod and a video camera. Once everything was to his satisfaction, he approached Robert who handed him several Benjamin Franklins.

The cute topless waitress returned and knelt down beside Robert to set his beers on a small table. Robert gave her a fifty and directed that she could keep the change if she did him a favor. She nodded, eager to keep the highest possible tip. The request didn't faze the girl at all; she simply picked up the newly opened bottle of Mexican beer and walked over to Belinda. The waitress got Belinda's attention, took a sip of the beer, licking the rim in obvious enjoyment and then walked around to her rear. Belinda's chin launched up, nearly choking her, as the waitress plunged the cold long-neck bottle deep up into her unprepared cunt. The waitress pushed, twisted, and tortured the poor woman with the bottle until it slipped in past the neck to the larger body. Then, she quickly yanked it out and brought it to Robert. He sniffed it like a fine wine, touched the bottle with his tongue, and took a long drink. Yes, he thought, revenge was sweet.

He then hung the up the sign, opened the rope entry, and sat down to watch the fun. Belinda's wide-open eyes looked directly at his seated form. Inwardly she was apologizing and begging for mercy. Outwardly, her drooling mouth, exposed tits, and back thrust ass were an invitation for rape and abuse. Trapped as the featured toy in a free-play scene at a bondage and discipline club, Belinda was in trouble. She was not alone for long. She was going to get quite an education.

The small crowd that gathered stood politely at the ropes and waited for a development. Finally, a huge shirtless black man wearing an executioner's mask and black leather pants strode confidently into the ring. He turned and shut the rope behind himself. The message was clear, it was his turn first, and everyone else should just stand back and watch. The unknown man nodded with respect to Robert and then walked over to the secured slut. His gigantic hands slid down the broad expanse of her exposed back and down around her ass. He lingered there, caressing and squeezing her ass to get a measure of the woman presented for his use.

She saw the black man approach and then felt large calloused hands slide down her back and momentarily cup her bare ass cheeks. She twisted as best she could to evade his touch. Instantly her ass stung from a vicious blow. "Ughhh," she howled. "Ohppp hatt!" she complained.

Robert spoke to the unidentified dom and said, "The slut is new to this. She volunteered to come tonight without understanding the ramifications. I warned her, that once in the club it's too late to back out. She begged and insisted she come with me and swore that she would not embarrass herself. I bear no responsibility for her pain, nor am I responsible for her lack of training. Do as you wish."

The man nodded with satisfaction at the explanation. He had considered leaving the ring as the slut was obviously unschooled and he felt that maybe her Master was an untested wimp. Robert's statement let him know the actual circumstances and convinced him to stay and correct the bound girl. He turned to pick up a short crop when Robert spoke again.

"By the way, she hates blacks and Hispanics." He spoke easily and in a non-confrontational manner. "She thinks they are beneath her. Maybe that's another reason for her crappy response to you. No offense, but do you think we should limit the doms using her tonight to only men and women of color?"

Belinda had listened with horror as her kidnapper spoke of her in such horrid terms. When she realized that he was setting her up for a racially motivated beating and rape, she started to protest, "Hmfff, ohhh, ohhh, hoppp hit!"

The Master heard Robert and the cunt. He nodded again and dropped the crop onto the table. Instead, he turned to a short, multi-thronged whip. Silently he walked around to end where the redhead's face was. He grabbed her chin and forced the whip handle across her open, drooling maw. He then said, "You named yourself a bondage slut by coming here in this costume. The poor attitude you show challenges every Master and Mistress in the club to correct it. You may never return for all I care; but tonight inside this place, you are a bondage slut, and bondage slut you will act or face the consequences. This is no game to me, bitch." With that, he pulled her unwilling face up against his groin and aimed his free arm down her back to her ass. The whip hissed and struck.

Belinda felt the man's leather-covered crotch mash against her painfully extended jaw and it nearly blocked her nostrils. Already humiliated, the thought of almost touching a black man's cock was too much. She started to struggle to get loose again. Then liquid fire splashed across her lower back and against each of her ass cheeks. Even the gag didn't distort the shrill yowl of pure agony that burst from her lips. Her back burned again; this time she heard the whistle of the whip through the air on its journey to destroy her body. She shrieked in pain again, … and again as he continued to stroke down her length with consistent, even-paced blows. Finally, she felt the pain slip away and she fainted.

The man was good. Robert saw that the instant her head slumped against his groin, the whipping stopped. The waitress slipped through the ropes again to check about refreshing their drinks. This time, she introduced herself as Denise George. Robert asked the leather-clad dom if he needed a drink yet. The man shook his head, no. At the response, Robert whispered something else to the waitress. She hesitated, looked at his face, and hesitantly nodded. He peeled off several $100 bills and she scurried away on her errand.

The dom continued to silently caress the unconscious woman's body, waiting for her to regain consciousness. It was slow going.

A huge bouncer slipped cumbersomely under the ropes and whispered in Robert's ear. He surreptitiously handed Robert two small bags filled with mesh-covered ampoules and a small plastic squeeze tube. Robert walked over and quietly spoke to the dom, "This is your scene and your rules. If you don't want this suggestion, then fine; I'll walk away for a while and let you do your work. However, the slut is my responsibility. I authorize you to use these if you wish. Just nod if you know what they are and want to use them."

The dom glanced at two baggies containing different chemicals and read the writing on the tube. He thought a moment and slowly nodded. Inwardly he grinned. The stranger with the juicy bitch just confirmed that he was no amateur. He nodded again in silent respect. One bag went into each of two leg pouches and the tube was set down on the small table beside the other bondage items. He left one ammonia capsule in his hand and broke it under her nose. The bound slut's response was immediate. Deciding that things should pick up a bit, he again presented his groin to the wildly uncooperative bitch. The more she wriggled and fought to escape his growing hardon, the more she choked herself and simultaneously sealed her doom. The man loved to dominate submissive sluts and this prejudiced bitch was getting his cock to wake up fast. He decided to put her through some hard paces.

Belinda woke to an awful burning in her nose. She jerked to escape the fumes and the unforgiving chain choked her breath away. Her head rebounded down and struck the leather-clad groin presented to her face. The fine, supple leather of the discipline hood did little to blunt the feel of the growing lump pressing against her face. Blinded by the man's groin in her face, she felt his hands clasp behind her head and her head yanked around his groin. She thought in terror, "He's masturbating against my face. What a disgusting creature."

The man stepped back and unzipped his pants. His hand clasped a monstrous, partially swollen snake as it uncoiled through the opening. The black cock was already nearly nine inches long and steadily pulsed larger and larger. He pulled one of his own condoms from a pocket, with obvious practice opened it, and slipped it one with only one hand. The other hand kept her head restrained the entire time.

After a few strokes to assure he was ready, he started to feed the head into her mouth. If the ringgag hadn't forced her jaws open unnaturally wide, the head would never have fit. The bulbous end was gigantic. It was the size of a small apple.

Belinda was in a panic. She could barely focus on the giant black cock that waved so close to her eyes. She got an instant headache tying to focus cross-eyed on the huge thing. Then it filled her stretched jaws and forced her tongue to the floor of her mouth. It filled her completely. She could only snort and wheeze trying to breathe through her nose. Suddenly, she snorted in a fiery breath that burned its way into her lungs. She tried to shake free of the vapor, but it started to make her dizzy and action in the room seemed to slow. Her body seemed to glow with sensation and she receded as if watching from a distance.

The dom felt her spasm beneath him as the amyl nitrate popper burst open under her nose just as she took another long shuddering snort through her mucous-filled nostrils. At the same time, her throat relaxed and he drove all the way in, fully seating eleven inches of soda can thick dick meat down her throat. He ground his pubic hairs against her stretched lips and reveled in the feeling. This bitch was his to dominate and she could do nothing to stop it. "Arghhhh," he grunted in glee.

Belinda felt everything with crystal clarity. Her headache increased, but it was the type sensation to ignore; so she did. Under the bondage hood, her face flushed and that extra flow of blood felt somehow sexual. The huge log jammed down her throat should have made her gag and vomit; instead, it felt good. She felt her throat spasm involuntarily around the cock, almost as if to massage it and pull it deeper into her gullet. The neurological overload somehow plugged into her female core, increasing blood flow to her cunt and vaginal mound. The area started to tingle.

The dom turned toward Robert and pointed to the plastic tube that he had been given. Robert stood up and grabbed the tube and a medium-sized dildo. He carefully spread a thin layer of the aromatic gel onto the cock and gently set it against her cunt. Once it was well seated and swirled around a few times, he thrust it home with a single thrust.

The effect was immediate. Belinda felt something fuck deep within her guts. She unconsciously raised her head in protest, choking herself and pulling the fleshy cock slightly out of her throat. Then the effect of the liniment hit her already heightened senses. The fiery heat exploded from her cunt, deep into her core. Her head plunged down, fully seating the monstrous cock into her throat. Her nose burned again, her lungs instantly metabolized the chemical, and her heart pumped it to her brain. She climaxed and the drug compressed time, and extending the drugged bitch's orgasm. The orgasm continued as the cock at her mouth and cunt started to move in and out, pumping more sensation into her body. Later, she would wonder that her body could climax so many times and for what seemed like hours. Belinda felt that her slutty body betrayed her, forcing her to become a whore and cock hound. Over the next hours, men and women would force her into orgasm after orgasm. She would never again think of herself as a classy, upper crust woman.

Denise George came by the outside of the roped area and got Robert's attention. He nodded back and slipped under the rope to join her, abandoning his bondage slave to the crowd's mercy. Robert had arranged for a private tour of the club. Earlier he offered to hire the waitress for her effort. She cleared it with the bartender and returned to take him through the extensive facilities. There were far more people in the club than he had first thought. In addition to the public areas where he left Belinda, there were individual rooms for private, voyeuristic, and hands-on participation. A few specialty areas drew Robert's attention. The club had a resident tattooist, a body-piercing specialist, and amazingly, a surgeon. Each specialist had small, permanent stands in an area build to resemble a dungeon with a series of alcoves. Each specialist was setup in one of the cave-like alcoves. Robert started to think that this visit might bear fruit beyond just the humiliation and breaking of slave Belinda.

Robert changed his mind about continuing the tour and paid Denise for her help. She kissed him back for the generous tip and squeezed his ass before he pulled back. "Maybe we can play around a little some other time?" she asked. "I am available for just about anything you want," she smiled and teased, "I just have to clear it with my boss."

Robert grinned and considered the offer. He told the busty young thing that he may just do that, and thanked her for the help. She strode away as he began a discussion with the piercing artist. Robert had more work to do that night. The club's doctor, a Doctor Joan Miller, was a tempting morsel that he wanted to get to know better and to feel her out for some high-price, and thoroughly unethical, medical procedures.

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Some time later, Robert returned to claim his cunt from the free play area. A heavyset dyke held Belinda's fake red ponytail with both hands and swirled it around, forcing the exhausted woman's tongue to wander across her cunt mound. The dyke was seated, leaning back, with her legs wrapped around Belinda's back. Behind Belinda stood another woman holding a two-foot long, three-inch wide leather strap. As Belinda failed to perform energetically enough, the dyke would nod to her friend, whose powerful arms would sling the strap with an awful whistling sound ending in the splat of impact upon tender flesh. It appeared that Belinda had learned some new tricks that night.

Robert sat down at a nearby table and waved Denise, the cocktail waitress down. It looked as if the crowd wanted some more time with his toy. A hulking man eased gracefully into a chair beside Robert and held out his hand. "Good evening. I'm the manager of the club, Todd Mitchum."

Robert introduced himself and said something about enjoying his visit to the club.

Todd seemed to know all about his guest status and he also held Aaron/Robert's partner, Steve Austin, in high regard. There was a connection between the two, but Todd didn't volunteer much. However, he did add in all seriousness, "I just want to be sure that you enjoy this as a relaxing evening off and not to consider this a shopping trip."

Robert smiled and responded easily, "I understand completely. Actually my only intent tonight was to punish her," He nodded toward Belinda. "But, I have to admit that I have made some valuable contacts among your craftsmen here tonight. Is that a problem?"

Todd smiled and said, "No, actually I knew about your discussions with the tattoo artist, our resident piercing guy, and our on-staff doctor, the plastic surgeon. We find that it is handy to pay a good, reliable local doctor to be on hand in case a pet, toy, or sub gets unexpectedly damaged here at the club. The idea is to be as discrete as possible, and Doctor Joan Miller is both talented and discrete."

Robert agreed and the conversation shifted to Belinda. Todd said, "I gather that the lady is not too willing about being here tonight?"

Robert looked shocked and said with a grin, "Well, you can be sure that she is getting way more than she bargained for. Your customers seem to really enjoy playing with her."

Todd nodded and looked over where Belinda was now being double-teamed by two male muscular submissives. Their female Mistresses were stroking away at their asses as they fucked violently into Belinda. One was pounding deep into her gullet and his partner was buried deep into her rectum. If either showed signs of slowing, their Mistresses would snap a carriage whip at their naked and hairy asses. Each of the two was completely covered in sweat. Todd, smiled and explained, "Cock rings you know. They get to fuck till they drop, but can't come; especially in some strange cunt like that. I hear they get to beat off once a month while adoring their Mistress. Tough life being a sub."

Robert glanced over and wondered how their condoms could hold up under the blistering pace. Belinda would have a hard time walking tomorrow. She had some training coming in her new occupation as laundry slut and bondage whore. He would come back to the club again, probably with Belinda. Todd had told him that his entry and drinks were free anytime he brought the 'cunt'. When it came time for the tattoo and piercing to be done on Belinda, they would set her up in a back room, charge a nominal entry fee for a charitable cause, and once again allow free unrestricted play with her body. After all, there must be a needy charity in town somewhere.

Author: Desert Dog ****** E-Mail: Desertlickingdog at yahoo dot com