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Hangover pt. 2
Lisa hurried back to the club. She moved as fast as she could with the cuffs still locked to her piercings. She put on a pair of panties before she left to keep them in place and keep them from dangling back and forth tugging painfully at her cunt lips. She did have to wear a skirt though; no way she could have hidden the bulge of handcuffs in her tight jeans. She still had the plug up her ass, she tried to remove it but figured it was too big. If she had the time she would have tried to ease it out her asshole but figured she didn’t have the time to do it. She was nearly hysterical. The life she led would be over if those girls really posted that video. Her career would vaporize as would her social life. She resolved to do the best she could to keep them from ruining her and cling on to the tingle in her cunt to make her last through whatever they had in store for her.
The club was only open for half an hour and almost empty, except for the four girls sitting at the back, almost a secluded area. Lisa looked on her watch: 7.59 pm, she did make it in time. The girls cheered as Lisa walked over to them, her head bowed in shame, blushing deeply. One of them looked at her: “Look who’s back for more”.
Lisa sat down on an empty chair unable to face their smirking faces but was topped dead in her tracks.
Lisa just looked at the girl puzzled.
She murmured a “sorry” as she got up again, blushing even more. Being bossed around by this girl was bad and she feared what this night had in store for her. She feared even more that her cunt could cream up again like when she watched the video, making the girls think she was into this.
The girls wasted no time.
Lisa obeyed and pulled down her top, revealing her tits. The girls seemed disappointed.
They burst into laughter and Lisa felt her nipples getting hard. Because of the cool evening air she told herself, but she knew better. The girls of course noticed.
Again they laughed out loud.
A tear was running down Lisa’s face as lifted her skirt only to be laughed at again.
Lisa looked down. The steel loops of the handcuffs made it look like a gaping wide open cunt pressed against her panties.
Lisa put her panties down slowly, revealing her cunt. The cuffs were glistening with her cunt juice.
The cuffs dangled from her cunt lips and tugged hard on her. Lisa moaned.
Lisa whimpered, god knew what those girls had in mind.
One girl waved her foot in front of her. Lisa began to bow down but was stopped again.
Lisa closed her eyes and sank to her knees. Even before she opened her eyes again she could feel a big toe invade her mouth. Instinctively she began sucking on the toe in her mouth while the girls applauded. After what seemed like an eternity the girl withdrew her foot from her and slapped Lisa’s face with the sole of her foot.
She was slapped again.
During the next hour Lisa sucked and licked all four girls’ toes for all she was worth, hoping and praying they’d let her go. But for the girls the night just began. They ordered her to get up and to leave the bar with them the way she was: tits hanging out of her top, the cuffs visibly dangling between her legs. On the street the girls sang “Slave 4 U” and bumped their hips into Lisa making her almost trip and send the cuffs swaying painfully.
After a ten minute walk Lisa realized they stood outside last night’s tattoo parlour again. She started to cry as they walked in. Tattoo guy recognized the posse straight away and greeted them.
Lisa started to get scared now. They led her in the back room again. This time she was tied to the bench with her legs spread. The girls cheered when they saw Lisa was still wearing the plug. The first girl sat on Lisa’s face again just as Lisa heard the tattoo needle come to life. She was told to lick them good or else they’d tattoo her all night, tattoo her tits or her forehead, not just her cunt.
Lisa was a quivering mess by the time tattoo guy stopped his work. A bandage was placed right above her cunt where they had tattooed her, so Lisa didn’t even know what they chose to put on her. Up to know she only serviced three of the four girls and number four was ready to get comfortable on Lisa’s face as they discussed what to do with her while she ate the girl out. Lisa never heard what they came up with but she soon felt it. Her inner cunt lips were pierced twice on each side and she screamed in the girl’s cunt above her all the way just as the girl came.
They made her get up and she looked in horror down her cunt at the large bandage above her cunt and her new piercings, four heavy rings pulling her lips down. The girls untied her and made her kneel in front of tattoo guy again. Lisa had to suck him again and thankfully he was cumming down her throat in no time. As they left he gave her a hard slap on her ass.
They wandered on down the street. The cuffs were still dangling from yesterday’s piercings, her tits still hanging out of her top and the girls tucked the back of her skirt in her waistband again, making her flash her plugged ass on the street.
They didn’t walk long however for the next stop was right ahead, the porn shop. Lisa was pushed in and the guy behind the counter greeted the girl with a big bag already in his hand. Since Lisa had no money or credit card on her they made her blow the cashier too and then went on to the restroom. If the shop itself was seedy the restroom was the worst place on earth. Filthy and with numerous remains of people fucking from what seemed to be decades ago. Lisa was shaking with fear as to what she had to do here. The girls pulled out a ring gag and put it on her. This one was also padlocked on her. Then they produced a single tail whip and hit her badly. Lisa tried to cover her body, but every time she protected her tits they’d hit her ass, thighs or cunt or the other way around. After an eternity and heavy welts all over her they stopped. Lisa was begging them to stop, articulating through the ring gag as good as possible. The girls just laughed and told her she had one more thing to do. Lisa dreaded the thought of what would come next. They opened the lid of the toilet. It was dirty, covered with stains of all kind. Lisa was told to lick it clean and it took only a few hits with the single tail to convince her.
As she licked years worth of piss, shit and cum off the porcelain the girls went to work. A set of huge ben-wa balls was shoved in Lisa’s cunt and she felt a padlock close around the heavy rings on her inner lips. Finally they told her to stop. One of the girls squatted next to her.
Lisa’s mind was racing. Maybe she’d be able to control the damage or start over again someplace else. But there was no way she could endure those girls abusing her every day. So with tears in her eyes she shook her head no. The girls seemed only mildly disappointed.
With that the girl ripped of the bandage to reveal Lisa’s new tattoo spelling “LEZZIE PAIN SLAVE” in bright red letters. Lisa was on the verge of fainting as the girls locked the padlocks on her tits to the flushing chain of the toilet. Going to jail? With a record of abuse like that? It would be hell. She tried to utter some words that she’d made up her mind but a hard slap to her face shut her up.
The girl showed her a handful of small keys to the padlocks, threw them in the toilet and flushed. Lisa screamed as she saw the keys to free her disappeared in the sewer. Before the girls turned to leave the put a sign up over Lisa saying “Toilet broken – use slut”, spat in her face and left her in the bathroom to go home and send the video around the world.
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