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The Making of a Serving Doll
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zerns
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Doragon
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Chapter 30: Ride the lightning
“Alright, let’s resume,” said William while he picked up the stick again and held it hovering over her naked body. Caroline was whimpering and jerked hard at the ropes holding her in place. Her breasts jiggled with the jerking movements of her body.
“This prod has another great feature,” he said while laying it down on her stomach. She gasped when the cold metal touched her skin. The prongs at the tip didn’t touch her skin this time, but the metal plates that were covering the stick did.
“It has three settings,” he explained. “With one setting I electrify only the prongs at the tip. With the second setting, I electrify the strips along the length of the staff.” And as he pressed the button, Caroline stomach was suddenly on fire as the metal plates sent thousands of volts through her skin and into the deeper muscle layers of her abdomen. The girl spasmed wildly and screamed out loud.
“Now imagine how it feels when I fuck you with this. I can tell you, it kicks like a mule.”
Caroline was absolutely terrified when he moved the stick between her legs. She tried to pull away when she felt his hand spreading her lips, but she could not escape the ropes holding her in place. Then she felt the cold touch of the stick between her lips, pushing against her opening, twisting and slowly wiggling into her. It hurt so bad as it was so large and unforgiving. She felt her vaginal entrance spreading wider than ever before and then the top of the stick scraped against her vaginal walls, spreading her further open as it got pushed deeper into her.
“I have seen girls getting off on this,” said William as he began to move the stick in and out of her tight vagina. “Fear tightens the vagina, makes it more sensitive also, enhancing the pain.”
“Please no, stop, aaahhh.” The squirmed and writhed while the evil device was fucking her vagina, pumping in and out of her tight but slick tunnel, and each time he pushed just a little bit deeper, until it met the inner barrier of her cervix. Having sensed her depth, William began to fuck the stick into her with slow but strong movements. At the same time he used his other hand to rub around her clitoris and slowly he worked the little knub from its hiding, pushing back the thin and small hood that was covering it. Caroline shuddered under the erotic stimulation and she was becoming very wet at this point.
“Please, no,” she whimpered, “don’t do this to me.” She feared having an orgasm as much as him activating the cattle prod. But of course he aimed for both.
As the girl got noticeably more excited, the large man fucked her faster and he flicked her clitoris harder by rubbing two fingers very quickly very the entire upper area of her slit. Caroline squirmed and wailed as she began to quiver, her leg muscles trembling, her stomach heaving as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. Then it hit her hard and her whole body convulsed, her back arched and her stomach quivered as if she was being shocked. The next moment she was actually being shocked when William activated the cattle prod and sent 6000 volts of electricity through her entire reproductive organ. Caroline trashed on the table like a fish on dry land and was gasping for air in like manner. It was clear that his was excruciatingly painful. William sensed how her pussy clamped down hard around the stick. So hard in fact, he could barely move it anymore. He deactivated the device after ten seconds and watched as the convulsions continued for a while longer and very slowly dissipated, leaving the girl entirely spent.
“Here’s the thing,” said William, while leaving the stick deeply embedded inside her still quivering pussy and sitting down on the chair to enjoy the view of this pretty girl’s enflamed pussy. “I invested in you and you will make me a lot of money, one way or the other. If I keep fucking you with this stick and torturing your insides, at one point you will give in to what we want.”
Caroline was panting and weeping as she heard the man explain his horrible plan.
“So what do you say?” continued William while he reached over for his cigar and lit that up again. “Are you gonna cave in right now or do we resume?”
He blew smoke towards her crotch and tapped with a finger against the stick still embedded inside her pussy.
“What do you want of me?” wept the girl, tears now streaming down her cheeks.
“Perform for us on stage. Masturbate for my audience and stuff your pussy with large objects. Do that for a couple of nights and I won’t use this cattle prod on your pussy again.” William got up and leaned over her. With his hand he reached for her left breast and he tapped on her nipple.
“Do we have an understanding?”
Caroline shook her head.
“I can’t,” she cried and then whimpered in panic when he took hold of the prod to resume fucking her for another ride with the lightning. The big man twisted and angled the stick in various directions, stretching her insides in a most horrible way, eliciting all sorts of cries and screams from the girl. He was strong and easily overcame the tight grip of her vagina on the stick. Caroline felt sick and pleaded as if her life was in danger. Then he activated the front prongs, while pushing them hard against her cervix. The girl spasmed and convulsed violently while she lost control of her bladder and urinated over William’s hand. But he didn’t mind that and after deactivation of the device he resumed fucking her with it, while once again stimulating her clitoris. The girl cried out and begged for mercy when she was once more brought to great arousal. And just like before the device was once again activated the moment she had her orgasm and this time William kept fucking her with the stick while alternating between the prongs and the metal plates, causing the girl to spasm and convulse even more violent than before.
“Ride the lightning, doll, ride the lightning,” grinned William while he kept torturing her insides. It took only a few minutes before she screamed she would do anything they wanted and then she finally passed out.
“Alright, let’s resume,” said William while he picked up the stick again and held it hovering over her naked body. Caroline was whimpering and jerked hard at the ropes holding her in place. Her breasts jiggled with the jerking movements of her body.
“This prod has another great feature,” he said while laying it down on her stomach. She gasped when the cold metal touched her skin. The prongs at the tip didn’t touch her skin this time, but the metal plates that were covering the stick did.
“It has three settings,” he explained. “With one setting I electrify only the prongs at the tip. With the second setting, I electrify the strips along the length of the staff.” And as he pressed the button, Caroline stomach was suddenly on fire as the metal plates sent thousands of volts through her skin and into the deeper muscle layers of her abdomen. The girl spasmed wildly and screamed out loud.
“Now imagine how it feels when I fuck you with this. I can tell you, it kicks like a mule.”
Caroline was absolutely terrified when he moved the stick between her legs. She tried to pull away when she felt his hand spreading her lips, but she could not escape the ropes holding her in place. Then she felt the cold touch of the stick between her lips, pushing against her opening, twisting and slowly wiggling into her. It hurt so bad as it was so large and unforgiving. She felt her vaginal entrance spreading wider than ever before and then the top of the stick scraped against her vaginal walls, spreading her further open as it got pushed deeper into her.
“I have seen girls getting off on this,” said William as he began to move the stick in and out of her tight vagina. “Fear tightens the vagina, makes it more sensitive also, enhancing the pain.”
“Please no, stop, aaahhh.” The squirmed and writhed while the evil device was fucking her vagina, pumping in and out of her tight but slick tunnel, and each time he pushed just a little bit deeper, until it met the inner barrier of her cervix. Having sensed her depth, William began to fuck the stick into her with slow but strong movements. At the same time he used his other hand to rub around her clitoris and slowly he worked the little knub from its hiding, pushing back the thin and small hood that was covering it. Caroline shuddered under the erotic stimulation and she was becoming very wet at this point.
“Please, no,” she whimpered, “don’t do this to me.” She feared having an orgasm as much as him activating the cattle prod. But of course he aimed for both.
As the girl got noticeably more excited, the large man fucked her faster and he flicked her clitoris harder by rubbing two fingers very quickly very the entire upper area of her slit. Caroline squirmed and wailed as she began to quiver, her leg muscles trembling, her stomach heaving as she got closer and closer to her orgasm. Then it hit her hard and her whole body convulsed, her back arched and her stomach quivered as if she was being shocked. The next moment she was actually being shocked when William activated the cattle prod and sent 6000 volts of electricity through her entire reproductive organ. Caroline trashed on the table like a fish on dry land and was gasping for air in like manner. It was clear that his was excruciatingly painful. William sensed how her pussy clamped down hard around the stick. So hard in fact, he could barely move it anymore. He deactivated the device after ten seconds and watched as the convulsions continued for a while longer and very slowly dissipated, leaving the girl entirely spent.
“Here’s the thing,” said William, while leaving the stick deeply embedded inside her still quivering pussy and sitting down on the chair to enjoy the view of this pretty girl’s enflamed pussy. “I invested in you and you will make me a lot of money, one way or the other. If I keep fucking you with this stick and torturing your insides, at one point you will give in to what we want.”
Caroline was panting and weeping as she heard the man explain his horrible plan.
“So what do you say?” continued William while he reached over for his cigar and lit that up again. “Are you gonna cave in right now or do we resume?”
He blew smoke towards her crotch and tapped with a finger against the stick still embedded inside her pussy.
“What do you want of me?” wept the girl, tears now streaming down her cheeks.
“Perform for us on stage. Masturbate for my audience and stuff your pussy with large objects. Do that for a couple of nights and I won’t use this cattle prod on your pussy again.” William got up and leaned over her. With his hand he reached for her left breast and he tapped on her nipple.
“Do we have an understanding?”
Caroline shook her head.
“I can’t,” she cried and then whimpered in panic when he took hold of the prod to resume fucking her for another ride with the lightning. The big man twisted and angled the stick in various directions, stretching her insides in a most horrible way, eliciting all sorts of cries and screams from the girl. He was strong and easily overcame the tight grip of her vagina on the stick. Caroline felt sick and pleaded as if her life was in danger. Then he activated the front prongs, while pushing them hard against her cervix. The girl spasmed and convulsed violently while she lost control of her bladder and urinated over William’s hand. But he didn’t mind that and after deactivation of the device he resumed fucking her with it, while once again stimulating her clitoris. The girl cried out and begged for mercy when she was once more brought to great arousal. And just like before the device was once again activated the moment she had her orgasm and this time William kept fucking her with the stick while alternating between the prongs and the metal plates, causing the girl to spasm and convulse even more violent than before.
“Ride the lightning, doll, ride the lightning,” grinned William while he kept torturing her insides. It took only a few minutes before she screamed she would do anything they wanted and then she finally passed out.
Ooooh, I bet @KurvyKate would absolutely adore certainly these last two chapters.
Really enjoying the twists, @Doragon - each new chapter is a delight!
TortureECT
Governor
I say insert it into her baby maker tunnel well upto the Cervix and womb then give her the juice
Then insert the device which teaches girls manners and discipline into her crap tunnel and make her regret her actions that way
This young lass really needs proper toilet training and potty training
KurvyKate
Magistrate
Bloody Hell, what on earth do you think of me. I'm going to have to read this story now. From the comments on just this page I'm expecting the most brutal of horror stories!
Well now, just the same as everyone knows, that you’re an insatiable pain slut! What else?
Oh @Doragon is taking us along quite the journey, it is both varied and wonderful! Enjoy!
Doragon
Tribune
Sorry, I have to dampen your expectations, this is not one of those horror stories. Though anyone with a more vanilla mindset would consider this extreme horror.
Compared to my other stories, this is really a mild fetish-bdsm story.
Doragon
Tribune
Chapter 31: Searching for a trail
I walked into the Red Harlot, a stripper bar that was owned by somebody I knew from some years ago. It was still early and the place was mostly deserted. Jessica was already busy preparing for the evening of course and she spotted me right away. At first she wanted to tell me they were still closed, but then she recognized me.
“Well, well, look who’s finally paying me a visit,” she said while walking up to me. She looked stunning and judging from the way her club was decorated, she was doing very well. To think this place was once a very seedy club, it was now miles away from that.
“Hi Jessica, how are you doing?” I greeted her. “Compliments for the place, you’ve done really well.”
“Thank you Ted, we are doing very well. How have you been? It’s been a long time since we last met.”
“I’ve been busy,” I offered as an excuse for not visiting. “We’re also doing pretty well. We have a big office now uptown.”
“So I heard. You’ve come a long way from the garage you first started in. Though I remember those days with great fondness.” She smiled and drew a finger along my arm. “Still handling girls, aren’t you?” she added, more like making a statement than an inquiry.
“Of course,” I replied. “No reason to stop while it’s still fun.”
“Do you want a drink? Share some stories?”
It was tempting. Jessica had been one of the first girls I ever trained. For quite a while she worked with BDC, when we were still very obscure and working in the shadows. Nowadays bdsm and fetish was much wider accepted in society and a party was no real party without some trained fetish boys and girls present as ornaments. But those old times had a certain wildness, a charm to it, which I also quite liked to remember. I also remembered how Jessica and I had been sort of an item, for a while. Until our paths diverted. She became a stripper and a very successful one. She then even bought her own club, named after her nickname. It would be fun to drink and share stories.
“I think we should have a drink soon and I love to talk with you about old times, new times, any times,” I replied, kindly rejecting her offer for a drink at that time. “But I have an urgent matter at hand that prevents me from spending time with you right now.”
“Oh? What’s wrong?” she asked. “And why did you come to me?”
“You know everyone and everything. When I am looking for something, I’d be a fool not to turn to you.” She laughed and shook her head.
“Thanks for the compliment, but you flatter me,” she said. “But tell me, what are you looking for? Or must I say ‘who are you looking for’?”
“You see right through me, as always,” I smiled. “It’s a girl,” I explained. “A girl I was training for the last couple of days, that has gone missing today.”
“Missing, huh? Did she run away?” She tilted her head, maybe wondering if I was losing my touch.
“I don’t think she ran away, I think somebody got to her, someone with possible ill intent.”
Jessica nodded with a frown. She knew all too well the dangers of the underbelly of society.
“I assume you have a reason to think that somebody targeted her?”
I nodded in reply.
“There might be somebody after her father and her as well. We have reason to believe somebody infiltrated our building and took the girl.”
Jessica whistled and shook her head.
“That sounds like a really big problem. If your security is lacking, you might as well close shop.”
“That’s what Athena is also fearing,” I replied. “But first things first, I need the girl back. She was only just beginning. She is still inexperienced and bad things happening to her will likely break her.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Girls that are only just starting in this business, are extremely vulnerable. Let me see what I can find out.” Jessica went over to the bar to pour herself and me a drink, before taking her phone to make some phone calls. I sat down at the bar and told her what I knew.
“The girl has been spotted inside an old pickup truck with some dude with a beanie and lots of tattoos. She was still naked and possibly still cuffed. She was after all only taking a bathroom break while in training.”
Jessica raised an eyebrow.
“Sounds like somebody intercepted her when she was on her way to or from the restroom,” suggested Jessica. “If I were you I would also look into who could have been doing that. A guy with a beanie and tattoos would have been noticed.”
I told her that security was already on it and that I was focusing on finding the girl.
“Find the guy and you find the girl,” she replied with a shrug. And she was right of course.
I walked into the Red Harlot, a stripper bar that was owned by somebody I knew from some years ago. It was still early and the place was mostly deserted. Jessica was already busy preparing for the evening of course and she spotted me right away. At first she wanted to tell me they were still closed, but then she recognized me.
“Well, well, look who’s finally paying me a visit,” she said while walking up to me. She looked stunning and judging from the way her club was decorated, she was doing very well. To think this place was once a very seedy club, it was now miles away from that.
“Hi Jessica, how are you doing?” I greeted her. “Compliments for the place, you’ve done really well.”
“Thank you Ted, we are doing very well. How have you been? It’s been a long time since we last met.”
“I’ve been busy,” I offered as an excuse for not visiting. “We’re also doing pretty well. We have a big office now uptown.”
“So I heard. You’ve come a long way from the garage you first started in. Though I remember those days with great fondness.” She smiled and drew a finger along my arm. “Still handling girls, aren’t you?” she added, more like making a statement than an inquiry.
“Of course,” I replied. “No reason to stop while it’s still fun.”
“Do you want a drink? Share some stories?”
It was tempting. Jessica had been one of the first girls I ever trained. For quite a while she worked with BDC, when we were still very obscure and working in the shadows. Nowadays bdsm and fetish was much wider accepted in society and a party was no real party without some trained fetish boys and girls present as ornaments. But those old times had a certain wildness, a charm to it, which I also quite liked to remember. I also remembered how Jessica and I had been sort of an item, for a while. Until our paths diverted. She became a stripper and a very successful one. She then even bought her own club, named after her nickname. It would be fun to drink and share stories.
“I think we should have a drink soon and I love to talk with you about old times, new times, any times,” I replied, kindly rejecting her offer for a drink at that time. “But I have an urgent matter at hand that prevents me from spending time with you right now.”
“Oh? What’s wrong?” she asked. “And why did you come to me?”
“You know everyone and everything. When I am looking for something, I’d be a fool not to turn to you.” She laughed and shook her head.
“Thanks for the compliment, but you flatter me,” she said. “But tell me, what are you looking for? Or must I say ‘who are you looking for’?”
“You see right through me, as always,” I smiled. “It’s a girl,” I explained. “A girl I was training for the last couple of days, that has gone missing today.”
“Missing, huh? Did she run away?” She tilted her head, maybe wondering if I was losing my touch.
“I don’t think she ran away, I think somebody got to her, someone with possible ill intent.”
Jessica nodded with a frown. She knew all too well the dangers of the underbelly of society.
“I assume you have a reason to think that somebody targeted her?”
I nodded in reply.
“There might be somebody after her father and her as well. We have reason to believe somebody infiltrated our building and took the girl.”
Jessica whistled and shook her head.
“That sounds like a really big problem. If your security is lacking, you might as well close shop.”
“That’s what Athena is also fearing,” I replied. “But first things first, I need the girl back. She was only just beginning. She is still inexperienced and bad things happening to her will likely break her.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. Girls that are only just starting in this business, are extremely vulnerable. Let me see what I can find out.” Jessica went over to the bar to pour herself and me a drink, before taking her phone to make some phone calls. I sat down at the bar and told her what I knew.
“The girl has been spotted inside an old pickup truck with some dude with a beanie and lots of tattoos. She was still naked and possibly still cuffed. She was after all only taking a bathroom break while in training.”
Jessica raised an eyebrow.
“Sounds like somebody intercepted her when she was on her way to or from the restroom,” suggested Jessica. “If I were you I would also look into who could have been doing that. A guy with a beanie and tattoos would have been noticed.”
I told her that security was already on it and that I was focusing on finding the girl.
“Find the guy and you find the girl,” she replied with a shrug. And she was right of course.
zerns
Governor
Doragon
Tribune
Chapter 32: Reflections
Caroline was alone in a dark closet or something. It was dark, claustrophobic and musty. She sat on the cold floor as there was nothing else to sit on. Her body was still sore from all the spasms she endured. Her crotch was glowing, but when she squeezed down there, it was really sore. She felt like she was chafed inside. Or burnt. They had given her some ointment to smear inside herself and also on her tits and butt. They didn’t want the caning marks from earlier that day to show for the audience, they said. It was all rotten and horrible. But just when she was about to give up on everything, William gave her coke. And even Snake tried to be friendly by giving her a cigarette. Which she refused, because she didn’t smoke, but she appreciated the gesture. Maybe these guys weren’t as bad … She stopped that thought in its tracks. These guys were horrible, mean and rotten to the core! She hated them, she hated the situation she was in and… she hated herself for bringing herself in this situation. Because, who else was to blame for this?
Caroline had always been one to get herself into trouble. When her friends had been boasting about getting the answers from their teacher, she stole the correction model from the teacher’s desk and got herself detention for a month. Was she a social pleaser, somebody who always did what she expected others to expect from her? A guy she met some day, who she liked really a lot, had called her a poseur. That had hurt. The rejection in itself had already been painful, but the fact that he called her pretentious really pierced her heart. She had never been successful with boys. Or with girls, she also hardly had any friends. To compensate for that she had thrown parties, inviting people over to pose as her friends. Spending her daddy’s money, that was in the end the only thing she had done well in her life so far. And where did it bring her? In a dark closet, with guys that wanted to rape her. So she cost them some money, a year ago she would have spent that much on a shopping spree. It was ridiculous. If only she could reach her daddy to make things right.
Daddy had been her saviour on many occasions. She thought of him with great fondness. If only other men were more like him. Alright, he wasn’t pretty or anything, god forbid she ever ended up with a man looking like that. But looks aren’t everything, she thought.
His little princess, he liked to call her, and she got everything she ever asked for. If only he had been a bit more supportive for her, in the years after her mother died. Instead of presents, she would have loved some emotional support. Maybe that was the way he expressed his love for her, by giving her presents. Not that he entirely spoiled her rotten, he was also very strict. He had spanked her on numerous occasions when she had done something wrong in his eyes. She never hated him for it, because she knew she deserved it. Very often he was right and she had behaved like a really spoiled brat sometimes.
However, in moments like this, she preferred to think of her mother. Even after all these years, she could still picture her. She had been a beautiful woman, educated as well, and witty. She was everything Caroline would hope to become someday. It was sad that she died so young. And sometimes, also at moments like this, when everything went wrong, she wished she had died herself, instead of her mother, in that car crash.
She quickly sook her head. She didn’t want to think about that. And with a sigh, she turned her thoughts back to her current situation. What were these men thinking? That she enjoyed being exploited? That she loved displaying herself in public, just because she had tits? She slid a hand over her breasts and was glad they didn’t hurt anymore. Her butt also felt alright now. But she wondered how long it would last, to be without pain. If only she could get out of here. And what then? Would she go back to BDC? She probably would.
Caroline still had no idea what kind of trouble her father was in, but she would do anything to get him out of his difficulties, whatever they were. BDC had seemed to be the answer, until she learned what it was all about. Now she wasn’t so sure anymore, though she had learned that there were much more terrible fates than walking around naked in an office building. Riding the lightning, William had called it, and he was right, that’s precisely what he made her do. It was sobering to say the least. And now what? She had agreed to be their showgirl. Here she was, only eighteen years old, with very little sexual experience. And she was supposed to put on a hard core porn show or something. Were they also going to rape her? She shivered at that thought. And to her annoyance she felt slightly aroused by it as well.
“Fuck all that,” she hissed and slapped with her hand on the floor. She would pull through, no matter what.
Caroline was alone in a dark closet or something. It was dark, claustrophobic and musty. She sat on the cold floor as there was nothing else to sit on. Her body was still sore from all the spasms she endured. Her crotch was glowing, but when she squeezed down there, it was really sore. She felt like she was chafed inside. Or burnt. They had given her some ointment to smear inside herself and also on her tits and butt. They didn’t want the caning marks from earlier that day to show for the audience, they said. It was all rotten and horrible. But just when she was about to give up on everything, William gave her coke. And even Snake tried to be friendly by giving her a cigarette. Which she refused, because she didn’t smoke, but she appreciated the gesture. Maybe these guys weren’t as bad … She stopped that thought in its tracks. These guys were horrible, mean and rotten to the core! She hated them, she hated the situation she was in and… she hated herself for bringing herself in this situation. Because, who else was to blame for this?
Caroline had always been one to get herself into trouble. When her friends had been boasting about getting the answers from their teacher, she stole the correction model from the teacher’s desk and got herself detention for a month. Was she a social pleaser, somebody who always did what she expected others to expect from her? A guy she met some day, who she liked really a lot, had called her a poseur. That had hurt. The rejection in itself had already been painful, but the fact that he called her pretentious really pierced her heart. She had never been successful with boys. Or with girls, she also hardly had any friends. To compensate for that she had thrown parties, inviting people over to pose as her friends. Spending her daddy’s money, that was in the end the only thing she had done well in her life so far. And where did it bring her? In a dark closet, with guys that wanted to rape her. So she cost them some money, a year ago she would have spent that much on a shopping spree. It was ridiculous. If only she could reach her daddy to make things right.
Daddy had been her saviour on many occasions. She thought of him with great fondness. If only other men were more like him. Alright, he wasn’t pretty or anything, god forbid she ever ended up with a man looking like that. But looks aren’t everything, she thought.
His little princess, he liked to call her, and she got everything she ever asked for. If only he had been a bit more supportive for her, in the years after her mother died. Instead of presents, she would have loved some emotional support. Maybe that was the way he expressed his love for her, by giving her presents. Not that he entirely spoiled her rotten, he was also very strict. He had spanked her on numerous occasions when she had done something wrong in his eyes. She never hated him for it, because she knew she deserved it. Very often he was right and she had behaved like a really spoiled brat sometimes.
However, in moments like this, she preferred to think of her mother. Even after all these years, she could still picture her. She had been a beautiful woman, educated as well, and witty. She was everything Caroline would hope to become someday. It was sad that she died so young. And sometimes, also at moments like this, when everything went wrong, she wished she had died herself, instead of her mother, in that car crash.
She quickly sook her head. She didn’t want to think about that. And with a sigh, she turned her thoughts back to her current situation. What were these men thinking? That she enjoyed being exploited? That she loved displaying herself in public, just because she had tits? She slid a hand over her breasts and was glad they didn’t hurt anymore. Her butt also felt alright now. But she wondered how long it would last, to be without pain. If only she could get out of here. And what then? Would she go back to BDC? She probably would.
Caroline still had no idea what kind of trouble her father was in, but she would do anything to get him out of his difficulties, whatever they were. BDC had seemed to be the answer, until she learned what it was all about. Now she wasn’t so sure anymore, though she had learned that there were much more terrible fates than walking around naked in an office building. Riding the lightning, William had called it, and he was right, that’s precisely what he made her do. It was sobering to say the least. And now what? She had agreed to be their showgirl. Here she was, only eighteen years old, with very little sexual experience. And she was supposed to put on a hard core porn show or something. Were they also going to rape her? She shivered at that thought. And to her annoyance she felt slightly aroused by it as well.
“Fuck all that,” she hissed and slapped with her hand on the floor. She would pull through, no matter what.
Doragon
Tribune
Chapter 33: The Night Show - Exposure
“Here’s Freddie!” said the announcer, who was also going to be the host of the evening. “Are you all ready for the show? We’ve got a young pretty girl for you tonight, and damn, is she pervy!”
The audience cheered and jeered. The venue was packed and the audience clearly looked forward to the show. Judging from the objects that were stacked on the stage, it was going to be a good one.
“Remember, no touching, no throwing stuff and no photographs. No son, put your phone away, I said no photographs.” More jeering from the crowd.
“Alright, it’s time to bring her out, hit it guys!” Loud music started. The naked young woman got pushed through the curtains and onto the stage.
Caroline felt dizzy and staggered a bit. They had given her pills to swallow and they made her drink two glasses of whiskey to wash it all down. She was disoriented and she felt all warm inside. Her breasts were itching, her nipples especially, and her slit was twitching. She had never felt this aroused before in her life. They had clearly drugged her and for once she was comfortable with that. She might not face this without the support of lots of stimulants.
The bright spotlights were blinding her, but she vaguely noticed there was a large crowd out there in the dark. Lots of applause, cheering and calling out to her. How many were there? Forty or fifty? Mostly men, by the sound of it, though she also heard some women calling out to her.
She felt horrible about being here, but at least they had stopped torturing her. And her pussy still ached from that ordeal. Glad it was over and in comparison, this would be easy, right? ‘Easy peasy lemon squeezy’, she said softly to herself and giggled like she was drunk. Which she was.
“And here she is, Candy! Isn’t she hot?” said Freddie in the microphone. He was at the side of the stage and was going to talk her through all this while further entertaining the crowd with lots of dirty talk. Candy was going to be her stage name, Caroline noticed.
“How do you get Candy out of bed? Well, normally you won’t, but put enough dildos on a stage and she’ll come running!”
Caroline was actually happy that they had given her a stage name. That made it a bit like she wasn’t here doing this.
“I’m sorry Candy, I am not calling you a slut or anything, but your private parts are more like public parts. Why don’t you show them to the audience?”
The girl staggered in front of the two chairs that were in the middle of the stage and she spread her legs wider and showed the audience her crotch.
“I'm not saying she's a slut, but her vagina should be in the NFL Hall of Fame for greatest wide receiver. Show them how wide it can go, Candy!” said Freddie.
Caroline took her pussy lips and pulled them wide open, showing the cheering crowd her glistening slit. She felt so horny, even when they cheered and called dirty things out to her. The drugs were effecting her so much, she felt she could achieve an orgasm without even doing anything yet.
“That is one dirty pussy,” said Freddie. “You better wash it first. Or since you are such a whore, use some dental water and toothpaste on that pussy!”
Using toothpaste while fingering herself was a bit painful, but she was so horny, she actually was getting off on it. The minty sensation on her clit was extraordinary and she closed her eyes while she brought herself very close to her first public orgasm. When it hit her, she almost toppled over, her knees buckling and her entire body shaking. She gazed at the audience, which cheered and applauded. It made her feel very humiliated and at the same time she giggled, drunk as she still was.
Freddie handed her an electric toothbrush and told her to use it on her clit. She carefully applied it to her most sensitive and engorged little knob and whimpered as she felt a surge of lust sweeping through her body. Without any instructions she pushed the brush inside her pussy and gasped as she felt her insides being stimulated. It felt awesome, though it also hurt, and she actually got several small orgasms from it.
“Don’t worry guys, she’s got no teeth in there,” joked Freddie while she brushed inside her vagina with the tooth brush.
Next Freddie gave her a more difficult challenge when he made her squat at the front of the stage and finger herself with Wasabi, which hurt quite a lot and made her already sensitive pussy burn like crazy. But still she got off, to her own amazement, forced by the drugs in her system, reaching at least two more clearly visible orgasms. The crowd loved it and encouraged her to stick her fingers deep into herself, while taking bets on how many fingers she could fit in there.
“Here’s Freddie!” said the announcer, who was also going to be the host of the evening. “Are you all ready for the show? We’ve got a young pretty girl for you tonight, and damn, is she pervy!”
The audience cheered and jeered. The venue was packed and the audience clearly looked forward to the show. Judging from the objects that were stacked on the stage, it was going to be a good one.
“Remember, no touching, no throwing stuff and no photographs. No son, put your phone away, I said no photographs.” More jeering from the crowd.
“Alright, it’s time to bring her out, hit it guys!” Loud music started. The naked young woman got pushed through the curtains and onto the stage.
Caroline felt dizzy and staggered a bit. They had given her pills to swallow and they made her drink two glasses of whiskey to wash it all down. She was disoriented and she felt all warm inside. Her breasts were itching, her nipples especially, and her slit was twitching. She had never felt this aroused before in her life. They had clearly drugged her and for once she was comfortable with that. She might not face this without the support of lots of stimulants.
The bright spotlights were blinding her, but she vaguely noticed there was a large crowd out there in the dark. Lots of applause, cheering and calling out to her. How many were there? Forty or fifty? Mostly men, by the sound of it, though she also heard some women calling out to her.
She felt horrible about being here, but at least they had stopped torturing her. And her pussy still ached from that ordeal. Glad it was over and in comparison, this would be easy, right? ‘Easy peasy lemon squeezy’, she said softly to herself and giggled like she was drunk. Which she was.
“And here she is, Candy! Isn’t she hot?” said Freddie in the microphone. He was at the side of the stage and was going to talk her through all this while further entertaining the crowd with lots of dirty talk. Candy was going to be her stage name, Caroline noticed.
“How do you get Candy out of bed? Well, normally you won’t, but put enough dildos on a stage and she’ll come running!”
Caroline was actually happy that they had given her a stage name. That made it a bit like she wasn’t here doing this.
“I’m sorry Candy, I am not calling you a slut or anything, but your private parts are more like public parts. Why don’t you show them to the audience?”
The girl staggered in front of the two chairs that were in the middle of the stage and she spread her legs wider and showed the audience her crotch.
“I'm not saying she's a slut, but her vagina should be in the NFL Hall of Fame for greatest wide receiver. Show them how wide it can go, Candy!” said Freddie.
Caroline took her pussy lips and pulled them wide open, showing the cheering crowd her glistening slit. She felt so horny, even when they cheered and called dirty things out to her. The drugs were effecting her so much, she felt she could achieve an orgasm without even doing anything yet.
“That is one dirty pussy,” said Freddie. “You better wash it first. Or since you are such a whore, use some dental water and toothpaste on that pussy!”
Using toothpaste while fingering herself was a bit painful, but she was so horny, she actually was getting off on it. The minty sensation on her clit was extraordinary and she closed her eyes while she brought herself very close to her first public orgasm. When it hit her, she almost toppled over, her knees buckling and her entire body shaking. She gazed at the audience, which cheered and applauded. It made her feel very humiliated and at the same time she giggled, drunk as she still was.
Freddie handed her an electric toothbrush and told her to use it on her clit. She carefully applied it to her most sensitive and engorged little knob and whimpered as she felt a surge of lust sweeping through her body. Without any instructions she pushed the brush inside her pussy and gasped as she felt her insides being stimulated. It felt awesome, though it also hurt, and she actually got several small orgasms from it.
“Don’t worry guys, she’s got no teeth in there,” joked Freddie while she brushed inside her vagina with the tooth brush.
Next Freddie gave her a more difficult challenge when he made her squat at the front of the stage and finger herself with Wasabi, which hurt quite a lot and made her already sensitive pussy burn like crazy. But still she got off, to her own amazement, forced by the drugs in her system, reaching at least two more clearly visible orgasms. The crowd loved it and encouraged her to stick her fingers deep into herself, while taking bets on how many fingers she could fit in there.
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Chapter 34: The Night Show – The Bowling Pin
The wasabi had inflamed her vulva and clitoris and made her feel like she was on fire down there. It had also caused her to get very wet and her swollen pussy was leaking copiously. The girl was told to get on her knees and Freddie placed a bowling pin under her. Then he told the audience how much she loved bowling and how sad it was they only had an old bowling pin and no bowling ball, as he was sure the girl could fit a whole bowling ball in there if she tried. Caroline in the meantime was struggling really hard to work her pussy over the top of the bowling pin. He was huge and the surface wasn’t exactly smooth. But the wetness of her pussy soon lubricated the pin so well, it could slip inside her. And as she had her vagina filled with the huge top of the bowling pin, the drugs were once again bringing her to a greater height, despite the painful stretching of her insides. She had another orgasm while she fucked herself on the bowling pin.
Next they wanted to know how deep she could take it and people in the audience called out to her to take the entire pin inside. She could not accomplish that of course, but she got the entire top inside, reaching with her lip well below the two red lines, at which point the round top of the pin pressed painfully hard into the deep end of her vagina.
“You think this is all she can do?” said Freddie. “Our little Candy is a tough one, which she will now demonstrate.”
He made her take the bowling pin back out of her pussy and then apply a thick coat of wasabi to the entire top of the pin.
“Now watch how limber our little slut is,” said Freddie and he told her to make a split behind the bowling pin. She was really limber and could easily perform the split. The bowling pin was now ominously close in front of her crotch and stomach, reaching well beyond her belly button. Caroline shuddered and whimpered when she felt her pussy quivering, getting even more wet and she felt goose bumps all over. The drugs would once again bring her to an orgasm without much stimulation, and even despite the prospect of what she was going to experience next.
Freddie came behind her and put his hands under her armpits to lift her up.
“Keep those legs stretched out,” he said while making her hover over the pin. When he crotch hit the top of the bowling pin, the thing fell over. Somebody called ‘strike!’ and people laughed. Someone else in the audience rushed forward to put the pin up and keep it up while Freddie lowered the girl once more on the top of the pin. With a few directions she was pressed on it with her slit spreading over the top and slowly she sank down over it. Caroline moaned when she felt the huge thing filling her pussy, but then the burning sensation of the wasabi hit her once again and she began to wail. Deeper still she was lowered, until the top of the bowling pin filled her entire vagina. Her entire bottom now felt as if it was on fire. Then Freddie let go of her and she had to keep herself upright and balancing on the pin. Slowly she sank down further over the pin, her legs slipping sideways, making her perform a split with the bowling pin pushing all the way into the back of her vagina. Her sensitive flesh swelled up under the effect of the liquid fire and her pussy began to leak so much, it actually made a puddle under her on the stage.
They made her fuck the pin while maintaining a split and slowly her vulva stretched even wider, taking in more of the pin. But the fat body of the pin was of course too much to take in and her vagina also could also not stretch any deeper. When she got to maximum penetration, Freddie made her finger herself and flick her clitoris. By this time the effect of the wasabi was wearing off, mostly because it had been washed out by her own juices. And flicking her engorged clitoris made her reach several orgasms.
The wasabi had inflamed her vulva and clitoris and made her feel like she was on fire down there. It had also caused her to get very wet and her swollen pussy was leaking copiously. The girl was told to get on her knees and Freddie placed a bowling pin under her. Then he told the audience how much she loved bowling and how sad it was they only had an old bowling pin and no bowling ball, as he was sure the girl could fit a whole bowling ball in there if she tried. Caroline in the meantime was struggling really hard to work her pussy over the top of the bowling pin. He was huge and the surface wasn’t exactly smooth. But the wetness of her pussy soon lubricated the pin so well, it could slip inside her. And as she had her vagina filled with the huge top of the bowling pin, the drugs were once again bringing her to a greater height, despite the painful stretching of her insides. She had another orgasm while she fucked herself on the bowling pin.
Next they wanted to know how deep she could take it and people in the audience called out to her to take the entire pin inside. She could not accomplish that of course, but she got the entire top inside, reaching with her lip well below the two red lines, at which point the round top of the pin pressed painfully hard into the deep end of her vagina.
“You think this is all she can do?” said Freddie. “Our little Candy is a tough one, which she will now demonstrate.”
He made her take the bowling pin back out of her pussy and then apply a thick coat of wasabi to the entire top of the pin.
“Now watch how limber our little slut is,” said Freddie and he told her to make a split behind the bowling pin. She was really limber and could easily perform the split. The bowling pin was now ominously close in front of her crotch and stomach, reaching well beyond her belly button. Caroline shuddered and whimpered when she felt her pussy quivering, getting even more wet and she felt goose bumps all over. The drugs would once again bring her to an orgasm without much stimulation, and even despite the prospect of what she was going to experience next.
Freddie came behind her and put his hands under her armpits to lift her up.
“Keep those legs stretched out,” he said while making her hover over the pin. When he crotch hit the top of the bowling pin, the thing fell over. Somebody called ‘strike!’ and people laughed. Someone else in the audience rushed forward to put the pin up and keep it up while Freddie lowered the girl once more on the top of the pin. With a few directions she was pressed on it with her slit spreading over the top and slowly she sank down over it. Caroline moaned when she felt the huge thing filling her pussy, but then the burning sensation of the wasabi hit her once again and she began to wail. Deeper still she was lowered, until the top of the bowling pin filled her entire vagina. Her entire bottom now felt as if it was on fire. Then Freddie let go of her and she had to keep herself upright and balancing on the pin. Slowly she sank down further over the pin, her legs slipping sideways, making her perform a split with the bowling pin pushing all the way into the back of her vagina. Her sensitive flesh swelled up under the effect of the liquid fire and her pussy began to leak so much, it actually made a puddle under her on the stage.
They made her fuck the pin while maintaining a split and slowly her vulva stretched even wider, taking in more of the pin. But the fat body of the pin was of course too much to take in and her vagina also could also not stretch any deeper. When she got to maximum penetration, Freddie made her finger herself and flick her clitoris. By this time the effect of the wasabi was wearing off, mostly because it had been washed out by her own juices. And flicking her engorged clitoris made her reach several orgasms.
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Chapter 35: A lead
It was later in the evening when I finally returned to the office, after having fruitlessly visited several nightclubs and bordellos. Caroline was nowhere to be found and I felt like I was on a wild-goose chase. Maybe Jessica was right and we needed to find the leak in the office first. Security had gotten nowhere with that yet, but I decided to head back to the office and do some research of my own.
At this time the office was mostly deserted of course, but when I walked down the empty hallways, I noticed that the light from our medical theatre was on. When in use, there was a red warning light in the hallway, to indicate nobody should not enter. I knew there was no work being done there at this hour, as it was part of my job to know everything that went on there. I took the next door into the observation room that was next to the theatre, which allowed someone to watch what went on inside the medical room through a one way mirror. I immediately noticed the medical room was brightly lit and occupied by a man and a woman, both naked and obviously in the process of copulating with each other. I didn’t recognize them at first, since the guy’s back was towards me. But as the girl looked over his shoulder, I recognized Susan, one of the girls from Caroline’s dormitory. And as I switched on the intercom system to listen what they were saying, I recognized the guy’s voice as that from Mark, the mail delivery boy.
“Put it in,” I heard Susan say, sounding a bit out of breath.
“Spread your legs a little wider,” said Mark, while he climbed on the footstep to reach the girl, who was on the examination table with her legs held out wide to grant him access.
“God, you’re big,” panted the girl. “I love it, but don’t cum too soon, I need you to fuck me long and hard.”
“Don’t worry,” said Mark, “I can easily cum two or sometimes even three times.”
I decided to spoil their fun and went out to the hallway again to enter the medical room. The two lovebirds nearly jumped when I entered and I saw Mark hastily retreating from her while holding his huge erection in his hand.
“Sorry doc,” he stammered, “this is not what it seems.”
“Oops,” was all Susan said.
“I think this is exactly what it seems,” I said, “and frankly I don’t care that you fuck one another, but the location is poorly chosen, This room is off limits.”
They quickly got off the table and grabbed their clothes. I noticed how Mark’s cock didn’t get any softer and he was sporting a really impressive erection. Something to keep in mind.
“It won’t happen again, doc,” said Susan with a blush. But I noticed she didn’t cover herself, which was understandable because the girl had a great appetite for exhibitionism. Besides, she had fruitlessly tried to get me to copulate with her on numerous occasions, when I was still her handler, and I noticed the spark in her eyes when she looked at me.
“Just take it elsewhere,” I said, making sure she understood I was not joining them. She pouted and I looked at her while I suggested to take one of the restrooms. They got ready to get past me, but I then I thought of something and I stopped them in their tracks.
“One thing though, you two might be able to help me.” I looked at each of their heated faces and figured they might have seen something if they were used to sneaking around in the office like this.
“Caroline, the new girl you both have met, went missing. We think she got abducted by someone who infiltrated the office today.”
Susan visibly gasped and I noticed how Mark frowned.
“Abducted? How?” asked Mark genuinely surprised. “This place is like a fortress with all the security around here,” he added.
“And yet you two are here copulating in a restricted area,” I chuckled. But on a more serious note I shook my head and added “We don’t know what happened. She went to the bathroom and never returned. We noticed some guy with an old pickup truck driving away from the back with a naked girl inside. We think that was her.” Then I noticed Susan blushing and biting her lip.
“Susan? Do you have any idea what’s going on here?”
The girl sighed and blushed even deeper.
“Well,” she started, “There’s this guy, who works here by the way, who sometimes offers side jobs.”
“Side jobs?” I interrupted her. She nodded.
“Yeah, like make some extra money in a strip club or something.”
“And you … have made use of his services?” I inquired. “You know how your contract states you cannot work for another employer while working for us, right?”
Susan blushed even deeper and shook her head.
“But,” she tried to save her situation, “the guy works here. I thoughts I was doing those jobs for the company! I swear!”
“What kind of job did you do?” I asked.
“I once went to this bar to… erm… demonstrate fisting myself. In front of an audience.”
“And how much money did you get with that job?” I had folded my arms and looked quite sternly at the little slut.
“A thousand,” she said with a small voice. “I thought it was the company,” she repeated. But I was certain she knew there was something strange going on, that it wasn’t right.
“Do you believe Caroline took on some extra work for money?” I asked, which I didn’t believe for one second. Susan shook her head.
“Dick isn’t really trustworthy,” she shrugged. “One of my friends once got into this thing where she didn’t even get paid. And afterwards the guy only laughed at her. I mean…”
“And that still didn’t ring a bell with you that something fishy is going on here?”
Susan looked at the floor, clearly out of excuses.
“What’s the guy’s name?” I asked.
“Dick Malfort,” she answered.
“There’s no guy working here with that name,” I said with confidence.
“Oh but there is,” said Mark, finally having something to contribute as well. “There’s a guy at marketing who often gets mail under that name. His actual name is Julian though. Julian Felltrop.” He looked quite smug and I smiled.
“Thank you,” I said. “That’s wat I was looking for.” I would make sure mark would get rewarded for that. But then I turned back to Susan and I lifted her face up to me with my hand under her chin.
“You and I are going to have a long talk,” I said. She looked anxious at me.
“Are you going to fire me?” she asked, and I knew that would be the worst punishment for her as she was an absolute pervert who loved working here.
“I might. But I give you a chance to redeem yourself. Think about it. What can you offer us to make you repay the damages you have cost this company, or at least to which damages you contributed.”
It was later in the evening when I finally returned to the office, after having fruitlessly visited several nightclubs and bordellos. Caroline was nowhere to be found and I felt like I was on a wild-goose chase. Maybe Jessica was right and we needed to find the leak in the office first. Security had gotten nowhere with that yet, but I decided to head back to the office and do some research of my own.
At this time the office was mostly deserted of course, but when I walked down the empty hallways, I noticed that the light from our medical theatre was on. When in use, there was a red warning light in the hallway, to indicate nobody should not enter. I knew there was no work being done there at this hour, as it was part of my job to know everything that went on there. I took the next door into the observation room that was next to the theatre, which allowed someone to watch what went on inside the medical room through a one way mirror. I immediately noticed the medical room was brightly lit and occupied by a man and a woman, both naked and obviously in the process of copulating with each other. I didn’t recognize them at first, since the guy’s back was towards me. But as the girl looked over his shoulder, I recognized Susan, one of the girls from Caroline’s dormitory. And as I switched on the intercom system to listen what they were saying, I recognized the guy’s voice as that from Mark, the mail delivery boy.
“Put it in,” I heard Susan say, sounding a bit out of breath.
“Spread your legs a little wider,” said Mark, while he climbed on the footstep to reach the girl, who was on the examination table with her legs held out wide to grant him access.
“God, you’re big,” panted the girl. “I love it, but don’t cum too soon, I need you to fuck me long and hard.”
“Don’t worry,” said Mark, “I can easily cum two or sometimes even three times.”
I decided to spoil their fun and went out to the hallway again to enter the medical room. The two lovebirds nearly jumped when I entered and I saw Mark hastily retreating from her while holding his huge erection in his hand.
“Sorry doc,” he stammered, “this is not what it seems.”
“Oops,” was all Susan said.
“I think this is exactly what it seems,” I said, “and frankly I don’t care that you fuck one another, but the location is poorly chosen, This room is off limits.”
They quickly got off the table and grabbed their clothes. I noticed how Mark’s cock didn’t get any softer and he was sporting a really impressive erection. Something to keep in mind.
“It won’t happen again, doc,” said Susan with a blush. But I noticed she didn’t cover herself, which was understandable because the girl had a great appetite for exhibitionism. Besides, she had fruitlessly tried to get me to copulate with her on numerous occasions, when I was still her handler, and I noticed the spark in her eyes when she looked at me.
“Just take it elsewhere,” I said, making sure she understood I was not joining them. She pouted and I looked at her while I suggested to take one of the restrooms. They got ready to get past me, but I then I thought of something and I stopped them in their tracks.
“One thing though, you two might be able to help me.” I looked at each of their heated faces and figured they might have seen something if they were used to sneaking around in the office like this.
“Caroline, the new girl you both have met, went missing. We think she got abducted by someone who infiltrated the office today.”
Susan visibly gasped and I noticed how Mark frowned.
“Abducted? How?” asked Mark genuinely surprised. “This place is like a fortress with all the security around here,” he added.
“And yet you two are here copulating in a restricted area,” I chuckled. But on a more serious note I shook my head and added “We don’t know what happened. She went to the bathroom and never returned. We noticed some guy with an old pickup truck driving away from the back with a naked girl inside. We think that was her.” Then I noticed Susan blushing and biting her lip.
“Susan? Do you have any idea what’s going on here?”
The girl sighed and blushed even deeper.
“Well,” she started, “There’s this guy, who works here by the way, who sometimes offers side jobs.”
“Side jobs?” I interrupted her. She nodded.
“Yeah, like make some extra money in a strip club or something.”
“And you … have made use of his services?” I inquired. “You know how your contract states you cannot work for another employer while working for us, right?”
Susan blushed even deeper and shook her head.
“But,” she tried to save her situation, “the guy works here. I thoughts I was doing those jobs for the company! I swear!”
“What kind of job did you do?” I asked.
“I once went to this bar to… erm… demonstrate fisting myself. In front of an audience.”
“And how much money did you get with that job?” I had folded my arms and looked quite sternly at the little slut.
“A thousand,” she said with a small voice. “I thought it was the company,” she repeated. But I was certain she knew there was something strange going on, that it wasn’t right.
“Do you believe Caroline took on some extra work for money?” I asked, which I didn’t believe for one second. Susan shook her head.
“Dick isn’t really trustworthy,” she shrugged. “One of my friends once got into this thing where she didn’t even get paid. And afterwards the guy only laughed at her. I mean…”
“And that still didn’t ring a bell with you that something fishy is going on here?”
Susan looked at the floor, clearly out of excuses.
“What’s the guy’s name?” I asked.
“Dick Malfort,” she answered.
“There’s no guy working here with that name,” I said with confidence.
“Oh but there is,” said Mark, finally having something to contribute as well. “There’s a guy at marketing who often gets mail under that name. His actual name is Julian though. Julian Felltrop.” He looked quite smug and I smiled.
“Thank you,” I said. “That’s wat I was looking for.” I would make sure mark would get rewarded for that. But then I turned back to Susan and I lifted her face up to me with my hand under her chin.
“You and I are going to have a long talk,” I said. She looked anxious at me.
“Are you going to fire me?” she asked, and I knew that would be the worst punishment for her as she was an absolute pervert who loved working here.
“I might. But I give you a chance to redeem yourself. Think about it. What can you offer us to make you repay the damages you have cost this company, or at least to which damages you contributed.”
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Chapter 36: The Night Show – A Most Thorough Cleaning
Caroline was shivering. She had so many orgasms already and she got the feeling the drugs they gave her were driving her insane. Her arousal didn’t diminish whatsoever. If anything, the humiliation of this entire ordeal was exciting her more, it seemed. Only the pain of having something huge inside her brought the arousal levels down a bit, for a short while. And strangely enough that made it feel good, as if the pain was giving a little of herself back to her.
She had these thoughts, but not in any ordered kind of way. There was no reasoning, instead there were loose fragments that came up in her mind, while the rest seemed to come to her as through a thick fog. She heard blurs of words coming from the audience, who she could barely see because of the spotlights that blinded her. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind a little, but she hardly understood where she was.
Something was pushed against her lips and liquid flowed into her mouth. She swallowed, only then noticing how parched her mouth was. She lifted a hand and wiped the sweat from her face. It was so hot in here!
Something rubbery and thick was pushed in her hand. A voice came from far away, telling her to push it into her anus. She blinked and looked at it. The purple rubber shape was weird, not like anything she had seen before. It looked a bit like a rocket, with a thin tip, a bulbous body, and then a thin bottom which was fixed on a kind of disk. Her hand that was holding it was pushed towards her face and she was told to suck and lick it, for lubrication. She took it in her mouth and licked it. It was very rubbery, but smooth and with a sigh she closed her lips around it and began sucking on it like it was her own thumb. She closed her eyes and took it in deeper. This felt very nice. Almost like the doctor’s penis had felt when she had it in her mouth. And she began to move it in and out, fucking her mouth with the plug. Deeper still she took it, while her other hand went to her crotch, to finger herself. She felt so much aroused!
The tip of the plug went into her throat while her lips slipped around the fat body of the plug and then closed around the bottom. In her mind she giggled as the thing appeared to be a massive pacifier. It made her suck on it like it was a pacifier, not minding that it moved in and out of her throat when she sucked on it like that.
The next moment it was taken from her mouth. She felt disappointed. But it was given back to her, her hand once more clutching at the base of it. She wanted to take it back in her mouth, but her hand got directed between her spread legs. That was a good idea and she moved it towards her throbbing slit. Someone pushed her hand lower though and the tip of the rubber plug rubbed against her anus. It sent a shiver down her spine. Slowly she pushed the thin tip into her anus, enjoying the sensation of spreading her bum open. But the body was much wider and taking it in deeper was difficult. Her anus protested with an aching sensation and for a brief moment Caroline’s mind cleared a little. She looked around, seeing dark figures in a large dark barely lit room. They were cheering at her. A hand pushed against her hand and suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her butthole, when the plug slipped in, pushing the fat bulbous body beyond her sphincter. The pain stopped again when it was in but now she felt like her rectum was really full. Which felt good! She resumed masturbating herself, rubbing her fingers through her wet slit, rubbing around and over her clitoris and she moaned in ecstasy.
“Here, use this instead,” said a voice and the face of Freddie swam before her. He was squatting in front of her, holding something up to her. It was large, white, with lots of spines. She reached out an her hand folded around the spiny bulb. She giggled as it felt prickly but also kind of tickling. And when it was handed to her, she brought it to her face, to have a look at it. She giggled as she recognized it. It was a toilet brush.
“How dirty,” she murmured with a smile and she brought the brush head to her face, stroking the prickly bristles over her cheek.
“Use it on your pussy,” said Freddie and that sounded like a great idea. She had always wondered how that would feel. With her fingers behind the brush head, she moved it towards her crotch and gasped when she rubbed the prickly bush against her slit. It was both painful and exciting. Such a strong sensation!
“Use your other hand to spread your lips,” said Freddie. “You have to feel it fully.”
“I do?” asked Caroline hesitating.
“Oh yes, you have to feel this,” smiled Freddie.
She spread her lips and carefully pressed the bristles against the delicate inside of her slit. She gasped as this felt both very painful and weirdly exciting at the same time. Her body jumped as she scraped the bristles over her clitoris, the most intense sensation ever. Both painful and exciting. She closed her eyes and slowly brushed the bristles along her slit, amazed how such a painful sensation can also be so exciting.
“Imagine how that will feel inside. Try pushing it into your little cunt,” said Freddie. Her eyes shot up towards him and she gasped at the idea. Was that even possible? She looked down at her crotch, holding the brush head against her slit and bit her lower lip in doubt if she should do this. It looked so big! And those bristles were so hard!
“I can’t,” she whimpered.
“Oh, but you have to,” said Freddie. “A girl like you needs to feel this, there’s nothing like it. You will never feel the same again, you know. No cock will ever satisfy you again after you experienced the brush.”
She shivered and there was a pit in her stomach. But the drugs were pushing her forward, the feeling of arousal still rising inside herself. She would no doubt experience another orgasm just by holding it there. And then she decided she wanted to feel it. She wanted to sense the pain inside her and maybe it would stop her orgasm!
She carefully spread her lips and positioned the brush head against her vaginal opening and pulled it closer against her, pressing the harsh bristles painfully against her flesh. She gasped as it felt like a hundred needles were pushing against her skin. She quickly pulled back and felt if she had been injured already, but that wasn’t the case. In fact, it left a very pleasant glow. She bit her lower lip and tried again. This time she didn’t stop pushing when it hurt. The nylon bristles were sturdy, but they bent under the strain. Caroline gasped as she felt herself slowly being forced open, the bristles painfully stabbing in hundreds of places into her sensitive flesh. She shivered and stopped pushing for a moment, as it was simply too painful. But the moment she stopped pushing, the pain dissipated and she felt aroused again. She drew in her breath and pulled the brush head once more against herself. She gasped as she felt the pain of the bristles spreading her vulva wider open and this time a few bristles actually pushed into her vagina. The sensation was both painful and amazing.
“Most women prefer toilet paper, but not our little Candy,” joked Freddie in the microphone. “Seriously though, will she be able to clean her insides? And more importantly, how long until she has another orgasm?”
Caroline looked at the man, who indicated at her to push on. She drew in her breath and focused again on what she was doing. Taking the brush by the handle, she pushed in harder still and gasped as she felt the harsh bristles bending into her tight opening while stretching her vagina wide open. When the pain became too much, she tried to pull it back out, but now the bent bristles really dug into her flesh and she cried out when she pulled at the brush head. Instead she once more reversed and she noticed that pushing it in was now easier, so she continued doing that. Slowly but surely the large brush head disappeared into her tight slit, where the bristles began to torture the inner parts of her vagina. It was excruciating, especially since her butt plug prevented her vagina to expand towards the back, which made the bristles push even harder into the sensitive front area of her vagina. But it went in all the same and when no more bristles were visible and the brush had completely disappeared inside her pussy, Freddie told her to get up and take a bow to the audience. There was a lot of cheering and applause.
Caroline was shivering. She had so many orgasms already and she got the feeling the drugs they gave her were driving her insane. Her arousal didn’t diminish whatsoever. If anything, the humiliation of this entire ordeal was exciting her more, it seemed. Only the pain of having something huge inside her brought the arousal levels down a bit, for a short while. And strangely enough that made it feel good, as if the pain was giving a little of herself back to her.
She had these thoughts, but not in any ordered kind of way. There was no reasoning, instead there were loose fragments that came up in her mind, while the rest seemed to come to her as through a thick fog. She heard blurs of words coming from the audience, who she could barely see because of the spotlights that blinded her. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind a little, but she hardly understood where she was.
Something was pushed against her lips and liquid flowed into her mouth. She swallowed, only then noticing how parched her mouth was. She lifted a hand and wiped the sweat from her face. It was so hot in here!
Something rubbery and thick was pushed in her hand. A voice came from far away, telling her to push it into her anus. She blinked and looked at it. The purple rubber shape was weird, not like anything she had seen before. It looked a bit like a rocket, with a thin tip, a bulbous body, and then a thin bottom which was fixed on a kind of disk. Her hand that was holding it was pushed towards her face and she was told to suck and lick it, for lubrication. She took it in her mouth and licked it. It was very rubbery, but smooth and with a sigh she closed her lips around it and began sucking on it like it was her own thumb. She closed her eyes and took it in deeper. This felt very nice. Almost like the doctor’s penis had felt when she had it in her mouth. And she began to move it in and out, fucking her mouth with the plug. Deeper still she took it, while her other hand went to her crotch, to finger herself. She felt so much aroused!
The tip of the plug went into her throat while her lips slipped around the fat body of the plug and then closed around the bottom. In her mind she giggled as the thing appeared to be a massive pacifier. It made her suck on it like it was a pacifier, not minding that it moved in and out of her throat when she sucked on it like that.
The next moment it was taken from her mouth. She felt disappointed. But it was given back to her, her hand once more clutching at the base of it. She wanted to take it back in her mouth, but her hand got directed between her spread legs. That was a good idea and she moved it towards her throbbing slit. Someone pushed her hand lower though and the tip of the rubber plug rubbed against her anus. It sent a shiver down her spine. Slowly she pushed the thin tip into her anus, enjoying the sensation of spreading her bum open. But the body was much wider and taking it in deeper was difficult. Her anus protested with an aching sensation and for a brief moment Caroline’s mind cleared a little. She looked around, seeing dark figures in a large dark barely lit room. They were cheering at her. A hand pushed against her hand and suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her butthole, when the plug slipped in, pushing the fat bulbous body beyond her sphincter. The pain stopped again when it was in but now she felt like her rectum was really full. Which felt good! She resumed masturbating herself, rubbing her fingers through her wet slit, rubbing around and over her clitoris and she moaned in ecstasy.
“Here, use this instead,” said a voice and the face of Freddie swam before her. He was squatting in front of her, holding something up to her. It was large, white, with lots of spines. She reached out an her hand folded around the spiny bulb. She giggled as it felt prickly but also kind of tickling. And when it was handed to her, she brought it to her face, to have a look at it. She giggled as she recognized it. It was a toilet brush.
“How dirty,” she murmured with a smile and she brought the brush head to her face, stroking the prickly bristles over her cheek.
“Use it on your pussy,” said Freddie and that sounded like a great idea. She had always wondered how that would feel. With her fingers behind the brush head, she moved it towards her crotch and gasped when she rubbed the prickly bush against her slit. It was both painful and exciting. Such a strong sensation!
“Use your other hand to spread your lips,” said Freddie. “You have to feel it fully.”
“I do?” asked Caroline hesitating.
“Oh yes, you have to feel this,” smiled Freddie.
She spread her lips and carefully pressed the bristles against the delicate inside of her slit. She gasped as this felt both very painful and weirdly exciting at the same time. Her body jumped as she scraped the bristles over her clitoris, the most intense sensation ever. Both painful and exciting. She closed her eyes and slowly brushed the bristles along her slit, amazed how such a painful sensation can also be so exciting.
“Imagine how that will feel inside. Try pushing it into your little cunt,” said Freddie. Her eyes shot up towards him and she gasped at the idea. Was that even possible? She looked down at her crotch, holding the brush head against her slit and bit her lower lip in doubt if she should do this. It looked so big! And those bristles were so hard!
“I can’t,” she whimpered.
“Oh, but you have to,” said Freddie. “A girl like you needs to feel this, there’s nothing like it. You will never feel the same again, you know. No cock will ever satisfy you again after you experienced the brush.”
She shivered and there was a pit in her stomach. But the drugs were pushing her forward, the feeling of arousal still rising inside herself. She would no doubt experience another orgasm just by holding it there. And then she decided she wanted to feel it. She wanted to sense the pain inside her and maybe it would stop her orgasm!
She carefully spread her lips and positioned the brush head against her vaginal opening and pulled it closer against her, pressing the harsh bristles painfully against her flesh. She gasped as it felt like a hundred needles were pushing against her skin. She quickly pulled back and felt if she had been injured already, but that wasn’t the case. In fact, it left a very pleasant glow. She bit her lower lip and tried again. This time she didn’t stop pushing when it hurt. The nylon bristles were sturdy, but they bent under the strain. Caroline gasped as she felt herself slowly being forced open, the bristles painfully stabbing in hundreds of places into her sensitive flesh. She shivered and stopped pushing for a moment, as it was simply too painful. But the moment she stopped pushing, the pain dissipated and she felt aroused again. She drew in her breath and pulled the brush head once more against herself. She gasped as she felt the pain of the bristles spreading her vulva wider open and this time a few bristles actually pushed into her vagina. The sensation was both painful and amazing.
“Most women prefer toilet paper, but not our little Candy,” joked Freddie in the microphone. “Seriously though, will she be able to clean her insides? And more importantly, how long until she has another orgasm?”
Caroline looked at the man, who indicated at her to push on. She drew in her breath and focused again on what she was doing. Taking the brush by the handle, she pushed in harder still and gasped as she felt the harsh bristles bending into her tight opening while stretching her vagina wide open. When the pain became too much, she tried to pull it back out, but now the bent bristles really dug into her flesh and she cried out when she pulled at the brush head. Instead she once more reversed and she noticed that pushing it in was now easier, so she continued doing that. Slowly but surely the large brush head disappeared into her tight slit, where the bristles began to torture the inner parts of her vagina. It was excruciating, especially since her butt plug prevented her vagina to expand towards the back, which made the bristles push even harder into the sensitive front area of her vagina. But it went in all the same and when no more bristles were visible and the brush had completely disappeared inside her pussy, Freddie told her to get up and take a bow to the audience. There was a lot of cheering and applause.
zerns
Governor
Your night stage show with Caroline reminded me of this cover I did for my Red Comix awhile back.
Attachments
Doragon
Tribune
Because of the bowling pins?
zerns
Governor
Indeed!Because of the bowling pins?
Doragon
Tribune
Chapter 37: The Night Show – Dancing & Workout
Freddie came up to the girl and took her by the hand. Then he walked her to the front of the stage to show her to the audience and taking the microphone, he asked for some dance music.
Caroline watched as on several screens a music video appeared while from the speakers came the loud tunes of a rock song called ‘Shake that Pussy’. The lyrics made it clear what was expected from her and the girl that was dancing on the screens clarified it further.
The audience sang along and cheered when Caroline put her hands behind her head and while spreading her legs a little she began to grind her hips. The long handle of the toilet brush dangled between her legs and gyrated with her movements. But the music was much faster and several members in the audience indicated that she should speed up and jerk her hips. She complied but groaned as the strong movements caused the brush inside her to move erratically. It hurt and yet, at the same time, it excited her greatly. Also because dancing naked in front of an audience was humiliating and that excited her as well. The drugs also took her to another height and as Caroline lost herself in the dance, she had another orgasm that almost made her drop to the floor. It also caused such convulsions in her vagina, the brush actually got pushed out and it fell onto the floor with her vaginal fluids splattering on the stage.
When the song was finished, Freddie took the panting and sweating girl by the hands again and brought her to one of the chairs on stage. He made her put one foot on the chair, so her crotch was wide open. Then he gave her the toilet brush again and told her to fuck herself with it.
Another song started and the audience sang along ‘Work this pussy’. Caroline looked a little bewildered at the crowd and shivered. It aroused her a lot and at the same time she feared what she had to do. But she leaned a little forward, took a good grip on the handle and pushed it back in. With a gasp she felt the sharp bristles digging into her flesh, stretching her vaginal walls most painfully.
Just before it went fully in, Freddie stopped her and indicated she had to pull it back out. She complied with a shiver, sensing how painful it was to drag the already bending bristles in the opposite direction. Slowly the brush reappeared from her tight slit, the bristles flicking back out as soon as they were pulled free from the tight embrace of her pussy. But just before she pulled it entirely free, Freddie gestured to move it back in and the crowd chanted at her to work that pussy.
With a loud gasp she pushed it back in, despite the aching sensation this caused in her vagina. Freddie now gestured at her to move it up and down. This meant she was actually going to be dragging the brush up and down her tight vaginal entrance, where right now it hurt the most. But she complied, though the tears were in her eyes from the pain.
In and out the brush went and both Freddie and the audience started clapping and indicating she should go faster. The girl was shaking as her hand, the knuckles white from the force she was using, moved the brush head up and down her vagina entrance scrubbing her most intimate area in a most painful manner. Her pussy began to produce lots of fluids, which actually splatted from the bristles and leaked onto the floor. This made it easier for the girl to pump the brush in and out, though it hurt still the same.
Freddie held a vibrator up in the air, making it hum loudly in the microphone to both stimulate and tease her, because he wasn’t going to give the vibrator to her.
“Make yourself cum, Candy, we know you can do it!”
Caroline gasped and kept pumping, her legs shaking, barely able to keep herself upright. But it was true, she was also much aroused, from the drugs, the humiliation and maybe even from the pain. However, she could not bring herself to an orgasm, not this way. And when her knees visibly buckled and she had to step down, Freddie came up to her to take her by the hands again.
Freddie came up to the girl and took her by the hand. Then he walked her to the front of the stage to show her to the audience and taking the microphone, he asked for some dance music.
Caroline watched as on several screens a music video appeared while from the speakers came the loud tunes of a rock song called ‘Shake that Pussy’. The lyrics made it clear what was expected from her and the girl that was dancing on the screens clarified it further.
The audience sang along and cheered when Caroline put her hands behind her head and while spreading her legs a little she began to grind her hips. The long handle of the toilet brush dangled between her legs and gyrated with her movements. But the music was much faster and several members in the audience indicated that she should speed up and jerk her hips. She complied but groaned as the strong movements caused the brush inside her to move erratically. It hurt and yet, at the same time, it excited her greatly. Also because dancing naked in front of an audience was humiliating and that excited her as well. The drugs also took her to another height and as Caroline lost herself in the dance, she had another orgasm that almost made her drop to the floor. It also caused such convulsions in her vagina, the brush actually got pushed out and it fell onto the floor with her vaginal fluids splattering on the stage.
When the song was finished, Freddie took the panting and sweating girl by the hands again and brought her to one of the chairs on stage. He made her put one foot on the chair, so her crotch was wide open. Then he gave her the toilet brush again and told her to fuck herself with it.
Another song started and the audience sang along ‘Work this pussy’. Caroline looked a little bewildered at the crowd and shivered. It aroused her a lot and at the same time she feared what she had to do. But she leaned a little forward, took a good grip on the handle and pushed it back in. With a gasp she felt the sharp bristles digging into her flesh, stretching her vaginal walls most painfully.
Just before it went fully in, Freddie stopped her and indicated she had to pull it back out. She complied with a shiver, sensing how painful it was to drag the already bending bristles in the opposite direction. Slowly the brush reappeared from her tight slit, the bristles flicking back out as soon as they were pulled free from the tight embrace of her pussy. But just before she pulled it entirely free, Freddie gestured to move it back in and the crowd chanted at her to work that pussy.
With a loud gasp she pushed it back in, despite the aching sensation this caused in her vagina. Freddie now gestured at her to move it up and down. This meant she was actually going to be dragging the brush up and down her tight vaginal entrance, where right now it hurt the most. But she complied, though the tears were in her eyes from the pain.
In and out the brush went and both Freddie and the audience started clapping and indicating she should go faster. The girl was shaking as her hand, the knuckles white from the force she was using, moved the brush head up and down her vagina entrance scrubbing her most intimate area in a most painful manner. Her pussy began to produce lots of fluids, which actually splatted from the bristles and leaked onto the floor. This made it easier for the girl to pump the brush in and out, though it hurt still the same.
Freddie held a vibrator up in the air, making it hum loudly in the microphone to both stimulate and tease her, because he wasn’t going to give the vibrator to her.
“Make yourself cum, Candy, we know you can do it!”
Caroline gasped and kept pumping, her legs shaking, barely able to keep herself upright. But it was true, she was also much aroused, from the drugs, the humiliation and maybe even from the pain. However, she could not bring herself to an orgasm, not this way. And when her knees visibly buckled and she had to step down, Freddie came up to her to take her by the hands again.