MaleDom FemSub Stories

Spanking Slave Lessons

Maledom/femsub, dark, bondage, hardcore, humiliation, punishment, slavery, spanking

Her heart thumping with increasing rapidity, Ellen stared out the window of the taxi and frowned at the tall, empty looking building they were parked beside. It was an old and grey concrete monstrosity, weathered and covered in graffiti with heavy steel bars across the windows that weren’t simply boarded up. A sunken arch in the front of the building shielded a set of double doors, their grey steel glinting dully in the yellow glow of the solitary street-light directly in front.

    It looked entirely like it was condemned and due for demolition tomorrow, and again she double-checked the address scrawled on the piece of paper clutched in her hand. The old and faded numbers painted above the arch were barely visible from the back seat of the taxi, but as distasteful as the building was, this was the right place.

    “Thank you,” she said to the taxi driver as he passed her change back.

    “You have a nice night, miss,” the old man replied with a lecherous grin that made her skin crawl.

    Ellen tried not to appear too anxious as she stepped out of the taxi and shut the door with perhaps a little more force than was necessary. Despite now being alone on the gloomy street with a thick fog setting in, she couldn’t help feeling relieved as the taxi drove off into the night, just glad to be away from his constant staring at her in the rear-view mirror.

    Drawing the black fabric of her trench-coat closer around her, Ellen started towards the doorway, her heart still thudding nervously in her chest. She barely had to look at the dilapidated buildings around her to know that this wasn’t the friendliest neighbourhood for a girl to visit at almost 11pm, especially one who was barely 21. She wished the sound of her heels clicking against the pavement wouldn’t echo so much in the silence, painfully aware of how easy it would be in a place like this for her to just… disappear.

    She was almost upon the short flight of stairs down to the doors when she spotted the single, bulky figure waiting in the shadows of the archway. Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest in fright before she saw the plastic tag hanging around his neck identifying him as the bouncer. She could feel his gaze on her as she approached, and had to bite her lip to stop herself from trembling.

    “Open the coat please,” he requested in a friendly but firm tone, uncrossing his arms as he took a step forward into the yellow light.

    Swallowing hard, Ellen felt her cheeks flush slightly as she pulled her coat open, feeling every bit like a hooker trying to solicit business from the guy. She knew she certainly looked the part, wearing an almost scandalously short red skirt and a matching top that revealed more of her soft skin than it covered.

    “Okay,” he said approvingly, a nod of the head signalling she could cover herself again.

    Ellen watched a little anxiously as he stepped back into the shadows and spoke briefly into a small intercom set into the concrete archway. This wasn’t quite what she had been expecting to find, and the utter silence around them made her pull her coat a little tighter around her scantily clad body. She was about to ask what they were waiting for when the closest of the two doors swung open and a pool of bright light poured out onto the pavement.

    “You’re lucky,” the bouncer said, waving her through. “The doors close at 11; you barely made it.”

    “Sorry about that,” she said quietly, stepping through into a small atrium area. “It uh… hasn’t been the easiest week.” Now that she was inside, she could hear the distant thumping of very loud music, reassuring her that this was definitely the right place.

    “Is this your first time here?” he queried, following her inside as his partner secured the doors once again.

    Ellen nodded mutely in reply, her attention focused entirely on the small counter situated at the opposite end of the rectangular room. She had been told what sort of club she was visiting, but it didn’t really sink in fully until she saw the girl standing behind the bench dressed in a black latex outfit that made her own attire look positively conservative. Noticing Ellen’s stunned gaze, the tall, slender brunette smiled broadly and raising her hands, did a little pirouette to show off.

    Both arms were clad in a pair of shoulder-length latex gloves, their smoothly polished surfaces glistening wetly as she held them up in the light. A small, low-cut tank top barely restrained her breasts and left a considerable amount of shadowy cleavage clearly visible, whilst the low height of the counter gave a clear view of her hips and a tiny little skirt with wide slits up either side that made it resemble two rectangular sections of latex held together by string. Its’ length gave continual flashes of her lower buttocks, and it was plainly obvious that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it; Ellen couldn’t imagine wearing something like it and yet the girl seemed perfectly at home in it.

    “Heh, I’m sure Kat will take care of you then,” the bouncer told her. “Won’t you Kat?”

    “Sure will, Sir!” the girl behind the counter replied chirpily.

    Having been too focused on Kat’s clothing to notice, Ellen could only stare in shocked amazement as the young girl calmly untangled a silver chain from around her head from where it had tangled during her pirouette. Like it was the most normal thing in the world, she reached up with her gloved hands and adjusted the gleaming steel collar around her neck, a little gold padlock connecting it securely to the chain.

    “Come this way!” announced Kat, stepping out from behind the counter to reveal a pair of matching high-heel boots reaching half-way up her thighs.

    Holding her cloak nervously, Ellen slowly approached as the two bouncers headed off through another set of double doors to the right. The music which until now had been quietly thumping in the background jumped in volume as they opened, resolving itself into something resembling a song before being muted once again as the doors closed behind them, leaving her alone with the strangely clad Kat.

    “Quickly, you’re missing out on the party!” encouraged Kat, standing in an open doorway to the left at the very limit of her chain.

    A little unnerved by the girl’s outfit, Ellen couldn’t help being drawn by her friendly nature and hurried through into the locker room. The small, square lockers were stacked almost up to the roof, six high and covering all four walls and a double-sided row down the middle. They were all closed and secured, but there were several that still had their keys sitting in the lock.

    “You put your stuff in one of the empty ones and take the key with you when you go in,” explained Kat proudly. “Then when you’re done, you get your stuff out and leave the key in the lock for the next person!”

    “Sounds simple enough,” Ellen said with a tentative smile, approaching one of the empty lockers and opening it up. Glancing back over her shoulder at the smiling Kat, she suppressed her nervousness and shrugged off her cloak.

    “Not bad,” Kat observed as Ellen busied herself with folding her coat. “It’s a bit plain though… want something a bit kinkier?”

    “Not really,” Ellen admitted, blushing slightly as she placed her coat in the locker. “I don’t know if I’m into all this yet,” she explained. “I just got invited by a friend, and it sounded kinda interesting.”

    “That’s cool. You’ll stand out though,” Kat warned her with a grin. “At least be a little daring and lose the panties!”

    Ellen stared at her for a moment, a slight smile on her lips as she considered. She did want to be a bit wild tonight and enjoy her freedom after breaking up with Marty…

    “Fine,” she said decisively, and taking a deep breath, hiked her skirt up and pulled down her sexy red panties.

    She was blushing as she stepped out of them, but at the same time she felt giddy with excitement as she threw her underwear into the locker. Smoothing out the red fabric of her skirt, she straightened and brushed back her long black hair, grinning now. She knew this was stupid and entirely not like her, but Marty had been so… stifling… and she was determined to put him behind her and enjoy herself, if only for tonight.

    “Very sexy,” Kat told her, nodding her head in approval.

    “Thanks! I’ve never done this before, it’s kinda thrilling!” Closing and locking the steel door, Ellen tugged the key free and wandered back to the counter, feeling a little more confident now.

    “Here, wear these,” Kat said with a wink, leaning over the counter and holding out a steel collar similar to her own and a pair of thick steel cuffs. “You’ll look more the part.”

    “You… you’re sure?” Taking the collar from her, Ellen turned it over in her hands. The cool steel was fairly light and the inside was padded with smooth rubber so as to not irritate her skin. It looked okay, but the d-rings around its perimeter and the padlock on the back were fairly unnerving and she looked doubtfully at it.

    “The lock is just for show, see?” Taking the locker key from Ellen’s hand, she slipped it into the golden padlock and undid it with a click. “Any key will work on it.”

    Ellen stared in fascination as Kat opened it up for her, her heart pounding with fresh adrenaline as she ran her fingers along the rubber padding and over the d-rings. What the hell… why not?!

    “Okay, I’ll wear them!” Lifting her chin up and brushing back her hair, she allowed a beaming Kat to slip the collar around her throat and bring the two halves together. A little tremor ran through her body as with a click Kat closed the padlock, securing it. A few moments later her wrists were encircled with the same gleaming steel, the rubber padding cool on her skin.

    “There we go, much better. Just give them back when you come out later,” Kat told her happily, locking the padlock on each cuff.

    “Thank you so much,” Ellen said to her, smiling broadly as she tried not to tremble. The cuffs needed only a short length of chain between them to change them from unusual jewellery into restraints, and the idea frightened her as much as it excited her. This was so stupid!

    “No problem, just don’t lose your key!”

    “I won’t,” Ellen reassured her, slipping the short chain on it around her wrist and clipping it together like a little charm bracelet.

    “Enjoy the party then!” Kat bubbled happily. Ellen gave her a farewell wave, and with a click of her heels, she pushed open the doors and disappeared into the shadows beyond.

    Stepping out of the stairwell and into the light, Ellen’s eyes grew wide and she began to blush as she stared out across the dance floor, suddenly realising just how kinky the club really was. It was like a constantly moving ocean of people spread out before her, and those that actually had any clothing on at all wore everything from tiny silk g-strings to gleaming full-body rubber suits complete with breathing masks and tubing. A complex network of beams hung high up near the roof and supported dozens of constantly moving lights, their ever-changing colours travelling rapidly over the crowd below.

    The smell of sweat, leather and latex permeated the air as Ellen shakily made her way along the walkway around the dance floor, her gaze flickering rapidly from one sweaty person to another as she stared in disbelief. Men and women alike danced with complete abandon, the concept of personal space lost as people rubbed their bodies together without a care, bare flesh sliding against glistening skin-tight latex in a sea of sexual tension.

    The music was almost deafeningly loud, an invisible force that poured forth from the speakers hanging high above to shake everyone with their rhythmic pounding. Ellen found it almost impossible to make out any words in the noise, but she was too busy trying to absorb every outfit around her to concentrate properly. Everything was just so unbelievable… the girl in front of her had what she swore was a chastity belt locked securely around her hips, and apart from a collar and a frightening looking leather harness holding a bright red rubber ball in her mouth, she was totally naked. Ellen had never seen anything like it, and fought not to stare too openly as a man who was presumably the girls’ boyfriend, judging by the fact that he was holding the leash connected to her collar, moved in close behind her and gave her a sharp slap on her bare buttocks. The girl jumped at this, but even with the gag distorting her face her grin was undeniable… she was actually enjoying it!

    “Ellen!” someone shouted in her ear, knocking her out of her reverie.

    She turned in surprise to find her co-worker Justin grinning at her, and her face lit up with relief at finding a familiar face.

    “Come with me!” he yelled over the music, and taking her hand, started to lead her through the crowd.

    Gripping his hand tightly so she wouldn’t lose him, Ellen tried to follow as close as she could as they pushed past the people crowding the walk-way, sweaty skin and slippery latex sliding against her body and sending thrills up her spine. The crowd began to ease as they approached what she assumed was the bar, but a large group of people at the very corner of the dance-floor drew her gaze and she suddenly spotted the two heavy steel cages sitting there, each one containing what appeared to be a girl dancing to the music.

    She slowed down to stare as they moved in time to the beat, completely oblivious to the people staring hungrily through the thick steel mesh holding them back. Their bodies glistened and shone impossibly in the shifting lights, and as she entered the bar and lost sight of them, she realised that they were both dressed from head to toe in rubber.

    The first thing she noticed about the bar was how quiet it was, with thick glass windows holding back the noise and providing a much more sedate area for talking.

    “Glad you could make it!” Justin said to her as he released her hand. “It’s pretty intense, huh?”

    “I’ll say!” she replied, following him over to the bar. “It’s like a fucking orgy in here!”

    “You’re almost right!” he laughed. “No actual sex is allowed, but you can be naked and grope all you want!”

    “I noticed the naked and the groping!” laughed Ellen nervously, looking him up and down. “You look… very different!”

    “Thank you, you look pretty damn good too away from the office,” he said with a wink.

    Finding an empty table, he gestured for her to sit down and headed over to the bar, returning a moment later with a couple of drinks that reeked of alcohol. She studied her glass for a moment, and then with a carefree shrug took a mouthful and swallowed.

    “Wow,” she gasped, putting the glass down forcefully. “A little strong for a first one, isn’t it?” She grinned at him, eyeing the curves of his muscles underneath the tight latex top he was wearing.

    “Yeah, but you’ve got a few hours to catch up on!” he replied, taking only a sip of his own drink. “And a little alcohol will help you feel a little less overwhelmed.” He smiled, noting the way her wide eyes flitted from person to person as she took in each unique and thrilling outfit.

    “I noticed you staring at the cage dancers,” he informed her with a grin. “Curious?”

    “A little… I hadn’t really expected something like that!” she admitted, blushing at being found out.

    “They’re here every night,” he explained. “They dress the girls up in those suits and then lock them in the cages to dance all night.”

    “Shit, really?!” Ellen shook her head in disbelief and took a sip from her drink. “All night in those things… that’s crazy!”

    “Yeah, must be pretty intense for them,” Justin agreed. “They’re fully hooded and all, completely blind!”

    “That’s fucked up,” she laughed. “I’ll have to check them out later!” Her heart pounding in time with the music, she took another large mouthful of her drink. “I can’t believe you’re into all this though, it’s so weird!”

    “Yeah, it is pretty weird!” Justin paused to empty about half his glass. “But you get a few drinks into you and go out on the dance-floor and there’s nothing quite like it.”

    “I never imagined a place like this existed,” she told him, glancing around the bar. “Do you come here often?”

    “When I can,” he replied with a smile. “Finish your drink and I’ll introduce you to a few people.”

    “I’m not here to pick up,” she reminded him wryly over her glass.

    “No, no, just friends,” he reassured her with a laugh, quickly finishing his drink off. “Come on, they’re over in the corner there.”

    Leaving their empty glasses behind, Justin led her over to one of the booths in the corner of the bar. He introduced the four people sitting there, two guys and two girls all wearing clean, crisp business attire.

    “This is Ellen, a friend of mine,” Justin told them pleasantly. “She had a… bit of a hard break-up with her boyfriend, so I invited her here to cheer her up.”

    “Nice to meet you!” the man closest to her said with a smile. “So you’re new to all of this then?”

    “Yeah, I am,” Ellen replied, feeling strangely under-dressed despite the four of them being the ones out of place. “It’s a bit overwhelming at the moment, but I’m enjoying myself so far!”

    “I’m glad to hear it! So you work with Justin then?”

    “Yeah, boring job as it is,” she replied, rolling her eyes dramatically.

    “Not everyone gets the interesting jobs,” the guy replied with a chuckle.

    “What do you do then?” Ellen asked in an almost challenging tone.

    “Oh, I work here!” he told her pleasantly, explaining the formal clothing. “We were just discussing the night’s entertainment actually; you should come and watch later on, you might like it!”

    “Oh, really?” she laughed, the alcohol starting to make itself felt in her head. “What sort of entertainment is it?”

    “Well, tonight we’re getting a few of our professional Doms up on stage for a bit of a show,” he said. “We’ll have a few models come up and get spanked, and then anyone who wants to volunteer can come up and experience it.”

    “Spanked… like, with a paddle?!” she exclaimed, her horrified expression making Justin laugh.

    “Something along those lines, yes,” he replied. “It’s perfectly safe, you should try it!”

    “Shit, maybe another time,” Ellen laughed, trying not to sound nervous about the idea.

    “You’d be the envy of all the guys,” he said with a wink. “I’m sure there are a dozen guys out there who would just jump at the chance to hike up that skirt of yours and start thrashing such a lovely behind.”

    “Err… thanks,” Ellen said, unsure of whether to feel complimented. “I’ll keep it in mind!” She glanced pointedly at Justin, trying to signal that she would love an excuse to leave now.

    “No worries,” the man said. “It starts in an hour, so I’ll see you there!”

    “We’ll leave you to your meeting then,” Justin told them smoothly. “Catch you later.”

    “Was he serious?!” Ellen exclaimed to him once they were out of ear-shot.

    “Quite serious,” he confirmed, chuckling. “You should have seen your face, it was priceless!”

    “Fuck, people actually do that?” She shook her head in disbelief. “They really let themselves get beaten… on stage?!”

    “Of course, it’s all part of the entertainment here,” Justin explained. “You don’t have to participate, but we’ll go watch them if you’d like!”

    “I dunno… I think I’ll need to drink a little bit more first!”

    Ellen wasn’t usually a heavy drinker, but she was also very polite and couldn’t refuse the drinks Justin seemed to be constantly buying for her. In between stints on the dance floor they chatted at the bar, and before long she found herself feeling rather light-headed and, although she wouldn’t admit it, rather turned on by the flow of naked and semi-naked people around her.

    The hour leading up to the show passed quickly for her in a flurry of faces and thumping music, singing along loudly to the songs she recognised and merely dancing with the crowd to the ones she didn’t. She knew she shouldn’t be so forward but it was hard to stop her self from rubbing her body against the smooth latex of Justin’s clothing, the smell of sweat and arousal driving her into a sexual frenzy. She could feel the collar tight around her throat, and the breeze blowing across her bare and increasingly damp crotch. It was crazy, but she was enjoying herself immensely.

    “Let’s move to the front,” Justin yelled in her ear and gesturing. “It’ll start soon.”

    Ellen nodded blankly in reply, not hearing a word he said but more than willing to follow as he took her hand and they began to weave their way through the throng of dancing people towards the stage. The combination of alcohol and nudity had made people a lot more daring, and she felt more than one hand grab her buttocks and brush over her breasts as they moved past, their touches strangely thrilling in her slightly drunken state. She knew she should feel dirty and angry at these people she’s never met taking liberties with her body, but everyone seemed to be doing it, men and women alike, and she was even tempted to do a little touching herself.

    Her height and heels giving her a slight advantage over the mostly barefoot crowd, Ellen got a few brief looks at the stage over their heads, letting her see the people moving around setting what looked like two metal frames next to each-other. She felt a thrill run up her spine from her sex as she got a glimpse of what looked like chain and cuffs similar to her own hanging from the top corners of each one. They were really going to restrain people to those frames, she thought, trembling at the idea. There was no way she would ever do that… there was big difference between behaving a little wild, and a public spanking!

    And then suddenly she was standing in front of two tall, cylindrical cages, her breath catching in her throat as she stared up at the two girls dancing in them, their beautiful, slender bodies entirely encased in smooth, glistening latex. Coloured black and white respectively, their movements were smooth and fluid, each dancing their own private moves in time to the music thumping through their bodies. It was almost breathtaking to watch, but it was their heads that really captured Ellen’s attention.

    Each girl wore a totally smooth, seamless hood that was so tight she could almost swear they were bald underneath. Their mouths and noses were hidden underneath a triangular protrusion in the hood from which twin hoses sprouted for breathing, snaking upwards to disappear into the solid tops of their cages. Their legs were held slightly apart with silver cuffs, and two more hoses emerged from the base of the cage between them to connect with their crotches and up between their buttocks, their possible purposes making Ellen’s imagination run wild even as they frightened her. But what stunned her the most was that the hoods had no eye-holes; the shiny surfaces simply flowed down like the girls had no eye sockets at all. They were blind, faceless dancers, and she thought they were amazing.

    “I told you they’re hot,” Justin yelled with a grin.

    Ellen nodded in agreement, drawn in by the ease with which they moved. She ran her gaze up and down their smooth bodies, drinking in their constantly moving arms and the way their breasts shook in their individual cups. She wasn’t particularly attracted to them physically, but the way their suits glistened in the light entranced her, their surfaces seamless except for a neatly concealed zip running up their spines.

    “Quick, they’re starting!” Justin said to her as the music around them dropped several decibels.

    People were strangely happy to move out of the way as he led her towards the front, and it was only as they reached the stage and Ellen looked across at the nervous-looking people standing either side of her that she realised she was now effectively waiting in line with the other volunteers for tonight’s entertainment.

    “Justin,” she hissed, turning to him and trying not to look too terrified. “These people are the volunteers, aren’t they?!”

    “Relax,” he reassured her with a smile and a squeeze of her hand. “You can just watch if you want; it’s totally up to you.”

    Ellen moaned uneasily, turning to look out over the stage again. This is crazy, she thought to herself. What was he thinking, putting her in line like this?!

    “Don’t worry about it,” he said in her ear. “They’d get shut down in a second if they did something to you against your will!”

    The lights stopped their movement then, and turned as one to focus on the stage. The crowd grew quiet as the music was turned down even further, and the air took on an edge of anticipation. Everyone was staring at the curtains along the back of the stage, waiting for it to begin.

    “Good evening ladies, gentlemen and otherwise,” boomed a male voice over the speakers. “I’d like to welcome you all to my club, and personally thank you for visiting. Please be sure to buy plenty of drinks and toys from our… ahem… ‘Gift shop’…” A chuckle ran through the crowd at this, and Ellen glanced sideways at Justin.

    “Sex toys,” he explained with a grin, making Ellen blush softly.

    “Remember, your purchases make the next party possible! And now, without further ado, would you please welcome Dom L and Dom X, and our first lovely assistants for tonight, Michelle and Katarina!”

    The curtains parted and from the darkness emerged a man and a woman both dressed in ominous black leather up to their necks, although which was ‘L’ and which was ‘X’ Ellen couldn’t tell. The woman had a long, slender black riding crop clasped in her gloved hands and was glaring out across the crowd with an angry expression on her face, whilst the man was holding a long, leather flogger in his hand and had a calm and neutral expression that Ellen found almost more frightening than the woman’s scowl. Approaching the two metal frames, they paused beside them and bowed simultaneously as the crowd applauded them, both suddenly smiling broadly.

    And then as Ellen stared in shock, the curtains parted and out stepped Kat from the front counter, grinning excitedly in the same skimpy latex outfit she had been wearing earlier. The crowd applauded even more as she waved a jet black hand at them, striding confidently up to the right-hand frame and standing beneath it. Ellen barely noticed as Michelle emerged from the curtains to more applause, too busy staring up at Kat as the young girl made eye-contact with her.

    “Hey!” she mouthed from up on the stage, her grin growing even wider as her eyes glittered with excitement. “Coming up?”

    Ellen looked like a deer caught in a set of headlights as she rapidly shook her head in refusal.

    “Sure!” mouthed Kat in reply, and gave her a knowing wink.

    Before Ellen could shake her head again, Kats’ attention was drawn back to the stage as the man with the flogger came up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, his calm expression back. Twisting her body around, Kat parted her lips and kissed him deeply on the mouth, the crowd cheering as her gloved hand rubbed the crotch of his pants whilst his own hand snaked down to briefly explore under her skirt.

    Ellen stared in shocked amazement at Kats’ lewd behaviour, unable to believe her eyes as the young girl pulled her hand back and allowed the Dom to guide her into position under the frame, smiling the whole time. Another cheer ran through the crowd, and Ellen’s jaw dropped as she glanced across to see Michelle and the woman in leather kissing quite freely. Was this really happening right in front of her?!

    Her heart pounding rapidly in her chest, she turned back to watch with wide eyes as Kat allowed her arms to be secured to the cuffs hanging above her head in the top corners of the square frame. The Dom moved in close and now that Kat was helpless, grabbed her breasts through the tight latex top she was wearing and began to fondle them roughly, expertly moving from one side to the other so everyone could see.

    Ellen trembled and moved a little closer to Justin for support as the Dom crouched down and an obedient and clearly excited Kat spread her legs widely for him to secure them to either side of the frame. He moved around behind the frame then, giving the crowd a good view as she struggled in a dramatic attempt to get free, the huge grin on her face making it clear how much she enjoyed showing off for the crowd.

    Her struggling faded away as the Dom walked back around in front of her, now holding the flogger in one hand. He glanced sideways and grinned evilly at the crowd as he ran the long, leather strips over Kat’s breasts and then down across the fronts of her thighs. Standing to one side, he took a firm hold on the front of the girls’ skirt and with a sudden tug that made Ellen gasp, tore it from her body.

    The crowd cheered loudly as Kat resumed her obviously fake struggling, wriggling her hips around and showing off her neatly shaven sex, her lips slightly puffy with arousal. Swinging the flogger in his hand, the Dom walked slowly around to the back of the frame and setting his feet solidly on the ground, lashed the flogger across Kat’s bare buttocks. Ellen jumped visibly as the young girl yelped in surprise, but her grin barely wavered as she continued her half-hearted struggles.

    Ellen made eye-contact as the flogger came swishing through the air again, making an audible slap as it hit Kat’s behind. The young girl grinned down at her, the excitement and arousal she was feeling plain on her face.

    “Are you sure?” mouthed Kat, and winked a second before the flogger landed on her behind again, making her jump in her restraints. Ellen didn’t shake her head this time, and merely glanced down to stare at Kat’s glistening lips in disbelief.

    The first few warm-up hits over, Dom L and Dom X both started laying into the two girls with their implements, the flogger and the crop filling the air with swishes and slaps as the crowd cheered. Kat soon had her eyes closed and was biting her lip as the flogger lashed into everything from her back all the way down to her thighs. He began to concentrate on her buttocks after a few minutes, and it didn’t take long before each slap of the flogger forced a gasp of pain out of her. A few rapid, hard hits eventually made her scream, and just like that it was over, and he had moved up close behind her, one hand stroking her buttocks whilst the other snaked around to fondle her sex. Her cries of pain quickly turned to moans of pleasure, and as Ellen stared the young girl started to thrust her hips forward like she was meeting the strokes of an invisible lover.

    But her orgasm wasn’t going to come yet, and with a couple of quick tugs on the knots holding her top together, he had removed the last of Kat’s clothing and bared her considerable breasts to the crowd, her dark pink nipples hardening quickly as he began to stroke them with his gloved fingers. Her eyes were still closed and her breathing began to grow rapid as he fondled her directly in front of the stunned Ellen, who was still not quite willing to believe her eyes.

    Pulling back suddenly, the crowd cheered loudly as he drew the flogger back and with a powerful swing landed it directly across Kat’s heaving breasts. The young brunette gasped loudly and threw her head back, her eyes opening to stare blankly up at the lights shining down from above as with another swish the flogger landed with a solid slap across her belly and causing her to yelp.

    The Dom smiled then, and reaching into a pocket in the thigh of his pants, pulled out a jet black rubber ball-gag. The crowd cheered and clapped as he grabbed Kat by the hair and roughly stuffed it into her mouth, pulling the leather straps tight and buckling it securely around her head. A little of Kat’s earlier smile returned as she looked out across the crowd and moaned dramatically around the gag, the unshed tears in her eyes only making the excitement Ellen saw in them even more powerful.

    Taking up the flogger again, the Dom stepped to one side and began to lay into the beautiful Katarina with the flogger, landing blow after blow across her breasts and belly and over the fronts of her thighs. Now that she was gagged Kat didn’t hold back anymore and it wasn’t long before her cries and squeals merged with the ones Michelle was making only a few metres away as the crop turned her skin into a network of red lines.

    And then came the most horrifying part of it all for Ellen, and as she watched the Dom changed his angle and began to land slap after slap directly between Kat’s thighs, slashing the rough leather flogger across the girls pussy and up between her buttocks. The second one made Kat howl, and from then on she was screaming and struggling in a way that Ellen knew was no longer fake… he was really hurting her now!

    Ellen squeezed her own legs together in sympathy and stared helplessly as a girl she had met only a few hours ago had every square centimetre of skin between her legs turned bright red with a leather flogger. Tears streamed freely down Kat’s face and even the crowd was silent, not wanting to miss any part of her agonised howling.

    Ellen was almost ready to yell at him to stop when suddenly it was over and he dropped the flogger to the ground. He waited a moment as Kat sobbed and gasped for breath, before pulling a long, silver vibrator from his other pocket and turning it on. Standing right in front of her, Ellen could clearly hear its buzzing as without a moment’s pause he moved in and held the cylindrical device up against Kat’s bright red lips.

    Kat convulsed and moaned loudly as the vibrator found her clit, but it was a moan of pleasure this time, and she began to push her hips out at him as he rubbed it up and down, her eyes closing and her back arching as she strained against the cuffs holding her secure. Wide eyed and trembling visibly now, Ellen watched as he quickly brought the squirming girl to a final, powerful orgasm, the crowd applauding loudly the whole time.

    Turning the vibe off and slipping it back into his pocket, the Dom stood up and gently released Kat from the gag. He gave her a moment as she panted and gasped, letting her recover from the orgasm before releasing her legs and then finally her arms. Taking a few seconds to stretch her limbs, a beaming and very red Katarina faced the crowd and waved happily, glancing sideways momentarily to see an equally red-faced Michelle being released from her own restraints.

    “Let’s hear it for the lovely Michelle and Katarina!” boomed the voice over the speakers, and even Ellen found herself clapping as she shook her head in disbelief.

    “What did you think?” Justin asked her, applauding as well.

    “T…That was insane!” stammered Ellen, her eyes drinking in the red marks covering both girls as they walked up and down the front of the stage waving to people.

    “Pretty hot though, eh?” he said, winking at her.

    “And don’t forget our wonderful Doms, Dom L and Dom X!” said the voice, bringing more applause as they both waved and headed off towards the rear of the stage.

    “And now what you’ve all been waiting for, the volunteer stage of tonight’s entertainment! If our two lovely models would like to choose from our willing victims… ahem… patrons, we can get started!”

    Ellen’s heart sank as Kat turned to look directly at her, grinning broadly. A frantic shake of her head did nothing to slow the naked girl as she hurried over and leaned down to offer Ellen her hand.

    “Come on up!” she said excitedly.

    “You’re not serious, are you?!” exclaimed Ellen, staring up at her in horror.

    “Of course I am!” Kat shook her hand invitingly at her. “You’ll love it, trust me. I saw you watching, and I’ve never seen anyone hornier!”

    “M…Maybe,” Ellen stammered, wringing her hands in front of her. “But I can’t do that on stage!”

    “Yeah you can! Come on, they’ll be nice to you; it’s your first time!”

    “But… fuck, this is crazy!” Ellen stared at the hand outstretched before her, trembling visibly.

    “You’re not saying no though,” Kat pointed out with a wink, and reaching down further took hold of Ellen’s hand and began to pull gently.

    “Go on, have some fun,” Justin encouraged, slipping an arm around her waist.

    “I’ve had plenty of fun!” she cried frantically, and then squealed loudly as he lifted her up into the air.

    “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she began repeating under her breath as she placed her feet on the wooden boards, letting Kat drag her up by the arm. It all happened in a daze, and before she knew it she was standing beside a naked and beaming Katarina on stage in front of a few hundred people, all about to see her get restrained to the frame and have her first sadomasochistic experience.

    “Let’s hear some encouragement for our first two beautiful volunteers!”

    “This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever agreed to,” Ellen told Kat breathlessly as behind her the crowd applauded loudly… applauding her!

    “Just relax and enjoy it,” Kat told her, smiling encouragingly. “I’ll look after you, don’t worry!” She gave the trembling Ellen a friendly squeeze, and kissed her on the cheek. “You might even get a nice cum out of it,” she added in a whisper, and giggled playfully as Ellen turned bright red.

    “And now,” said the voice over the speakers. “We welcome to the stage Dom M and Dom T!”

    Ellen turned sharply to stare in horror as the curtains parted and the two Dom’s strode out, wearing leather outfits similar to their predecessors. Her horror at meeting her future tormentors turned to shock as she recognised them as the two men Justin had introduced her to in the bar. Their clothing was a far cry from the neat business suits they had been wearing, but it was unmistakably them.

    Ellen stood there without moving, feeling like a defenceless animal standing in front of a predator hoping it hadn’t been seen. But she had been seen, and recognised.

    “Hello Ellen, I’m M,” said the man who had invited her up earlier, coming up and shaking her hand firmly. “I thought I’d see you again.”

    Stunned by his presence, Ellen could only nod weakly and try with difficulty to swallow, her throat dry with fear as she looked down at the lengths of chain and other bondage implements he had had hanging from the belt around his waist.

    “Come now, wave to the crowd with me,” he said lightly in her ear, turning her around and raising his arm, his grip on her wrist gentle but firm as they waved together.

    “Good girl,” he whispered, smiling broadly as the crowd applauded them. “That’s it…”

    Releasing her wrist, he lowered his arm behind her and held her around the waist. Gently he turned her around and they began to slowly walk towards the waiting frame as he spoke to her.

    “I want you to stand under the frame facing the curtains there, okay Ellen? Are you ready for this?” His tone was gentle and he was smiling at her, but there was an edge in his voice that just melted all of her resistance, and before she knew it she was nodding her head in agreement.

    “Good girl,” he whispered, and kissed her gently on the cheek.

    His hand constantly pressed firmly against her lower back, he guided a visibly trembling Ellen into position under the metal frame. Looking panicked, she made eye-contact with Kat who was standing a few metres back towards the rear of the stage, but instead of any sympathy the naked brunette grinned and gave her a thumbs-up.

    “That’s it,” M said softly from behind Ellen. “Now, I want you to spread your legs for me.” His hand slid down over her buttocks to nestle between her thighs, gently pushing on one leg.

    “Oh…” she moaned loudly, staring down below her skirt where his hand lay. Breathing rapidly, she began to move them apart in small increments, balancing precariously on her heels as she worked them closer and closer to the waiting cuffs.

    “That’s the way, Ellen. Now I want you to stay like that, okay?” He looked into her eyes and smiled as he saw her tiny, nervous nod of the head.

    Crouching down, he took the first cuff in his hands and slipped it gently around Ellen’s ankle. The padlock closed with a click, and he moved over to the opposite leg, repeating the process.

    “There you go,” he whispered, straightening up to speak in her ear as his hand snaked around to gently rub her breasts through her top. “You’re doing great.”

    “W…what next?” she stammered breathlessly, her eyes wide as she gave the cuffs a couple of experimental tugs.

    “Quiet now, Ellen,” he said in a slightly admonishing tone, placing his finger on her lips. “I want you to put your hands down behind your back for me.”

    Her heart pounding loudly in her chest, she nodded again and moved to obey, reaching behind and clasping her hands together. She rubbed them nervously against the fabric of her skirt, feeling acutely aware of just now naked she was underneath it and certain that she would soon be losing its meagre protection.

    Trying to watch over her shoulder, Ellen felt him take hold of the cuffs that Kat had given her earlier and with a soft rattle of chain he had secured them together. She moaned fearfully and gave them a tug just to make sure, earning her a sharp slap across the back of her hand that made her yelp more in surprise than pain.

    “Now, Ellen, don’t struggle just yet,” M chastised her, still fiddling with the chains.

    “S… sorry,” she stammered, wondering what she’d gotten herself into now.

    She tried to look over her shoulder again to see what he was doing, but without warning he pulled firmly on the long chain he had secured to her cuffs and Ellen squealed in horror as she was forced to bend forward and stick her behind out at the crowd. Twisting her head, she stared as M locked the chain running from her strained arms to the metal frame above, preventing her from straightening up.

    “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she gasped, turning beet red and shutting her eyes tightly as she realised everyone would now be able to see clearly up her skirt.

    “Good girl Ellen, good girl,” M whispered in her ear, having moved around to the rear of the frame. She felt his hand gently stroking her head, and tried not to sob as his other hand clipped another chain to her collar and then pulled down firmly on it, making her bend forwards even more. Opening her eyes slightly, she watched through tears as he clipped the other end to a metal ring in the floor, further securing her in her bent over position.

    Shutting her eyes again as he left her, she moaned pitifully and wriggled in her bonds, helpless in their padded steel embrace. She felt so humiliated by it all, having people she’d never met staring up her skirt and waiting for the moment when it would be pulled back and her spanking would begin.

    “Hey there,” said Kat soothingly as her gloved hand brushed back Ellen’s hair. “How are you doing?”

    “It’s so humiliating,” she moaned woefully, lifting her head up. “I’m so scared, Kat.”

    “I know you are,” Kat whispered gently, smiling as she captured more of Ellen’s hair in her hands. “You just have to stay stop, and it’ll be all over.”

    “O…okay,” Ellen stammered, nodding.

    “Do you want to stop?”

    Kat looked at her seriously as Ellen’s face brightened slightly. She opened her mouth to speak, but only a whimper came out as her face contorted with indecision.

    “I…” she began, staring at Kat for a long moment before squeezing her eyes shut and slowly shaking her head.

    “I like you,” Kat giggled, drawing Ellen’s hair back into one long strand. “How about we go grab a drink after this is over? What do you say to that?” With a few deft movements, the little hair tie around her wrist found itself wrapped around Ellen’s long, black hair, holding it back in a neat pony-tail.

    “I’d… like that,” Ellen said slowly, giving her new friend a weak smile. “If we can both still… sit down, that is.”

    Kat giggled loudly at this, and Ellen found her laughter very reassuring. I can do this, she thought firmly. It’s even kind of exciting!

    “I’ll see you when it’s over then!” Kat exclaimed happily. “And enjoy your cum,” she added with a wink. Planting a reassuring kiss on the restrained girls’ cheek, she straightened up and, backing away, gave M the thumbs-up to continue.

    Ellen jumped slightly as she felt him run his hand across her back, the touch of his skin against hers sending shivers up her spine. She swallowed hard as he moved down over her skirt and then slipped his hand up between her legs, his fingers quickly finding her slightly swollen clit and massaging it.

    “You’re very hairy down here, Ellen,” she heard him say, and then yelped as he tugged sharply on her pubic hair.

    “Bring the shaving kit!” he announced loudly to the crowd, and without any further ceremony took hold of her skirt and dragged it half-way up her body.

    “WHAT?!” exclaimed Ellen loudly as the crowd cheered, lifting her head sharply to stare over her shoulder at him in horror.

    She whined and tugged futilely on the restraints as he winked at her and nodded meaningfully at the rear of the stage. Turning her head, her heart leapt into her throat as a blonde girl dressed in a pretty white nurses’ outfit trotted out from behind the curtains pushing a steel trolley in front of her. As the ‘nurse’ approached, Ellen’s gaze flickered rapidly from the electric shaver to the small razor sitting next to it, and then to bottle of shaving cream sitting on a little towel and the clear bowl of warm water.

    “Please,” she begged M, struggling a little harder. “Don’t shave me there! Don’t, please!” A twinge of pleasure shot through her loins as with a slight, merciless smile, he shook his head.

    “Oh fuck,” she panted, watching as the blonde girl pushed the tray around to the front of the stage. “Oh fuck… oh fuck… OH!”

    Ellen stiffened as she felt M plunge two fingers into her dripping pussy and begin to gently move them around whilst his other hand stroked her back. It felt amazingly good, but before she could begin to enjoy it they were gone, and the buzz of the electric shaver began.

    “No, no, no,” she kept repeating rapidly, staring down underneath her body and watching him bring the device up close.

    “No, no, NO!” she squealed, as with a few quick strokes of the vibrating metal tip he removed the majority of the hair above her pussy. “No…” she moaned pitifully, staring in disbelief as with quick and practiced efficiency, he reduced all her pubic hair to mere stubble, even working his way back past her anus to clear between her buttocks.

    Ellen moaned loudly in humiliation and shut her eyes, unable to watch as bundle after little bundle of her dark curly hair fell to the floor below. Removing the last little bits, M stepped back to let the crowd have a good look at her freshly shaven privates, their cheers and applause filling her ears as she shook her head weakly and wished she could just die of shame.

    “You’re doing well, Ellen,” she heard M reassure her, and felt his hand slide down to gently rub her denuded sex. She moaned shamefully even as his touch sent tremors of pleasure up her spine, his fingers once again finding and teasing her clit and making her fight not to push her hips back at him for more.

    The pleasure abruptly turned to pain though as he gave her pussy a sharp slap with his open palm, causing her to yelp in shock. His other hand full of shaving cream, he began to slowly smear it over the stubble that remained, spreading the white, foamy substance from her pussy all the way back to the base of her spine.

    Ellen couldn’t bear to watch, keeping her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she felt the razor gliding slowly over her skin, stripping away the last remnants of her pubic hair to leave her as smooth as the day she was born. The little towel came next, warm and damp as it washed away the last spots of shaving cream left behind by the razor, and then her shaving was over as the ‘nurse’ trundled away with the trolley and M stepped aside again to let the crowd feast their eyes on her wet, hairless sex.

    “How does it feel, Ellen?” he whispered to her, crouching down at her side to gently lift her chin with his hand. “Can you feel the air blowing across you?”

    Ellen nodded feebly in reply, her face flushing bright red as she opened her eyes to look at him, blinking back her tears. He smiled proudly at her, and slid his opposite hand along her side to slip underneath her and stroke her clit once again.

    “Don’t look away from me, Ellen,” he said firmly, giving her head a little shake.

    She moaned as she looked up at him again, her eyes wide as she stared at the face of the man gently masturbating her on stage in front of a few hundred people. The humiliation of it could have been almost bearable if it didn’t feel so damn good, but restrained as she was, she had no choice but to submit to whatever he had in store for her as part of tonight’s entertainment.

    “I’m going to spank you now, Ellen, do you understand?”

    Ellen whined weakly and shook her head, pleading with him with her eyes.

    “Please… don’t hurt me too much,” she whispered, frightened by the prospect of a spanking like Kat had endured.

    M merely smiled at her though, a smile that did nothing to reassure her as he straightened and unclipped a long, rectangular leather paddle from his belt. Ellen stared in horror as, turning to the crowd, he took hold of its’ wooden handle to and swung it against his palm, making a loud slap that caused the crowd to cheer loudly. He was going to paddle her behind with that thing!

    “Oh, fuck no,” she breathed, starting to tug at her bonds and explore just how much movement she had.

    “Oh, shit,” she breathed a little more frantically as she realised there was no way she could defend her up-turned buttocks.

    “Shit, shit, shit…” she kept repeating, panting and gritting her teeth as she felt M’s bare hand start to gently stroke her soft, pink skin.

    She squealed hysterically as his hand was snatched back but the expected slap of the paddle didn’t happen straight away, and its’ eventual and sudden impact across her unprotected cheeks caught her by surprise. The crowd cheered their approval as Ellen yelped in pain, the warmth of the smack spreading outwards like a shockwave across her skin. It didn’t hurt quite as much as she expected though and foolishly she started to relax, thinking this paddling would be easier to endure than she had anticipated.

    The next couple of slaps came quickly and M laid them out evenly across her skin, working his way up her buttocks. Ellen kept her silence for these ones, quietly resolving not to make any more noises for him, but as soon as he started to slap where he’d already hit before, she realised with a sinking feeling that the pain was only just beginning.

    Clinging to her resolve for now, Ellen squeezed her hands into fists and tried not to think about the pain too much as M landed slap after slap of the leather paddle against her rapidly reddening behind. She could hear the grunts of the other girl nearby as she too was paddled, the sounds of leather against skin turning into some sort of perverted chorus… slap, slap… slap, slap… slap, slap. She felt she was doing pretty well keeping quiet through her own paddling until she twisted her head to watch the other Dom, ‘T’, swinging the paddle an awful lot harder than M was. The realisation that he was going easy on her hurt more than the paddle, and in pride she turned her head to look back at him and said: “Is that all?”

    M tilted his head and paused in mid-swing, looking almost amused by her comment.

    “Our little bondage newbie wants more,” he announced loudly, turning to the crowd. “Should I give her more?”

    A resounding ‘Yes’ reverberated through the hall, and as M turned back to face her, Ellen squirmed uneasily in her bonds at the smile on his face. Her heart pounding even faster now, she turned her head back and made eye-contact with Kat who was standing off to one side in a gap between the curtains. The young brunette stared back at her and chuckled softly, shaking her head in a way that made Ellen start to regret being so cocky.

    “You’re an interesting girl, M,” he said softly, coming up beside her.

    When Ellen didn’t reply, he took hold of her top and with a tug pulled it up, exposing her breasts. He then pulled her skirt up above her breasts as well, leaving them clearly visible to the crowd as they dangled below her body.

    “These are called nipple clamps,” he explained to Ellen, showing her the little metal devices resting on his palm as his other hand began to massage her breasts. “I’m going to place them one at a time on your little nips, Ellen.”

    Ellen moaned fearfully, staring at the metal clamps with wide eyes as his fingers rubbed her bare and increasingly erect nipples.

    “It will hurt a lot,” he told her ominously. “But don’t worry, they won’t be harmed.”

    His words frightened more than reassured her as he took the first clamp and moved it in close to her nipple. Not knowing what to expect, she whimpered quietly and tried to watch around the skirt obstructing her view.

    The pain as the clamp closed on her sensitive flesh took her breath away, and for a second she stood rigid and silent before a pained squeal erupted from her lips.

    “Take it OFF!” she screamed at him, but her howls of pain only fuelled the crowds cheering as he took the second clamp and placed it on her remaining nipple.

    “TAKE THEM OFF!” she screamed, even louder this time. “Please… PLEASE take them off!”

    M only shook his head mercilessly, and Ellen broke down and began to sob at this, wondering why she had to be stupid and ask for more pain.

    “Sorry, Ellen, but you did ask,” M said, shrugging like there was nothing he could do to ease her torment.

    “No, please no,” she sobbed weakly as he unclipped a black ball-gag from his belt. “I want to stop, I want to stop!”

    “Sorry Ellen, you can’t pull out now,” he said heartlessly, and before she could say anything else, he pushed the rubber ball into her mouth and started to buckle it tightly behind her head.

    “MMM!” she cried frantically, her eyes wide and pleading as she began to struggle.

    She turned to look towards Kat, who appeared a little surprised by this turn of events. At her distance she couldn’t hear what was being said over the noise of the crowd, but she did think it was a little dangerous to gag Ellen when she’s so new to everything.

    Twisting to look over her shoulder again, Ellen whined in horror as she watched M discard the paddle and select a long, leather strap from the items clipped to his waist. She stared as he turned to the crowd and folding it in two, pulled on either end sharply to generate a loud crack that echoed through the hall… he was going to strap her with the belt! She didn’t want to be strapped! Kat had promised her if she said stop, it would be all over!

    She barely had time to think before with a frightening hiss the strap whizzed through the air and connected with her backside, leaving an angry red mark and making Ellen convulse in agony in her bonds.

    She screamed around the gag as the shock of it flashed up her spine, a pain unlike anything she had ever felt before as her arse burned and her nipples throbbed under the bite of the clamps. Her eyes filled with real pain and fear now, she turned back to look at Kat who was now frowning in a decidedly concerned manner. She made to step forward out of the curtains and call an end to it, but before she could get clear a pair of strong, muscular hands grabbed her, one clamping over her mouth to stop her scream whilst the other dragged her off into the shadows.

    Reeling from the sudden and violent disappearance of her friend, Ellen twisted to stare back at M, her heart turning to stone as she saw him looking at the curtains as well. Then he turned back to smile down at her, a look of triumph on his face as he raised the strap and landed the next blow across Ellen’s body.

    She screamed again, throwing herself wildly against her bonds as tears sprung from her eyes and ran freely down her cheeks. It was then as the searing pain cleared her mind that she noticed the bad taste that was filling her mouth.

    The strap landed again and tore another scream from her body, but it was merely reflex as the horror of what was happening sunk into her. She ran her tongue experimentally over the gag, tasting the vile liquid that was slowly oozing from a thousand tiny holes as she bit down on the squishy rubber. She could feel the roughness of the holes as a narrow band from one side to the other, each one an opening into a reservoir filled with whatever it was she could taste.

    Desperately she tried to push the ball from her mouth and spit it out, but even as she drooled down her chin the damage had already been done. She could already feel its effects on her body now, her movements becoming sluggish as she twisted with each agonising slash of the strap, and in only a matter of seconds she realised she could no longer feel her extremities. Ellen sobbed brokenly as the numbness spread throughout her body, and in barely ten seconds she was hanging limply and the abyss of unconsciousness was looming before her.

    “I’m sorry folks,” she heard M saying distantly, aware that the strapping had ended. “It seems I pushed our darling newbie a little further than she could handle.” Ellen tried to scream at them that she had been drugged, but barely managed a gurgle in the back of her throat.

    “I’m deeply sorry for any disruption to tonight’s entertainment,” M continued, the genuineness in his voice terrifying her. “It is entirely my fault, and when our lovely volunteer wakes up, we will more than make it up to her.”

    Ellen clung to consciousness for a few more seconds as she felt them undoing her restraints, and then oblivion took her.

    Ellen’s first few moments upon awakening to utter darkness were filled with terror as she struggled against what felt like a gigantic weight pressing down on top of her. Something large was filling her mouth and making her retch, and her pussy and anus ached as they too were stretched wide, but she had to push those feelings aside as her rapidly increasing heart-rate made her skull pound with an agonising headache, the blinding pain of it stunning her into silence long enough for it to sink in that her ordeal wasn’t over.

    Her heart slowly returning to a less painful speed, Ellen tried to remain calm as she took stock of her situation. Her mouth was awash with the taste of rubber from the hard mouthpiece pressing down on her tongue, and as she tried to move her aching jaw she found her teeth were pressed into what felt like a giant mouthguard, preventing her from making any but the most basic movements. Even her tongue seemed to have a sleeve in the underside of the mouthpiece, and she quickly learned that trying to move the muscular organ around made her start retching from the large tube running right down the back of her throat.

    Her horrified moan at its invasiveness never left her chest though, her vocal cords rendered useless by the other end of the same tube buried in her windpipe. Her increasingly frantic breathing moved almost silently through the tubes, preventing even the slightest whisper from escaping.

    Ellen quickly explored the feeding tubes blocking her nose, before her focus moved downwards to the twin plugs filling her lower orifices. She trembled as she wriggled her hips as much as she could, their size frightening her as she felt them moving slightly inside. A slight burning sensation as she moved made her realise with a start she had been catheterised, the feeling bringing back memories of a hospital visit some years back and she began to fear how long they intended to leave her in this… place.

    She squirmed again as she tried to fight down the panic quickly rising in her from being trapped in the slippery, claustrophobic prison. She could feel it pressing in around her, but now that she started to move and concentrate, she realised that she was encased in what felt like slippery latex. Blinking blindly behind the soft pads pressing against her eyes, she struggled a little harder, her breath hissing through the mouthpiece as she strained inside the slightly spongy tube. They had shaved her head, she noticed, but the awfulness of it was merely lost in the sea of terror she felt as she contemplated her situation.

    Why were they doing this to her?

    What did they want?

    What had they done to Kat?

    Alone with her questions, she lay in silence and tried futilely to sob.

    Ellen must have dozed off after what seemed like hours in the dark, cramped tube, and didn’t notice as the walls pressing in around her began to ease as the air filling them was released. Her sleep ended abruptly though as the tube tilted and dumped her unceremoniously out one end and onto a padded floor in a tangle of limbs and tubing.

    Screaming silently into her mouthpiece, she flailed about in an attempt to get herself into an upright position, but before she could find which direction was up she felt hands grabbing her body and pinning her down on her back. She struggled and fought blindly as best as she could, but in only a few moments her arms were cuffed uselessly behind her and her legs securely hobbled.

    Knowing when she was beaten, Ellen gave up trying to hit her unknown assailants and allowed them to manhandle her into a sitting position on the padding beneath her. Panting as she caught her breath, she felt fingers pulling at the back of her neck, and suddenly cool air washed over her skin as they pulled on the zip sealing her into the suit. The slippery latex stretched wildly as the hood was drawn up over her very bald head, and then folded down over the front of her face as Ellen blinked her eyes in painfully bright lights from above.

    “Good morning Ellen,” said the familiar voice of M. “I hope you slept well!”

    Turning to squint in his direction, she began to tremble as she slowly made out the small rectangular room she was kneeling in, and M standing in the corner dressed in the crisp black business suit from when they had first met. She glanced briefly around the room, taking in the door to her left and the two men standing guard by it, before her focus fell on the three metallic tubes mounted along the wall behind her.

    The two closest to M were laying flat on their sides about a metre above the ground and held in the middle by a frame that made them resemble see-saws, whilst the one she had just been tipped out of from was tilted on an angle. A single thin hose and pressure gage sprouted from the top of each one to inflate the black rubber padding inside, and Ellen noticed that unlike her own, the furthest two were still inflated. Glancing down briefly at the hoses connected to her mouthpiece and up between her legs, she stared at the similar hoses emerging from within the padding on the two remaining tubes and realised it meant that they were both still occupied.

    “I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here,” M continued after giving her time to look around.

    “Well, we’re giving you a career change. From today, you are no longer… Ellen Kay and your life as a young, budding intern at… St Francis Hospital… is over,” he announced, making her shiver as he held up first her drivers licence and then her security clearance card. “Pretty cute for a nurse,” he added crassly, winking at her.

    “Anyway, from today, you start your new life working for me.” He crouched down in front of her to stare closely into her face. “Welcome to my club… slave.”

    Ellen fought not to cry as he straightened up and began to slowly walk away from her.

    “I’m sure you’re also wondering what happened to your friend, Katarina,” he remarked, causing Ellen to sit bold upright and stare at him, her eyes wide with fear as she recalled the brunette being grabbed and dragged away.

    “She’s probably regretting her decision to befriend you right about now,” he said, clicking his fingers.

    Called into action, the men standing by the door walked over to the furthest tube and with a loud hissing noise, deflated the padding. Blinking back tears, Ellen watched in silence as they tilted the tube forwards, her heart skipping a beat as a female figure clad head to toe in glistening pink latex slid out to land heavily on the padded floor.

    “You see Ellen,” M continued as they restrained the strangely placid girl in a similar way to Ellen. “Only a few members of our… inner circle are allowed to know what goes on down here. Unfortunately for Katrina, she became rather violent when she tried to aid you after our little game out on stage, and in the process… learnt a couple of things that she wasn’t supposed to know.”

    “Of course, we can’t just let her go now that she knows what she does,” M explained, walking over to stroke the head of the girl who Ellen now knew was Kat. “So we had to… amend her employment here… a promotion if you will.”

    Kat hung her head, and Ellen had to force down fresh tears as she saw her friend was sobbing silently, her heaving chest the only indication of her distress with her face otherwise smooth and expressionless.

    “Our lovely Kat has caused us a lot of trouble though,” M continued, his tone becoming darker. “We have to make her disappear, and there are people who know she works here. She also hurt several people in her foolish little crusade, and this is unacceptable. So we decided to make her new position… a little more permanent.”

    He crouched down in front of Kat and continued to stroke her head.

    “Didn’t we, Kat? Nod for me, Kat.” It took a few seconds, but eventually the girl nodded her head in agreement.

    “Yes, we did. We took your eyes, for seeing too much… we took your teeth, for biting people so savagely… we took your tongue, for the foul things you said… and we took your vocal cords, so you will never speak about what you saw.”

    Kat’s head hung lower with every word, and as he finished his list she slumped forward and began to sob brokenly face-down on the floor, her body heaving with sorrow. Ellen began to cry freely now as well, the room disappearing behind a veil of tears as their mutilation of Kat shredded any hope she had held for rescue. She wanted to believe that she was going to wake up and it would all be over, but everything felt too real for it to be a dream.

    “And since you girls like each other so much, I thought I would do the same to you, Ellen, so you can both enjoy the experience…” M paused then to watch in amusement as Ellen went wild and tried to dive for the door, quickly reaching the limits of the tubes connected to her suit which violently yanked her hobbled feet out from under her and landed her flat on the floor.

    “Don’t worry, Ellen, you’re safe,” M said soothingly as she began to sob hysterically in silence. “You’re just lucky your good friend Justin talked me out of it.”

    Ellen choked back her sobbing and raised her head from the floor, turning to stare in horror at the remaining occupied tube.

    “Oh, no Ellen, he’s not in there,” M laughed. “No… the truth is probably far worse…”

    With a tilt of his head he signalled to one of the men, who stepped over Ellen and walked over to open the door. She stared in confusion for a moment, and then in walked Justin, wearing a neatly pressed black business suit just like M.

    “Ellen, I’d like you to meet Dom J.”

    “It’s nice to see you again, Ellen,” Justin said with a smile that lacked any of his usual gentleness. “Things have changed, as you’ve noticed.”

    Ellen stared back at him without comprehending, her mind numb with shock.

    “I’ve joined the so called ‘Inner Circle’ now, and it’s all thanks to you,” he explained, seemingly happy with her. “You see, you were my ticket in; I give them a new slave, and I get membership!”

    Ellen continued to stare at him, but her vision was clouded by tears now as his betrayal sunk in like the final knife in her hope for rescue.

    “Don’t cry, Ellen, it was nothing personal,” Justin said soothingly, crouching down in front of her. “You were just the pretty girl who accepted my offer. You should be glad you’re so pretty, or I wouldn’t have stopped them from doing what they did to Kat.” He reached down and stroked her cheek gently.

    “There is one glimmer of happiness for you, though. I saw how much you liked those cage dancing girls, so I asked that you become one of them!”

    Ellen stiffened and turned to stare at Kat’s outfit, that nagging feeling in the back of her head that she looked familiar blooming into full-blown horror as she realised her friend looked exactly like one of the cage-dancers she had seen. Her heart turning cold in her chest, she stared down at her own body… the mouthpiece… the tubes… the suit… it all made sense now.

    “See, I knew you’d be happy!” crowed Justin, sounding pleased with him self.

    Nodding to the two men, he stepped back to watch as they grabbed Ellen and pulled her into a sitting position once again.

    “Anyway, that’s enough talking,” he informed her as the hood was pulled back over Ellen’s head and zipped shut, plunging her into darkness. “You’ll be taken out now to begin your training. Apparently they can electrify those plugs in your cunt and arse, so you don’t want to resist too much as they break you and turn you two into mindless dancers.”

    He paused to watch as the two faceless, sobbing girls were dragged to their feet and their hoses disconnected.

    “Actually, the breaking has already begun,” he added, almost as an afterthought “Why else would I be here, telling you all this like a villain from some b-grade movie?”

    His arms crossed, he watched and smiled as the two girls, pink and blue respectively, were escorted out of the room.

    “Enjoy your dancing lessons!”