Her New Name—Part 8
(MM/F, exhib,
alcohol, humil, nude bar, bukkake, lesbian s&m)
By SM
From
Part 7:
After she came out of subspace back to earth, she realized that the game
had gone on for a long time. She was being
lifted off of the rack, covered both inside and out with cum . . . tasting her
mouth coated with it, feeling it drying on her skin and in her hair. She wondered how much cum she’d swallowed,
and how many times they’d cum in her ass and cunt—and not knowing was a turn on
in itself. Extreme sex and she hadn’t
made any choices, except come to work and obeyed her employers, which would be
among those choices under the “acceptable” column in her family.
Later, she vaguely
remembered looking over and seeing Lisa in the same state, looking like a total
whore who’d been used quite vigorously, her hair matted with cum, and her face
glazed with it, her eyes unfocussed.
Kari realized she must look like that, too. And, Lisa seemed be very comfortable with all
of it—being strapped to a rack, used like a piece of meat, fucked in all holes,
and being the prize of a poker . . . erm . . . “Poke her”
game.
. .
. . .
So, it wasn’t long before he
erupted in her mouth, and she got the solution to her earlier problem of
wishing her mouth still tasted like cum.
And his cum also tasted like rum, the only alcoholic drink she’d had up
to now, so he . . . well, getting it directly from a cock really tasted
good! She moaned with enjoyment as she
swallowed, feeling very slutty as she did so.
“That was very good,
indeed,” Fred told her.
“Thank
you, Sir,” she said, blushing. She
paused, then asked, “Uhm . . . what do you want for breakfast, Sir?”
After
breakfast had been served, Kari had no idea what to do next, so she just sat on
a chair in the corner of the conservatory, and tried to be invisible. It didn’t work, but she did try.
Fred
and Bob had a lengthy conversation, as though they were deciding something, but
Kari was too far away to hear any of it, except for a word or two occasionally,
which didn’t make any sense. Her natural
born nosiness intruded at that point, and she wanted to hear more, so she
resolved that she’d move the chair closer the next time. She would have loved to tell everyone the
latest gossip, but the problem was that the latest scandal that she knew about
was herself, and she didn’t want that to get out . . ..
“Yeah right, . . . you’d love to be known as a total slut,” her
slutself started in . . . but she interrupted right away, knowing what was
coming, “I don’t want to hear it right now!”
“You don’t need to . . . you
already know.”
“Cheater!”
“I know, I’m very bad . . .
I have inside information . . . very bad,” her slutself laughed.
She
had just started to go closer to their table and check on refilling their
coffee, when Fred and Bob stood up and turned toward the door, although waving
at her to come along with them. She had
no idea what this was all about, but she dutifully followed them. They went to the garage, to her surprise.
“We’re
going for a ride today,” Bob said.
“Oh,
uhm . . . have a nice ride,” Kari said.
“Do you need anything from me?”
“Well,
yes . . . you’re going with us,” Fred said.
“Oh. Uhm, . . . do I need to bring anything
along with me, . . . or, with us?”
“No. Just get in,” Bob said, and he opened the back
door for her. Kari was only wearing a short
thin dress, one like Lisa had worn the night before, and she hadn’t put a bra
or panties on yet. And, to make matters
worse, her legs had nasty words written on them from the game the night before.
“Uhm
. . . can’t I get some other clothes on? . . . the
writing on my legs . . . I . . . uhm. . . . ”
“No,”
Fred cut her off. “Just get in, like Bob
told you, and hush.” He didn’t say it in
anger, just said it straight out and direct, rather softly, actually, as if
knowing he was going to be obeyed. Kari
couldn’t see any other choice but to get in the backseat of their car, so she
did.
Bob
took the wheel, and Fred got in the other side, although into the backseat
beside Kari. Bob backed out of the
garage, drove out the entrance gate, and turned left onto the regular street.
Fred
put his hand lightly on Kari’s neck.
“Pull your dress up.”
She
wasn’t sure what he meant, exactly, but she moved the hem of her dress up
toward her hips.
“No,
I mean, pull your dress up over your face,” Fred said, blandly.
Which would leave me exposed and naked, Kari thought.
“Sir?”
“Pull
your dress up over your face,” Fred said, again. “What part of that do you not understand, cumslut?”
The hand on her neck squeezed just a bit, just enough for her to
understand that she was to obey, although his voice remained very calm.
She
took a deep breath and pulled her dress up over her face. He simply took the hem, and pulled it up even
further, until, her arms were reaching upward, encased by the dress, and she
was trying to see through the fabric. He
reached into his pocket and pulled out something—a strap, it turned out--and
then used it to tie her wrists together above her head. She was effectively bound and helpless,
except for her legs.
But,
she was completely naked and exposed from the neck down. Her boobs, her thighs, her cunt, the nasty
words written on her skin, all of it was open for anyone to see. Quite calmly, he began fondling her, and
after he’d grabbed her sore boobs, bruised from the night before, pushed her
legs apart, and fingered her cunt, he started squeezing her nipples and pulling
them out very hard. Of course, she
leaned forward to try to reduce the pain in her tits, but he reached up with
his other hand and pushed her back by her bound arms. She whined, whimpered and moaned, getting
hornier by the minute.
“Sir?”
“What?”
he asked in a bland voice. She gathered
at that point that she was totally in his control, and that he really didn’t
care what she wanted, so she replied, “uhm . . . nothing.”
“Good.” She couldn’t see much through the fabric, but
she thought he reached into a side compartment and extracted something. He worked with it a bit, and began to buzz. A vibrator.
Without any comment, he simply rubbed it on her pussy lips and inserted
it into her cunt. Then she felt him put
something on her skin . . . oh, some wide tape to keep the vibrator inside her.
Her
cunt was already “awash” as it were, before that, given that she had been
riding a car with her arms confined above her head,
and naked below her neck for some time, her body with its crude announcements open
for all to see. If a passing car driver
or passenger just glanced to the side, her tits would be clearly visible, hard
and pointy, and since there was nothing about Fred’s behavior which was
alarming, she was clearly there on her own free will.
She
heard the car slow to a stop, turning as though into a parking slot.
Bob
and Fred got out, and one of them came around to the door on her side, and
opened it.
“Let’s
go in for a drink, cumslut,” Fred said, calmly, but in no uncertain terms.
Kari
panicked a bit, then she moved her legs out the open car door, praying to God
that nobody would see her totally naked and at Fred’s mercy. As soon as she stood up outside the door,
Fred reached up and untied the strap holding her arms. They fell, of course, with the dress along
with them, and Kari covered herself, actually shivering in fear. She nervously looked around and there were at
least 3 guys in the parking lot who were looking at her, with lust in their
eyes, who must have seen her naked body below the uplifted dress before they
let her drop it.
“Oh,
come on, cumslut,” Fred said loudly.
“We’re just stopping for a drink, so chill.”
Kari
took a deep breath and tried very hard to stop her shivering, but to no avail. The vibrator was buzzing away in her cunt
making it hard to walk, so she had to swing her hips in an exaggerated
way. She knew that made her walk like a
total slut, but she had no other choice.
“Ok,
let’s go in,” he said, and then leaned down by her ear. “But, if you make a scene, you’ll be punished
more than you’ve ever thought possible,” he whispered.
“Y-Y-Yes,
Sir!” she said, almost in tears, and the vibrator driving her crazy, the sensations
incredible. “I-I-I’m really trying, . . . I am .
. .it’s just very n-n-new to me, Sir. If
you g-g-g-give me a minute, I’ll be ok, p-p-please.”
“Ok,” but then he looked at his
watch. Her father used to do that, look
at his watch, and her mom would create a holy war for weeks about it, and
everyone—not just her dad, but everyone—would pay for it “10-fold,” to use the
biblical term. She’d done that same
thing with her ex-husband, but he just kept confronting her about being a
controlling bitch, and wouldn’t ever recognize that her mom’s method was
supreme.
But, this time, she had no power. She was just an employee, a maid, or, even
worse yet, a household cumslut, a whore getting paid for all the sexual
activities they wanted on demand . . . a slave to their every whim. They had all those videos of her being the
slut of all time, sucking and fucking and doing all sort of unmentionable
sexual activities, to all appearances voluntarily. No one had forced her to take this job. No one had forced her to come back the second
time, or the third, fourth, fifth, . . . times. She had known that they were going to use her
sexually, and yet, she’d gone back to work when they’d wanted her. And, no one had forced her to come here to
this bar, they’d just told her to get in the car, and she’d gotten into the
car. She couldn’t put all of this on
them.
So, she took several deep breaths and
forced herself under control, at least on the surface. They went into the bar together.
It was a nude bar. She looked around at all the lights, and
couldn’t help but hear the pulse of the music, which made her pussy tingle
since it was obviously a rhythm of sex, the rhythm of fucking. Women were dancing on the walkways in various
states of undress, writhing with the beats and sensuously thrusting their open
legs and thighs toward the men—and a few women—watching and listening.
Fred and Bob went to a table a bit
back from one of the smaller walkways, and the barmaids converged on them right
away. The two men greeted them with
teases and even an ass pinch or two—which was supposed to be illegal in San
Antonio—but they obviously knew each other, and rushed to get them the drinks
they’d ordered. A rather large man with
a ponytail, his arms covered with tattoos, came over and said, “Hey, there,
Fred, Bob, how’ya doin’,
guys? Out on the town today, are you?”
They slapped hands as old friends, and
laughed with inside jokes that Kari couldn’t hear over the loud music. Clearly, they were long-time customers of
this place.
Apparently, they had some status there
that Kari didn’t understand, so after they got their first round of drinks, all
three of them were escorted into a back room of sorts. It wasn’t a private room for just one-on-one
with a dancer, but it was clearly another level of clientele. Outside in the main room, maybe 150-160
people . . . in their room, maybe 12.
Kari looked around and there was one other woman there, and since they
were in this backroom, whatever it was, she appeared to be topless with a
nipple chain, and clearly drunk or high on something. Her nipples were pierced, so the chain was
hooked to the rings going through her nipples.
The topless barmaids served her another drink, so Kari realized that she
didn’t work there, she was one of the patrons.
When she stood up and walked away to the bathroom though, Kari had to
change her status to ‘nude wearing stiletto heels, her cunt hair trimmed, and
wiggling her ass like a whore’.
“You’re just jealous,” her
slutself said. “You’d love to be a
whore.”
“Alright, I admit it . . .
“Wow, you’re actually
agreeing with me. We need to drink on
that to celebrate, since it so rarely happens.
Order whatever you want. I’ll buy,”
her slutself said.
“You’ll buy? With what, your sarcasm?”
“Oh, hush . . . and just
drink what they give you.”
“You’re tellin’ me to hush
for once? . . . did I actually WIN this one?”
“You can win anytime. . . . you just have to admit all the slutty desires you have, and
I’ll buy all the drinks you want.”
“Now, wait . . . how can you buy drinks?” she asked her slutself.
“Just watch, chicky.”
Out of no-where, they served Kari
three very strong drinks which she hadn’t ordered, although clearly Fred or
Bob—or maybe her slutself—had ordered for her, all three of them had come in
shot glasses. The first two were called,
they said, “An Orgasm,” which Kari found rather amusing, although a bit
embarrassing, and the third was called simply “A Shooter”. The first two shots were creamy and went down
rather easily.
The
third one, “The Shooter,” was a bit more complicated. In fact, it came in 3 parts—salt, a shot
glass of very strong stuff, and a slice of lime. She’d learned about shot glasses after that
guy at the poker game had ordered a “Blowjob.”
Both
Bob and Fred told her to drink up, and after the first two, the “Orgasms,” they
showed her how to lick the salt on her hand, toss down the shot and then suck
on the lime. After stepping through the
first 2, she had no problem at all sucking the lime, in fact, at that
particular moment, the lime seemed to be the only thing in existence, and
sweeter than any candy, as she hoped that she could breathe again sometime
soon. Vaguely, she could hear them
laughing about something or someone, in the background.
She
did breathe again finally, and then felt a bit confused and dizzy. Some time went by as she felt herself go
foggy, then she asked them, “ken I haf’ a rum an’ coke?” Bob
waved at a scantily clad waitress and it wasn’t long before the rum and coke
appeared mysteriously in front of her. “Shcantily . . . clad,” she said to herself, unaware that
she was speaking aloud.
“Scantily
clad?” Bob asked.
Kari
burped, “’scuse me, yurss .
. . cantily scad, and she dosh . . . an’“ . . . it did seem
rather hard to talk, and she forgot what she was saying somewhere in there.
“You
want to be scantily clad?” Bob asked again?
“nur . . . yursh . . . nur seee dosh an’ . . .
“I
think she’s trying to say that she wants to be ‘scantily clad,’ Fred said,
mildly.
“That’s
sort of what I was getting, too, . . . well, that’s easy enough, although, she
might be a bit more naked than ‘scantily clad’ . . . oh, well, all we can do is
give it a go, and see if that’s what she meant,” Bob said blandly. And he reached over to the very drunk Kari
and pulled off her dress.
Fred
stood her up, although, she was hiccupping at the time, so he ordered another
drink for her, then she felt the floor leave her feet. She found herself on the dancer’s walkway naked,
and very drunk, bruises all over her tits, crude words written all over her
body, with a vibrator taped inside her cunt.
“Wow,
where did she get all that writing on her?
‘Cumdump whore begging for cum, apply within,’ he read. “And she got
some hot fingerprint bruises on her tits, too. Must have been some party,” a guy said.
The
other naked drunk gal said, “wellsh, I dunno, meebe shee
. . .
Fred
looked mildly at Kari and said, “I’d say so, yes, . . . wouldn’t you, Bob?” He reached out and batted one of her bruised tits
back and forth, and Kari just looked down, watching curiously.
Bob
looked at Kari, too. “Hrmmmm . . . I’d say that’s probably true, yes.”
Then
Fred said to the drunk gal, “Why don’t you lick her
cunt and see if she’s drunk?” He reached
down and pulled off the tape abruptly, a few pubic hairs coming with it, and
the vibrator fell out. Kari yelped when
the tape came off, and then went down on her knees.
“Thatsh a good ea . . . idee . . .
lick her cunt . . . shee if she’s . . . “ and she fell on her face into Kari’s crotch and started
licking. Then she turned around and slid
up on the walkway between Kari’s legs and slurred, “brin
. . . bring her down her . . . here . .
. ah’l lik . . . er lick . . . here .
. . er . . . lick her . . . cunt . . . on my . . . fash . . . face.”
“Works
for me,” Bob said, and pushed Kari a bit and made her sit down on the drunk gal’s
face. The drunk gal started licking, and
Kari started moaning and getting more and more alert from her arousal, but feeling
completely out of control. She was
vaguely aware that all the guys in the room were gathered around them, some of
them stroking their cocks. Soon, she was
humping the drunk gal’s face hard, faster and faster, until she clamped her
thighs around her face, and came like a banshee. Loudly.
The
drunk gal on the walkway had her hand between her own thighs, and was obviously
cumming, too. When Kari finished her orgasm,
with her thighs pulsing in ripples, she lay to the side with her legs open, and
the drunk gal raised up, looked around and just turned
over and started sucking Kari’s cunt lips again.
Kari
started cumming . . . and cumming . . . and cumming . . . and then everything
went black.
When she came to, she was laying
on her back, her face on the edge of the walkway and her face felt wet. She reached up with a hand, and felt around,
discovering that her face, neck and tits were covered with what felt like cum. Her hand was all sticky with it, and her
slutself kicked in and lifted her hand to her mouth making her tongue reach out
and lick it off. “A cumdump,” she
thought. “I’m a cumdump.” There was
a groan above her and a load of cum splashed on her eyelids.
Wow. Her eyelids, one of her secrets—that is, she’d
always found cum on her eyes a huge turn-on, but that had sounded so slutty
that she’d never told anyone. Her ex had
cum on her eyes a couple of times, but she’d never told him how sexy that had made
her feel. Her slutself kicked her into
an orgasm, and by reflex, she grabbed her cunt, her thighs closing around her
hand. Her hand was covered with all that
sticky cum, so as she came out of the long orgasm, she realized that she was
rubbing cum into her pussy—dumped on her by total strangers.
Or,
were they? She looked upside down through
the cum stinging her eyes at the guy jerking off on
her face, and she thought she recognized him.
He
looked like her ex-husband. At that
second, though, the guy came on her eyes again, and she couldn’t see. By the time she could get the
cum out of her eyes to look around, though, another guy stepped up to
jerk off on her, and they pushed her down again.
Eventually,
the guys let her up. They even gave her
a huge applause, cheering, and one of them handed her a towel to wipe the cum off—or at least try to. It was sticky and some of it was thick. So mostly
she just smeared it around some.
Someone handed her a drink, and she took a gulp automatically. Several of them helped her down off the
dancer’s walkway, and seated her in a chair close-by. The drunk gal was sitting a couple of chairs
down from her, her face still smeared with Kari’s drying cunt juices, looking
blankly around, obviously stoned to the gills.
But, she was smiling, so apparently she was feeling good.
They
cleaned up the cum on the walkway, and one of the dancers got up and started
stripping, her bouncing tits and hips pulsing to the beat of the music. A couple of the other dancers sat down on
either side of Kari. One of them scooted
closer in beside Kari’s chair.
“Wow, that was HOT! . . . I’ve always been too chicken to do
that.” She put her hand on Kari’s naked,
but sticky thigh, and rubbed around a bit.
Kari was still recovering, so she didn’t know what to say, so she just
took another drink. Her eyes were still
stinging and red from the cum still in them.
“How
many bukkake parties have you done?”
“Bukkake?”
Kari asked.
The
dancer just looked at her. “You mean you
don’t know? What bukkake is, I mean?”
“No,
I don’t know.”
“Well,
how many times you just laid down and a bunch of guys have come on your face.”
“Well
. . . this time . . . it’s the first time . . . uh . . .” she trailed off. That is, that she remembered—she wasn’t sure
exactly what had happened at the poker, . . . er ‘Poke
Her’ party.
“How
did you come here? Today, I mean.”
“I
. . . uhm . . . I’m a . . . clean
houses, and they just told me to get in the car, and they brought me here.”
“The
people who hired you to clean their house brought you here?”
“Well,
her husband and her dad . . . she’s away on a trip.” Kari felt very uncomfortable with all these
questions, because it made her look like a naïve girl,
a stupid girl who was easily led around to being used. She could feel her humiliation rising again.
“Well, that’s true, isn’t
it,” her slutself said.
“I’m a cunt . . . I let my
cunt think for me.”
“Tell her that.”
“What?”
“Tell her that . . . she
likes to watch other women be humiliated, because it’s like how she feels, too.”
The
dancer’s face clearly showed her arousal.
“I’m
a cunt,” Kari told her. “My cunt thinks
for me.”
“Whoa,”
she said. She looked like that had turned
her on.
“I’m
a stupid slut, a cumdump, and I get off on being humiliated. I don’t know anything about sexual
stuff. Someone else has to tell me what
to do, and do what they want to do to me.
I can’t decide anything about it.”
The
dancer swallowed. Her hand which had
been rubbing Kari’s thigh moved up and started playing with Kari’s bush. “Does that go for everyone?”
“What
do you mean?”
“I
mean, like . . . both men and women? If
a woman told you what to do?”
“Well,
yes . . . although afterwards, I need to be punished, or I feel horrible.”
“So,
if I told you what to do, would you do it?”
“Uhm
. . . I guess, . . .
but, when my . . . uhm . . . boss leaves
here, I’ll need to go, too.” She
actually almost said “when my owners leave here,” but she caught herself in
time.
“Come
with me.”
“Yes,
Ma’am.”
The
dancer walked with her and took her back to the dressing rooms. “I’m Tiffany, by the way. What’s your name?”
“Cumslut,”
she replied automatically. She
blushed. “I mean, . .
. well, my real name is Kari.
They make me call myself ‘cumslut,’ and sometimes ‘cunt.’”
She
laughed and said, “Well, I guess that’s like a stage name, although that’s so
people at the nude bar can’t trace us.
My real name is Jackie, but that doesn’t sound like a sexy name, so I
use Tiffany as my stage name . . . ‘cumslut’ and ‘cunt’ sound humiliating.”
“Yes.”
“But,
you like to be humiliated?”
“Uhm. “ Kari just blushed.
“I’d
call that a ‘yes.’”
They
had arrived at a room in the back, with a couch and several love seats. Jackie closed the door, and then turned
around and kissed her full on the lips, reaching with her tongue. Her kiss went on for a long time, and Kari’s
blush deepened.
“I
like sluts,” Jackie said, and started the kiss again, saving Kari from having
to think of something to say to that.
Jackie slipped her clothes off, and since they were for stripping, they
were easy to remove. She finally stopped
the kiss, and pushed Kari down on her knees, grabbing Kari’s hair.
“Suck
on my cunt, you nasty girl!” and pushed Kari’s face into her pussy, which was
already dripping. Her hips pumped
against Kari’s face hard. Kari had no
choice, but to suck on her wet cunt, soaking her face. At least, her blush was hidden from view.
Jackie
came rather quickly, and then she pulled Kari up and started slapping her tits,
hard. They were already bruised and
sore, but Jackie showed no mercy. Then,
slapped her face several times, saying, “Cunt! . . . Whore! . . . you’re only good for
fucking!” She pushed Kari back on the
couch, and then lifted her legs up high and spread. “Now, hold on to your legs, I’m going to beat
your fucking cunt!”
Kari
grabbed her legs, and pulled on them to hold them up, totally cowed by Jackie’s
apparent rage, which had come out of no-where.
Jackie reached into a drawer and picked up a leather belt, which may
Kari’s eyes grow wide with fear. She
folded it in half and reached out toward Kari’s cunt, measuring the distance.
“You’re
a fucking cunt!” And she swung down hard
with the belt on Kari’s cunt. The pain
was excruciating, and Kari almost let go of her legs.
“Don’t
you fucking dare let go of your legs, you fucking slut!” and swung again. Explosions went off in Kari’s brain in
response to the pain in her cunt—at that moment, it wasn’t a vagina, not even a
‘pussy’ . . . it was a cunt, clear and plain.
And Kari was a fucking cunt, a fucking slut.
The
third stroke almost made Kari pass out, but her slutself kicked in and she
came, her orgasm off the scale. It was
all she could do not to scream.
Then,
to her surprise, Jackie collapsed on the floor in front of her and began to
cry, weeping as though her heart was breaking.
Kari was breathing hard, hoping some of the pain in her cunt would subside,
so just looked at her with total incomprehension.
At
that moment, the door slammed open, and the big guy with the ponytail burst
into the room. He took one look at Kari,
and at the weeping Jackie, and then his arms dropped, which had been in attack
position. He closed the door behind
him. The belt was still in Jackie’s
hands, and Kari realized that she was still holding her legs open, exposing her
obviously bruised cunt in a very humiliating way. She slowly let her legs down, trembling.
Jackie’s
tears slowed.
“Jackie,
just what do you think you’re doing?” he asked.
“I
was just beating the badness out of her cunt, dickhead . . . what does it look
like?”
“Well,
yeah, that’s obvious. But,
why?”
“Because, I need that, too, you dipshit! I need to have my cunt beaten until it
behaves. So, if I do something bad
enough, then someone will do that. I’ve
dreamed night after night about you beating my cunt, so I hoped that if I made
you mad enough, then you would,” and she began to sob again.
The
big man looked at Kari, “Are you alright, miss?”
“uhm . . . I’m not sure,
. . . I’m not sure if I can walk, but . . . I’ll probably be ok.”
“How
did you get back here?”
“Uhm
. . . I’m . . . uhm . . . I obey orders . . . it’s really the only thing I do
well. . . . she . . . uhm, just grabbed my arm and
told me to come back here. Then she made
me . . . forced me to . . . uhm . . .
suck her . . . and, uhm . . . then she pushed me on the couch and made me open
my legs and . . . whipped me with the belt.
I’m sorry.”
He took a deep breath. “Is that what happened, Jackie?”
Jackie
just nodded, then put her face in her hands, and bowed down to the floor.
“Doesn’t
sound like you did anything wrong, Miss,” he said to Kari. “I’m sorry this happened to you. Do you need a doctor?”
“I
don’t think so,” Kari said.
“Fred
and Bob are old friends of mine. Do you
want me to go get them?”
“Give
me a few minutes, please,” Kari replied, her cunt still burning like fire. In truth, she felt like she was sore and
sticky all over.
“Of
course, let me get you a drink, ok?” He
reached into a closet and found a very nice silky robe and handed it to her.
“Ok.”
“Jackie,
you come with me. I’m not leaving you in
this room alone with her. I’m going to
tie you up in the blue room, so you won’t cause any more trouble, while I take
care of . . . miss, I’m sorry, I don’t
know your name.”
“Kari.”
“While I take care of Miss Kari. You might just get that punishment that you
want so badly, Jackie. Of course, you
might go to jail, too. We’ll see,” and
he roughly grabbed Jackie and pulled her out of the room. She looked at Kari on her way out, and Kari
saw a kind of victory in her eyes.
Kari
had a hard time even getting up to put the robe on, so she just put it around
her and laid down on the couch. A few minutes later, the big man came back
with a glass of rum and coke on a tray.
“You’re
sure you don’t need a doctor,” he asked her, as he carefully put it down beside
her.
“I
think I’ll be ok . . . but . . . I need some help getting up. My, uhm . . . thighs hurt quite a bit.”
He
very gently helped her sit up, and put the robe on the regular way. Then, carefully putting his hands under her
arms, he lifted her up until she was upright, but held her so her weight wasn’t
on the ground. Slowly, he let her down,
watching her face closely. He was very
strong, so Kari’s weight didn’t seem to even matter to him.
She
grimaced and he lifted again. “No, go on
. . . I’m just very sore.”
“I
can imagine,” he said, with the sound of real concern in his voice.
Finally,
she was able to stand, although she was very unsteady, so he held her for a
long time. In fact, she started to feel
uncomfortable with his warmth and closeness, and her cunt began to pulse. She could smell her sexual scent starting to
rise, and blushed, looking away from him.
“Uhm
. . . I think I’ll be ok now . . . you can let me go,” although part of her
wanted to hug him and ask him to fuck her, kind’a
like she’d done with the teenager, Don.
“I
take it that you find pain arousing,” he said.
“Uhm
. . . well, not all pain . . . sexual pain, yes . . . how did you know?”
“Your
uhm . . . pussy is dripping. Why don’t
you sit down for awhile? You might be
ok, but you’ve been through it. I would
feel better if I didn’t have to worry about you falling down and breaking a
bone or something.”
She
blushed, and looked down at the floor, embarrassed. The big man helped her sit back down, and to
try to cover her humiliation, she picked up the drink and took a gulp, hoping
for the numbness to come quickly.
“Are
you ready to talk with the owner of the club and Fred and Bob?”
“Uhm
. . . do I have to?”
“I’m
afraid so. They are very concerned about
you, when I told them what happened, and they want to know you’re ok. I asked them to give you the few minutes like
you asked for, so they’re waiting.”
She
sighed. “Well, ok, if I have to, . . . they can come in and talk with me. I don’t really know what to say, but they can
come in.”
“That’s
ok, . . . I’m sure you’ll be fine,” he said.
“Uhm
. . . Sir?”
“Yes?”
“I
want to thank you . . . but, I don’t know your name, either,” she said blushing
like a schoolgirl.
“Oh,
I’m sorry, how discourteous of me. My
name is Marc. . . . you don’t need to thank me, but my
name is Marc.”
“Well,
Mr. Marc,” Kari said. “You’ve been very
nice to me, so thank you, anyway.” She sounded
like a young schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher.
She
thought for a minute that he actually blushed.
He cleared his throat.
“Uhm
. . . you’re welcome. Let me go get the
owner of the club and Fred and Bob . . . his name is Alan. The owner of the club, I mean.” He went out.
All
four of them entered, Alan, Marc, Fred and Bob.
To her surprise, it was Fred who sat down by her and put a gentle hand
on her shoulder. “Are you ok?” he asked,
with real concern in his voice.
Alan
cleared his throat. “I’m very sorry all
this happened, Miss . . . Kari, I think
your name is. As he said, we really want
to know if you’re ok.”
“I
think I’m ok, thank you.”
“Marc
told us what happened, and Jackie will have to account to me for what she
did. I’m very willing to take this to
the police, if you’d like to press charges,” he said, sounding very sincere.
“Uhm
. . . no . . . I don’t want to . . . uhm . . . do that,” Kari said, feeling
responsible and exposed again. She’d
told Jackie all that about being a cunt, and all that. She could just imagine how that would come
out in a court case. “No . . . uhm. . . .”
“Ok,
if you’re sure, then we won’t go that route.
But, Jackie will be punished, make no mistake. You can have a say in that, if you want to,”
he said.
“Uhm
. . . no . . . that’s ok,” she said.
“And
Marc said that you don’t want to see a doctor . . . are you absolutely sure
about that?”
“Yes
. . . I mean . . . no, I don’t need a doctor.
I’m just very sore, that’s all.”
“Fred and Bob? Are you ok with all of this?”
“Yes, . . . let’s just
take her home, and we’ll take care of her.
If it turns out later that she needs a doctor, then we’ll take her in.”
“Ok,
then. But, anytime you’re here, Miss
Kari, all your drinks or food is on the house, ok? Just show this card to the waitresses, and
they will give you anything you want, any time.”
“Uhm
. . . thank you, Sir,” she said.
“You can cum . . . er, come here on your own, then, and be a total slut, maybe
even dance nude,” her slutself.
“I can’t dance,” Kari said,
remembering that being such a taboo in her family that she hadn’t even gone to the
prom, although dancing nude sounded very sexy and exciting.
“Some of these strippers can’t
dance, either, but they can swing around a pole, show off their tits, ass and
cunt, anyway. Besides, you can get all
the drinks you want, and pretty much anything here, after what happened. Don’t even try to tell me that you haven’t
thought of it. Like Marc fucking you.”
Kari blushed all over her
body—even her boobs turned red, bruised though they were. She couldn’t think of a single thing to say
to that.