TABLE DANCER - THE CONTINUING ADVENTURES OF NATALIE

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

This story is a creation of my fevered imagination and is a work of totally fiction. No one should ever be allowed to neither mentally nor physically treat a little girl this way. No matter how much of a little miscreant female she may be.

Ouch!

A swat on her backside started the little girl kneeling with her fellows around a chrome bowl.

“The patron at table four requested you dance for him again.” The man currently in charge of her life ordered Girl. "Move your ass, before I have to use my whip, on your backside, again."

Last week a thorough and very painful body flogging had been Girls "Welcome to your new home, greeting.”

He had used a softy leather flogger that had not left any permanent marks on her lithe little body thrashing about, her voice screaming as she hung by her wrists from a chain in the center of the cafe's dance floor.

A select few patrons, who had paid handsomely for the privilege, had been sitting at the small bistro tables set around the dance floor, watching her flogging. Their hands exploring the body, of the nude little girl sitting on their laps.

Girl, knowing the first sign of disobedience, or lack of skill performing her tasks. Would swiftly earn her another. In the past week two of her fellows had been hung up and flogged. For either disobedience of a customers instructions, or a poor performance carrying them out.

Reluctantly, girl stood, walking out of the alcohol lockup room they also stored their staff in. Wistfully looking back on her fellows as they were wolfing down her share of their only meal of the day.

Lately there had been very little improvement in her lifestyle.

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After the Afghan affair, where her master had been overwhelmed and badly beaten up, by the orders of the man the White Ghost had been hired to kill. The contract had been carried out to its successful conclusion. But girl’s body had been sorely abused while she attempted to get close to the target. For months afterwards, sitting normally was impossible unless she used a padded ring under her and it took weeks for her sphincter muscles to completely heal. Raole could barely walk and had only blurry vision out of one eye. Fortunately he had no broken bones, but his body was one big bruise.

Nevertheless she got them out of Afghanistan without too much trouble or expense, first to Morocco, where she left him in a French run hospital to recuperate. While Girl traveled back to the Pakistan Afghanistan border region. In order to plant a bomb in the house a man was currently bolted up in, who had outlived his usefulness, except as a martyr to the cause.

This story will be called "Little Mouse in the Middle."

Afterwards Raole rewarded her with a visit her homeland. Where she was allowed to deal with the second one of the men, who had massacred her family.

"Automatically Returning the Favor."

Then came outdoor survival training in the endless forests of Russia and the mountains of Spain. After months of intensive in the field training in each location. He had dumped her in the middle of nowhere without anything and told her to make he own way to safety, over fifty miles away.

She had, and he rewarded her with another assignment in Italy. "Etruscan Tomb"

Later that year, they had traveled by freighter through the Suez Canal, down the Red sea and into the Far East. Girl taking the opportunity to practice her linguistic skills, on the varied nationalities of the crew.

But Raole had brought an extensive collection of weapons with him. Every day she was not allowed anything to eat but a little water, except his sperm of course. Until she could successfully field strip and reassemble that day’s weapon.

While blindfolded.

Passing through the straits of Hormuse, their freighter was attacked and boarded by pirates in the middle of the night.

Girl had been taking the opportunity to sleep in a hammock up on the deck near the bow. As her master and the ships female captain renewed old acquaintances.

A fast asleep Girl overwhelmed and captured as the pirates swarmed overboard.

After which Girl got to practice her other kills as the pirates who discovering their targets crew apparently far too well armed to loose the ship to a middle of the night boarding action. Took her back over board with them as a prize, when they retreated to their motorized Dow.

{The next morning the freighter came back to the ambush area following the signal of a locator beacon. To find the dow anchored in a cove and Girl sunning herself nude on the deck, and the pirate crew, no where in site. }

But “Pirate Party Favor” is another tale.

They disembarked into the city state of Singapore. Her master setting himself up in an outpatient’s villa complex, complete with in-house therapy and nursing to assist in recovery. His personal nurse's body displaying all the fully developed adult feminine attributes Girls body had yet to barely even attempt.

Girl he rented out to a man who ran a bath house as he was looking to add a French girl to his staff. Actually it was in order to be in place for their current contract.

The target was a Japanese Yakima or Mafia warlord, who moved constantly from place to place for his security. He was known to frequent this particular establishment, when he was in Singapore. And was expected to arrive anytime over the next few weeks.

Singapore, The Gentlemen’s Club

The establishment was comprised of public and private areas comprising steam baths, bathing pools of different temperatures, massage rooms, whirlpools, change rooms and a cafe with entertainment.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Except it was perched on the top of the cities tallest combination office, condominium tower. And besides the adult staff had twenty little pre and early teen girls as poolside dolphins or table dancer pets for rent.

In fanatically puritan Singapore the girls were still virgins and not required to engage in vaginal sex. But there are other ways a man can entertain himself with a nimble young female, whether she is willing or not. As Girl was about to find out, first hand.

It was going to be a touchy feely kind of a day.

Girl walked out of the storage room and down the rear service corridor towards the cafe. This plain concrete block area ran down the center spine of the establishment. Allowing the staff to move efficiently and quietly from each of the rooms and areas without venturing into the encircling public corridors.

As she neared the faux French cafe, Girl heard the local rock band trying and failing as usual to rise above their mediocre musical skills. Only Haza the singer had real talent and she heard him doing a passable imitation of Keith Moon. Her master continuously played music from his era. Subsequently Girls knowledge of current music trends and stars was very limited. But any music from the fifties to the eighties she knew by heart.

Just outside the door leading behind the cafe’s bar. Girl stopped to pick up a little wooden stepped platform to dance on.

“Earning your keep tonight, new girl.” The tall muscular bartender noted as she walked past. Norm was a safe mentor to the girls as he had worked for the owner of the spa in its previous manifestations and preferred the accompaniment of fellow males.

Table four was occupied by a single corpulent oriental gentleman who had requested Girls presence three times already this evening. At one hundred American per five minute dance. He was certainly a wealthy one.

“Up on the table this time, my little frenchie.” He instructed. The tables were only tiny bistro style with a single central leg and Girl knew it would take quite a bit of balancing effort to stay on top while gyrating to the music’s beat.

Girls outfit consisted of a silk semi transparent adult males Philippines style embroidered short sleeved dress shirt. Only the button across her almost flat chest was done up.

Girl used the dance box to climb up on top of the table and while she waited for the next song. Taking the opportunity to check out this patron, who was obviously enamored with her just beginning to blossoming into womanhood form.

The song was a Salsa piece she was unfamiliar with. But it had a good Latin rhythm and she wiggled her trim tanned all over body to its beat. The limited size of the table kept her feet close, but she could twirl around, sending the lead weighted lower edges of her shirt flaring out, if she was careful with her footing.

The man in the white summer weight suit clapped his hands softly to the beat of the song as she danced.

“They will continue to play until I order them to stop.” He softly informed Girl. “As I want to interrogate the one I have rented to be my bath house dolphin.”

“How old are you.” Came first.

“Eleven.” Girl replied as she whirled in front of him.

“Where were you born?” Came next.

“Marseillle, France.” She answered as she beeped and bopped.

“And how did you end up here?” He continued.

“I was rented out by my stepfather while he recuperates from a bad car accident.” She informed the one paying for her time. “You’re still a virgin?” Now that was one she did not expect.

“It is a requirement of employment.” A response that appeared to please him.

She danced on as his eyes swept over her lithe sweating form. She saw his large strong hands flex and move as if caressing her body. If he wished to have her sit on his lap, while his hands explored her body. That was a thousand US per half hour.

Newby table dancer Girl was very well acquainted with that aspect of her current employment.

The clubs owner had charged double for patrons wishing to inflict further pain on her just whipped little preteen form. As she squirmed on their laps, terrified to resist while their hands explored her recently flogged body. Tears streaming as their touch was adding to the pains emanating from the strokes of his whip. Both knowing if she resisted or fled, would swiftly earn herself another.

“I’ll bet you never expected to continue your education in humanities this far from home, Frenchie.” Her current client softly informed her. “And I intend on instructing you in the techniques required to please a Japanese male of my stature.”

He probably played this game with other of the establishments little dancers. But none were as proficient as girl with their bodies and soon either missed a step, slipped on the polished hardwood surface of the table or dropped from exhaustion.

But Girl danced on and on as the man’s face showed first consternation, then surprise followed by annoyance. Norm brought him three refills for his drink as she danced and he asked her questions about her past.

Suddenly he stood as his left hand made a horizontal sweep across the tables surface. Obviously trying to knock Girls feet right from under her. But she somersaulted backwards, landing on her feet on the floor. A few seconds silence, then the rest of the patrons clapping came to Girls ears.

They were obviously as tired of the fat Japanese man's antics as Girl was.

The man glared at the dancer as he clapped his hands loudly. Girl bowed low, stepping backwards out of his reach, keeping her eyes on him. Just as she turned to walk off, adult females in full Japanese Geisha attire came at her from different directions.

Girl moved towards one not in line with the exit doorway behind the bar as the gap between her and the others was shorter. The Geisha attempted to grab her around the waist, but Girl leapt straight up, onto her shoulder blades and when the adult woman straighten up, used the momentum to launch her somersaulting over the patrons sitting between her and the bar.

“Nice display of gymnastics.” Norm said as she slipped out the exit.

“When I was ten, I spent the summer months traveling with a Russian circus.” Girl informed him.” And learned how to tumble and perform on the high wire.”

“I knew there was more to you than some lost street waif, like the rest.” Norm noted.” That fat one talked to you in five languages while I brought him his drinks as you danced on and on.”

“I have had to earn my keep since I was eight years old.” Girl informed him the truth “And took the opportunity to learn the language, of many in exactly the same fix.”

“Take a quick shower and change into your one piece bathing suit.” The spa’s manager ordered as Girl returned to the storeroom.

“You’re rented out for the night as a dolphin in the Japanese bath.” He added.

“That fat Jap tried to knock me off the table as I danced.” Girl complained.

“He is a rich and powerful Japanese gangster, girl.” He informed her. “I suggest you just do whatever he wants to survive the night in one piece.”

“What if he tries to rape me?” Girl asked with a very worried tone.

“The one who owns this establishment is far more powerful and dangerous than he is.” He said. “And as that one is fully aware, will exact a very painful retribution on anyone stupid enough to deflower one of the house girls.”

Poolside Lolita Dolphin

An hour later, Girl walked back down the concrete block lined service passageway in a tight black one piece Japanese schoolgirl bathing suit.

“If this bathing suit was even half a size smaller.” Girl thought to herself as she struggled to pull it on. “It would deflower me.”

Girl shoved her fingers inside the elastic bands sown along the edges of the swimsuit. Where it ran in between her muscular legs in order to position her quim in its center, or the elastic would dig itself painfully into her sex lips.

Whatever small amount of tit development girl had was openly obvious in this stretchy fabric outfit. Her sex mound prominently displayed in the resulting “Camel Toe” up between her legs.

But on the other hand, it added a level of protection. As there was no room for adult males fingers to explore any forbidden places. And the suit was as difficult to remove as it was to put on.

Entering the Japanese bath, girl spotted the one who had rented her sitting in the steam bath corner with only a large white towel draped over his lap. Nude he was even more imposing than clothed. Middle aged with a wrestler’s physique gradually loosing its edge to middle age. But up close and within easy reach he would still be a very formidable opponent.

He dipped a wooden ladle into a wooden pail beside his feet and poured water over the hot stones set in a metal mesh basket.

The resulting steam quickly obscured anyone’s view of the room. A few minutes later, as the level of the steam subsided. The corpulent Japanese gangster discovered a little dark haired female in a Japanese schoolgirls black bathing suit kneeling down between his outstretched feet.

"You move as silently as a ninja." He opened with. "Are your oral skills as well developed my little rented Lolita dolphin?"

Girl reached forward, her hands lifting up his phallus with her left hand. Softly blowing on its tip as her right hands fingers caressed his scrotum sacks. She was rewarded with a stiffening cock which swiftly grew to average size and length.

"A majestic phallus awaiting your expertise." He instructed.” Many of my countries females have attempted and failed to successfully envelope it with their feminine sheath."

"Only in your mind." The underage girl administering to the male organ in question, thought to herself."Nothing spectacular developing here, except in his mind."

Up close, girl knew there was no way she could take anything more than its head inside her preteen mouth. But she would still have to pleasure him, or face yet another flogging. All the while knowing he was quite aware of the clubs harsh reprisals for a poor performance. He had been, one of the patrons, sitting in the cafe when she had been whipped.

Steam bellowed up around the young girl as she strove to raise the level of his pleasure to the point of ejaculation. Girl employed every caress and movement of her lips and tong. Learned from years of performing felletio on her master. Resurrected from memory and applied to the maleness of her current challenge.

Finally as her aching jaw muscles began to quiver. He released his great flood. Withdrawing his phallus from between her lips as he stood up, splattering her face and hair with semen.

Reaching down he picked her little body up with no more effort than picking up a towel. As he walked towards the Japanese bath.

"Come soap me up, little dolphin." He instructed as he stepped down, into the water.

The wooden walled round sunken bath used heated water, cascading down rocks into the pool on one side. With a similar arrangement cascading cold water directly opposite.

A bather chose the temperature of the water they wished to be immersed in. By positioning themselves where the mix of the incoming water achieved the temperature that was most comfortable to them.

Her current renter let go of her as they entered the water. Proceeding to dunk him self entirely before reappearing in front of her. Girl had acquired a great bar of soap and a natural sponge from its holder on the baths poolside. As he surfaced she began to soap up his nearest arm. Working her way up and over his left, across his great shoulders, and then down the length of his right arm. He then moved to a shallower area and Girl soaped up first the great expense of his back. Then moved around his great bulk, to his massive chest.

As she concentrated on soaping up, his massive pectorals. Girl felt his hands exploring her hips.

While she rinsed him off with the sponge. One hand moved to grip her left bum cheek, while the other slipped in-between her legs, as its forefinger caressed her sex.

She tried to back away, but knew he had her. And by the look on his face, so did he.

Girl squealed as one massive finger pushed up into her bum hole as another probed her vaginal opening. But the elastic material of the bathing suit would only stretch so far. And even his great strength was thwarted by its designed resilience.

He then picked her up right out of the water with one hand gripping her right armpit. While another on her loins. Turning her upside down, flipped her over and brought Girls bum cheeks right up to his mouth. The much larger male easily ignoring the frantic struggles, of the tiny girl, imprisoned in his iron grip.

Girl yelped as she felt his teeth dig into the material of her suit covering her ass. He then shoved her body away from him. His teeth tearing a hole in her garment right between her legs.

Girl felt the water of the bath dampening her loins as he set his rented dolphin down in front of him.

“Now we can really have a little fun.” He announced as he moved closer. The girl attempted to get beyond his reach by climbing out of the bath. But his great hands gripped her by her feet as she scrambled out. Picked her up and easily hung her little black clad form upside down in front of him.

“Still a virgin up both lower egress points?” The powerful male inquired as he flipped her over in his hands, like an auction purchaser examining his acquisition.

Girl had never felt so helpless in her life. Her skills and strength no match for his this close.

One massive right hand, was gripping her left shoulder from under her arm. While his right hands great thumb probed her anal passage. Girl screamed as her still sore from previous abuse sphincter muscle sent waves of pain into her consciousness.

Letting go her shoulder, he lifted her up right out of the water. His iron finger digging into the cheeks of her ass to keep her balanced on his thumb.

Ignoring her cries of pain as eaily as he held her impalled strugling form..Smiling as he kissed her tear streaked face.

"Save your tears, as I have just begun." He warned his plaything.

Her assailant again gripped her arm and then as he moved towards the edge of the bath. Rotatted her body to face away from him. The little girl squirmed as he positioned her bodies trunk face down on the wooden slats of the baths perimeter walkway. Holding her down with one masive left hand while his other guided his phallus up and into her anal passage with one great thrust.

Girl screamed as his cock drove inside. Her limbs thrashing around as he pumped his maleness in and out.

She was delirious from the pain when he finally discharged his seamen into her. The small body of the undraged female left lying quivering in a fetal ball when he was through with her.

The abused little girls body was still firing waves of pain from her anal passage into her brain as she felt him pick her up again. She must have fainted dead away from the shock and pain brought on by the initial assault as his cock was clearly rising to yet again assert his bodies dominance over hers.

This time holding her up by her right arm before him, face forward. His massive form pinioning her diminutive one up against the side of the bath.

"Now we will see if your vaginal passage is as experienced at receiving a phallus as your anal passage obviously was." The larger stronger male informed the poor helpless young female in his power.

Concentrating on holing her still with one hand while guiding his cock towards her vaginal orifice. He did not notice the flash of anger come across his victims face.

"No you don't." She exclaimed, as the heal of her left hand dove up and into his nose. Attempting to drive the nasal bone up and into his brain.

He cried out, instinctively throwing her away from him towards the baths far wall. Girl landed like a cat, on her feet alongside the great plasma television on its pedestal, right beside the pool. But still the momentum of his cast, bounced her off the wall. Causing her to hastily scramble backwards to prevent from falling back into the pool.

The young girl looked out at her death coming towards her through the pools water like a great killer whale closing in on a helpless sea otter. The Japanese gangster ignored the streams of blood pouring out of his nose. His mind set on crushing with his own bare hands the little girl who had dared to strike him.

"I am going to break both your arms and legs before I break your neck." He threatened the trembling little girl as he watched her try to hide behind the large TV set.

As he approached the edge of the pool, directly in front of the television set. The enraged male watched as it began to topple forwards into the bath. Easily avoiding, her pathetic attempt, to push it over on him. Knowing its power supply would be instantly cut off by the ground fault censor when it hit the water. His mind concentration on how long it will take for her broken body to die hung by her shattered limbs on a meat hook in his living room.

A Jump Into The Great Unknown

It would not take very long before someone came looking for her latest kill.

The fat mans body floated on the surface of the Japanese style bathing pool as a dead whale does in the ocean. The plasma TV she had dumped in to electrocute him still buzzing at the bottom. Normally the ground fault interrupter guarded outlet it had been wired into should have prevented that. But the tiny assasin had rewired it beforehand.

Girl stripped off the remnants of her torn Japanese schoolgirls black bathing suit. Here nearly dislocated left arm sorely taxed. Another kill and another sore ass, girl thought to herself. It is a good thing she never threw away that donut shaped pillow.

Girl slipped quietly out of the Japanese bath house and padding down the bare concrete block corridor to the rear door of the storeroom they kept the little girl staff in.

Easily picking the lock, she eased. Then gingerly moved through the small shapes fast asleep on their bedrolls as she wished she too was. Pulling a bundle out from behind a box full of wine bottles. Her sorely abused little form wincing as an adult sized flat black T shirt slid over it. Next came the small midnight black backpack with the X shaped harness.

Girl then retreated back the way she had come. Still carrying her torn bathing suit as it contained enough DNA evidence to start an international file on a suspected killer. All that was left was for her to slip away as silently and as unnoticed as possible.

“Frenchie?” Norm, the bar tender inquired from the direction of the Japanese bath. “What did you do to the Japanese man?”

“He tried to rape me.” Girl replied. But she continued to back away from him down the interior corridor.

“You killed him for it?” He asked as he advanced on her.

“He threw me at the TV when I fought back.” She said. “I bounced off the big screen and it fell into the bath.”

“Come with me, girl.” He said, flashing an Interpol police badge. ”And we will get to the bottom of his death.”

“No.” Girl replied and turned to run. “I am a little nobody who no one will believe.”. “Stop, or I will shoot.” He ordered as she sprinted for the stairwell door and up it towards the roof. A shot echoed in the bare vertical concrete box of the stairwell. Just as the steel fire door swung back in place after he went through it

He chased her up the bare steel steps all the way up to the roof. An adult male with a pistol, stalking an almost nude little girl on a flat roof, two hundred and fifty stories up in the air.

Dodging around air vents and cooling towers, the gun man gradually herded the girl he was hunting towards the edge of the roof. Always keeping himself and his gun, between her, and the stairwell.

Finally he had her with her back to the edge in a corner with no where to go.

“Its over girl.” He informed her. “Come here and I will take you into custody.”

“No.” His quarry defiantly replied.

“You have no where else to run.” He triumphantly informed his catch.

“Yes I do.” She informed him, and somersaulted backwards off the roof.

Rushing to the edge, Norm looked over at the harbor far below. Hitting the water, if her jump had taken her out that far from the building. Or the promenade, that ran between the building and the harbor, if she had not. From this height was probably equally fatal.

He knew it was not even worth looking for her little body.