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She and Jacques danced to the pounding music, and then he led her into a
corner where Marie and another woman sat at a small table. It was dark,
but even so Danny could easily make out the glistening silver dress
Marie wore and her bright blue eyes as she looked up at them.
Jacques had his arm around Danny's waist as he turned her to face the table.
"Marie, this is my whore," he said.
Marie smiled. She was older, perhaps thirty, and Danny felt awkward and
uncertain, blushing at Jacques' words.
"Good evening, Whore," Marie said, using the word as a name.
The other woman giggled slightly
"Good evening," Danny said, fumbling the words only slightly.
"Open your dress. Show Marie your body," Jacques ordered.
The sudden electrical tension caught at Danny's throat and chest, and
she hesitated, her eyes rolling wildly left and right, caught between
her fear of public exposure, her embarrassment, and her desperation not
to upset Jacques, whose fingers were already tightening against her hip.
She was wearing a tight green dress which buttoned up the front. Her
fingers went quickly to the top button and unfastened it, then worked
their way down, her anxiety and tension rising with every button which
fell away. Her fingers began to fumble, yet she was almost done. And
then she was done, and she gripped the edges to keep her fingers from
trembling, pulling the dress open, blocking the view of anyone not
directly before her.
Of course, that exposed her nude body to Marie and the woman beside her,
but that was not so very terrible.
"She has nice breasts," Marie said negligently, as if people exposed
themselves to her all the time.
And then her hand slid between Danny's legs, caressing her inner thigh
and rising up to rub against her sex.
"You need to do a better job of shaving, my dear," she said with an acid
smile. "I can feel a little stubble here and there."
Her finger rubbed pushed at her clitoral hood, exposing the small pink
bud beneath.
"You should get her lasered, Jacques, and pierced, as well."
"Yes," Jacques said. "I should."
Danny gasped as Marie slipped a finger into her hole, pushing it up
inside her. Her head twisted quickly from left to right, anxiously
checking for those who might be observing.
"She's a shy one."
"I'm sure we can cure that," Jacques said.
They did not ask her, did not consult her. They did not speak to her,
but to each other as they led her from the club, speaking of her nipples
being pierced, of her clitoral hood being pierced. Danny knew there were
places, small, grotty places, she had always imagined, where one got
peircings and tattoos and such. She imagined herself baring her breasts
to a fierce, bearded, balding man, a biker type with tattoos running up
and down his arms as he fingered her nipples, and a hot rush of heat
swept through her loins.
But, as she learned, they were not speaking of a future event, of
something she ought to do, but of something they intended to do - now,
that night, and not in any small shop either. They drove to the river,
to where old warehouses had turned into expensive lofts, and on a pitch
dark street they found a dull gray brick building with an old fashioned
cage lift which brought them up to a bare wooden door.
The man inside was not tough and bearded, but small, thin and balding,
with small round spectacles and a way of nervously licking his lips. Yet
he led the three of them inside and to a rounded room which had her
insides quivering.
The floor was cold, gleaming black, like marble. In the centre was a
round pedestal of the same material, and sitting on it was a bench
padded with black leather.
"Take off your clothes, slut," Jacques ordered.
And in front of them, she dared not refuse, for he would be angry and
punish her badly, and yet in front of them she felt awkward and
inferior, very young, and very low, and she badly wanted not to take off
her clothes. Yet with their eyes upon her she had no choice and did so,
blushing hotly as she exposed herself to Marie and the other unnamed people.
"Lay back on the bench, slut," Marie ordered in a cool, amused voice.
Danny felt herself flare with anger and resentment, yet did as she was
directed, turning, laying back along the bench, which was steeply
slanted so that she almost slid off onto the floor. Yet the small man
took her wrists and pulled her arms up above her head, then across the
top of the bench and down beneath, and there she felt leather straps
going around her wrists to lock them in place. And such was the pressure
that her shoulders were forced back, her back bowing, and her legs
spreading as if to balance herself.
The man moved quickly forward, and she felt his hands on her left leg,
drawing it wider apart. He pulled on a brace which slid straight out
from the underside of the bench, and pressed her left leg back along it.
Her lower body rolled to the left and she gasped as straps tightened
around her ankle, then just above her knees, then just below her thigh.
Then he moved to the other side of the bench, drawing out a similar
brace and gripped her right leg, rolling her lower body back towards the
right.
"Ow!" she called as he tried to push her leg back. "Jacques!"
Her left leg was pinned flat almost straight out to her left at a ninety
degree angle. Now he was trying to force her right out in the same way.
His fingers dug into her thigh, jabbing, massaging, rubbing briskly as
he forced her leg down. He forced it down hard, so that the tendons in
her thighs ached and burned, then lifted it back again to ease the strain.
"Just shove it down, Jeremy," Marie said in a tired voice.
"I know the human body, Marie," he said, his voice light and piping, but
very confident. "Do you want your slut damaged?"
They were referring to her as though she were a thing, or a pet. None
had spoken to her since the club, and Danny felt resentment and heat
twisting within her, confused about what she wanted, about what she
would allow, about what she ought to do, or whether there were lines she
ought to draw.
Again and again he pushed her leg back so that the tendons and muscles
in her groin ached and burned and strained, then lifted her leg back up,
massaging her groin.
And it was a wonder, she thought, that she found no resentment or
embarrassment as his fingers rubbed at her thigh directly below her
pussy, the backs of his fingers sometimes actually stroking lightly
across her mons as he worked on her groin.
Each time he pushed her leg down a little further. And then she felt the
brace against the side of her leg and groaned, her tendons burning,
straining, aching. Yet he pulled the strap across her ankle and bound it
tightly to hold her leg in place. Then another strap went around her leg
just above the knee, and she gasped at the added pressure. And then the
final strap, just below her groin, and she cried out as her leg went flat.
Her legs were straight out to either side of her body, bound immoveable
to the bench, and the four of them looked down at her as she gulped in
air, breathing in shaky little pants, her body throbbing with pain and
arousal.
"This is not something done in a few minutes, you know," Jeremy said.
"That's all right. We can amuse ourselves," Marie said.
She reached down and stripped her dress up and off. Beneath, she wore a
G-string, which quickly disappeared. Then she stepped onto the pedestal
and threw a leg across the bench, moving herself over Danny's head.
"Show us what you can do, slut," she said, smiling down at her as she
brought her sex down against Danny's mouth.
Danny burned with resentment and embarrassment, knowing the others were
watching. Yet she knew Jacques would be angry if she did other than what
Nicole had taught her, and so she pushed her tongue out and licked along
the woman's unshaven sex, pushing her tongue between her pussy lips and
sliding it up and down the length of her slit.
There was movement, more sensed and heard than seen, to the sides and
further down, and she felt fingers at her sex. Then she felt a burning
sensation, and saw a strange pulsing light reflecting off the marbled
walls.
"Your slut needs to train her tongue better, Jacques," she said over her
shoulder.
"I will see she does so," Jacques said.
Danny felt a sense of anger towards the woman, and frustration. She had
been doing the exercises Nicole had shown her, and her tongue could
certainly push out further than it would once have. And she did not like
women anyway!
Yet she understood that men liked to see girls doing it together, so she
would endure it - for Jacques.
Her groin was growing warmer, and not in a nice way, though she still
tingled with excitement. Whatever was being done to her made the skin of
her groin feel hot and raw. Yet she had little time to concentrate as
Marie began to grind her sex back and forth across her face, whispering
in excited French as her moist pussy cream was smeared into Danny's skin.
Then she collapsed, gasping, virtually sitting on Danny's face, her
groin and buttocks squashing the slender blonde down against the leather
seat. But there was no praise or thanks from her. "She will have to
improve," she said as she drew her leg up and over, dismounting, in
effect. "You are far too gentle with her."
Before Danny could speak, or consider what to say, the other woman
straddled her face, and then settled her own sex down against her mouth.
Danny wanted to protest, but knew she could not, and began licking as
the other girl looked down at her, her eyes full of smug contempt which
made Danny feel small and pathetic.
Yet all she could do was lick, pressing her tongue up, straining it to
drive it deep into he girl's moist hole, trying to slide her lips over
the girl's clitoris to suckle and massage it as fingers probed at her
own pussy and something warm and metallic moved back and forth over her
groin.
And then the fingers became more intrusive, less clinical, caressing her
pubic lips, slipping between to run along the inside. She felt her lips
spread wide, and a cool, liquid touch running along the bottom of her
slit. And then, without notice - pain. It was sharp, intense. She
screamed, or started to, and the girl riding her face jammed her sex
down against her mouth, effectively gagging her. Danny could hear the
girl giggling, laughing in amusement as she held her pussy down hard.
Another pain, just as sharp and intense, and again she screamed, her
body straining, twisting, bucking as best she could against the straps.
But while she could twist and arch her back somewhat her lower body was
held too tightly, the straps positioned right up along her legs to her
groin making it hard to do
more than strain against them.
The pain faded quickly, but left her with a terrible afterglow, a memory
of a searing ache which made her shudder. And her pussy continued to
throb with pain, though not nearly as much as it had.
"Keep licking, slut," the girl said, pulling on her hair.
Danny began to lick, even as she felt fingers probing at her sex, felt
something metallic against her sex lips. The fingers slid higher,
pushing aside the hood over her clitoris, and then again she felt a
sharp pain, even worse than before. Her hips bucked and shook as she
tried to tear herself free of it, but the girl jammed her pussy into her
mouth again and Danny could do little as the pain began to fade.
Her heart was pounding, however, and her body was abruptly clammy, sweat
beading out as she whimpered and moaned in fear of further pain. She
felt fingers at her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples, and knew
then that what she had felt was her body being pierced. That eased her
fear somewhat, but then she knew that she would feel the pain again, for
Jacques and Marie had spoken of having her nipples pierced as well as
her puss.
But then she felt fingers at her belly, and another sharp pain there,
and gasped, writhing, bucking, knowing they had pierced her there, too,
and wondering where else they would hole.
"Let me do it," she heard Marie say.
"Hold the nipple like this," she heard Jeremy say. "Then stab the needle
through here."
Tension caught at her mind, and only a sharp pull at her hair from the
girl straddling her got her to begin licking once more. But she was
paying little attention to what she was doing, waiting for the pain to
come again. She felt fingers digging into her breasts, pressing into the
soft skin behind her nipple. Then the piercing pain came once more and
she sobbed into the girl's pussy as her nipple was set afire.
And then again, and finally it was done, and she gasped as the girl
above rubbed herself against her face, masturbating with her face rather
than waiting for her to resume her focus and tongue her to orgasm. The
girl's moist sex jammed into her mouth and nose as she ground and rubbed
herself to her come.
And then, finally, she slid off, letting Danny raise her weary head and
gaze down the length of her body. No one was talking to her, yet Jeremy
spoke to Jacques as he fingered her pierced nipples and the two gold
rings he had slipped through them.
"They'll be sore for a time and must - ."
"I don't care," Jacques said as he ran a hand over her sex.
"The lower rings - ."
'How soon can I attach a leash to it?" Jacques asked, curling a finger
through the ring in her groin and tugging.
"Not for some days at least," Jeremy replied. "And you should take care
during intercourse until they have healed so that - ."
Jacques hand brushed the smaller man aside as he stepped forward. Danny
looked down along her body, noting her heaving chest as he unzipped. She
would have said he was between her legs, but with her legs split so wide
that was simply not the case. She moaned softly, her groin aching, her
nipples burning, sweat glistening across her skin as he took out his
cock and rubbed the head up and down along her slit.
Danny could feel it brushing against two sore spots, one at the top and
one at the bottom of her sex, against metal there, rings, and then he
pushed himself into her, and she blushed as the others all watched,
letting her head fall back, determined to endure it if that was what
Jacques wanted.
Yet it was worse than when she was - gang raped - for then she had been
blindfolded, and could not see the faces of those watching. Now the two
women looked down at her from her left, smirking, sneering, and the
little man named Jeremy watched from her right, licking his lips as
Jacques began to pump in and out of her very bare sex.
It ached. It hurt as he thrust in and out of her. And yet, even so, and
even with her shame and discomfort at being watched she felt a strange
dark pride and sense of exhibitionistic excitement rising within her.
Jacques was so beautiful, and she knew she was beautiful, and having him
perform on her made her feel like the star of a wicked play as the
others looked on.
"You may take her mouth, Jeremy," he said, and Danny felt a sudden
sinking sense of shame.
But then almost immediately, as the man moved around to her head she
felt a rising sex heat, that masochistic excitement she had come to know
more and more often. And she felt a spiteful anger towards Marie and the
other girl, and a desire to have both men while they had none. She
turned her head to the side as Jeremy moved to the edge of the table,
and as he gripped her hair and thrust his cock she opened her mouth wide
and took him straight down into her throat, gagging only a little.
Bitches, she thought fiercely. They'll be jealous. They'll wish they
were me, wish they dared do as I do.
Her body shook to the demands of the two men. Jacques thrust hard and
deep and fast into her sex while Jeremy pumped back and forth in her
mouth and throat. Their hands moved ungently over her body, kneading her
breasts, stroking her thighs and hips, running through her hair as they
thrust. She moaned around Jeremy's cock as fingers tugged on her nipple
rings and the rings between her legs.
Her own sexual heat began to rise, to pass over and push away the pain
throbbing between her legs and at her nipples. Yet Jeremy came quickly,
filling her mouth with his salty liquid, and Jacques halted, drawing
back, leaving her laying back naked, spread, sweating, chest rising and
falling rapidly as she moaned softly.
He turned away from her, going to one of the dark walls and the dark
racks which sat low on them, and returned with a whip, a flog. Danny
moaned, willing him, beseeching him with her eyes not to hurt her. Yet
he let the long leather thongs slide through his fingers, twisting and
turning them as he moved to stand at her groin.
"I am going to whip you, slut, not because you did anything wrong, but
because it will give me pleasure to whip you, to see your body writhe to
the pain of the cat, to hear your screams. You will accept this whipping
because you wish to please me, to make me happy. And because you are a
slut. My slut."
And because she could do little else. Danny's body went tight with
tension. Yet she had been whipped before, and it had only stung a
little. And now, with the others watching, she felt another strange
sense of pride. She would show them how hot she was, how she could take
a whipping. And it would make Jacques proud, and happy. And there was
that dark hunger between her legs now, that masochistic excitement which
was only made more powerful by feeling the eyes of these strangers upon her.
The flog - or cat, as he called it, flew overhead as his arm whipped it
up and forward, and Danny could see the leather laces spreading out as
it came down. She flinched, trying to brace herself as the flog struck,
and a dozen stinging bites cut across her belly and lower chest.
Her body jerked violently, and she cried out at the stinging pain. Yet
it was small compared to what they had done to her earlier, almost
nothing compared to the piercings, and she did not beg or protest as he
drew his arm back and moved to her side.
The flog cut down across her belly and abdomen, and she arched her back,
crying out softly, her body straining, vibrating against he leather
straps. And now she knew why it was called the cat, for she felt as
though she had been clawed, her flesh stinging. The flog came down
again, and her back was still somewhat arched because of the way her
wrists were bound up and behind her, her chest pushed out almost eagerly
to receive the blow.
The cat clawed across her breasts, and she cried out more loudly, the
pain stinging her more. Yet the heat rose like a curtain around her. To
be whipped across her breasts while others watched... She knew how
arousing, how exciting, how hot that must look to them, for she had
watched videos of it with Jacques, had seen girls being whipped there
and known what she must have looked like the last time.
And the whip cut down again, and her nipples burned and ached, but she
held her breath. And again the whip fell, the leather laces slicing into
the soft, tender skin of her belly and abdomen, and she groaned and
writhed in pain and pleasure.
The whip sliced into her breasts again, and again, and again, and then
as her stinging body gleamed with sweat and her chest heaved with
tension and excitement, he changed his aim, and the leather laces fell
upon her groin and pussy and thighs. She screamed now, her hips jerking,
her thighs aching as she strained violently against the leather straps.
It stung!
It burned!
Yet it came down again, and she cried out, her back arching even more
sharply, her head rolling back. She gnashed her teeth, on the edge of
begging him to stop, and then the whip cut down again, harder still, and
at least one of the laces snapped down directly across her swollen clitoris.
She screamed, her upper body jerking violently against the straps around
her wrists.
"Jacques!" she cried.
"You will take the pain, knowing it gives me pleasure," Jacques said.
And the whip cut across her pussy again, and tears filled her eyes as
she twisted and writhed. And again, and again, and again the leather
laces sliced into her soft skin, so that tears trickled down her cheeks
and her entire groin was aflame with pain, thought of sexual need driven
from her mind.
And then, mercifully, he shifted his aim, and the laces cut across her
belly again, and then her breasts, tender and pink and swollen.
When he finished, the entire front of her body was pink with thin,
criss-crossing red lines. They had to help her up and then immediately
allow her to kneel, and then lay down, for the tendons in her thighs
would not allow her to stand.
And Jacques knelt, spreading her legs, gripping them beneath the knees,
lifting them up and back and thrusting into her. She groaned as he
pushed her knees back farther, as her aching thighs burned, as he slid
his body forward and shifted his grip, letting his hands move down her
legs to her ankles.
He leaned forward over her, pumping faster now, squeezing his big hands
tightly around her slender ankles as he forced them back to either side
of her head, bending her body in two as he rode her from above.
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From the book: Danielle In Chains, by Argus
Argus books have been published by Virgin Nexus, Silver Moon, Star,
Olympia, Chimera, and Beeline. They are available at
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