Club_PG

[The_PG]

I scream so loud and hard my throat is raw, but it does not stop me. My back arched, my head back, i can feel you cumming inside of me, but it is a distant though compared to teh pain of my shoulders being dislocated.

The pain is excruciating, and I sob even at the end of my scream, my head falling forward as you hold me up, cries of pain escaping me between the sobs as my body lays beneath yours, full of your cock and your cum.

The feeling I experience is very seldom found by normal people in a normal world.

Causing pain while taking your own pleasure are generally disliked, and by this I mean looked down upon. There is nothing else I wish to experience in the whole world. With a feral roar I push you down, off my cock and onto the bed. Leaning over your prone form I place a hand on either shoulder and press inwards. Returning your shoulder blades to their natural resting points with two sickening crackles. The knowledge alone of what I'm doing to your little body keeps my cock hard. I slap your cheeks as you 'try' to pass out.

"Nonono little kitten... I'm not finished with you yet."

I roll you over, and then sit up to straddle your tiny body.

Leaning down, and licking my lips, then yours, I kiss you softly. Slowly teasing you out of your pained status.

"I've got plenty more milk for this little kitten..."

After whispering those words in your ear, I kneel between your knees again, and push inside of your used cunt. This time it's from right in front, so that I can stare down into your wide eyes, and squeeze those deliciously firm little breasts. I kiss you tenderly, and run my tongue along your cheeks.

"Are you ready for more?"

 

[The_PG]

Walks inside the club, her tight fitting bandage dress barely covering her ample ass, hips natural swaying. She is trembling from excitement, and slight fear also. Her hair is carefree, a pretty halo of tight curls to her shoulders. Hearing a scream, she freezes in the hallway, contemplating on whether to stay, or go.

Jack slides over to the beautiful newcomer. He's not dressed as a slob tonight, for a change, but his tie is slightly off kilter. A little loose from his last fight, or fuck, no one is ever quite sure. Squeezing her wrist gently he gives a little tug, and leads her to the bar.

"You come to see the boss?"

He asks, as he lights a cigarette and inhales deeply. Then offers one as he uses his other hand to pour a vodka, straight on the rocks, and then offers that too.

"He's a little busy... But I'm sure he'll make time. For something like you..."

 

[choklatekoneko]

Jack slides over to the beautiful newcomer. He's not dressed as a slob tonight, for a change, but his tie is slightly off kilter. A little loose from his last fight, or fuck, no one is ever quite sure. Squeezing her wrist gently he gives a little tug, and leads her to the bar.

"You come to see the boss?"

He asks, as he lights a cigarette and inhales deeply. Then offers one as he uses his other hand to pour a vodka, straight on the rocks, and then offers that too.

"He's a little busy... But I'm sure he'll make time. For something like you..."

She turns around, her wrist being snatched by male she didn't know, considering it was her first time being in the club. He led her to the bar, her body not being in control.

She shook her head slowly, not really knowing what she was there for. She just..was there. She shook her head again as he offered a cigarette, signalling she didn't smoke, then again as she was offered the vodka. She didn't really drink that much anyway, and she preferred to stay sober for the time being.

" I think...I just came, for some reason," she said quietly.

 

[The_PG]

She turns around, her wrist being snatched by male she didn't know, considering it was her first time being in the club. He led her to the bar, her body not being in control.

She shook her head slowly, not really knowing what she was there for. She just..was there. She shook her head again as he offered a cigarette, signalling she didn't smoke, then again as she was offered the vodka. She didn't really drink that much anyway, and she preferred to stay sober for the time being.

" I think...I just came, for some reason," she said quietly.

Suddenly Jack glances at his phone, and then up at you. He smirks.

"You're wanted... Follow me, m'lady..."

Leading her through the pulsing, green bodies, he heads to the stairs and takes you up four flights, to the third floor. Opening the doors he dances suavely to the peaceful music that lingers in the air, and the smell. Delicate, but potent. Shifting through the crowds there he leads you to a thinly veiled 'room' of sorts. Inside I am waiting, in the midst of fucking a cute little kitten's brain out.

Leaning down I whisper into her ear, "We have a guest... Why don't you join us, chocolate... Delicious chocolate... Kitten, give Chocolate a kiss..."

 

[choklatekoneko]

Suddenly Jack glances at his phone, and then up at you. He smirks.

"You're wanted... Follow me, m'lady..."

Leading her through the pulsing, green bodies, he heads to the stairs and takes you up four flights, to the third floor. Opening the doors he dances suavely to the peaceful music that lingers in the air, and the smell. Delicate, but potent. Shifting through the crowds there he leads you to a thinly veiled 'room' of sorts. Inside I am waiting, in the midst of fucking a cute little kitten's brain out.

Leaning down I whisper into her ear, "We have a guest... Why don't you join us, chocolate... Delicious chocolate... Kitten, give Chocolate a kiss..."

"You're wanted... Follow me, m'lady..."

I, nodded, walking quite comfortably in the bright white bandage dress that covered the small amount of her body. It was sexy, but simple, not showing too much skin. My heels click as I promptly follow behind him. I notice the smell, liking it immediately, making me restless. Jack leads me into another room, and I gasp, my dark brown wide eyes-almost anime like- are full of surprise.

"Join you, Sir?" I question slightly, biting my bottom lip gently.

 

[DracnKitten]

I cry out in pain an you push me own, off of you. With a scream, my shoulders sink back into place. I feel sick to my stomach for a moment, sobbing as you slap my cheeks, keeping me present when i would slip away into darkness.

As you turn me over my eyes focus on your face and I tremble, my body relaxing slightly as you begin kissing me. By the time your cock enters me again I am fairly well relaxed, but I cry out, my back arching. I give many small cries as you fuck me, my eyes on you at all times- until another girl walks in. As you speak quietly to me, I tremble, looking up at the other girl.

"Please . . . " I beg her, unable to give her a kiss unless she leans down to me- wanting to please you.

 

[Aurantica]

She stepped into the club on its first floor. Head up, arms down at her sides, the very image on confidence. Her white, cropped halter top hugged her curves until it ended just above her navel. A tight white miniskirt and white ballet flats completed the ensemble. Hair down in wild blonde ringlets, her only piece of jewelery was the simple black collar buckled around her neck, and the tiny metal tag it bore.

She wove her way deeper into the club, aiming for the bar to grab a drink and survey this floor.

 

[The_PG]

She stepped into the club on its first floor. Head up, arms down at her sides, the very image on confidence. Her white, cropped halter top hugged her curves until it ended just above her navel. A tight white miniskirt and white ballet flats completed the ensemble. Hair down in wild blonde ringlets, her only piece of jewelery was the simple black collar buckled around her neck, and the tiny metal tag it bore.

She wove her way deeper into the club, aiming for the bar to grab a drink and survey this floor.

I'm at the bar. Giving Jack a break for the one chance. My eyes flicker over the newly arrived, and I grin the Chesire's Cat's grin that very few are comfortable with. Blood seems to just drip down her body, even before I've laid a hand on her. That just makes me... Excited...

I speak softly, "What can I do you for?"

 

[Aurantica]

Sidling up to the bar, I note the odd expression on the barkeep's face, something akin to the feral grin of a wild cat. Hmm... Looks like someone's hungry tonight..

"White Russian, please."

As he starts making my drink, I turn and put my back to the bar, surveying the scene. This night would be perfect, if only I had my master beside me. He's away in Vietnam on one of his buisness trips. I smile, glad to have such a caring master. You see, he knows I'd have problems being on my own for the two weeks he's away. So, before he left, he told me to come here anytime I felt like partying or playing. I can't bring anyone back home with me, for safety reasons, but other than that, I can do as I please.

 

[The_PG]

I pour the drink, part creamer, part vodka, part kaluha, and add several thick ice cubes. Then I set the drink down, and place a cuff right beside it. The chain disappears under the bar and is connected to one of the support beams. I grin, but don't say a word as i turn to serve another customer; it's totally up to you, whether you want to place the cuff around your wrist or not.

 

[Aurantica]

I turn at the clink of a glass meeting the counter. Lying next to my drink is a leather cuff with a chain running out of sight. I lean on the bar. Hmmmmm, not just the barkeep, are you ? I think, remembering your hungry smile. I sip my Russian.
"Nicely done" I say.
He's brazen, Ive got to give him that. Before I've even had my first drink or dance he's trying to mark me... Well, perhaps I don't feel like being marked right now. I concentrate on my drink, ignoring the cuff.

 

[The_PG]

As I return to the newly arrived I notice she hasn't taken the cuff, and far from being put off I simply move past her. However, as I breeze past, my hands work quickly and softly connect the cuff to her cup. Now, what might be the point of that? Well, obviously it won't keep her here, but the connection is obvious enough. I spin around, washing cups, pouring drinks, and taking tips quicker then Flash from the comics that Jack reads all the damn time. My high collared, white shirt a bright contrast to the dark, greenly lit room, and my dark black pants blending in seamlessly with the night. Muscles ripple beneath the fabric, which is tight, but not gay tight, as my completely homosexual fashion-man calls it.

As she begins to think I am ignoring her, I return once again and set two elbows on the bar. Staring across into her eyes with my dark, swirling chocolates.

"Do you know why you are here?" I ask, my powerful voice strangely audible and alluring over the pulsing club music.

 

[Aurantica]

I smile coolly, showing straight white teeth.
"Because I'm not finished my drink yet" I say, as if asked why the sky is black. He's going for intimidation, I see, fixing me with those dark brown eyes. I meet his gaze with mine, such a pale blue they look unnatural."Glacier eyes" my master calls them. We sometimes make a game of me staring at people while out in public and seeing how long it takes them to look away. My favorite trick to make them watch longer is to let my eyes slip out of focus, so I appear not to see them, but something behind them. Its amazing what people will try to do when they think you're not looking.

 

[The_PG]

Chuckling, I don't look away. I'm fascinated by the strange and weird. Like blood dripping from open wounds, and purple skin after it has been punched, pinched, or prodded too much. Sick people who will do anything for the ultimate thrill. I do blink, but that can't be helped with so many people smoking in the general facility.

"I guess," I say simply, with a shrug of my shoulders.

"I'm glad you drink so slowly then, as it seems you will be around for awhile."

Winking, I move off to help other customers.

 

[Aurantica]

I win the staring contest, and he moves off to tend his customers. I steal sideways peeks at them, men and women in from the dance floor, or the washroom. The ones from the washrooms are all over one another, you can practically smell the sex.
I swirl the contents of my glass, making the ice cubes clink and the chain rattle. Two or three more sips, and I'll be out on the dance floor. I've decided to have some fun tonight.

 

[The_PG]

I watch her venture onto the dance floor, and others come and go. Concerned, but not concerned about the apparel about her neck. First, they think she belongs to me, and then they realize if she does, it's okay to play with her. Then, they realize she doesn't belong to me, and are concerned as to whether or not they are allowed to play. For all of the atmosphere I've created, it is impossible to turn pussified little bitches, into men.

I walk out onto the dance floor as Jack returns to his post, and slide against the newcomer. Pressing a new drink into her hand, and take the empty glass from the other hand. My lips press against her neck, and I whisper into her ear. "The collar suits you... I hope you are enjoying yourself."

 

[Aurantica]

As I'm dancing with a shortish Italian man, I feel a pair of arms slide around me from behind and the cool, blunt shape of a glass press into my hand.
"The collar suits you... I hope you are enjoying yourself."
Pulling one of his hands off my waist - he's well muscled , I note- I spin free of his grip and face him. I lock eyes with him even before I stop moving.
"Indeed I am. This is quite the place..."
Turning half-away from him, I nod politely to the Italian, thanking him for his company.
Scanning my eyes along the floor , then flicking them up to his face, I ask "Come to try again?". My grin is sarcastic, pointing out the abscence of any chains snaking their way across the floor.

 

[The_PG]

"No... I do not have to try here."

My eyes wander, over you, and eventually fall into place along your face.

"You are trying, and doing exceptionally well in attracting attention."

I smirk, and stare.

"I do not think that you do know why you came here."

 

[Aurantica]

I smirk at his words. With his build and grooming, he could have any woman he wanted. Yet for some reason, it seems he's set his sights on me. I fix him with a calm, resloute gaze that's just a hair away from the " superior" look I wear when other men try for me.
"I do not think that you do know why you came here."
I raise an eyebrow mockingly .
"Oh really? Perhaps you could tell me then, since I seem to be of too delicate a mind..."
My tone is firm but cool, the words seemingly booming over the music.

 

[The_PG]

I smile as you place words in my mouth. They're sweet, but too delicate. The words, not you.

"The only reason to come here, to this particular club, and to wear that particular outfit, and to play this particular game... Is to spark interest of a rather sinister nature. In plainer words. It's to get fucked."

My hand goes out, not lecherously, but giving amble opportunity for you to pull away. Then it seizes your slim arm and pulls you close. While everyone moves around us, we have been standing still, I begin to move, not really dancing, but rather moving through the crowd, then with it. We reach a wall. The north wall, and I twirl you into it. Both my hands slide to your hips, and I look down at you. Seemingly having grown taller at the outskirts of the lights where less people, and less light meet any gazes. The only thing I am respectful of, in my club, is the thing around your neck. Those other clothes, they tear away with a single tug. Though it is slow, and allows me to admire different parts of your body as their disguise is slowly torn away.

"Did I hit near the truth?" I ask, my eyes, and the rest of me not caring.

 

[Aurantica]

"The only reason to come here, to this particular club, and to wear that particular outfit, and to play this particular game... Is to spark interest of a rather sinister nature. In plainer words. It's to get fucked."He starts to pull me off the floor, and having nothing better to do, I let him. The wall is rough on my legs, my neck. My collar protects me from the worst of it.
"Did I hit near the truth?"
I slide my eyes up his face, meeting his, then dropping them subserviently.
"Very near", I say. I arch my back then, pushing my chest up and out and tipping my head slightly forwards. He's proven himself enough for that, at least.

 

[The_PG]

I take your breasts only in my sight for now. Not nearly desperate enough to seize them instantly with my hands, for now one travels to the side of you and presses a well-concealed button in the wall. Two doors open behind you, and into an elevator we go. It begins to travel up. That is when my other hand moves, traveling up your bare back, and interlacing my fingers into your hair. My hand balls into a fist, and slowly, but irresistibly I pull your head back to look up at me, only I look down. Examining you in the relatively bright light of the elevator. My eyes, and brain weigh your proportions, and then the other hand, which had pushed the button, slides between your legs.

"How would your master have you properly greet someone like me?" I ask, as two rough, calloused fingers slide inside of your body from down below.

 

[Aurantica]

I stiffen as he draws my head back, and gasp as he pushes his fingers inside me. Its a tight fit, I was trained well in the use of those muscles.
"How would your master have you properly greet someone like me?"
I may have given in to him a little, but he hasnt broken me yet.
" For one thing, he would make sure we were properly intdroced" I say causticly. " and for another, he would get my consent before allwoing another man to finger me."
Whether he likes it or not, this man must understand that I am owned, and only at his hands by the good will of my master.

 

[The_PG]

"Ah, but you are here and that has already happened." I reply with a chuckle, not so much enjoying this game, so much as tolerating it for the moment as I test your tightness and learn the contour's of what makes you a worthy persona of yourself. My eyes finally meet yours, and I give your head a little tug as my fingers slide out and probe lower; cupping between your legs and past the first hole to the second. Only one finger this time, presses in between the muscled cheeks, as i'm sure if the first was any indicator the second will be quite tightly bound.

"Besides, a man in his position would have agreed to my terms, if he wanted you to visit with me... Not the other way around. Since when did a slaves consent," My finger pushes deeper, and I twist your hair harder, driving you into the wall of the elevator with my body as my hand in your hair lifts your heels from the ground. "Mean anything?"

 

[Aurantica]

I can't help but gasp as he forces himself into my ass, and rise up on my toes in a bid to escape the pain and fullness. His hand in my hair doesnt help much either. This is too far.

"My consent matters to HIM!" I spit, and reach up for the weak spot on his wrist while the heel of my other hand aims for his forehead.