Club_PG

[The_PG]

Embracing the blow is perhaps not the smartest thing in the world, but pain is something of a rarity. I don't feel it much, so the blow smarts but does little else. My grip is unshakable in her puny grasp, but I do ease the pressure in her bowels when her words finally reach my ears. Easing her back onto the ground, I remove my finger and slide it slowly up to the choker about her neck. Pecking at it, I grin into her angry face, and ask softly as if nothing has happened.

"Since those sorts of things matter to him. Then I'm sure it would matter if you introduce yourself properly." My grasp leaves her hair, and I step back. Just as the elevator reaches our floor. Only the doors do not open. They are waiting, just as I am.

 

[Aurantica]

My spine feels rigid as he returns me to my feet. I am all at once extremely glad for my collar and the eight words engraved on its little tag : Play at her consent. No damage, no blood. When he speaks again, I am barely surprised at the softness in his voice.
"Since those sorts of things matter to him. Then I'm sure it would matter if you introduce yourself properly."
Of course I have to introduce myself I think. What sort of gentleman gives his name first?
"Lacey" I state coolly. I retreat to a far corner of the elevator. I flick my hair off my face, trying to get rid of the feel of your hand tearing at it.
* And you?" This man clearly either owns the club or manages it. It would be easy enough to find out his name, but getting him to state it now will help even out the balance of power.


I do hope he knows I could kill him if I really needed to.

 

[The_PG]

I chuckle.

"You can call me Master, for while I may not be the one that collared you. I am the only one that matters in this place... But... If I do take a liking to you, perhaps later on, you may be allowed to call me PG." I don't even move towards you, it's obvious to the the both of us that you are trapped, regardless of what you may think. The doors finally do open, and we find ourselves on the 5th floor. I beckon for you to follow me to a strange looking piece of furniture. Seizing your wrist, I place a finger across my lips, and guide you into it. Pushing your hands onto the two softly padded posts that seem to fit your hands perfectly. Locking your wrists to the D-rings sticking up from the floor, I move behind you, and slide a hand up the insides of your smooth thighs.

Predictably your legs widen, trying to escape my grasp, I continue to press until your right ankle leaves the floor, and then I seize it, and pull it up slowly. Suddenly it's obvious how the furniture works, as your knees are placed in softly padded holders, and all of a sudden you are in the perfect 'doggy-style' but three feet off the ground.

I walk once around you, before stepping to your side and placing a hand on either of your breasts. Weighing them carefully, and squeezing gently, before placing a kiss on your bared side.

"You came to play... Yet, you do not like how I play... This is a strange puzzlement... Your master should have spoken to me in advance..." My fingers pinch, and slightly twist both of your nipples. "Perhaps we could have worked something out..."

I've left your mouth unoccupied for now, since I do want to hear what you have to say, at this particular moment.

 

[choklatekoneko]

~She walks in slowly, her hips swaying, feisty, giggling to herself at the thought of even coming here. She smiled brightly, seeing the lights, the smell..she Walked slowly, her miniskirt hugging to her curvy ass, the strapless top she was wearing hugging her. She walked over to the bar, biting her lip.

She wasn't even legal enough to order a drink. They weren't taking I.D's however, and she was free to whatever she wanted.

 

[The_PG]

~She walks in slowly, her hips swaying, feisty, giggling to herself at the thought of even coming here. She smiled brightly, seeing the lights, the smell..she Walked slowly, her miniskirt hugging to her curvy ass, the strapless top she was wearing hugging her. She walked over to the bar, biting her lip.

She wasn't even legal enough to order a drink. They weren't taking I.D's however, and she was free to whatever she wanted.

I appear at her side, and whisper into her ear as my fingers trail up the inside of her legs.

"Bad girl." I breathe.

"Not coming to say hi to me, right away."

I am dressed in a pair of black slacks, a long white tee-shirt with the collar turned up, and a pair of silver sunglasses rest on my stiffly gelled hair. Kissing the back of her neck, I lick a little, and give her firm thigh a squeeze. My teeth scrape her skin, and the aroma of sweat, blood, and cologne filter through the air.

 

[choklatekoneko]

I appear at her side, and whisper into her ear as my fingers trail up the inside of her legs.

"Bad girl." I breathe.

"Not coming to say hi to me, right away."

I am dressed in a pair of black slacks, a long white tee-shirt with the collar turned up, and a pair of silver sunglasses rest on my stiffly gelled hair. Kissing the back of her neck, I lick a little, and give her firm thigh a squeeze. My teeth scrape her skin, and the aroma of sweat, blood, and cologne filter through the air.

She shivers feeling that all that all to familar touch, the voice that causes her to close her eyes she nods, biting her lip gently, the tongue gliding across her bottom lip.

"I'm sorry...I wasn't thinking...besides... I thought you'd be busy, anyway." She says quietly, eyeing the bartender who quickly turns away, sucking air between her teeth as she feels the light touch of his tongue.

 

[Aurantica]

I chuckle.

"You can call me Master, for while I may not be the one that collared you. I am the only one that matters in this place... But... If I do take a liking to you, perhaps later on, you may be allowed to call me PG." I don't even move towards you, it's obvious to the the both of us that you are trapped, regardless of what you may think. The doors finally do open, and we find ourselves on the 5th floor. I beckon for you to follow me to a strange looking piece of furniture. Seizing your wrist, I place a finger across my lips, and guide you into it. Pushing your hands onto the two softly padded posts that seem to fit your hands perfectly. Locking your wrists to the D-rings sticking up from the floor, I move behind you, and slide a hand up the insides of your smooth thighs.

Predictably your legs widen, trying to escape my grasp, I continue to press until your right ankle leaves the floor, and then I seize it, and pull it up slowly. Suddenly it's obvious how the furniture works, as your knees are placed in softly padded holders, and all of a sudden you are in the perfect 'doggy-style' but three feet off the ground.

I walk once around you, before stepping to your side and placing a hand on either of your breasts. Weighing them carefully, and squeezing gently, before placing a kiss on your bared side.

"You came to play... Yet, you do not like how I play... This is a strange puzzlement... Your master should have spoken to me in advance..." My fingers pinch, and slightly twist both of your nipples. "Perhaps we could have worked something out..."

I've left your mouth unoccupied for now, since I do want to hear what you have to say, at this particular moment.

"No"
I say it sharply, as if reprimanding a naughty puppy.
" I will NOT call you Master."
It sounds wrong, like hearing about someone with the same name as yourself. You have that sickening moment of recognition, then the realization that it's false.
"I gave you my NAME. Now I expect you to give me yours."
I may be locked down, but there's nothing he can do to make me call him that. Fuck, I'm not even sure I want to play with him. He's too intense, like the heat of a hot summers day to someone used to being cool year-round. He may hold power, but without my consent its useless.
I barely move as he tugs at my nipples. My master loved to fondle them while we were together. I liked it best when he nibbled them as we lay together after playing.
His kiss, though, makes me twitch away, bending my body as far as it will go the opposite direction.

 

[The_PG]

I laugh, and give her ass a pinch.

"When have I ever told you think?"

With a soft smack, I glance at Jack, who turned away so quickly. He must like her, but I shrug, ignoring the fact because I like you and since I like you. If he does, it doesn't matter. You're mine this evening. I rub my hand up against your panties and tease the edges from where your sexy thighs exit.

"That's right. Never."

My teeth seize your ear, and i bite softly at first. Then i pull you towards me, and place your hand on the bulge between my legs.

"Why are you here?" I ask bluntly.

 

[The_PG]

"No"
I say it sharply, as if reprimanding a naughty puppy.
" I will NOT call you Master."
It sounds wrong, like hearing about someone with the same name as yourself. You have that sickening moment of recognition, then the realization that it's false.
"I gave you my NAME. Now I expect you to give me yours."
I may be locked down, but there's nothing he can do to make me call him that. Fuck, I'm not even sure I want to play with him. He's too intense, like the heat of a hot summers day to someone used to being cool year-round. He may hold power, but without my consent its useless.
I barely move as he tugs at my nipples. My master loved to fondle them while we were together. I liked it best when he nibbled them as we lay together after playing.
His kiss, though, makes me twitch away, bending my body as far as it will go the opposite direction.

Your demands don't fall on deaf ears, just uncaring ones, but not uncaring in the sense that I don't hear your self-righteousness and sense of entitlement. Something most slaves know better then to flaunt. Generally it is a safer route to NOT piss off a sadistic, blood lusting, psycho.

Pulling my hand up sharply, I slap your taut and wide open tummy, turning your skin red.

"Sir, then, but there will be some payment for failure to use the proper term."

My hand slides between your legs from below, slowly dragging my calloused fingers over the length of your pussy, and not failing to grind against your clitoris at the very same time.

 

[Aurantica]

Your demands don't fall on deaf ears, just uncaring ones, but not uncaring in the sense that I don't hear your self-righteousness and sense of entitlement. Something most slaves know better then to flaunt. Generally it is a safer route to NOT piss off a sadistic, blood lusting, psycho.

Pulling my hand up sharply, I slap your taut and wide open tummy, turning your skin red.

"Sir, then, but there will be some payment for failure to use the proper term."

My hand slides between your legs from below, slowly dragging my calloused fingers over the length of your pussy, and not failing to grind against your clitoris at the very same time.

I barely wince as he slaps me, having fully anticipated the blow.
"Sir, then, but there will be some payment for failure to use the proper term."

Fine by me. Sir is the generic name my master taught me to use when adressing any man... Especially any of his men.

I stiffen as his fingers drag across my black lace knickers, and I can't help but shudder as he finds my clit, hard. I let my upper body drop down between my arms, hanging my head so I can look about the room better. I know this makes my shoulder blades stick up sharp-like under the skin of my back. Mostly, though, it makes it easier to breathe. I can't do anything, so I shut up and wait.

 

[southern_slut]

*Taking a wrong turn in search of the ladies' room, I find myself staring at a large door. It's thick and unlike any other door I can't hear what's behind it. There was a naked girl standing outside it a moment ago but she's disappeared...*
"Oh God... I so wanna go in now."

 

[Aurantica]

Once I can breathe a bit easier, I realize how much time has passed. It;s been at least 10 minutes, probably more. Odd that Sir would go to all that effort getting me up here then leave.
Ah well I think. I have plenty of time.
As it always does, my mind turns inwards as I wait. I think about the message on my tag. It's not there because I cant take pain. Exactly the opposite, actually. Somehow the pain and pleasure wires in my brain got crossed. Anything more severe than a headache actually feels really good to me. I used to stub my toes all the time because it felt so nice. Breaking them was orgasmic. My master though I was lying when I said I liked the single-tailed bullwhip he bought for show. He tried to make me beg for him to stop, beating me until my body was more slash cuts than whole skin. He finally stopped when I passed out from losing so much blood. I spent a week in bed. It was a month before the bruises faded, but I still have a few scars today.
When my master realized I had no limits, he knew enough to tag me for my own good. Since then he's always been very careful when playing with me. Some would find it erotic that I have no pain limits, but my master knows better. He knows that I will never beg for mercy, not even if I'm beaten to where my life is in danger.
The little tag is supposed to protect me from being hurt that bad again.

 

[The_PG]

I watch as you drift off into yourself and find comfort in your own comforting thoughts. The peace must be nice. I continue to rub between your pussy lips, and over the erecting piece of flesh that is filled so densely with nerves. As you finish fully drifting away, I slap you there, between your legs and directly on the erect and fully sensitive piece of flesh. It's not particularly hard, but it is sharp and quick. Aimed more for a sting then a bruising. Immediately after my fingers dip into your essence, and rub over the engorged flesh before slapping again.

My other hand, equally strong, abrasive, covered in callouses such as my heart, and just as dexterous slides up your belly to your nipples after giving your breast a squeeze. I pinch the tiny bit of flesh, and then begin to twist it slowly. I continue the twist, as i rub your clitoris and watch how your body reacts. It's obvious that I am simply gauging you, as you've taken quite some time to get comfortable in my dark castle.

I'm not sure yet, if it is because you fear that you might like it or that you simply fear something this... Dangerous.

 

[1FreakyGirl]

I like danger.

She tells him, as she enters the room

 

[Aurantica]

I come back when he slaps me. Damn, that feels good I can already feel the beginnings of on orgasm kick to life inside me. Eager for more, I arch my back and push my ass out as much as I can, making it easier for him. His hand twists my right nipple, and I feel the wave of pleasure travel up my back. He's good, very good.... Its not been five minutes and I feel like I'm almost about to come.
To distract myself, I look around , memorizing the floor plan. There's not too many people here, and they seem focused on their own buisness.
His fingers on my clit pull me back. Since there's nothing else I can do, I shift to a slightly better position and wait to see what he does next.

 

[The_PG]

The ease with which your body allows itself to be played, after the length you attempted to go through to dissuade me from playing, surprises me. I give a soft laugh, and place my wet fingers along your lips; allowing you to lick them clean, which I imagine your master has trained you to do very well. Any good master can, and would do that. But then I wonder, and a sinister grin slips across my face. Not that I was trying to stop it, but I do so very rarely show emotion. My arms tenses slightly, and then...

I press my fingers deep into your throat. Passed your uvula and into your esophagus.

"You've a dirty mouth, you little whore, does it always get you into so much trouble?"

I can see the question in your eyes, as my hand that is not in your throat, teases the warm flesh between your legs.

"Yes... You are in trouble."

 

[Aurantica]

Sucking someone's fingers clean is nothing new to me. Having fingers shoved past my epiglottis is.
"You've a dirty mouth, you little whore, does it always get you into so much trouble?"
I gag and pull my head back until his fingers are just inside my throat. It's a resonable response, really. I was taught to swallow when something was inserted deep in my throat. Trouble is, I can swallow or breathe, but not both at the same time.
Wait.. trouble?
I shudder as his fingers find my clit again. "What the hell does he mean, trouble?" I think.
Ah, shit. He must still be mad about the show in the elevator. Of course the biggest ego in the house had to come after me.
"Yes... You are in trouble."
I begin to wonder how much he is capable of, and how much my collar really means to him.

 

[The_PG]

I see you shake a little bit, but that's nothing to really get excited about. Everyone shakes.

Leaning over, I place my lips against your ear and breathe the following words.

"Blood... I do not need... Damage... I can't live without."

I chuckle, as the understanding of those words dawn upon you. Perhaps you think your master's words would save you? Out there, in the world, they wouldn't. Yet, in a club where the society is closely followed they would. In here, it's my world. Nobody else's, only I make the rules. One of the rules that I do not advertise, but strongly condone, is that no one leaves here untouched (or perhaps it would be better to say; undamaged) by their experience within my walls.

"First, though," I nibble on your ear and give your clit a little twist. My other hands finger still prods your throat, aiming for, and finding your gag reflex each and every time. Then it stops. "I want to feel you cum. There is so much to learn... When one of you sluts cum... Now... I wonder what it is, that I will find out, when you cum."

I suddenly slip two fingers into your cunt, and drag my tongue slowly along the nape of your neck.

 

[Aurantica]

"Blood... I do not need... Damage... I can't live without."
Shit. Why the hell do I keep doing this to myself? I try to think of what he could do to me that would leave permanent marks, but not draw blood. There's quite a list, more than one might expect. Broken bones, permanent brain damage, various types of burns.... and much, much worse. This is blindly assuming he doesnt plan on breaking my skin. Believe me, there's ways of stopping somone from bleeding. And they hurt like hell. I can't allow this. I pull my head back, his fingers trailing across my tounge.

"Look, I understand what you're trying to do here. But you have no idea who my master is. I can only tell you that you do NOT want to piss him off. I suggest you either play nice or release me now. If you choose to disregard me, I cannot be considered accountable for anything that happens to you later."

Despite my warning, he pushes his fingers in and drags his tounge down my neck. Alright then, lets play ball...

Now I just have to find out if he'll play fair.

 

[The_PG]

In a world I can control, unlike any of the others, whispered words of a nameless someone are hardly a threat. I proceed with little regard to the words. There is plenty of damage to be done without leaving a mark, and that is exactly what I intend on doing to this rebellious, albeit restrained, piece of ass that is spread before me. A light bit of tickling to her clit, and once again she is nearly ready to orgasm. I induce the first, of what will probably be many, such pleasurable rushes by pinching her throbbing bundle of nerves and twisting them. Not withholding even an ounce of strength from the grasp. Thanks only to my fingers in her throat, she will be unable to jerk away from such an iron hold.

I do not lend her orgasm blossom and end either.

Twisting the suddenly raw, and oversensitive piece of flesh in my fingers. I grind out her orgasm, ruining it in a pleasurable, but visceral way. It is like picking at a scab. You know it will hurt, but it just feels too good to stop.

I'm not finished with her yet, as I remove my hand from her throat, and use it to smack the look of ecstasy from her face.

"When a slave finishes cumming... It's common courtesy to thank the one that gave it to her."

I comment dryly, as I continue to rip the roots out of the orgasm. Drawing it out longer, and longer, stretching her internal muscles as far as I can. As I said... This will provide quite the plethora of information...

 

[Aurantica]

I blink and refocus as he slaps me. "When a slave finishes cumming... It's common courtesy to thank the one that gave it to her."
Despite this man's obvious authotity problems, he's good at what he does. I breifly consider my options, then decide its best to give him what he wants.
"Thank you sir"
My clit feels tingly and almost sore as he grinds and twists it. I can already feel another one start to build. The best I can do to slow it down is to focus on keeping my breathing slow and regular. Coming twice in the span of a minute is fun, but damn exhausting and makes it harder to come again without rest.

 

[The_PG]

As I press forward with the stimulation I gauge the reaction by your arch. The amount of distance your tummy slopes down between the valley created by your thighs and breasts. The greater it becomes, the more tired and worn out you are. It really is that simple. Once those muscles are finished weakening I move on to what I have been looking forward too; almost as much as fucking your sweet asshole.

I bring my fist up blindingly fast. It's almost inhuman the way it moves silently into your body. Pressing skin against muscle, and muscle against bone, until a dull thud echo's about the room and all of the momentum slams to a stop. The blow will leave a bruise upon your skin, but very little more. Inside, however, well I'm sure you can already feel your shattered rib swimming about.

"I really do not like it when little cunts like you act as if you are untouchable... It does not make me angry... Just... Well it just leaves a foul taste, in my mouth."

The words I speak come after my fingers return to abusing your clitoris. Twisting, pulling, and sliding against it. Working on slowly bringing the pleasure back into your blood; even with the pain that comes with every breath.

 

[Aurantica]

I twitch, pulling against the straps as he works me. My clit is hypersensitive, I can almost feel the ridges of his fingerprints. It's getting hard to move. Irealize I've been here so long my joints are getting stiff. Odd, its not cold in here, quite warm actually. Must be adjusted up for all the naked people.
Suddenly, there's a dull impact on my side. I turn my head and see his smug grin. The bastard punched me.
"I really do not like it when little cunts like you act as if you are untouchable... It does not make me angry... Just... Well it just leaves a foul taste in my mouth."
Like hell it didn't make him angry.
Its getting harder to breathe. It feels like one, maybe two or three of my ribs on the right side aren't sprung out like they usually are. They have to be pulled along as my ribcage expands with each breath.
Oh god, he's broken them.
I drop my upper body down and try to breathe low and slow through my stomach. If a fragment of bone works its way into a lung I could die.
I ignore his fingers on my clit, push down the building orgasm, and focus on calming myself.

 

[The_PG]

I nod, satisfied with your understanding of what has just occurred.

Not in the least bit concerned, I reach out with my free hand (the other is still occupied with your pussy & hypersensitive clitoris) and rub across the indent i've created in your belly. The feeling of crumbled bone, and mushy organs gives me a little shiver both in my spine and dick. It grows considerably within it's confines. I squeeze a little (with both hands!) just to see your reaction and it does not fail to disappoint. In fact... After thinking about it for a short time, you have not failed to disappoint yet, since your little rebellion down below. I suppose I should give you some sort of reward, yet you've just cum, and another one is a few painfully pleasurable corners.

"You wouldn't be here if you did not enjoy pain of another kind. Well, here it is, slut. It is yours to make into heaven, or hell. The choice is now yours. Yes, tied, at my mercy, the choice is still yours. Whether you cum, cry, or scream to both."

 

[Aurantica]

I twitch hard when he drags a hand across my broken ribs. It was easy enough to ignore the sharp stabs of pleasure when I had just the motion of my own breathing to deal with, but now it's unbearable. I come fast and hard. My back arches, disturbing the ribs and nearly making me come again. My vision blurs as even the muscles in my eyes spasm.

My body feels cold all of a sudden, and I feel my heart pound in my ears. After a few blissful seconds my eyes finally start to obey me, and I see black spots dancing on the edge of my vision.
You wouldn't be here if you did not enjoy pain of another kind. Well, here it is, slut. It is yours to make into heaven, or hell. The choice is now yours. Yes, tied, at my mercy, the choice is still yours. Whether you cum, cry, or scream to both."

I barely hear him.