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Chapter Three The music was loud and the beat pounded into him with an almost physical intensity as he stood there chained to the pillar, watching all the action taking place around him. The blatant sexuality of the club startled him as he watched the semi nude dancers in the birdcages move to the beat as the club DJ, laid down some serious cuts. He had just been left moment ago by Sophie, the young french waitress who had promised him a night he would never forget. Little did he know how right she would turn out to be. As he tugged on his chains and bit down on the gag, he let his eyes wander around the club, and counted a dozen pillars total, and including himself, there were 6 men and 6 women chained in place as he was, only the style gags used seemed to be different. He also noticed a series of bouncers off to the side of each pillar, screening the crowd and only letting certain people move in close to inspect those chained to the pillars, while those who were chained to the walls, in varying forms of dress, including a couple where both the male and female were nude, were being groped and teased by anyone who walked by where they were. He could not look over his shoulder, so he was unaware of where his bodyguard was, but no one had approached him yet. As he sighed and stretched against the pillar, he had a feeling that he would not be left in peace, so a rush of nervous energy flooded his body as he stood there and began to feel his body respond to the chains, the bit gag in his mouth and the curiosity as to what his fate would be. He watched a couple approach a pillar where a shapely red head was chained to the pillar, her hands pinned over her head, and as they approached her, the man flashed a card to the bouncer who faded back into the woodwork, while the woman, began to inspect the redhead and run her hands along the tight red leather skirt the girl was wearing, while the man felt up the girl's breasts underneath the sheer white tied off blouse that exposed the girl's well toned stomach to their appreciative eyes. As he watched, he suddenly smiled into his gag at the look of the bound girl. She looked like a dancer from the video Brittany did when the girls were dressed in school uniforms. He wondered how Brittany would do if she was ever chained up as this girl was now. Her head lowered as they talked to her, and from what he could see, a blush flooded her cheeks as the couple toyed with her, the wife letting her hand caress the girl's cheek while the husband let his hand get a good feel for the girl's ass. He watched as the man's hand lifted back and forth rapidly as he spanked the girl, and watched the wife, untie the blouse and expose the girl's breasts to her lips and hands as she began to pleasure herself on the chained girl's body. He watched with interest and a growing rush in his body as the girl's eyes closed while she was being spanked and the man pulled back on her hair. His wife had slipped to her knees while the girl was spreading her legs, and the older woman ran her hands along the girl's tanned thighs, as she leaned in,to place kisses along the girl's inner thighs. He could see the glazed expression slip over the girl's face as she tugged and shook her chained arms pinned above her. The couple seemed determined to take her to the brink, as the husband found a breast on the young girl and began to suck softly on it, while his wife slipped in between the girl's legs and began to pleasure herself there. He found himself looking around, and saw that really no one else seemed to be paying attention. There was dancing on the floor, people sitting at tables and drinking and sharing other forms of pleasure, and of course a steady flow of the barely clad staff. The women gracefully moving through the room, even though their ankles, wrists or both were chained, and the men, in tight shorts, a vest over their bare chests and a bow tie collar, were working the bar and clearing the tables as well. And of course along the walls, people amusing themselves on the bodies that were chained to the walls. He saw one man using a set of floggers across the breasts of the typical kind of beach beauties that were strewn up and down the coastline. People cheered him on as the lashes across her tan and firm breasts, showed two things. First, the breasts were not natural, and secondly, the more her skin turned color from the lashes, the more she seemed to writhe and sway under the kiss of the lashes, her sexual dancing, exciting the crowd around her and driving them all into a deeper feeding frenzy. As his head turned back towards the couple teasing the girl chained to the pillar near him, he saw they had stripped her down to just a tiny thong that would have looked quite at home on the beaches of Cannes. The girl's eyes were glazed over from the toying and teasing they had done with her, and the rush of power the couple were feeling as they explored her helpless body had excited them both in obvious ways. The husband's bulge was quite noticeable against his leg while the wife seems to slide up and down the girl's leg slowly as if rubbing an itch that was transforming her from a valley housewife into a Hollywood Madam. The<b> ball gag </font></b>strapped into the girl's mouth, muffled what sounds he might have heard during the lull in the music that flooded the room's speakers, but the look in her eyes as her head darted from side to side, showed she too was responding to the fires the couple had lit deep inside her soul. The nipple clamps biting down on her swollen tits, also fueled the fire in her, and as he watched the wife tug on the girl's clamps, which caused her to writhe even more against the pillar she was chained to, he felt a steady growth in his pants as well. The couple exchanged glances, and he could tell the wife wanted to play more with the girl. The husband too looked like he wanted to get them both off elsewhere and focus without the distractions that the ambiance of the main showroom provided. He nodded to the wife who clapped her hands together in delight and then tugged on the girl's nipple clamp chain, triggering another jolt of movement in the girl as the husband turned to the bodyguard and nodded to him. The bodyguard moved out of the shadows and pulled a small device from it's container strapped to his side. The men moved closer to finish the negotiations as the woman rubbed the girl's sex slowly through the girl's thong, which showed signs of wetness from the girl, who blushed even more as she found herself thrusting her hips up against the woman's caress. The husband handed over a card of some kind to the guard who ran it through a slot on the side of the machine, and then returned it to the man, holding up 2 fingers. He suspected that meant either they were to have 2 hours with her, or they were to go somewhere else and use room 2, he could not tell from where he was chained, but the delight on the woman's face was obvious to any that were watching, and the need and desire that flooded across the girl's face, showed they had done their work very well with her. The bodyguard moved into undo the girl's wrists from the shackles on the pillar, as the husband waited with leash and handcuffs and the wife snuggled up to him, smiling happily at what was to come. As the girl was released from the pillar, she slowly sank to her knees before the couple, bowing her head, keeping her back straight and her eyes lowered as her legs were spread open for them to see her, she bared her neck and waited as the wife took the leash and moved in and snapped it onto the girl's collar. When the girl heard the click and tug on her neck, she raised her hands up and the husband then moved in and snapped the handcuffs onto her wrists. The bodyguard then reached down and gathered a handful of the girl's hair and pulled up, the girl rising slowly, the pain from his action causing her eyes to shut as her body shuddered under the sensations she was feeling. The couple grinned and kissed as he offered his arm to his wife and they looked in the direction the bodyguard was pointing them to. With a tug on the leash, the girl in handcuffs followed behind them, off to serve whatever wishes they had of her, and from the look on her face, nervous and excited and somewhat fearful at the same time. He leaned back and closed his eyes at the blatant sexual exchange there. He had been on both sides of that leash before, although his friends had never really known it till tonight. He wondered what would be done to her and with her, and he also wondered how he would respond if someone came to negotiate for his usage. His body racked with desire and nervousness over what was to come for him, and the strain from his hands being locked over his head was beginning to show in his shoulders and arms. But even as he closed his eyes to try and let his brain work through what he had just seen, and to deal with how his body was responding to the overwhelming sensual aura he was being subjected to, he was also looking forward to the challenge that lay ahead of him. He did not see it coming, so his eyes opened in shock and puzzlement as he felt a hand rub against his shaft and a set of lips nibble on his earlobe. " N'inquiétez pas mon joli poney, vous serez bientôt emmenés assez à votre écurie," He looked to the side and saw Sophie grinning at him as she rubbed his cock and kissed his ear. A fine stallion like you, will be bartered for and taken to a prepared stable for you to show your skills." She winked at him and caressed his cheek, smiling at the bit gag still strapped in his mouth. "I will keep an eye out for you as I can," she promised, as the bodyguard moved closer to them. "But for now, this one must make her way back to the tables." She kissed his cheeks and squeezed his balls softly and leaned close to whisper in his ear, " Ne vous inquiétez pas, aimez la promenade." With those parting words, she spanked his ass firmly and again disappeared into the crowded room. He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent and catching his breath from the short burst of energy she had fed into him while she was there, then he felt a tugging at his feet, and as he opened his eyes and looked down, he saw the bodyguard motioning for him to spread his legs open wider. As he obeyed the guard, he saw the shackles being locked around his ankles, keeping him from being able to close his legs, and making any reactions in his body, more noticeable to those walking by, or even easier for those who wanted a closer inspection, to see if the aura of the room had ignited the fires inside his soul. As the bodyguard slipped back into the darkness, he flexed his muscles and stretched as best he could, trying to keep his heart calm and his breathing pattern even. The simple action of chaining his ankles apart so he could not bring his legs together, seemed to make his body more alive and hard as he could not now hide himself from any who saw his excitement. He bit down on the gag and tried to relieve the ache in his jaws and he leaned against his arm to try and wipe the drool that had slipped out of the corner of his mouth. As he sighed and settled back into place, he whinnied nervously as he watched the people stroll by, some looking at him, others looking up at the girls dancing in the cages, and he looked around for something to distract him from the mindset he was slipping into. Time seemed to have stopped for him as he stood there chained to the pillar and watching a scene of sexual aggressiveness that would have made the Roman orgies of days gone by, stop to take notes. The place seemed designed to reach into your soul and either bring your slave soul to the surface or the Dominant side of your heart that loved to take the power and use it for the pleasure it would bring. As his eyes wandered the room, he sensed her, before he caught sight of her, leading a trio of girls behind her as they were working their way in from the front of the club's entrance. He turned to look as much as he could and found himself watching them as they worked their way through the crowd. The one who was in front, was African American, medium height and poured into a dress that would have made Elvira, Mistress of the dark, envious of. But in this case, the lady and dress were both Black and both stunning. Her outfit hugged all the curves in the right spots, and the aura she gave, seemed to literally push people out of her path. The other 3 women, one Asian, one black and the third girl Caucasian, followed behind her. They were all wearing collars, hands cuffed in back of them and each ones leash being held casually by the dark beauty as she led them into the club and along one of the halls. They paused from time to time as the Mistress stopped to inspect the people chained to the walls, and as she mover through the room, he noticed that her eyes seemed to linger longer over the people secured to the pillars. The club management seemed to act like she was one of the VIP's, as he heard more noise from the bodyguard's walkie talkie as orders were snapped to prepare the suite for the Lady and her girls, and that the global cages were to be brought into the private auction room, as 3 new females were being brought in for the event. He saw someone who looked like one of the managers of the club hustle over to the Fab four as he thought of them, pause to kiss the hand of the Mistress and leaned in close to make sure his welcome was heard while the rest of the club continued to party into the night. He stretched and leaned back against his pillar as he continued to watch the group make their way towards where he was secured. He noticed that as they paused to inspect certain play areas or people chained to the other pillars, She would look into the faces and study what she saw intensely. The girls who followed behind her, were letting their eyes wander all over the place as the music and atmosphere of the club seemed to ignite a sense of nervous anticipation in all 3 of them. Each girl would pause and look at certain things when the Mistress would stop, and then at a tug on their leashes, their attention would turn quickly back to the Lady in charge as they continued to journey down the hall, trailing their Mistress, who when not examining the people she saw along the way, was listening to the club manager explain what would be going on in the other part of the club. They reached his pillar and at first he looked down, but as he heard the girls whispering to themselves, he found himself looking up into the probing brown eyes of the Dark Angel who stood before him, studying him from head to toe. He found himself unable to look away from those searching eyes, and it felt like his soul had been brought to the surface for examination. She caressed his cheek and leaned in as if she would kiss him, but then she turned his head to one side and he heard her take a quick sniff of his scent and she then lightly kisses his neck, near the carotid artery and growled softly in approval as if she liked what she had found. "Well now what do we have here?" She smiled as she stepped back to get a better look at him. "He was brought in on collar and leash by one of our couples and left here for other possibilities Mistress," the manager replied as she walked over and unbuttoned his shirt to the waist and pulled back on the material, opening him up for a closer look. She turned to her girls and smiled that dark smile of hers, which caused the girls to go silent and pay strict attention to their Mistress. "Aisha, Beauty and Cameron," she said as she looked at the Asian, the black and the white girls, nodding as they dropped to their knees and lowered their heads while awaiting further instructions. "Left leg, between legs, and right leg," she said as she pointed to him. "I wish to see how he looks with you." The girls quietly moved into place, Aisha the Asian knelt in front of his left leg and extended her cuffed hands over her head, where the club aide, locked them to a chain that had been secured around his waist. Beauty, knelt between his legs, extending her hands up, as the aide locked them onto the chain and settled into place, looking up with hopeful eyes to see if she had pleased her Mistress. Cameron then moved to his right leg and knelt in front of it as her sister had done on his left leg and she too extended her hands up and the club aide locked them to the chain at his waist. The aide then stepped back to the Dark Angel's side and asked, "Does this meet with your approval Lady Pandora?" Pandora stepped back to study the group. She knew her girls and how she had trained them, they always made anything look better. But she paused as she looked at the man in the center. She had probed his mind and found something different from what she had sensed in the others they had passed along the way. The blood type, she was not sure of yet from her initial scenting of him, but there was something different in this one. She licked her lips thoughtfully as she nodded to the aide, then moved in to run her hands over the chest of the male in front of her. "Do you like my pets, boy?" Her voice flowed smoothly over his senses and into his soul. He had to swallow hard as the scent of all the women around him, along with the penetrating eyes of the Mistress seemed to strip him naked, even mostly clothed as he was. She leaned in and whispered, "Charlie had his angels, Dracula had his brides, and I have my pets." She smiled at him as her hands examined his chest and her nails raked his skin, causing him to inhale deeply. When his eyes opened from the sensual rush that was almost more then he could bear, he found she had leaned into whisper something into his ear. "My pets are about to please me in another part of this club." She growled softly as she bit down on his earlobe and felt the shudder ripple through his body. "If they do well in the cages, they will need a treat to reward them for the hard work they are about to perform for their Mistress." Her hand gently slid down his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in it's wake as she reached between his legs and found what she was looking for. As she squeezed down, she whispered, "perhaps it is you I will feed to them as reward for what they will endure for me." He heard the girls begin to beg their Mistress for the treat as she leaned in and sucked one of his nipples into her mouth and bit into it. The shock of her actions stunned him more then the bite, as he gasped, moaned softly and felt her sucking on his hardened nipple while her hand continued to play with his manhood, bringing it to full attention and igniting an ache of pain and desire inside him. She stepped back, licked her lips as she watched him sag in his chains. She smiled as she looked down at her pets, seeing them reactive and knowing them as she did, she knew the sexual fires inside each one had been lit, not only from what was to come, but at the thought of having a treat they all could feed on. She nodded to the aide,who began to release the girls from their chained positions around him, and looked at him, and saw how his body had responded. She could almost hear the blood rushing through his veins as his body betrayed how he had been rolled by the scent and the girls, yet She still saw a firm eye meet hers as she leaned in and kissed him then whispered softly in his ear. "Of course, I do reserve the right to take you for myself and enjoy you, then maybe I will feed your remains to my pets after I am content." A uncertain look crossed his face as he studied the Dark Angel, trying to understand what She had said to him. The pets all smiled at him and blew kisses to him as Lady Pandora turned away and nodded to the aide, who pointed to the elevator off to the side. They licked their lips as they studied him, excited at the possible treat the Mistress had promised them. Then they squealed softly as the tug on their leashes reminded them, that they still had their own challenges ahead of them. He watched them moving off into the elevator and sagged in his chains as the scent of the women still lingered in the air. "What in the world have I gotten myself into?" he wondered as he stretched and tried to work the strain out of his body, the cool room air still flowing across his chest, chilling yet keeping his body aching with wonder and the nervous energy of not knowing what as to come next. He leaned back against the pillar, seeking to calm his spirit and brace his body and soul for what yet night happen. |
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