Dirty Dozen- P.L.A.Y.- tales of sexual savagery and Daddy's Girl (Dirty Dozens)

by Aaron Evans

That earned me another smack on my sore ass, although this one was a bit less fierce.

  “Good girl. But don’t just say what you think we want to hear.”

  They made me crawl through the darkened room. I couldn’t bring myself to look into the velvety shadows, but the club seemed quiet. I knew there must be people here, however. Spoilz was never completely dead.

  “I’ve always liked this stage.” I looked up then, feeling my breath catch and my pussy clench. They had prepared well.

  There was a leather bench in the middle of the stage, angled like a wedge. I could see the restraints in its sides. My ass would be in the air while my face was to the floor. Behind the bench, against the wall, I could see dozens of hanging instruments, from tawses and flails to strap-on dildos. There were candles lining the wall behind them. They cast a soft light, flickering over the stage.

  “Pull my puppy up.” Autumn’s voice was steel. Lydia pulled on the leash and I quickly rose to my knees, my hands in front of me, like a begging dog.

  “That’s a good girl.” Autumn’s tone was sweet again. She took a single step to get to me. Her lithe fingers caressed my chin, lifting my face to look at hers. Her green eyes were brilliant.

  “Natasha, this is your last way out.” Her tone was serious, yet gentle. She wasn’t being either cruel or kind. “I know what you say you want, but this is where the final line is drawn. If we take you onto that stage, it will be as Master Victor’s slave. We will use you. We will hurt you. You won’t be a little writer who can go home after a date.” She winked at me. “You give up the right to say ‘no’. Is that what you want?”

  I held her gaze as well as I could. She was beautiful, but dangerous. “Yes, Mistress Autumn.”

  She crouched down to a knee, and our faces were inches apart. Her breath smelled like sweet apples. “This isn’t a light choice, honey. I need to know you are certain.”

  “Yes, Mistress Autumn, I am.” My breath caught. We held gazes for a long moment.

  Her eyes were like dazzling green stars.

  She stood and pulled her skirt up. Of course she wasn’t wearing panties; Master Victor’s girls weren’t allowed them as a general rule.

  “Show me, little puppy.”

  I buried my face in Autumn’s pussy.

  She tasted like sweet wine, like syrup and rum. She was wet before my mouth found her, and her juice glazed over my face, mixing with Lydia’s. She gasped prettily, and then pulled my head away. I looked up at her. Now, however, her eyes were on Lydia.

  “Take her up.”

  Lydia wasn’t gentle. If I hadn’t moved quickly, I’m certain that her quick tug would have half-choked me.

  “Come on, little whore. You still owe me.” I climbed the small stair to the stage, and let her lead me to the padded bench.

  “Thank you, Mistress Lydia.” She looked at me, her eyes cold.

  Then they were cuffing me to the bench, the metal heavy on my wrists and ankles. Even though I had just acquiesced, I felt tears threatening to spill when the last loud click locked my ankle into place. It was finished now. The girl I was, the woman who could have said ‘no’ was gone.

  “Let’s get you started with these.” Lydia was holding clover clamps, twisted things of Master Victor’s design. I had felt them on my skin before, only a few moments at a time. The spring within them was intense.

  At the sight of them, the tears that threatened now welled. “Please.” I don’t even know what I was begging for; I had given up the right to say ‘no’. I only knew how badly those wicked clamps hurt. My nipples would be sore for days.

  Lydia smiled at me. “I’ll take them off of you after I come, slut. Be a good little puppy, and you shouldn’t have to wear them long.”

  I tried not to cry out as she fastened the clamps onto my pink nipples. I failed.

  I hissed my breath in as the first one bit my skin.

  “Ow. Owowow...” I bit my lip as the second one clamped down. Despite the agony, I felt my pussy getting wet.

  I wish I hadn’t seen Lydia smirk, or heard Autumn chuckle. It made it worse. This wasn’t Master Victor’s loving hand. They really were going to use me, just to get off on my pain and tears.

  Lydia lay down on the stage in front of me, pushing herself towards my face. For a moment, I marveled at all the rings Master Victor had put in her labia.

  Then, her scent washed over me, like a tide of honeysuckle and sweet attar of roses.

  Lydia was, of course, still wet. I tentatively licked, whimpering from the pain on my poor nipples. She was delicious, thick and sticky. I felt her fingers in my hair.

  “There we are,” she crooned. “This is what you are for, little puppy. This is why God gave you a mouth.” Slowly, rhythmically, she began to fuck my face, and the pain in my nipples faded as endorphins began to course through me.

  Then there was Autumn.

  “Master Victor spanked you well last night, little pet. I can still see his marks.” She caressed my back, trailing fingers delicately across my skin. I tried to arch my ass, tried to show her how wet I was, but the shackles were holding me as “arched” as I could possibly be. Still, she understood what I wanted. I felt one manicured fingertip trace itself though the heavy wetness of my pussy.

  “No. Not yet puppy. I have another idea.”

  There was a gentle pinch, right in the middle of my back. It wasn’t anything fierce, just a low throb where she gathered a bit of skin and pinched it. She held it in place with a clamp of some kind, but I couldn’t see what it was. A clothes pin? A paper binder?

  “No, little whore. You ignore her.” Lydia ground my face into her sweetness, pressing my tongue deep into her. I felt Autumn pinch a second bit of skin, about an inch away from the first.

  “Is my puppy taking care of you, Lydia?” I could hear Autumn’s smile.

  “She…she has a lot to learn…” Lydia clenched her fingers tightly, pulling my hair. “Yes. Right there, you pretty little bitch. Eat my pussy. Lick my clit like a good little whore.”

  “Do you like being treated this way, Natasha?” Autumn’s voice was casual as she pinched three more spots on my back. She was closer to my ass now, making a curving line.

  “Mmmm...” I made no attempt to stop eating Lydia’s pink sweetness. She was smearing her come on my face, and I loved it. I loved the way she raised her hips and fucked my mouth. I loved that she was using me for her pleasure. It was almost enough to make me forget the clenching pain in my nipples, or the fact that my wetness was dripping down my thighs.

  “That’s a good girl.” She added another two, now right on my ass. That was starting to hurt; my poor cheeks were still tender.

  “Master Victor offers a unique kind of freedom, Natasha. We just need to make certain you deserve it.” Her finger traced itself through my wetness, and I sighed into Lydia’s pussy.

  Then, one of the clamps was on my pussy lips. I tensed and tried to cry out. That hurt. Lydia seemed ready, however. She buried my face in her pussy, where I whimpered and cried. Without remorse, Autumn placed a second one on me.

  “Such a good girl. I’m so close.” Her husky voice was like music. “Fuck... fuck. You dirty little whore. Eat me.” Her hips were frantic.

  “Seems like you might be doing a good job, puppy.” Autumn placed more of the clamps, now again on my upper back. My poor nipples were screaming, and the two clamps she had on my labia were torture, but I hungrily ate Lydia. Making her come was what would make this all stop.

  I hoped.

  “I’m getting close, little puppy.” Her breath came faster. “Your mouth is covered in my juice. Oh goddamn. You’re drinking my pussy. I’m going to use your pretty mouth and…”

  Her hips jerked then, once, hard. She gasped, and then pulled my face up, briefly. Her eyes were in a haze. She sat up and drew an arm back. Lydia full slapped me in the face.

  Autumn laughed.

  “Watch your teeth, bitch.” Lydia’s voice was a hiss.

  Then her han
ds were back in my dark locks, and she was fucking my face. I focused on her clit, feeling her pussy get wetter and wetter as I did. She moaned and sighed. She called me a good little fuck toy, and told me I was her slave. As Autumn placed more clamps down my back and on my ass, Lydia told me that if Master Victor would let her, she would use my mouth every day for the rest of my life.

  Then, Autumn was placing more of the clamps on my pussy, on my lips, and one squarely on my clit.

  I began to cry in earnest, bawling as I ate Lydia’s sweetness.

  The pain was overwhelming. It wasn’t the sudden, sharp fire of being whipped; this pain was relentless. Autumn needed to do nothing but watch me whimper and cry as the clamps bit into my skin.

  “Your tongue is mine, little whore. Drink me. Get drunk—” Lydia's voice hitched once, and collapsed into a long, wordless moan.

  “NNNNNnnnnnggg yes!” She was holding my head, still grinding against my mouth.

  “Are you ready to come, Lydia?” Autumn’s voice was musing.

  “Yes, Mistress Autumn. Please, Mistress Autumn.”

  For a moment, my pain was forgotten as I thought about how pretty Lydia’s voice was when she begged.

  “Come then, Lydia. Use this whore’s face and come.”

  Lydia began to scream. Her hips bucked like an ocean in storm. I tried to stay on her clit, but it was impossible. She screamed and swore and squirted on my face. I couldn’t tell if she was laughing, crying, or had gone insane.

  Then, Autumn yanked the clamps from my tits, and I screamed.

  She laughed. “That’s not all, little puppy.” Suddenly, every clamp on my back was torn off of me, carving a path of white fire all the way from my shoulders to my pussy to my clit. They had obviously been tied together. I screamed a second time, blotches of fire all across my body. I almost blacked out as the pain tore through my sore pussy lips.

  Then as I was collapsing, Autumn was fucking me.

  “Is that what you needed, little puppy?”

  “God. Oh, fuck me. Yes Mistress Autumn. Please. I need you Ineedyou…” The pain faded into endorphins and bliss. My entire body shuddered. She sank her ‘cock’ into my pussy with one quick thrust.

  “Do you like my cock, little whore?”

  “Y..yes Mis…mistress.” My voice was a staccato. She was stretching my pussy, mercilessly pounding me. It was like thunder inside my body. I slowly began to babble, to beg, even to cry. My tears weren’t in pain this time; I was overwhelmed by the tongues of pleasure that coursed through me. Autumn’s fuck was tender and fierce. She was relentless. She was a night with no moon or stars.

  I was mewling and drooling on the floor. It was so different than being fucked by a man. A man always holds back, just a touch, trying not to come too soon. Autumn didn’t have to worry about that. She simply hammered away at my body, and there was nothing I could do but take her.

  I don’t remember Lydia cradling my head but she did, stroking my hair and murmuring obscenities to me. My entire world was focused on Autumn’s relentless cock. I felt her hands holding my ass still as she pounded into my wetness, again and again, while I shuddered and moaned and sighed.

  “I…I’m going to come so…soon, Mistress.” Lydia was kissing me then, her mouth like butterfly wings.

  “Do you think you deserve to come, little bitch?” I couldn’t answer with Lydia’s mouth on mine, so I simply whined in desperation. Autumn chuckled.

  “She took good care of me, Mistress.” Lydia stopped kissing me for a moment, looking at my face. “She has done everything asked of her.”

  “Please.” I was looking at Lydia, angling my tear streaked and come covered face towards her. She smiled gently.

  “Fine.” Autumn’s nails dug into my ass and she began pounding me faster. “Come, little whore. Let me hear what you sound like when you’re being fucked.”

  I was beyond words, beyond reason. Autumn’s cock pushed deeper into me than any man ever had. My pussy was spasming around it, clenching and soaking it. Wetness ran down my legs as Lydia’s soft mouth kissed me again.

  I began to moan, to whine, to scream. There was nothing in the world except for Autumn’s hard cock. I worshipped her, anointed her cock with my water and salt as I cried and begged. It was like staring into the sun.

  Lydia cradled my head, whispering secrets that I would never remember. Pleasure seemed to stretch into forever.

  It was over far too soon.

  2

  It should have been a grand moment when I took Master Victor’s collar, full of cymbal crashes and lights from heaven. Instead it was a quiet moment, a simple one. Lydia was still stroking my hair. I could still smell the sweetness of her. It was the only smell in all the world.

  “You did well, little puppy.” Autumn kissed me on my cheek. It seemed as if she was so far away, as if the world was a distant speck. I tried to speak, but still didn’t have my words. I felt her unlatch my ankles, then my wrists. Gently, Lydia lifted up my head, and I felt Autumn slip her collar from around my neck. She replaced it with another. It was slender, with a ring in the front.

  “Master Victor will be here in a couple of hours. His guests will arrive sooner.” Autumn caressed my back and I felt gooseflesh run along my skin. “We need to have you ready for them, little puppy.” She ran a finger along my face, which was covered in tears and mascara and Lydia’s come. “You need to be presentable.”

  “Yes, Mistress Autumn.”

  Now the two were angels of mercy, gentle souls who carefully ushered me into the back of the club. They let me have some time in the hot tub with a glass of wine before taking me to the showers. Lydia washed my skin, carefully going over me, inch by inch; to make sure I was properly shaven. I sighed at her gentle touch.

  “You are an eager little thing, aren’t you?” Lydia grinned at me, and then kissed me on the mouth. Her lips were so soft. Her fingers danced their way across my water-beaded breasts. I arched my back and bit my lip. It was hard to believe I was ready again, but I was. I wanted to please her, to make Lydia come for me, right here in the shower.

  “None of that.” Autumn’s voice was distracted, but still authoritative. “We need to show Master Victor’s new pet tonight. We can’t have you tiring her out.”

  Lydia pouted for a moment, and then smiled. “Yes, Mistress Autumn.”

  “Wash her hair and get her out here. We have work to do.”

  In all my fantasies of coming into Spoilz for the first time, I had been a veritable goddess—all of my makeup perfect, my hair styled just so. Now, Lydia and Autumn were working to make that vision a reality. It was apparent that they had done this before. I was like a doll, sitting quietly while they went through all of their different options.

  When they were finished, even I was stunned.

  My bruises were covered very well. In the darkness of the club, I doubted anyone would even be able to see them. Autumn had chosen a deep, sensuous red for my lips, with heavy mascara and eyeliner to contrast against my fair skin. Lydia had my hair up, a bundle of curls and swooping locks; I didn’t even know how she had accomplished it. Between the makeup and the hair, I looked like I was ready to walk down the red carpet at a Hollywood premiere.

  Except that I was naked, wearing nothing more than Master Victor’s slender black collar. I stood in front of a mirror, gaping at myself.

  “Beautiful.” I couldn’t stop smiling.

  “As you should be.” Autumn adjusted a lock of wayward hair. “Tonight, we will be introducing you to some of Master Victor’s most important business clients. They haven’t even been here before.” She smiled wickedly. “You will be their first experience of the club.”

  Of course.

  I wasn’t being dressed to come in with Master Victor, a goddess on his arm as he wittily chatted with customers. No. I wilted, just a bit.

  “None of that, pretty puppy. You are the star attraction tonight. Master Victor was very explicit about what he expects to see when he arrives.”


  “He’s coming?” My heart rose. Autumn hadn’t been as cruel as I feared, but I missed Master Victor.

  She looked at me one long moment, and then nodded. “Not right away. We have to entertain his guests, first, but he will be here later.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Be a sweetling, and sit a bit. Lydia and I have to get ready as well.” She caught my gaze and held it, her green eyes dangerous. “It’s going to be a truly unique night.”

  3

  They were both stunning. Autumn wore a slinky black dress and stiletto heels. Lydia was garbed in a green wisp of a thing that set against her auburn hair very nicely.

  Apparently, I was the only one to be nude.

  Autumn had her leash again, and attached it to my collar. I started to drop to my knees, but she shook her head.

  “Not this time, little pet. Stay behind and between us. Look at the floor, speak only when spoken to, and do as you are told. Do you understand?”

  I nodded. My voice was little more than a whisper. “Yes, Mistress Autumn.”

  “Good girl.”

  They led me out from the back. Now, I could hear bustling and movement in the kitchens. A serving girl wearing a short black skirt stopped and kissed cheeks with Autumn, but did not do so much as favor me with a glance. Then we were out of the service area, and I could see that the tables were starting to fill up.

  Spoilz was part erotica show and part BDSM club. You could either bring your submissive to the club and rent a stage, or you could simply come, drink, and watch other people be tormented and fucked. This evening there were already small groups of people around various stages.

  It was early yet. This promised to be a busy night.

  Autumn knew exactly where she was going. She walked me over to a table of four impressive-looking men, who were playing a game of cards and drinking.

  “Piotyr!” She was all smiles and bubbly laughter as the man stood. She offered her hand, and he kissed it. “Such a gentleman.”

  The dark-skinned man nodded at her. He had an accent I could not place. “Any man would be gentle for such a beautiful woman.”