Red Ribbon Special

Red Ribbon SpecialCh 1 – Hell No”No Marnie. I wanna know why! I know they get better tips when they wear them. Why won’t you let me?””I told you why.” Marna states dryly, ignoring Shae’s pleading gaze. Pressing save on her document, she puts it in an email titled ‘Mirror, Mirror’, and presses send. Shae spies the recipient, Joe Paulson, the advertising guru for their traveling show, and tucks it into memory. Marna closes her laptop and moves on to a stack of paperwork on her table.”This isn’t fair! I work just as hard as they do. I watched Seran, Pippa and Toni make at least $200 more than me in Barton last week, because of those damn ribbons. The rest of us were far lighter. I watched it happen. Don’t bother denying it again.””I won’t. They’re my long time girls, and they DO work harder than you. You’re not cut out for what they do. You’re a beautiful dancer, enchanting performer, perfect for your part, but you don’t wear the red ribbon.””Look, I’ve got bills to pay, c***d support in particular, if I want to see my son, tuition money to raise if I ever want more than belly dancing and burlesque. I can’t get by on the tent tips! Give me a chance. I want in on the Mirror House.”Marna’s laughter bursts out, overflowing the small RV. “She wants the Red Ribbon and the Mirror House, all in the same day. Girl, you’re definitely good for a laugh. Maybe we can upgrade you, to clown. The answer is no. Now get the hell outta my trailer and go rehearse. Showtime is in 5 hrs. Chop, chop.”A defiant look crosses Shae’s face. The sound of Marnie’s laughter and her utter dismissal press a button. “Cunt.” she thinks sourly. Yanking open the door handle, she stomps down the steps, slamming the flimsy screen behind her. “If you won’t let me, I’ll do it my damn self.” she mumbles as she sets off in search of Joe.___Ch 2 – The RideJoe Paulson lifts a heavy duffle into the back of his black 2016 Ram 2500, and slides it in with the other gear in the bed. Grabbing the ratchet strap, he pulls and begins tightening down the heavier parts of the load, muscles standing out on his thick arms as he cranks. Shae watches him for a moment. Well over 6 foot, broad shoulders, short black curls, smooth muscled, chocolate skin, “…and sweet as pie, until there’s trouble. Damn he’s fine,” she thinks. “I hope this works.”Shae walks toward Joe, light brown ponytail swinging in time with the bouncing of her perfectly round C tits and curved ass. Prancing off her goods, she heads for him, arms out. “Joey!” She calls, with a sweet smile. Joey drops the ratchet strap and smiles back, turning towards her as she wraps her arms around his middle. Her cleavage gives him a little kiss from her low cut tank. “I can feel her nipples. Fuck that’s hot.” He thinks, 24 year old mind in perfect sync with his 24 year old cock.”Hi beautiful. Break any hearts today?” Hoping he sounds cool, he lifts her a little, getting a nice feel of her soft tits on his body again. “Not yet.” She responds cheerily. Joe sets her gently on the ground, picking up the ratchet for a few more cranks. “I was wondering,” she pauses, batting her eyes a bit, “Are you headed to town right now?”Again, his cock sends a smile up to his face. “I wish.”, he thinks in his young ignorance. “Yes I am. Why? Would you like to sneak away with me?”, He tries it out, hoping she finds it cute at least. “Absolutely! That’s exactly what I want to do, sneak away with you.” She giggles and touches his muscled bicep, casually tracing her fingers on his skin, sending signals with her eyes. “I bet we could have a lot of fun together.” She winks.Lizard brain finally stroked to life, Joe’s face breaks into a grin. “Hop in sweetheart.” Let me tighten this other side, and we’ll head out.” Shae climbs in the passenger side and pushes up the console, taking the middle seat. She pulls down the driver’s mirror and checks her reflection. Makeup good, hair in place, she pulls her tits out a touch. “Gonna get some answers.” She thinks, “It’s the fun way at least.” Shae’s wanted to fuck him a while now, “He’s the shy type. Maybe I’ll teach him a thing or two.” Her pussy twitches at the thought. In many ways, Shae enjoys being first.___Driving down the dirt road, hip to hip Shea leans over and eyes Joe directly, then his crotch, “Can I see it, you know, for science?” She grins as she taps her nails on his right thigh. “What?!” He laughs, “What do you mean, for science?” Shae slides her nails up and down his thigh, passing from the cloth to the smooth skin at his knee. Joe shudders, enjoying the sensation. Watching his eyes, his boyish smile as he watches the road, she replies, “Everyone says black cock is the biggest. I’ve never got to play with one like yours. Only mixed boys.” Half innocent beg, half smirk on her face, he makes brief eye contact with her.Laughing loudly, Joe replies, “Honey, you don’t need science to do anything with my cock! Look all you like, but I warn you, its a very average 8 inches, hard.” Shea bursts out a giggle, “I don’t think that’s average Joey, but pay no mind. I’m 5’4, couldn’t take much more.” Joey wraps his arm around her shoulder squeezing her, then leaving his fingers to trace her arm. “We rhyming now?” he asks as Shae reaches down and unsnaps his jeans. Zzzzzziiiippp. Joe’s trimmed thatch and semi-hard, uncut cock nearly pop straight from his cargo shorts. “Oh! No panties. Very sexy.” Shae teases, releasing the tip of his head from its fabric prison, tracing her nails along his exposed thighs, enjoying his shivers. “Can I touch it?”, her cute request. “You can do anything you like to it. Like, literally anything.” he replies exuberantly.Shae laughs again, “You should be careful who you say that to. Intentions are pervasively invisible.” Taking Joe’s semi-hard cock in her left hand, Shea spits in her right and begins gently massaging and stroking Joey. He lets out a quiet moan and struggles to keep his eyes focused on the road as Shea tends his rod, sometimes revealing and teasing his sensitive head, sometimes massaging it in its sheath. His strong thighs flex under his shorts as he feels the urge to thrust into her groping hold. Swerving a bit as he flexes into her again, she giggles and says, “Maybe we should pull over for a minute.”Pulling to the side, Joe drives his truck just past the treeline, into the woods bordering the dirt road. Park engaged, Shea leans in and pulls Joe’s shorts to his ankles. She slides off her tank leaving her luscious breasts popping from their thin flowered satin housing. Joe rests his arm across her back, rubbing and squeezing her flesh with his strong fingers, working his way to her short skirt, towards the lovely scent of her cunt. Ass up, face down, Shae gives him cute batting lashes as she wraps her mouth around his sheathed head.Slowly extending her warm, wet encroachment down the length of his now rigid cock, her slender back arches, pulling her needy cunt closer to his exploring hands. Joe easily reaches her wet, pungent pussy and begins to gently stroke her cleft. Massaging his cock, up and down with her tongue, Shae seals the vacuum and begins to pump Joe tightly, still keeping her steady pace, their chorus of moans filling the cab. Joe’s eyes close and his head leans back, as her steady, undulating mouth and tongue force his need to the front. Before it gets too close, Joe grabs Shae by her hair and quickly pulls her mouth away.Panting heavily, Joe says, “You’re too beautiful pretty momma. I just need a second.” He smiles sheepishly at her. “I was guessing about 20 seconds. I’m right there with you sexy.” She pants, encouraging him with a smile as her pussy aches for his lovely dark meat. Catching his breath, Joe removes his shorts and tank, revealing his chiseled dark glory. Shae’s lust filled gaze is more than enough to re-spark Joe’s attentions. He reaches for her, holding her as he unsnaps her bra. “On your knees please?” Joe asks her. She kneels as he removes her skirt and panties, kissing her down her belly.Sliding back to the driver’s seat, Joe lifts her and pulls her on his lap as she angles herself around his muscled thighs and rigid cock. She rises on her knees, soft tits bouncing off Joey’s face as she positions herself over his stiff 8 inches. As she sits slowly, they moan together. It’s a snug fit. Finally, resting on his pelvis, she slides languidly up and down, gently coating them both in their juices. Thighs flexing and pressing into her, Joe suddenly grabs her hips and rocks her, hard into himself. She squeals, eyes glazed, as his strong muscle rubs her inner button, slamming it’s way to the end of her cave. The look on her face is all the encouragement Joe needs. He holds onto her hips and begins rocking her body into his, fucking her on his lap.Shae’s pussy begins to spasm and squeeze Joe’s raging cock as she cums hard around him, yelling her pleasure out to the deer and rabbits, hiding in the trees. Joe leans back watching her beautiful display, a look of half rage in his eyes revealing his primal mind.He soaks up her energy as he penetrates her applauding hole. His own need rising urgently with her release, he grips her sides, pulling her off his cock and onto the seat. He grabs her hips and sets her on her knees. Gripping a handful of her devolving ponytail, he pulls back on her hair as he thrusts himself inside, her tan arched back and dark locks twisted through his long fingers, painting exquisite memories in his young mind.Raging passion, unearthed from primal instinct ignites the pair as Joe begins to cum. Filling her tiny body like a bull, he encompasses her, arms over her shoulders, squeezing and thrusting into her, kissing and biting her in his powerful releasing. Entranced with the hotness of this shy boy’s feral charge, Shae grips and milks him a second time, synced in orgasmic appreciation.___Ch 3 – Truck QuestDressed and pulling back onto the dirt road, Shae snuggles close to Joe, holding his arm as he heads them towards town. He squeezes her and asks teasingly, “So, what did you learn about the mighty Nubian rod, for science?” She giggles and says, “I learned it’s top-notch, grade A, slightly larger than average, b**st cock, of which I need many more servings.” He laughs, turning up the radio a little for a song he likes. “I’ll take that.” He grins.”And what will you tell science about Native American pussy?” She asks, smiling coyly. “Wait. You’re Native American?” He chuckles. “Everyone just assumed, because of your show, that you’re, you know, ‘de dot’.” He taps her playfully on the center of her forehead. Bursting into giggles, she says, “Nope. My skin is red.””Looks brown to me.” He teases. “Just a really nice tan. I’m red underneath.” She retorts. They smile and fall into silence, both enjoying the song playing on the radio, the closeness they feel in their afterglow gently twining through their bodies. Minutes pass in comfortable silence. When they pass the sign: Ludlow 10 miles, Shae finally pops her question.”Hey Joey, what do you know about the Mirror House? I’ve been trying to ask Marnie, but you know how she is. I figure, you must know something,” she pauses a moment, “since you’re advertising for it and all.” She feels his body tense at her asking. “I know it’s a secret, private parties or something. I also know the red ribbons are part of it. I just need a few details, pretty please?” Her cute begging, belies the angst rising inside, desperate to know.Joe keeps his eyes on the road, gathering his thoughts. The Mirror House is the last place he wants to see Shea, especially now they could grow closer. Disappointing her, is not an option for Joe though. He digs mentally for something small to give her, something Marnie won’t can his ass for. “I’m not telling you everything. I really can’t Shae. You’re right about the ribbons though, the red ones. They’re a signal…” Shea cuts in enthusiastically, “For who will be in the Mirror House!”Joe’s face sobers a little at her excitement, “That’s part of it, yes. But Shea, really, you should stay away from there. The work isn’t…” He pauses, “…easy. It’s a special brand of hard work Shea. You have a really good following in the burlesque tent. I can help you expand your online presence, create some streams of revenue, if you need money.”Shae stares out the window smiling blankly, “Wow Joey. You’d do that for me? That would be awesome. Thank you.” Plan churning in her brain, Shae listens absently as Joe rattles off ideas bahis firmaları about how to make her some online income, while she nods and agrees, politely pretending to converse. Her mind is now fixed and focused on her one shot. Joe notices the absence inside her pretty gaze, and hopes to himself she’s not dwelling on things best left alone.___Joe pulls into a parking spot off the street and kills the engine. Opening his laptop, he types for a minute as Shae climbs out and stretches. She walks over to Joe’s side and leans on the truck, waiting for him to finish up. Minutes later, as he exits the truck, she wraps her arms around him, giving him her lips. He holds her, feeling her tits give him another kiss. Cock jumping against his shorts they each give a sly lusty smile to the other. “All right beautiful. Have fun shopping. I’ll see you back here in two hours.” He smiles and pulls her skirted ass, rubbing into her with his crotch. “I will be here, waiting with pretty new things!” She chirps, kissing him on the cheek as he releases her and presses lock on the truck remote.Joe begins walking down the sidewalk, as Shae starts off in the opposite direction. Four storefronts down, Joe turns and walks into a bar: the Broken Spoke, proudly lit in their window. Knowing Joe’s on business, not pleasure, she hurries back down the sidewalk and slips into the bed of his truck. Sideways, tits pressed against the passenger side panel of the bed, she covers herself in a tarp, opening one small section to the square tie hole, cut into Joe’s bed panel. Keeping herself small against the side of the truck, she watches for Joe to leave the bar. Ten minutes later, he exits the Spoke and walks to his truck, holding an envelope in his hand.He climbs in the cab and heads two blocks over, parking backward in a dirt lot. Outer view now obstructed, Shae waits for the sounds of his departure. Several long minutes later, she realizes, “He’s tapping on his screen. Did it at the last stop too.” Finally, the truck begins to sway as Joe grabs his things and slides out of the seat. Two chirps sound as he presses lock, approaching the paved road. Cue to rise, Shae slides silently out of the tarp and peeks through the back of Joe’s cab. Another bar, his destination, Shae turns and checks her phone for the time, taking a few moments of freedom from her dark, sweaty encasement. Sitting low in the truck bed, she watches for fifteen minutes until Joe emerges, thick white envelope standing out against the skin of his under arm.Quickly, gently, Shae slides back under the tarp pressing into her position as she waits for the next clue. Joe slides in his truck, starting it up and heads out of the dirt lot. Several minutes later, he rolls into a busier part of town. Shae smells the traffic, drenched in sweat under the dark fabric. “Gonna have to buy something to wear back.” She thinks as they pull forward from a light. Choosing a spot at the head of the street Joe parks, placing Shae’s little spy hole away from the action ahead. She waits impatiently, Joe taking his time on the laptop, her sweating the moments away in curiosity.Feeling the familiar sway of Joe’s exit, Shae listens impatiently for the chirps. Signal sounded, she slows her urgency and slides weightlessly from the tarp. Peeking around the cab, she sees Joe has taken them to the nightlife center of Ludlow. She counts 3 Strip clubs on this side of the street, a comedy club and several bars spread either side beyond. Joe’s first stop is Enchantment. A wicked grin lights her face, “I knew it. Recruiting for the show. I’ve fucking got this.” She scampers excitedly over the bed of the truck, certain she can find the apparel she needs in this part of town. Catching herself in the truck mirror, she giggles, “I need to clean up first.” Soot and grease from the tarp have soiled her a bit. She bounces down the street seeking a change of clothes, and she hopes, a change of destiny.___”Hey gorgeous, going somewhere?”, Joe asks, pulling up in front of Shae, brown skin glistening as his arm lazes out the window. “Oh hell yes! I’m going with you, handsome.” She smiles leaning in the window to kiss his cheek. He notices her new outfit, but says nothing, rubbing a hand across her tits as she leans in. Searching and tugging for her nipples he whispers, “If we didn’t have somewhere to be, I’d be working for science right now.” Shae leans in again kissing him deeply, as her second short skirt of the day, lifts above her panty line. Two old men across the street stop and stare for a moment. Joe watches from the corner of his eye, wondering, “Are they staring at her ass, or staring at us?” He lets her go and pats the seat next to him. As she bounces down the step-side, he notices red in her shopping bags, a lot of it. Worry crosses his face, but he quickly hides it with a warm smile, as she slides in the passenger side and scoots right next to him. He puts his arm around her and enjoys her company back to the site.___Ch 4 – Red Ribbon Special”Shae honey, hurry up. You’re on in 5.”, Toni calls through the small bathroom door. “No worries. A little costume thing. I’ll be right there.” She sits fully dressed on the toilet, screwing up her nerve. “Marnie’s gonna shit herself. Fuck. I can handle this.” She thinks smoothing down the fringe on her blood-red, half-length, satin corset, trimmed in black lace. Matching garters connected to sheer, shimmering red stockings are met in the middle by a red satin thong also trimmed in the black lace pattern. Lips shaded exactly to her corset, blood-red, her makeup is carefully toned to her tan skin. A red ribbon is laced through an intricate web of dark braids on top of her head, while the rest of her locks hang curled and loose below. The crown jewel in her costume is an intricately woven, thick black leather choker placed over a wide, red satin ribbon, tied in a bow around her neck .”I can grind on handsy jerk wads in the dark. Hell, I’ll give em a tug if they slip me a benji. You can fuck yourself Marnie. I’ve got this.” She talks herself up one last time, then opens the bathroom door. Toni sweeps by grabbing her arm and pulling her along. “Two minutes left sweethea…”, Her voice trails as she gawks at Shae’s costume, still rushing them both toward the stage. “What the fuck, little girl?!”, Toni asks, gripping her arm sharply. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Toni’s expression passes between anger and concern as she moves Shae to her spot, giving her one final checking over. “Sometimes, you have to grab the bull the horns. I’m ready to ride Toni.” Shae speaks confidence out loud, feeling it pass over her, reminding her of her strength. “Problem is pork chop, you don’t know what the fuck you’re riding.” Toni looks at her with what seems like pity. Shae brushes her off and looks ahead focusing on her performance. Walking into the dark behind the scenes Toni calls back, “Better hope that b**st don’t stomp you to death. Good luck darlin.”___Shae revels in the connection she feels as she begins her first dance, starting with a belly number to draw them in. Group performance already over, the large tent is nearly full. She truly feels the desire she exudes toward the panting patrons. Their eyes, consuming her flesh, she feels awakened to her sexual power. She moves and flexes, showing them the workings of her agile body, as tips begin filling her large jar at the stage. Hungry horny eyes start to fill the standing area near the front, as Shae sirens them with her art. When she pulls her breasts atop the corset, a chorus of cheers explode from the small space. She grins widely, swinging and bouncing her breasts to their leering ruckus, absorbing their attraction to feed her addiction. Energy buzzing through her veins, body twisting in the air, Shae sees Marnie push inside the tent. Not missing a step, Shae shoves down her nerves, avoiding Marnie’s gaze as she moves and thinks it through across the stage, working the patrons. Noticing the overflowing tip jar, Shae’s confidence soars. She looks from the money, to Marnie, tossing her an arrogant smirk as she catches the old woman’s eyes.Marnie returns her gaze, stone-cold eyes glaring holes into Shae. Arms folded across her ample chest, Marnie’s face grows sorrowful. “I got you bitch!” Shae thinks, still moving and flexing for her rowdy fans. Slowly shaking her head, Marnie tugs on Khan, a very oversized strongman and stand-in bouncer for their show, and whispers something to him. Finished speaking, Marnie turns away and leaves the tent. “Finally. Good Riddance.” Shae thinks hotly. “Money this good, she can’t let me go. I’m in.” She feels victorious energy surge through her as she dances and flips about the stage, savoring her success.___Body worn from her enthusiastic exchange, Shae’s mind still races as she sits on a blanketed hay bale, taking a rest in the night air outside the Burlesque tent. Pippa is on right now, then Seran, then Toni. She is uncharacteristically unconcerned with the other girls tonight, not bothering to watch their performances as usual. Her co-workers, friends really, are merely time markers for the main event. “All three are wearing the red ribbons tonight. Can’t start without them. I’ll go when Toni’s show starts” She thinks through her plan. Talking herself up, Shae works on her anxiety. She’s danced since she was little, but never on someone’s lap, never to create boner she could feel. “It’s not that big a deal. It might be fun to make them hard and leave em. Unless…”, Her mind mulls finally, on the lingering thought that perhaps there’s more than teasing. “Fuck it. I’ll do what needs to be done.” She thinks dismissively. Joe walks up to her, breaking her mental discourse. “Hey beautiful, you were amazing tonight!” He smiles and lifts her with a hug, setting her gently back on the bale and kissing her cheek. Smile lit at the sound of his voice, Shae returns his affection and holds his hand as he sits on the bale next to her. “I felt so energized and the crowd was awesome! Best show I’ve done in a while!’ she agrees, hugging his arm in her joy. Joe looks away from her, into the night sky and says somberly, “I notice you wore a lot of red tonight, including the ribbon.” Shae quietly looks down, kicking her feet against the hay bale. “Yes, I did. Wasn’t that the most beautiful corset? It fit perfectly and still showed some of my belly. Great find.” She feigns enthusiasm over the outfit.”You looked exquisite, a perfect vixen. Please don’t go to the Mirror House tonight. Please. We can find other ways to make you money, I swear!” Joe pleads with her.”If you don’t want me going, then tell me why!” Shae argues, feeling aggression at the constant push back she receives over the damn Mirror House. “I can’t talk about it Shae but I’m asking you to trust me. Don’t go.” He takes her hand and kisses it, a deep look of concern on his face.Shae jumps off the bale in agitation, “Enough with the ominous warnings and bullshit attempts to steer me away from a bigger cut. I know you’re my friend and you’re trying to help me in some way, but I’m doing this. Not you, Marnie, Toni or anyone else is going to stop me. I need money and there is money in that God damn mirror house. I’m going to get it.”Stomping off into the night, she leaves Joe, mouth hanging open, searching for any argument to bring her back, though he knows none will work. He sits on the bale awhile, agonizing over what she is about to endure.___Ch 5 – Mirrored EntryApproaching in the dark, Shae sees the blue neon sign of Mirror House: the word Private in smaller pink lettering below. It’s set far back on the lot, away from the other attractions, little light except the dim glow of the sign. Outlined at the entrance are Khan and Rupert, two of the troupe’s three strongmen. Shae walks toward them faking her calm, palms sweaty, nerves spinning, her face revealing nothing but her adorable smile, “Hi boys. Nice night.” She says casually. They both nod and smile at her, neither of them famous for their chit chat. “So, it looks like I’m working tonight. Just showing up. For work.” She giggles. Rupert looks at her, eyebrow raised and checks his clipboard. “You’re not on tonight sweetheart. Sorry. You’ll have to talk to Marnie about…” Rupert’s voice trails as Khan puts a hand on his shoulder and whispers in his ear.They stare at each other moment, sharing a look of concern. Rupert speaks up. “It seems I was kaçak iddaa mistaken. Khan will take you in. You’re a little early but I doubt there will be complaints. You need to be very sure before you step inside, lil miss. Once you’re in there, you work till the job is finished. Understood?””Yes.” Shae replies, confidence soaring now she has Marnie’s unofficial permission, if not blessing. Taking Khan’s arm, she walks up the steps and into the Mirror House.___Entering the first room, Shae takes in its features. Dim blue neon light, coming from above, casts color across the mirrored walls. A mirrored door to the next room stands shut, large square digital display above the doorway reading: 15:00. In the center of the room stands a tall wooden box on it’s end. Though unpainted and basic in it’s construction, it’s shape reminds Shae of a confessional booth. In front of it is a small wooden box with a hole cut in the tall box, just above. Written in red on white paper are several signs. To her right, hanging from the wall: Undress here. The second, on the floor in front of the small box reads: Kneel here. Her final instruction, placed above the hole in the makeshift booth says: Place mouth here.Shae quickly adds the clues, feeling sudden panic. In an instant, she sees how little she has thought this through, “A stranger’s cock is coming through that hole and I have to suck it.” Her mind numbly processes the situation as she stands in dumb shock. Khan’s strong hand rests on her shoulder and gently guides her to the first sign. Without word, he presses a remote in his hand as the display over the wall begins to count down.Rote response controls Shae’s body as she removes her corset, stockings and panties, placing them neatly on the floor near the sign. Willing herself forward, she bends and kneels in front of the box. A condom sheathed cock slides silently through the hole. Face leaning in, she catches a terrible smell coming off the cock, causing her to gag a little. “At least it’s wrapped.” She thinks as she moves in and takes the strange cock into her mouth. Initial enthusiasm lacking, she struggles to focus on giving good head, distracted by the awful smell and her own fear, mixing with a little regret. “Tick tock Missy. I paid good money for you. Put your mouth into it.” The squeaky voice from the box startles her as she feels Khan’s strong fingers gripping her hair. Feigning force, but remaining quite gentle, Khan presses her head forward, filling her mouth with rancid cock. Closing her eyes, her mind flashes to Joey’s thick rod in her mouth. Picturing Joey, sparks her libido a little as she begins to suck the mystery cock more enthusiastically. She works to ignore the shrieky moans of the box man and continues to imagine Joey as she swallows and massages with her tongue. Two minutes left on the timer, the mystery man cums hard in her mouth. She holds the condom with her teeth, making sure none of his rancid juice can escape as he thrusts his orgasm. “That was beautiful sweetie. I’ll be seeing you again.” The box man’s smarmy tone unnerves her. “I hope the fuck never.” She thinks, as she walks toward her clothes. Khan hands her a new set of lingerie. “This will be faster for you. I’ve taken your other garments and put them away. You did good, but brace yourself.” Handing her the fresh clothing, he politely turns his back as she dresses. “What am I doing? I should get the fuck out, right now.” She thinks as she dresses in the new lingerie, all red of course. Still revolting from the rancid cock she wonders, “How much did I make for that? I hope it’s worth it.” Dressed, she taps Khan’s’ massive shoulder. He turns around and takes her hand, leading them toward the next room. Box man squeaks out from his den, “I really loved those red lips! Can’t wait for your next show!” Shae shudders, walking on, wondering how much worse it can get, as Khan gently squeezes her hand. ___Ch 6 – Over BoardDarkness pervades the second room as Khan closes and locks the door behind them, the only visual input, a display over the far door reading: 45:00. Looking at the timer, Shae sinks a little. “Hope it’s not more cock sucking. My jaw’s still sore from box guy.” She worries, wiggling her aching mouth. Khan rustles in his pocket and suddenly a bright drop light turns on, hanging from the ceiling. Below it is a solid wooden chair, leather straps attached at various points. Shae feels a rush of terror struck adrenaline, eyeing the wicked chair. Looking at Khan, eyes begging for answers, a little clue at least, she thinks “What’s going to happen to me in that chair?” Khan smiles at her, a little sadly and presses the timer remote. She walks toward the chair and waits standing under the drop light.Countdown begun, a tall, skinny older man steps out of the shadows. Eyes of ice, his stare is cold and unnerving, as he approaches, viewing her up and down, never really looking in her eyes. He walks a full circle around her, inspecting as she waits nervously. “You’ll do fine muppet.” He announces from behind her, touching her shoulders. She complies as his icy grip forces her into the chair.Nerves on full alert, Shae trembles slightly as the man straps her body to the chair. He smiles and begins speaking to her as he lashes her still, “Yes that’s fine Sarah. Just fine to be nervous. You really should be now. Look where I’ve got you.” He giggles a little, continuing his one-sided conversation. “You thought you could betray me and just leave?! Well, you’re not going anywhere now, are you?” “No.” Shae replies, at an utter loss to discern the game this loon is playing with her. “Shut up cunt!”, He yells, slapping her face. “I’ll tell you when you can speak! Whore!” His words dig deep as she briefly contemplates the truth in them, but her anger far outweighs any self loathing. Turning within, she works on keeping her expression fearful. It seems to be his jam. The old man faces her, fully restrained and gives her a wicked glare. “Thought you could play me little girl. The tables have turned. It’s my game now Sarah. You’re going to learn.” He watches her intently as she feigns terror, managing to pop one tear down her cheek, bringing a light to his eyes. “Maybe this one won’t be so bad.” She thinks, enjoying the acting: getting one over on this weirdo.From behind, he pulls a latch on the chair, gears clicking as she feels herself reclining. Next, he places a dark cloth over her face. All she can see through the material is a black screen of dim light. Noises ensue around her as he prepares his bizarre fantasy. Shae can only wonder what he’s doing as she lays back enjoying the minutes of peace.Finally, he moves behind her again, bending down to her face. She smells the stink of his breath as he speaks, “You cannot escape me Sarah. I will always find you. I will always bring you back, and then you’ll have to pay. I hope you learn this time.” His voice is soft but stern. Placing a kiss on the cloth above her forehead, he disappears behind her. Lying still in the restraints, the old man’s talk beginning to bore her, Shae’s mind drifts to the truck, this afternoon, her beautiful, powerful moment with Jo…Drowning all thought but the present, Shae feels torrents of cold water rushing over her face, down the cloth. Instinctively, she yanks her hands toward the wet assault, abruptly halted by the leather straps. In panic, her energy directs to fighting the restraints as her mouth and nose take small amounts of water. Choking and gasping, her eyes light with terror as she feels herself downing. “Halt.” Khan’s rough voice barks and shortly the water stops. Choking and crying, desperate to remove the soaked rag, Shae continues struggling against the straps, until Khan’s strong hand, lifts the rag from her face, flooding her eyes with the drop light. She feels a towel being wiped across her face, then her head being turned. “Snort.” Khan commands. He holds the towel by her nose, and she tries to snort out the water in her nose and mouth, headache already beginning from the droplets deep inside. Khan rights her head, then leans in and quickly whispers into her ear. “Doing good baby. Keep him feeling strong. Remember. I will not let you drown.” Replacing the soaked cloth, Khan steps back to the corner of the room. “Resume.” He speaks as he presses on the timer remote. Breath puffing and sucking the black material, Shae tries to brace herself for another round. Instead, the old man walks to her side and removes her bra and panties, handing them to Khan. Clamps bite down as he attaches something to her nipples. It bites like a motherfucker, causing Shae to wince and gasp. She can almost feel his glacier vision soaking up her pain. Jumping, startled as his hand rests on her cleft, she feels a strong, sharp pulling on her nipples. She whimpers and squeals a little as he tugs harder. Tears soak into her rag when he finally lets go. Softly crying, she lays very still as he rests his hand on her mound again. He begins his sad monologue, “Sarah, this goes more smoothly if you do what you’re told. Are we learning that lesson yet? Go ahead and answer.” Sarah muffles meekly from under the rag, “Yes Sir.” The old man clicks his tongue, “No Sarah. It’s yes Gary. I’ll give you that one for free. Say it.””Yes Gary.” Shae speaks obediently, as she feels another clamp placed under her clit. Her breath quickens as she tries to work through the painful squeezing. Gary’s shoes plod to the space behind her. She hears herself whimper as the faucet squeaks on. Waves of cold terror wash her as cold water rushes through her wet mask. Choking and gasping for air again, her own wet scream bounces off the darkened mirror as Gary pulls on the clamps. Relentless tugging and twisting bites her most sensitive places with sheer agony, even louder than the voice screaming in her head, “I’m fucking drowning!”Sucking in, she pays for the scream with a load of water down her throat. Crying and choking, Shae restrains the urge to breathe through her nose, as her arms and legs strain at the restraints. Torn between choking, the feeling of drowning and the relentless twisting she cries in stuttering agony, until again she hears Khan’s gruff voice, “Halt.” The water stops, Shae’s choking sobs and the floor drain, the only audible sounds in the room. Black mask lifted, her eyes flood with light as she feels Khan drying her face and holding her as she coughs out the water.A click and her seat begins to clatter upright, Khan running the crank. Eyes adjusting, Shae squints at the timer: 11:23. “Ten more minutes.” She tries to calm her frantic mind. “Khan will keep me safe. I can do this.” Breath short and raspy, she slows her rapid pace and prepares for the next 10 minutes, “I have to do this.” She thinks gravely.Khan bends to her ear quickly giving her a word of encouragement. “You’re a pro, little one. Almost done. Prepare for the hard part.” An icy spike shoots through her belly at his words. He steps back to the darkness as Gary walks behind her again. “Resume.” Khan speaks, as the timer begins to count down. In short order, Shae is blasted again with a cold stream of water, this time shooting onto the back of her head, washing down her face and body, in an icy river.Breath huffing in the cold onslaught, Shae manages to feel grateful he’s no longer drowning her. Seconds of gratitude are cut short as she feels the painful pull and twist first on her nipples, then her clit, alternating her agony, like a sadistic puppeteer. Softly, she cries under the river of pain, inside and out. Noticing her bouncing sobs, Gary releases the clamp tethers, letting them dangle from her body. Stripping off his pants and underwear, he slides a condom on his rigid cock. “Fuck.” Is all Shae can say to herself. Hoping he was only interested in hurting her, her heart sinks as he approaches her and stuffs a thick cushion between her back and the seat, forcing her pussy forward, off the chair. On his knees, his cock is at the perfect height for the chair. “Jesus. He had this custom made.” She thinks wildly, trying hard not to contemplate Gary any further. Water pouring down her naked body, Gary grabs his tethers from the stream on her body and pulls viciously on the lines, as he forces his cock inside her. Chair gripped in one hand, lines in the other Gary telegraphs pain to Shae’s shivering sensitive places. She cries aloud as he slams himself into her cervix, tugging on her strings. kaçak bahis Unable to tolerate the onslaught, Shae hides in her mind. Body raggedly bouncing, flooded and brutalized, she closes her eyes and sees Joey, grabbing and pumping himself into her as he came this afternoon, biting her, kissing her. Desperately Shae loses herself in memory as Gary finally sheds his own need into the condom pressed deep in Shae’s pussy. Gary carefully pulls out the goopy wrapper, clearly quite concerned with contamination as well. He drops it into a can near the edge of the room, panting heavily, placing his hands on his thighs as he bends to catch a breath. The timer reads: 02:44 but Gary lifts his hand to Khan saying, “We’re good. You can untie her. You were a very good girl in the end Sarah. I will see you soon.” That spoken, he hobbles slowly through a hidden exit in one of the mirrored panels. As soon as Gary gives the word, Khan moves in and turns off the hose. He places a large, fluffy towel over Shae’s body, drying her face and smoothing back her hair. As she quakes from the pain and cold, Khan’s large fingers work quickly to unbuckle the dripping leather straps. Once freed, he ushers her to a cushion against a dark wall in the room. He hugs and rubs her naked body with the towel, warming her and drying her off. Reaching in his pocket he pulls out a snack bar and hands her a bottle of water. “Eat up. We’re half-way through this run. Two more and you’ll be through the maze k**.” He rubs her while she eats, then hands her a dry set of lingerie. Another red pair. “Why the fuck did I wear that God damn ribbon?” She asks herself remorsefully, wincing as the fabric brushes her nipples.___Ch 7 – Mindfucking MajestyEntering the third room, Shae’s first thought is the timer. She looks at the far wall and reads: 60:00. “Jesus! Fuck.” Her mind explodes with angst. “I barely made 45 minutes with the last one. I can’t do it.”, She thinks defeated, “I should just tell Khan I can’t do it. He’s been taking care of me. He won’t force me.” Flashing to Rupert’s warning and the moment with Khan’s hand on the back of her head, she realizes its time she stop assuming things, going off half cocked. She steels herself and looks around the room. The only light comes from candles arranged around a black velvet cushion, recessed in the center for a human body. Turning to Khan, she looks at him questioningly. “You’re to strip off your clothes and lay on that cushion, face up.” He looks at her impassively. “Well I figured.” She snaps back, finding a bit of her humor. No change to his face he says, “Watch out for the candles. They’re hot.” Shooting him a near smile as she strips off her clothes, she says, “I’ll be sure to do that.” And hands him the garments. Wincing slightly from the ache in her body, Shae makes her way to the center of the room. Stepping over the candles, she lies on the cushion. Khan steps back into the corner and presses the timer remote. Anticipation, fear and the start of exhaustion visit Shae in her bizarre bed, as she lies there waiting. The cushion is soft and bends to her body, quite relaxing after Gary. Closing her eyes, she lets herself rest. Shortly, she hears a solemn clicking on the wooden floor accompanied by a rustling scurry, shuffle maybe. Shae decides not to look but opens her eyes.Approached from above, Shae is shocked when her eyes lay on beautiful goddess, followed by a bizarre thing in a full black latex suit, no face, “gimp suit.” She remembers the name from the sex shop in town. It crawls and scurries on the floor behind the woman. “Is there a fucking person in there?” She wonders, fully disturbed by its odd movement. “I hope I’m not fucking that.” She thinks to herself. “Don’t worry. He won’t be taking you in the biblical sense darling, but he will be helping. My name is Charlotte for the night and what is yours dear?” Paused in minor shock, Shae repeats the question in her head. “I’ll bet I’m the first patron tonight to ask you that.” She states, face stone, inscrutable. “Someone gave me a name.” Shae speaks distantly. “Well let’s have yours this time. I’ll ask you once more, now you’ve had a chance to think on it. What is your name, girl?” Charlotte states firmly.”Shaellondra, uh, Shae.” She stutters back. The hard glint in Charlotte’s eyes tells Shae this will not be easy, but the conversation is a new twist and it makes her a bit hopeful. “Well Shae, I will tell you up front this is not going to be easy for you. I have manners, but I am about to break your mind and your body. I’m doing this because I like it and for no other reason. I’m paying for it, because your display in the tent communicated you have no restrictions, or to simplify, I’m paying so you can’t tell me no. Understand so far?””Yes. I understand Charlotte.” Shae nods, lying still, holding down her fear as she listens.”Good Shae. That’s very good. Now to my manners. Because of the terror you’re about to experience at my hand, I will give you the option to take a pill, once at the 30-minute mark and once at the end. This pill will make you forget the event, in a few hours or so, should it be more than you wish to process. Is that clear Shae?” “Yes Charlotte, it is. Thank you.” Shae responds, hoping subservience will earn her some deference. Charlotte steps back several paces in her red 6 inch stilettos, wearing an expensive and sensually formed red dress, revealing voluptuous double D breasts in two large, perfect mounds atop her tall curvy frame. Amazonian, comes to Shae’s mind as she stares in awe, at this commanding, blonde Queen. Awe cuts quickly to searing fear as Charlotte reaches behind her back sends a whip tail cracking into Shae’s belly. Screaming out her lashes Shae takes stripe upon stripe across the front of her, Charlotte nearly frothing with dark glee at Shae’s radiant pain and fear, that freakish hulking thing chittering and laughing at her, bouncing like monkey at it’s Mistress’s side. Minutes pass until Charlotte is satisfied, curling the whip and handing it to the gimp. Crisscrossed with countless welts, though surprisingly little blood, Shae cries softly and keeps her eyes on the ceiling, wishing herself far away. Shuffling scuffle sounds move toward her. Shae closes her eyes, not wanting to see it any closer. Squeezing tightly she swims in revulsion as it leans over her body, smelling of piss, breath rancid, sniffing and hovering over her naked form. She wants to punch it in the face and run but she forces herself to stay still.Sniffing and chuffing apparently ended, it places something smooth on the mound of her bare, raw pussy. Peeking her eyes open, she sees it’s a lit candle. It begins lining a row of them down the torn and welted center of her, triggering tiny shivers of disgust each time its latex skin touches hers, shaking the candles on her sore belly. It places them until they reach her breasts, then sets one more, nearby her head. Flickering candles arranged, it hobbles back to Mistress as Shae lays very still, tears now dried in trails down her face. Without warning, a very loud metal sound track fills the room with roaring angst. Charlotte’s voice still carries as she calls out, “Shitheads. Shake.” Hearing sounds in the floor under the velvet bed, Shae fears her mind is cracking, until she sees two rows of latex lined arms come up from the floor and wrap her body. It, having sidled unnoticed near to her head, places the final candle on her forehead. Holding her head as still as possible, Shae begins to scream as the army of gimp arms begin rocking her body back and forth, moving her just enough to splash the wax without toppling the candles. Hot wax sears and seeps over her welted skin as she screams, still holding her head like a statue. It, starts hopping and flipping on the ground around her body, foul smell warning her each time it is near her head. Of all the terrors in her night, this freak in the mask may be the worst. He seems so, inhuman. Charlotte particularly enjoys the panic Shae expresses, when it is near. “How does anyone enjoy this shit?” Shae thinks hatefully in her head. “What the fuck is wrong with these people?” Tears now racing for the surface, her belly quakes in a hard sob. Too late, she tries to steady herself. As the candles list to their sides, flooding Shae’s skin with hot wax, the latex hands grasp each candle, covering the top and extinguishing the flames in black rubber palms. Deftly, they set the candles off the cushion as the gimp comes around collecting them off the floor. Taking them to Mistress, Shae watches through dripping eyes as they quietly converse. “Please. I’m sorry I wore the ribbon. I’m not cut out for this.” Her sorrowful thoughts deepen, feeling a sense of defeat as she lays, body badly marked with the sins of others. Resigning herself to finishing what she started, Shae gathers her will as she waits for the pair to finish talking.It scampers off towards the mirrors as Charlotte approaches Shae and looks down at her pitiful countenance and brilliant marks. “You are a strong one sweet Shae. I have something special for you. I think is going to crack you right in half.” Smiling with her cold, hard eyes she backs away from Shae and sits on a stool the gimp has placed for her. It moves over to Shae, running its rubber hands over her wounds, sometimes gouging or pinching, other times rubbing and caressing. It works its way down her body to her abused pussy. It leans in and sniffs her folds, cackling and bouncing at it’s prize. Pain rips through her head, and she feels the urge to vomit as she watches it reach back and strap a hard metal cock onto it’s crotch.Cold, unforgiving metal shoved up her sacred hole is only half as hard as watching this thing writhe above her, it’s scent surely mixing into hers, she feels in madness. At once, she begins to laugh, finding this hopping trash alien’s cyborg monkey fucking hilarious, until another part of her returns, resuming her mindless screaming descent into madness. When the timer reads: 30:00, Khan’s strong voice cuts through the screaming music. “Halt!” He calls out almost angrily. Music pauses as the gimp scampers immediately over to Mistress, metal cock clanging off the floor at least twice in his journey.Walking over to Charlotte, Khan bends the short distance to speak in her ear. Handing him something, she backs away and begins conversing with her creep. Khan walks over and checks Shae’s wounds, checks her pussy, then sits near her head on floor lifting her as he places a pill on her tongue. “Take this.” He tells her, handing her a bottle of water. “For the record little one, none of the girls have accomplished what you have tonight. Just think you should know, you’re number one.” He wipes her face with a towel and gives her a few more sips on the water before returning to his corner.___Ch 8 – Coming DownShae’s mind soon slips, the moments blurred together. With a little help from Charlotte’s medicine, she begins to move like a specter, room after room, a few gentle, most not. Lost in her cloud, she runs the Mirror House three times before she finally stumbles out the back door and falls into Khan’s arms saying, “Am I done yet? Did I finish it?” Khan smiles painfully at her, holding up her wasted body. “Yes little one, all done.” He wraps her in a warm blanket and sets her on a bale of hay. She leans on his huge arm, simply breathing.Joe walks up and gives a silent look to Khan. He moves and Joe takes his place putting his arm around Shae’s shoulders. “Joey.” She smiles, wincing as he tucks her in close. “You okay, beautiful?” Joe asks, small tears standing in his eyes. “Yes, I’m fine.” She smiles absently, “Long as I made them big bucks.” She attempts to be playful, hoping to change the pained look in his eyes. Just then Khan walks up. “I told Marnie she should hand it to you herself, but she’s a cunt. Here’s your take for night little one, it’s just under three thousand.” Shae’s tired eyes glow brightly as she replays Khan’s tally. “Are you serious?” She gasps, grabbing for the envelope and counting for herself. “Don’t expect that every time little one. You signaled no limits with that ribbon on your neck. You can’t play it that way every time.” Shae nods, fully understanding his warning. “Get with Toni tomorrow if you want to start learning. No one will bother or blame you if you don’t. Good night little one. I’m proud as hell you made it through.” She calls to Khan as he slips away into the dark, “Thank you, Khan, for all your help.” Leaning into Joe, Shae works to relax her aching body and close off the new terrors, planted into her mind, as she counts the money in the envelope.