A Night Out with Valerie

The maid's outfit was modified. In addition to the traditional black bustier, ridiculously short skirt, and napkin-sized apron, this one added a pair of black cat ears, a whiskered costume ball cat mask, and a long black cat tail. Valerie couldn’t wear underwear as the cat tail was attached to a plug buried inside her. With each step, she could feel the plug shifting inside her, a constant reminder that was almost nothing of the skirt covering her.

Will, also masked and dressed in a tuxedo, led his cat maid across the city sidewalk and down a wide flight of steps descending into a dimly lit cement landing. The harsh glare of the streetlights shifted subtly to a scarlet haze of flickering bulbs made to imitate burning flames. In the soft, crimson glow, clusters of people in black costumes smoked and chatted with one another.

Valerie wondered just how much they could see looking up at her as she came down the stairs. The skirt was very short and hid almost nothing. Her inclination was to pause and assess the situation, but a tug on her leash from Will brought her down the steps. As she passed the first group, she couldn’t help but avert her eyes. She could only imagine everything they might have seen, her shaved smooth, like the babygirl she was.

With another tug, Will brought her past the second group, where a raven-haired seductress in skintight midnight latex smoked a cigarette in a long onyx holder, watching the cat maid with hungry eyes. Valerie blushed under the mask as her cleavage, damn near spilling out of the bustier, jiggled languidly as her heels ticked across the cement. Even with the mask to hide her, Valerie looked away, feeling the smoldering heat of the interested gaze. The butterflies in her stomach danced to the pulsing beat of dark, muted music coming from deeper underground.

Pulling open a thick wooden door coated in decades of black paint, Will nodded with his head, urging Valerie to enter. Above the door, a sign read “Abandon all hope, ye who enter.” Beyond the door, there was only inky blackness descending into a void.

With a nervous step out, afraid her heel might not touch ground, Valerie explored with her foot. Will waited patiently as his eyes adjusted to the dimness, a set of red steps descending further in a darkened hall. She stepped slowly and carefully as the carpeted stairs gradually revealed themselves. Will offered an arm to help guide her into the abyss. The music was louder, the beat more frantic, reverberating with decadence and desire. The lead guitarist assaulted his instrument, playing it with raw power rather than finesse, a hard rock beat sped up to a speeding ticket tempo.

At the bottom of the stairs were a booth, a velvet rope, a vampiress, and a leather-clad brute. Will handed IDs to the brute, then turned to talk to the pale woman in black behind the counter. Valerie's eyes drifted to the sea of cleavage contained in thick lace. Next to the soft flesh was a beauty mark, made up to resemble a tiny black heart. When Valerie looked up, the woman flashed a set of long fangs and a sultry smile. Valerie couldn’t resist a flash fantasy of smothering herself in the ample cleavage as fangs bit down painfully and sweetly on her neck, drawing out her life essence, infecting her with a liquid heat.

As always, Valerie looked away, ashamed that not even the mask seemed to instill her with the courage to demand attention. When others hungered, she only wanted to collapse and let them feed. Will laughed as the vampire whispered something coyly in one ear. Bills changed hands.

Black lips showed fangs again in a wicked smile, then looked over at Valerie in a sultry sidelong glance. Valerie could see the hunger in the woman’s gaze and wondered what cruel tortures one might suffer under the woman’s caress. She pictured herself bound naked to a wooden cross, and the woman’s nails slowly clawed up naked skin, tracing delicious and sharp patterns across spread thighs.

Valerie hated herself for looking away again. What she would give to be the vampire and steal the woman’s casual confidence away. Things only got worse when Will’s hand casually stroked down her back, across the skirt, and thumped the tail. The explosion of heat inside was unbearable.

Holding out his hand, wrist up, Will accepted a stamp. When it was Valerie's turn, the vampire reached out, seizing the catgirl’s wrists and holding until Valerie looked up into her dark, alluring eyes. Time seemed to stop as her hypnotic gaze held Valerie frozen. For a moment, she wondered if the woman really was a vampire, able to suck life energy away with such ease. The woman leaned forward, lips parted, and for an instant, Valerie didn’t care if the woman really was a monster; she wanted to be consumed by those lips. Her face moved past, lips brushing an ear, “Have fun, kitty kat.”

Will stepped past the bouncer; the velvet rope was now open. As Valerie tried to follow, the bouncer stepped in her way. He held his arms up, bent at the elbows with his hands near his ears. Valerie understood and moved to imitate. Thick calloused hands gripped her sides and quickly slid down, then around her back, quickly, bumping the tail. He lowered himself to squat in front of Valerie as his hands went back around her hips and down the all too short skirt. When his thick fingertips touched bare thighs, they reversed direction, sliding up quickly, catching the skirt and lifting it, just enough. The bouncer looked up and cocked an eyebrow as the vampire laughed.

When the bouncer stood, his hands left her hips, and he motioned her through. Blushing furiously, Valerie was frozen, a deer under bright lights. Had the bouncer known? Was he just checking on a hunch? It seemed so casual and assured, as if Valerie was nothing more than a plaything for these people. The vampire talked to Will but had only teased her. Will was a person, while Valerie was no more than a toy.

Past the bouncer, only a few yards away was another heavy door, this one painted such a deep red that it was almost purple in the dim light. With another tug on her leash, Will led Valerie to it, then yanked it open. A cacophony of relentless beat and wailing guitar poured out.

Past the door was a wide, dark, lounging area that then spilled onto a dance floor. Bodies twisted and writhed as colored strobes pulsed from the trusses above.

A few yards past the bouncer was a door painted in so many layers of red it bled into purple. Will’s grip tightened on the leash, and a gentle tug pulled Valerie deeper into the dim space. With a grunt, he wrenched the door open. A tidal wave of relentless beat and wailing guitar poured out.

Inside stretched a cavernous lounge, its edges lined with battered couches, where figures sat smoking black cigarettes and chatting. A haze of clove and anise hung thick, curling from cigarettes held in pale hands. They leaned close to each other to be heard over the relentless assault of frantic beats, their conversations lost in the pounding beat.

The lounge opened to a mass of writhing and twisting bodies. Strobes slung from the trusses overhead pulsed in jagged bursts of crimson, sapphire, and violet, giving fleeting glimpses of sweat-slicked faces and the rhythmic rise and fall of heads and shoulders. Their black couture devoured the light, leaving only fragments of color to flicker like dying embers. Each flash seemed to solidify the haze, the beams slicing through the smoke to dissolve as quickly as they appeared.

Will moved toward the dance floor, then angled to the left, approaching an archway leading deeper into another darkened lounge space. A hulk of a man blocking the way stepped aside when Will held the leash up. A short hall doubled back, then spilled into a small performance room. At the far end was a raised platform serving as a stage, barely large enough for a small band to perform on. The room itself was partially filled with round tables and chairs, as well as another crowd dressed in all black. Leashes, collars, and cuffs were a common theme.

On one wall, a series of chains had been hung in the shape of a giant spider web. In its center, a woman squirmed, her arms bound, stretched over her head, her legs pulled wide apart. Her bare back was a pale canvas, crisscrossed with lash marks. Even though she wore a black skirt, it had been pulled up and tucked into the waistline, showing another set of lash marks on her thin ass. Behind her, a fit man in combat boots and black leather pants slashed a dark switch across her in time to the music. Her cries mingled with the relentless beat of the muffled music from the dance floor in the room beyond.

Glancing around, Valerie saw other implements along the walls. There was a stockade where a person's head and hands could be locked down, forcing their ass out to any abuse others might want to inflict on it. She saw a padded bench with leather straps at each corner. It wasn’t difficult to imagine being laid along it with arms and thighs bound down. A large wooden X leaned against another wall, its edges dotted with rings to secure a person in countless ways. Finally, there was just a simple chain, dangling against a bare spot on the wall; at its end were a pair of leather cuffs. A nearby winch told the entire story: a bound person could be attached to the chain and hoisted into the air.

Near the stage, a crowd was gathering. A man in a top hat held a nearly naked, blindfolded woman by her collar. The blind woman’s hands were cuffed and attached to the thick leather bands at the top of her thighs. She was unable to cover herself in modesty or move her hands behind her. As the man holding her collar talked to the group of men and women gathered around them, he would occasionally pull or push her, causing her to stagger to the amusement of the crowd.

Top Hat turned and stepped up onto the stage while still holding the bound girl’s collar. She turned to follow and staggered against the edge. One of the people in the small crowd reached out, grabbing her ass and burying fingers deep into the crack. She yelped and hopped up onto the stage with her partner to the laughter of the crowd, who all followed.

Bound Girl was dragged to the center, then held there as her partner started instructing those joining them on stage. They fanned out in a circle around the couple, chatting and laughing with one another. The bound girl in the center looked around nervously, unable to see exactly what was happening around her.

Top Hat released Bound Girl and stepped away into the circle of participants. She tugged once on her thigh cuffs and turned, calling out for her partner. A man behind her stepped forward and struck out with an open hand, smacking her with a sharp crack on the ass. Yelping and spinning, Bound Girl stumbled to the side, only to have a woman lash out this time. This strike sent Bound Girl staggering forward into the arms of one of the men, who immediately reached around the hapless girl, cupping both cheeks in crushing grips. A woman next to him slapped down across Bound Girl’s breast, forcing the girl to spin away out of the man’s hands and back into the center of her torture circle.

The crowd frenzied. With every stagger and turn, Bound Girl was struck again and again. Sometimes she was slapped or groped by multiple people from different angles. With each smack or grab, she bounced like a pinball into other waiting hands. They laughed, enjoying the girl’s torment as she cried out and danced to their painful game. In no time at all, the skin on her ass, thighs, and tits glowed scarlet red. The women, it seemed, were especially wicked, aiming their blows at nipples and exposed crotch. The men were all too eager to grab and grope at every opportunity.

Lost in the show, Valerie wondered if she was next, or if one of the stations around the edge was to be her destination. Will wrapped the leash around a fist, pulling her ever closer into him, until she was helplessly at his side. Holding her leash against his chest, he reached down with his other hand, letting it drift down her back, over her skirt, then under it. He played with her tail as they watched the show, and Valerie knew that anyone behind them would have a show of their own. Her skirt already barely hid her, and with his hand toying with her tail, she was certain everyone could see her completely exposed.

The show on stage abruptly stopped with Top Hat stepping back up to Bound Girl and grabbing her collar. He dragged her away as she stumbled behind him, still blindfolded. Her hand tried desperately to reach back and cover her bare, glowing cheeks, as participants took their last desperate smacks at her.

Top Hat and his girl departed through a door deeper into the club with another couple, and the crowd dispersed, coming off the stage in small groups. Two women, one with a raven-colored bob haircut in shining black latex, and another with an explosion of red curls wearing a black lace teddy, giggled with each other as they stepped off the stage. The girl with curls saw Will toying with Valerie and gestured to her friend.

Two sets of eyes devoured Valerie. Sly grins spread across their faces as they watched. The one in latex moved forward, pulling her friend in lace along behind her. Her hips swayed dramatically with each languid step as she approached. She was sex made into the form of a woman, seductive and alluring with just a glance, but in motion, every move promised sweet release.

She stepped up right in front of Valerie, peaking up from under her dark bob with a ravenous look. She parted her dark lips, painted near black, and Valerie couldn’t help but want to taste them. She turned then to Will, teasing Valerie, only to leave her cold suddenly.

The latex-clad woman leaned up into Will, speaking into his ear. The words were impossible to hear in the muffled beats of the music out on the dance floor, so far away. The other woman stood demurely behind her partner, a sly smile on her lips, while her eyes were all over Valerie. Will nodded and continued speaking with the woman in the bob. The girl in lace edged closer to Valerie, circling around her partner to get a better view of Valerie’s outfit. Her smile deepened when she saw the tail.

The woman talking to Will suddenly lifted a hand to her shoulder, waiting for something to be placed in it. The redhead saw the hand and then placed a phone in it. The woman with Will exchanged it with him for the leash… Valerie was now theirs.

Will and the other woman stepped away. They were discussing the phone as Will took a seat on an empty couch. The woman in latex sat beside him, still discussing the phone, pointing to things on its surface.

A tug of the leash pulled Vallerie forward, closer to the girl in the lace teddy. She made a show of pulling on the leash, one hand at a time, as if reeling Valerie in like a great catch. When her hand took the last length of leash, touching the collar, she pulled Valerie’s face close. Parting her lips, she wet them with the tip of her tongue. Full and luscious, they’d been painted bright red, as deep and enticing as her curls.

When Valerie tried to look past the woman, back to Will, a tug on the leash kept her focused on the girl holding the leash. The redhead leaned in, her lips just a whisper away from Valerie’s, her heart-shaped face oh-so-close. Hot tickles of breath caressed the leashed girl, and then lips pressed to hers. It wasn’t just one kiss, but a series of light teasing touches. Pursing lips touched Valerie’s, little, short kisses as if exploring. The woman didn’t reach out other than the hand at the collar holding the leash, and Valerie was unsure what to do, even though she wanted to reach out and touch the woman kissing her. Valerie followed suit, mimicking the small, gentle kisses, afraid that anything else might shatter the unfolding scene.

The ink-black bob appeared over the redhead's shoulder. A thin, angular face studied Valerie, its dark, piercing eyes, midnight lipstick, and smoke smudged across the upper eyelids. She nudged the redhead aside, stepping up to Valerie and shifting to one side. The girl in lace did the same in the opposite direction, each sandwiching Valerie between them.

The cold, smooth, plastic touch of latex slid around Valerie's waist as the dark-haired woman took possession. Her hand gripped Valerie's hip, tugging the leashed slave hip to hip. Reaching behind her, she caught Valerie’s hand and guided it to her ass, pressing fingertips to the cool feel of a soft ass cheek wrapped in slippery latex. Leaving the slavegirl’s hand there, she reached back in front of herself to grip Valerie’s bare thigh in a possessive grip.

The redhead immediately pressed in, eager to feel and play with Valerie’s body publicly. She pressed her ample chest to the side of Valerie’s, saying, “Almost as big as me… Can’t wait to see them…” The hand with the leash dropped down to Valerie’s other thigh, fingers and leash playing gently, stroking up and down the skin, sending electric jolts through the captive slave’s spine. When she reached around to put a hand on Valerie's back, the dark-haired woman grabbed the redhead’s hand and dragged it down to the tail. Together they toyed with it, tugging, pulling, circling, both keenly aware of what it was doing to Valerie, and delighting in teasing the slave girl so mercilessly.

“I’m Drizzle,” The redhead whispered, “And my mistress is Sable. And you are the cutest kitty kat here…”

Sable released Valerie's thigh to reach up and turn the slave’s face away from the Drizzle. Intense eyes stared into Valerie’s, making her mind go blank in apprehension and expectation. Even with Will sitting just steps away, she could feel her willpower sapping away. Sable could do anything she wanted to her.

Thin black lips parted, and Sable guided Valerie’s head in with her fingertips. She refused to lean into the slave and instead made the slave lean in, doing all the work. Her lips parted, and she waited for Valerie. Knowing what was expected, the slavegirl pushed herself forward, letting her lips meet the demanding woman’s. Sable was completely unlike Drizzle. Her kiss was demanding, forceful, claiming Valerie's with a fierceness few other kisses had matched. The woman’s tongue forced its way into Valerie’s mouth, immediately wrestling the slave tongue, demanding submission even in this act.

Sable broke the kiss, whispering, “Time to smile.”

The severe woman turned Valerie's head back towards Will, who was holding the camera up. He fumbled for a moment, and Valerie knew he’d taken a picture.

“My turn,” Drizzle said, placing a hand on Valerie's opposite cheek and turning her head to look at her tangle of red curls. She leaned in and again placed a series of fluttering kisses on the cat maid’s lips. Her other hand continued tracing patterns on Valerie’s thigh, then she leaned in, lifting a leg against Valerie's fishnet-clad leg.

“No, my turn,” demanded Sable. A hand wound itself into Valerie’s hair, guiding her face back to the thin woman. With a push to the back of her skull, Valerie's lips were crushed into Sable’s as her tongue pressed against her again; her other hand toyed with the tail, forcing a series of mewling noises from Valerie.

While kissing, Sable’s hand traced down the front of Valerie’s neck. Down, down, the front of her bared chest, into the cleavage, the maid uniform pressed together. Fingers slipped under fabric as her devouring tongue explored Valerie’s mouth. She quickly found a nipple, teasing it, tracing sharp nails across it, then capturing it between finger and thumb and rolling it gently. Tightening her fist in Valerie’s hair, she thrust her tongue deep into the captured girl’s mouth as she pinched, relishing the pained noises the maid made. She followed it up by shoving the tail deep into Valerie's ass.

When Sable broke the kiss, she parted only a fraction, continuing to look into Valerie’s eyes as her fingers toyed with the aching nipple. A chair was pushed up against Valerie’s knees, and Sable guided her down into a sitting position. It was then that Valerie noticed Drizzle had been missing. A chair was pushed forward on each side of Valerie. First, Sable sat scooting close to touch Valerie, then Drizzle joined.

Sandwiched between the two women, Valerie glanced back at Will, who still held the camera up, recording everything.

Drizzle nestled into Valerie's side, nipping sharply at her neck. The redhead’s hand went to Valerie's thigh and pulled the leg up over Drizzle’s. Valerie could only imagine what Will saw on the phone, knowing that as Drizzle pulled her leg up, the skirt wouldn’t be long enough to cover her. The grin on Will’s face said it all. He could see her bald pussy poking out from under her maid uniform.

Sable wasted no time joining in the torment. She glided long black polished nails up Valerie’s inner thigh, pulling the skirt up further as she played. There was no denying it now. Valerie was definitely exposed, and Will was busy documenting her embarrassing exposure. A few others who had once been on stage, torturing the Bound Girl, made their way behind Will, enjoying the show as Sable and Drizzle exposed the little kat maid between them.

Valerie’s first reaction was to try to reach forward to cover herself when the others behind Will started watching. Neither Drizzle nor Sable allowed it, each clutching an arm, preventing her from any modesty. Valerie had never been in such a position before. It was humiliating to be exposed like a plaything for others’ lewd amusement.

Sable reached up and turned Valerie's head again, demanding, “Give our friends a show, kiss me, you dirty bi slut.”

She waited, her eyes blazing, refusing to let go of Valerie’s hair until the maid leaned forward with parted lips. Again, Sable was demanding, her rough, crushing kiss sucking the life from her victim. She was more forceful than any partner Valerie had had since high school. Her tongue was demanding, reaching back to tickle along the backside of Valerie's as the severe woman roughly kissed her.

As Valerie’s breath was sucked away, she could feel two sets of hands playing along her inner thighs. One gentle, stroking and touching ever so softly, exploring Valerie's body timidly as fingers inched up closer and closer to her exposed pussy. The other hand gripped Valerie’s thigh as if it owned it, squeezing and pinching. It traced nails directly to Valerie’s cunt, covering it with her palm before crushing the lips in a squeezing grip. The force of it made Valerie exhale into Sable’s mouth, who then bit her sharply on the lips.

The hand on her pussy wasted no time exploring slick folds. Nor was it timid. A finger traced the wet slit, gliding up and down along it before circling around the hood of Valerie’s clit and coaxing the little nub out. Fingers gently rolled the little bean, but Valerie tried to pull away, her whole body writhing now as strangers watched the assault. Valerie was glad she had the mask to hide at least some of herself.

Fighting not to make any noise or thrust her hips, Valerie knew exactly what would happen the moment she showed any pleasure. When she cooed involuntarily into the Sable’s mouth, she felt a sudden sting that sent sparks through her body. Sable pinched her clit hard, making Valerie jerk back and cry out, to the amusement of the other guests.

With the kiss broken, Valerie looked at Sable with some trepidation, worried about what might be next. Burning eyes glared back at her, enjoying the pleasure and pain she was causing in her unsuspecting victim. Valerie tried cooing like a baby again and leaned forward to rub her head on a latex-clad shoulder. Men would cave at this treatment. Sable squeezed her clit again, threatening worse, while Valerie whimpered.

Release Valerie’s pleasure nub, slender fingers slid down the slit easily in the wetness. They stroked a few times, letting Valerie enjoy being teased before they began invading ever so slightly. They spread out, opening Valerie, and she looked back at Will. He had a more serious look now, probably wishing it were himself playing with her soaking pussy.

“Poor thing,” Sable said. “Drizzle, why don’t you help him out with his frustration?”

With a squeal, Drizzle leapt up, releasing Valerie. “As you wish, mistress!”

One hand held Valerie down, while Sable slid two fingers deep into her. Hooking them, Valerie could feel them reaching up inside her to find that spongy spot that sent crashing waves of pleasure through her. She could only watch and sigh in short gasps as Drizzle sat on the couch next to Will, who continued recording everything happening to Valerie.

“Like you, Driz likes a little of both,” Sable whispered in her ear. “Have you ever watched your partner fuck another woman?”

Valerie watched as Drizzle whispered something in Will’s ear. He glanced from the phone to Drizzle, then to Valerie. Drizzle let a hand drift down Will’s body to his thighs, then reached inside, cupping him. It was the first time that Valerie had ever watched her man being fondled by another woman. She knew she should feel jealousy, but watching the redhead massaging Will only turned her on. Sable’s fingers inside her helped.

Will lashed out, grabbing Drizzle’s hand and forcing it away from his crotch. Drizzle pouted and glanced back at Sable. 

Sable leaned into Valerie, her fingers churning inside her new plaything. “I feel how wet you are watching her touch his cock. You moaned, knowing what it feels like, having his cock in your hand. This was the first time you saw from a distance… And you wanted to see more, didn’t you?”

“Yes…” Valerie whimpered as Sable continued stroking inside her. “Yes, please…”

The finger inside her slipped away, leaving her empty and aching to be filled. Valerie turned to Sable to beg for more, but the raven-haired beauty put a finger smeared in juices to Valerie’s lips. “Go tell him how badly you want to see it.”

With a tug, Sable yanked the leash, pulling Valerie to the edge of her chair. Valerie stood awkwardly as a small crowd gathered to watch. She quickly smoothed down her skirt, covering her bald, slick pussy. A hand on her ass pushed her towards Will.

Valerie stumbled forward, then turned and sat next to Will. He turned to watch her, but, eclipsed behind him, Valerie could see Drizzle smiling wickedly. Before Will could say anything, Drizzle leaned across his, taking the leash and pulling Valerie’s face to hers. Soft lips sucked at Valerie, just inches in front of Will. The decadence of it made Valerie clench her legs together in an attempt to crush the flickering fires in her core.

Drizzle broke the kiss and leaned back cocking her head with a smile. Valerie watched, wanting more of those soft, gentle kisses. 

“I want to watch you with another woman,” Will said. “But… I don’t want…”

Valerie threw an arm around him and smothered him with a kiss. She could feel how slick her thighs were, how good it felt to have her leash tugged, how badly she wanted Sable’s fingers back inside her. She broke the kiss and looked into Will’s eyes. “I want to see you too… With another woman.”

Her face burned crimson as Will’s eyes bore into her, searching to see if it was true, reading her mind through eye contact alone. He asked in a whisper, “Are you sure?”

Nodding, Valerie held her breath, hoping he wouldn’t say no, or storm off, or think she was anything other than his personal slut. She wanted to watch, wanted to see his cock, her cock, slip past Drizzle's lips. She wanted to see him fuck the redhead the way he used Valerie.

A tug on the leash came from behind, pulling Valerie off the couch and away from Will. His eyes followed as she stood. Before she could turn, the leash tugged again, and she felt the edge of a chair push into the back of her knees. Valerie sat down, the chair having been moved forward so her knees were nearly touching Will’s.

Sable was suddenly next to her, guiding Valerie's hands to the smooth latex as she continued watching Will.

Will leaned back on the couch, the phone still recording. Drizzle leaned into him, her teeth nipping at his neck as he continued to stare at Valerie. The redhead's hands went back to his crotch with no resistance this time. Drizzle squealed again and began working at the zipper.

With practiced hands, Will’s cock was exposed quickly. Slender fingers worked it expertly, and Valerie watched as her partner’s cock grew rigid in a stranger’s hands. She was barely aware of her skirt being pulled back up, exposing her to the cluster of people watching from beyond the couch. 

A tug at the maid uniform pulled what was barely covering Valerie's tits down. Hands reached around from behind her. Sable was now pressing her own plastic-covered chest to the back of Valerie’s head. The dark-haired woman caressed each breast with delicate fingers. The nails of her thumbs and forefingers had been trimmed down, but the other three fingers had long nails that left fiery trails as they scratched along Valerie’s skin. She felt both nipples captured at once and squeezed to the point that Valerie gasped aloud. 

Valerie broke her gaze with Will and turned to look back at Sable. “Please,” she begged, “Touch me…”

Sable gave the girl a wicked grin and slid her sharp nails from Valerie’s shoulders down to her wrists. Valerie squirmed. he saw the faces of the crowd, their collective gazes buried in Valerie’s exposed pussy as she squirmed helplessly. Suddenly, the cool kiss of metal bit one wrist, then the next, locking her hands behind her. Valerie pulled in panic, unable to pull her hands apart or move them from the chairback. 

Bound Valerie could only watch as Drizzle’s heart-shaped face descended onto the cock she had expertly worked with her hands to be rock hard. She watched as soft lips parted and glided wetly down her partner’s cock. A cock Valerie had sucked countless times. She could only marvel at how the silky shaft entered the other woman’s mouth so easily.

 Valerie could only watch as Drizzle’s painted lips engulfed Will’s shaft. She watched as the redhead plunged her face down, swallowing him nearly whole. An explosion of red curls bobbed, covering the act. Valerie wanted to protest, but a firm hand in her hair kept her from leaning forward.

Will’s face was one of agonized pleasure. Every time the red mop of hair plunged into his lap, his eyes squinted as if trying to control himself. When he saw Valerie, he noticed her eyes were not on him, but on Drizzle swallowing his sword. When he noticed that her mop of hair was concealing the action, he reached down, gathering it in one fist, allowing Valerie to watch as Drizzle’s lips slid down his prick.

His groan made Valerie look up, their eyes met. He saw no jealousy, but a consuming hunger as his partner watched the redheaded slave service him. His fist wound tight in the Drizzle’s hair, and he started guiding her forcefully over himself. Robbed of choice, Drizzle relaxed into his rhythm, letting him set the tone of her own face fucking.

“I’ll just bet you always wanted to see that… Didn’t you?” Sable whispered into Valerie’s ear. Her fingers still toyed with Valerie’s breast, cupping, kneading, and pinching, playing with Valerie like a toy as she watched her slave service the man sitting just an arm's length away.

Valerie nodded. She’d seen videos of herself going down on Will. Those videos were always impromptu, set up on the spur of the moment during the act. Sometimes she recorded with her phone while trying to please her partner, sometimes he did while being pleased. They were shaking, torturous affairs that always left one wishing a third party had been present to capture the full event.

Sitting across from him, watching while their knees practically touched, was different. She could see his cock, hard, wet, throbbing with need, clearly disappear into the bright painted lips of a mouth eager to please him. She wished it were her mouth, but at least she could see everything in clear detail, no shaking, half-focused image. She watched and imagined her own lips in place of the slave’s.

Soft lips nipped at her ear. Valerie wanted to melt into the woman behind her, the one making her watch her partner face fuck another woman.

“I’ll bet you’d like to see him fuck that little slut? Wouldn’t you?”

Valerie could only nod in a stupor at the thought of her Will railing some strange chick right in front of her.

“Kiss me if you want it…” Sable whispered in a husky, low voice. The latex-clad woman placed her fingertips on Valerie's jaw and turned her head, forcing her to look away from Will. She will be serviced.

Dark eyes looked into Valerie’s, just inches away. Soft lips and breath traced along her own lips. There was the gentlest of kisses as Sable pulled the captured Valerie into a kiss.

The hunger in Valerie exploded. She leaned forward, crushing her lips to Sable’s, trying to devour the woman who’d set all this in motion. She shoved her tongue into the stranger’s mouth, eager to explore and demand more.

The fist in her hair tightened, and Sable pulled her back, standing while craning the captive’s head back. Valerie could only look up at this woman who had complete control of her, their lips never parting. Teeth nipped her tongue, making her withdraw, only to have her mouth invaded. Sable clutched at her captive prey, returning the kiss with bruising force as her tongue invaded and claimed the captive’s mouth.

Sabel broke the kiss suddenly and sat down hard next to Valerie. Pulling on the cuffs yielded no resistance. Valerie’s head spun from the kiss and the utter control Sable had over her. With a yank of her hair, Valerie was forced to watch Will and Drizzle again.

Drizzle was now straddling Will. Valerie could see the lingerie had been pulled away, the lacey panties yanked aside, Will’s finger still holding them out of the way as he guided his cock up into Drizzle. The redhead made a pained face as Will’s cock nestled in the proper spot. It resisted entry, then Will forced the girl down. Drizzle made a high-pitched squeal as she was impaled on his lap.

He's fucking another woman, right in front of me… Valerie thought numbly. She should be furious, hurt, and confused, but all she wanted was to touch herself. She wanted anyone to touch her. To reach down and crush her pussy lips in their hands. To feel how wet she was. To frig her clit into oblivion. She wanted to goon to this scene in front of all the strangers watching around her. Her cunt ached for the attention it desperately needed.

Will guided the slave, lifting her hip and pulling her back down to meet his thrusts. Drizzles squealed with each thrust, her volume increasing as he began speeding up inside her. Valerie watched, knowing exactly what Drizzle was feeling, knowing exactly what it felt like to have Will’s cock thrust up inside her. Soon, Will was pounding away in the slave, using her like the doll she was.

In the throes of passion, Drizzle fell forward, her arms wrapping around Valerie's shoulders for support. The redhead looked up into Valerie’s eyes, but her face was slack as if not seeing Will’s partner at all. As she gasped at the hammering cock inside her, she was just happy to have someone to hold onto. Drizzle dropped her head to Valerie’s shoulder. Valerie could hear the slave gasping with every thrust. The redhead’s entire body jerked with every thrust. Between a flurry of high-pitched sighs, Drizzle turned her head, her lips brushing along Valerie’s neck.

The flurry of kisses from the slave, feeling her partner slam into another’s body, and knowing Will was buried deep inside a strange cunt was too much for Valerie. The heat in her belly, the fires burning in her cunt made sitting still impossible. She strained at the cuffs, twisting her hips in order to find anything she could rub her clit on. The hand in her hair kept staring past Drizzle to Will, who looked back, their eyes locked in lust with each other.

“Lucky girl,” Sable cooed. “I haven’t seen Drizzle moan like this in a long time. Your partner knows how to fuck…”

Valerie nodded, “Yes… Yes, please…”

“Please, what? Make him stop? Your owner seems to be enjoying himself, and a slave should never interrupt her owner’s pleasure.”

“Please touch me…” Valerie choked out. She was squeezing her thighs together, hopelessly trying to grind her pussy against anything that might give her release.

The fist in her hair tightened, “But I am touching you. So is Drizzle… You’ll need to be a little more specific,” Sable said huskily. Drizzle continued sucking on Valerie’s neck, and the bound woman leaned into it, wishing she could return the gesture.

Muddle-brained, it took Valerie a long moment to realize what Sable wanted. “Please touch me…Stroke me… Let me cum please…”

Sable snickered and reached down her hand, sliding along Valerie’s tummy. She then pulled the maid's skirt up, and her fingers traced the moist slit beneath.

Valerie groaned and thrust herself up. “Please miss, fuck me…”

Fingers danced on her lips, teasing, exploring, but not entering, and it was driving Valerie mad. She wanted those fingers stroking over her, rubbing her out, or plunging deep inside her. Anything but this endless teasing, she begged again, “Please fuck me…”

“Filthier. Dirtier, little whore. I want to hear words come out of you that would make him blush. Tell me what you are and what you want.”

As Drizzle’s squeals were making a high-pitched crescendo, Valerie wanted to climax alongside the redhead. Sable’s fingers continued their soft torturous caresses, doing nothing to relieve Valerie, but enough to torment her to frustration.

“This worthless slave is a secret slut. My cunt aches for attention every moment. I’m nothing but a gooning fuck doll who wants nothing more than to be a warm, wet cunt for men to dump their cum in. Please diddle my clit, mistress. Frig my hungry hole. Make me your fuck puppet slave and I will suck every drop of cum out of Drizzle’s snatch.”

When Sable's fingers brushed over Valerie’s clit and then circled back, rubbing furiously, Valerie let out a long shuddering moan.

“Don’t you dare cum until he does,” Sable whispered while pinching a nipple.

It took all of Valerie’s focus to keep from climaxing on the spot. She knew instantly that she’d never be able to outlast Will; if he wanted to delay his climax, Valerie wouldn’t be able to hold on.

“Fuck her!” Valerie cried out. “Stuff that bitch with your cock! Fill her up. Shoot your hot load in her.”

The fingers on Valerie’s nub rubbed furiously, done by an expert who knew her way around a woman’s body. Sable was trying to make Valerie cum before Will.

“Fuck her, Will.” Valerie begged, “I want to see you fill that nasty cum with your spunk. Shoot your load in her. Fill her…”

Will’s eyes pierced Valerie’s. He was close and she knew it. Valerie thrust her cunt up against Sable’s fingers, as if urging Will to do the same, to thrust up inside the red-haired whore fucking him. Valerie ground her teeth, fighting to hold back the pressure and heat building in her belly. She pulled on her cuffs hard enough to cut blood lines in her wrists.

“Cum in her, Will.”

With a final shove, Will lurched up, burying himself deep inside the redhead. Drizzle cried out and lost control of her hips, slamming down furiously against Will’s. Seeing them both climax, Valerie wanted to laugh and cry at once as her own body slipped over the precipice and a blinding heat consumed her.

Drizzle’s sharp cries mixed with Will’s uncontrollable, intertwined with Valerie's climactic groans. Valerie lost track of her senses, floating in an impossible space as her body quaked, quivered, and danced under Sable’s hands. When she returned, her wrists had been uncuffed. Will stood, zipping himself back up with a smug, self-satisfied grin. Drizzle sat in his place, her panties pulled aside to show the mess Will had left inside her, dipping now down onto the chair and floor.

Dizzy from the force of the climax, Valerie felt herself moved to the floor on her knees, staring up into Drizzle's half-lipped eyes and a mess of cunt. When she opened her mouth to say something, a hand in her hair shoved her to the messy pussy.

“A little beta bitch like you should clean up the messes you make. Collect your partner’s cum and give some to Drizzle as a reward.”

Dazed Valerie scooped up her partner’s cum, its bitter taste familiar and comforting. When she was pulled up, she leaned into Drizzle and shared it through a long kiss.

By the time Valerie was finished, Will seemed to have regained his strength. He smoothed out Valerie’s maid costume, untucking it and letting it cover her ass as best as possible. Guiding her through her stupor, they returned to the lobby where the vampires smiled wickedly…

“Hope to see you again soon…”