Kathy's Story
Part 3
On all fours, I crawled around on the dirty floor, my body ached from being tied
and I could feel the throbbing pain from the fresh piercing and brands
decorating my body. I was terrified of what might happen next, this was nothing
like what I expected when I chatted with people online. Afraid of what else
might happen to me if my Master got angry, I did what he ordered, crawling up to
men and asking if I could serve them. Most were tired out from the partying
they had already done, but a few used my mouth as their toilet, having me hold
their cocks between my lips while they pissed. Less than a week ago, that was
the dirtiest thing I could think of, but now it barely even made me flinch.
Tasting the piss filling my mouth and swallowing was becoming normal to me.
There hadn't been a time since I got off the buss that I hadn't been afraid or
in pain, and usually both.
The room started to clear out as the men and their women got tired and drifted
out. There wasn't anyone left who had showed the slightest interest in using
me, but I continued to crawl, afraid of upsetting my Master. Eventually he
walked over, standing above me. He dropped my bikini in front of me and ordered
me to pick it up in my mouth and crawl out to his bike and wait. I did, picking
up both of the pieces up in my mouth, then crawling, still naked, out and
kneeling beside his bike on the dirt and gravel. Kneeling there, I felt the
gravel digging into my knees, adding to the other pain that was swarming through
my body. Through it all though, I felt a throbbing from my pussy. I had been
so focused on not making my Master unhappy, I didn't realize that I had never
cum since the first time he fucked me in the hotel room. Just as my hand moved
between my leg my Master came out of the building and slapped me hard across the
back of the head. He told me that if he ever caught me touching myself again
without orders, he'd cut my fingers off. He kicked my knees apart and pushed me
back so that he could see the wetness leaking from my pussy down my thighs. He
took the bikini out of my mouth and handed me the top, telling me to put it on.
As I tied the top on, he used the bottoms to mop up my thighs then pressed it
into a ball and pushed it into my sore cunt. He warned me that getting a mess
on his bike would be a serious infraction of the rules. He climbed on and
started the bike, then told me to get on behind him. Naked except for my top, I
got on, wrapping my arms around his waist, pressed against his back. The rough
denim of his jeans rubbed against my brand, making me moan with pain while the
vibrations of the motorcycle surged through my pussy, making my body tremble.
By the time we pulled up next to a plain white building, I was on the verge of
cumming just from the feeling of the motorcycle, but my Master didn't give me
the chance. He grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me off the bike,
pulling me toward a door and into the dimly lit building. It was a bar, there
were naked girls dancing on three stages and two more in cages along the walls.
Dirty men sat at tables around the room, more girls were dancing between their
legs, naked except for their shoes and a g-string. My Master kept a hold of my
hair, pulling me next to him while he talked to a bouncer. Even though there
were other naked girls in the bar, I felt like everyone was staring at me and
tried to cover my brand and naked pussy with my hands. After talking to the
bouncer for a few minutes, Master dragged me into the bar and sat at an empty
table, he pushed me to my knees beside his chair. A girl with a serving tray
came over, she was wearing a halter-top and hot pants. My Master ordered a beer
and the girl left, just as she brought the beer, another man sat down at the
table with Master. They leaned over the table and talked, I couldn't hear them
over the music. A couple of minutes passed then Master grabbed my hair and made
me stand up. I knew I looked horrible, covered in piss and cum, wearing only a
tiny bikini top, rings in my nipples and clit and the bikini bottoms hanging out
of my pussy. Master pulled the top and bottoms off and out of me, leaving me
completely naked, He ordered me to turn around and put my hands on my head, as
the other man looked me over. The man shook his head, saying that he didn't
have an opening for a girl like me, without the brand and rings he might have
been able to use me, but not now. Master ordered my to get on my hands and
knees in front of him, He used my back as a footrest while he and the man
continued to talk. Kneeling there naked, arms straining under the weight of his
legs, I couldn't hear what they were saying, but only focused on staying in
place, not collapsing under the weight of Master's boots and legs. I was sure I
was going to fall down, but I also knew I'd get punished if I did. Just when I
was sure I couldn't hold myself up any more, Master took his boots off my back
and stood up. He ordered me to follow him; I stood up and walked behind him.
He stopped just inside the entry door, turned and pointed at the bouncer. He
ordered me to give the bouncer a blow job, startled, I hesitated for a minute,
Master grabbed a handful of my hair and punched me hard in the face, making my
lip bleed, then tossed me on the floor at the bouncer's feet. The bouncer
looked at me for a minute, then opened the door to a utility closet and motioned
me inside. Sucking on my lip, I crawled inside the closet and knelt. He
followed me in, already undoing his pants; He grabbed my hair and pulled me onto
his already hard cock, fucking my mouth, smearing my blood on his cock. After a
couple of minutes of fucking, he forced his cock deep into my throat and held me
there, face pressed against his body as his cock jerked and pumped cum down my
throat. When he was done cumming he gave me a few seconds to lick his cock clean
before he zipped his pants up and left. I quickly followed him, and found
Master waiting just outside the closet. Master patted my head and told me I was
a good slave. I was both humiliated and excited by the thrill that ran through
me from having pleased him. He held out my bikini, telling me I had been a good
girl and could wear the bottoms too. I quickly pulled the bikini on and
followed Master out to his motorcycle, climbing on behind him. Master slipped
the dark black glasses over my eyes as he started the bike up.
Master pulled me off the bike and threw me to the ground, then reached down and
pulled the glasses off. We were back at his house, and he ordered me to crawl
into the back yard. I did, staying on all fours as I crawled around the outside
of the house and to the back porch. Master walked through the house, meeting
me out back, carrying a pair of handcuffs. He picked me up by my hair and
ordered me to stand while he cuffed me hands in front of me. He pulled my arms
above my head and slipped the chain between the cuffs so high I could barely
touch the ground. He untied my bikini and pulled it off, then brought the hose
over and began cleaning me with the freezing water. He ran the water over my
body, washing away the accumulated grime, cum and filth from my body. He pushed
the hose into my pussy, letting it run as I shivered, then turned me around and
did the same with my ass. He also sprayed the water over my face, washing it
clean and then over the new piercings and brands, cleaning away the scabs and
dead skin. He went in the house as the sun began to warm my shivering body and
came back with a balm, which he rubbed, into my brand and around the holes from
my piercings. The balm was soothing, taking away a lot of the pain I had been
feeling. While I still hung by my wrists, dripping dry, he told me I had been a
good slave and done well for my first night, but that I had a new job and had to
be at work in a few hours so I should get some rest. He unhooked my wrists and
used them to guide me into the house. Inside, I fell to the floor and wormed my
way behind him, tits and cunt pressed against the carpet as I had been told the
day before. He led me down the stairs and back into the dungeon, terrified of
another night of torture I followed him. At the bottom of the stairs, he
pointed across the room to a small wire cage and ordered me to crawl into it.
The cage was so small I barely fit inside, having to fold myself into a fetal
position and still being pressed hard against the bars. He closed the door and
locked it behind me, then turned out the lights and left, leaving me alone.
Even in the painful position, my eyes quickly closed and I fell asleep.
I woke up in agony, it felt like my entire body was on fire and there was
nothing I could do to get away from it. I jerked against the bars of the cage
and heard Master's voice telling me to rise and shine. The pain suddenly
stopped and I blinked away my tears. I saw Master standing next to the cage and
realized he had clipped the electrical wires to the cage bars and that was what
had been hurting me. He opened the cage door and dragged me out by my foot,
making my groan in pain as my cramped leg was stretched. He ordered me to lie
on my back and spread my legs. I stretched out on the floor, feeling the cramps
ease as he inspected my piercings and brand. When he was finished, he told me
to heel and walked up the stairs with me worming my way along behind him. Just
inside the door to the garage he told me to stand up and get dressed. Instead
of my bikini, he handed me a bikini top and skirt, both green. The top was a
lot like the other one, the skirt was made of two squares of see through
material and tied on each hip, so that the side of my legs were bare and my clit
ring could be seen through it, the waistband of the skirt was just above my
brand, but the brand was visible through the material. There was also a pair of
sandals with 6" heels that locked around my ankles. When I was dressed, he put
cuffs around my wrists and locked them together behind me, then snapped a leash
to my clit ring, pulling me along behind him by it. He took me out and lifted
me onto his bike, then put the dark glasses on me, even though it was night. I
felt him climb on and start the bike, the leash was still connected to my clit
and I felt it jerk as he moved his hand.
When he took the glasses off me, we were back in front of the strip club. I was
confused because the manager had said he couldn't use me, but Master jerked the
leash and led me back inside by it. At the door, it was a different bouncer,
and he stared since my skirt was pulled aside by the leash and my pussy was
bare. Master asked for the manager and the bouncer went and brought him back.
He led us through the club, into his office. In the office, my Master told him
I was available three nights a week to work and asked if my clothes were
suitable. The manager said sure and Master asked if there was a specific
uniform for the waitresses. I blinked as I realized what I was going to be
doing and almost missed the manager answering there wasn't a required uniform
and then agreeing that since it was a nude club, there wasn't any rule or law
against a waitress working naked. Hearing that, my Master undid the top and
skirt and then unlatched the cuffs, leaving my arms free, but with cuffs around
each wrist. Master pulled my head back and looked in my eyes, ordering me to
obey and do as I was told, or I would wish I was dead, then he walked out,
leaving me alone with the manager. The manager wasn't bad looking, a little bit
older, but in good shape. He looked over my body and told me that my Master had
said I would be a very good waitress and do anything that needed to be done in
the bar. I nodded, and he began unbuttoning his pants. He said he wanted to
see how good I could be and told me to lean over his desk, reach back and spread
my ass wide. I did as I was told and felt something cold between my ass cheeks.
I didn't know about lube because no one had bothered to use it with me yet, but
it made it feel much better as his cock slid into my ass. I was full, but there
wasn't the burning pain I had learned to expect. I pushed back against him,
grunting as he pinned me against the desk and fucked my asshole. Before he
came, he pulled out and turned me around, jamming his cock into my mouth. I
sucked it, tasting my ass and the lube until he began to cum. Not having had
anything to eat or drink since the morning before, I desperately gulped his cum
down. He let me clean his cock with my mouth, then opened the office door and
called one of the waitresses in. She was wearing a shiny red halter-top and
matching hot pants, her name was Beth. As she came in and saw me, I could tell
when she noticed the brand and piercings. Before she could say anything, the
manager told her that I was the new waitress and she was going to train me. He
told me to watch her and learn what to do, and that for tonight at least, she
would get all my tips. She asked if I was going to get dressed, obviously
figuring out that the manager had fucked me and it was obvious she was disgusted
with me. The manager told her that I was dressed and if she had any problem
with it, he might make it the standard uniform. She grunted and turned and
walked out as I hurried behind her. She ran through the various duties quickly,
explaining to me how to order drinks from the bartenders and all the things I
was responsible for. The first couple of hours, I followed her around as she
worked, everyone staring at me since I was the only one who was always naked,
and even though it was dark, my rings sometimes caught a light and flashed,
drawing attention. After she thought I had been watching her long enough, Beth
told me to take the tray and get to work. I spent the rest of the night taking
orders, delivering drinks and wiping down tables, while Beth sat at the bar and
chatted with the dancers and other waitresses. The guys loved the fact I was
naked, taking every chance to grab my ass or tits, a few even slipped fingers
into my pussy, making me jump the first few times. It wasn't long before my
feet were aching from the new shoes, but every time I tried to take a break,
Beth told me to get back to work. The only time I was allowed off the floor was
when the manager called me into his office, first to yell at me for spilling the
drink and a couple of other times to give the DJ and security guys blow jobs.
The security guys thought it was fun to pull out of my mouth and jerk off all
over my face and tits, then send me back out to work with their cum dripping
down my body. Finally the night was over and I had to wipe down all the tables
and clean all the ashtrays, there were three other waitresses, but they sat at
the bar having a drink while I worked, Beth counted the tips I'd made, which
turned out to be a lot of money. My Master came in just as I was finishing
cleaning, he sat at a table with the manager and discussed my work. The manager
was happy, but he said some of the dancers and waitresses were unhappy because
they hadn't made as much money, since all the guys wanted me to bring their
drinks and didn't get dances since they could see me naked without paying. My
Master ordered my to lie on the floor and lick his boots while he thought about
it. I could hear the girls sitting at the bar laughing as I obeyed. After a
few minutes, my Master called Beth over and asked if they'd prefer if I spent a
night and a half working as a waitress and a night and a half in the dressing
room doing anything the dancers or waitresses wanted. Beth agreed that was a
much better solution and that she had plenty of ideas for me on the nights I
wasn't working the floor. The manager agreed provided I was still available for
him when he wanted me. Master nodded and tossed me my top and skirt, telling me
to go wait by the bike. I pulled the brief outfit on and walked outside. I was
shivering by the time Master came out, he snapped my wrists together behind me,
lifted me onto the bike and put the dark glasses on me before starting the bike.
As he rode away, I pressed myself hard against his back, trying to shield my
freezing body from the cold wind.
