Wolf

This place is a trip.

Annabel and Lorenzo were setting the mood. They were Mistress’ musicians, the ones who got angry with me when I tried to help with their instruments when they arrived. They were kind of stuffy, never really warming up to me after that. But fuck, when they performed they were otherworldly.

Sitting on the edge of the stage, Lorenzo had dark skin and wore his salt and pepper hair in a jerry curl. He sat straddling his cello. Annabel knelt on the floor next to him. Her shamisen was draped over her lap. Despite the distinctly Japanese instrument, she was a classic Irish beauty with dark raven hair and Gothic makeup.

Otherwise, they wore nothing. I think if more orchestras performed this way, they would move more tickets.

The nude ensemble was popular and had a constant audience. There was one gentleman who was probably the oldest here. Some sort of real estate mogul who always spent gobs on them. He sat on the ground beneath them with his legs criss-cross like a child, hadn’t moved from that spot since they started. He was in awe. I understood, it was amazing.

Red would have loved this. The haunting, deep chords of the cello were like a canvas and the sharp plucking and strumming of the shamisen painted the picture. It created a surreal atmosphere that seemed like it wasn’t real. In this hall that reeked of expensive cigars and designer perfumes, nothing did. Like some sort of…. high end hooker ball.

I was mingling. Until the floor show started, I was to meet our potential clients. And I felt really fucking weird because I had two of Mistress’ ‘special helpers’ and two of Kitten’s weed gummies and an energy drink. Needed it though, because it turns out that when you are supposed to star in a big sex show, you shouldn’t spend the morning fucking and going through existential crises.

I’ll remember that for next time. Because, despite feeling sort of giddy and a bit dizzy, I was also feeling quite optimistic. That and my erection was fucking painful as hell and I needed to use that fucking thing soon or I felt like I was going to pop. It was kind of distracting when I’m just being introduced in quick succession to the richest fucking bastards I was ever in a room with.

Bear was being nice enough to stay by my side and make introductions. He always had a few old women (and one particularly man in a ridiculous purples suit), hanging around him. Bear introduced me to a few of the people I recognized from the homework Juniper gave me. But apparently I’ve generated some interest. Word about Mistress having a little orgy and coming out bitched up with Kitten and I had spread and the rumors went wild.

And of course, Mistress was reveling in it. She looked beautiful. Her dress was dripping with diamonds, and the fabric itself was practically sheer. Her hair and cosmetics were immaculately done. Except for the scratches. She had done her makeup around it, leaving the wound exposed and raw. Wouldn’t let anyone even disinfect it. “I hope it scars. I want to keep it forever.” That’s what she said, and she seemed to be serious.

Bear pulled my attention back to our clients. “Wolf, this is Mary Stevens.” This one was strange. She was younger than the others. Maybe my age. There were a few younger spouses and escorts hanging off the arms of their older, filthy rich patrons. Yet Mary seemed to be by herself.

I had a lot of new faces to learn, so it was nice that a few stood out. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mary. Is it alright if I call you Mary?”

She bared her teeth at me. “It’s Miss Mary to you.” She looked me up and down. Frankly, I looked good. But it’s hard not to when you’re in a bespoke suit made by that creepy bastard with the roaming hands. But Miss Mary didn’t seem very impressed. “I don’t get it.”

I looked at Bear, who seemed to be suppressing laughter. This angry little brunette with the short pixie cut stood on her toes to get right up in my face. “Have I done something to upset you?”

“Yeah. Yeah, you have.” She poked me square in the chest. Strange little thing. Like a rude little Breakfast at Tiffany’s. “Kitten canceled our private session a few days ago. I ask around, find out she’s slumming it with some confused lady boy. And I want to know who the fuck you think you are? Taking my fucking Kitten away from me!” She was shrieking at this point.

We had drawn a small crowd. Miss Mary was intent at making this into a scene. My earpiece buzzed. Juniper had a lot of the talent wear them. She kept a watchful eye on the crowd and was quick to funnel information as needed. Such as right now when she told me, “Mary is obsessed with Kitten. They have a long-standing roleplay about how Kitten is a prisoner here and that Mary is trying to rescue her.”

Interesting.

I’ll have to ask Kitten about that later. But I figure this is the sort of profession where you take risks. So I went for it. I looked at the pissy little thing and smirked. “Miss Mary, I can see you’re worried she forgot about you. Be assured, Kitten really wanted to see you.” I grabbed her by the chin and brought my face to hers. Mistress had used that move on me. “In fact, she begged to see you,” I lied.

Tears welled up in the corner of Mary’s eyes. “You monster!” She pulled back and began to stomp away. I called after her.

“A monster? You know, Kitten said the same thing. Of course, she called me all sorts of names between those addicting screams of hers.” She wanted a bad guy, I could give her that. “Make sure to get a front row seat for tonight, Miss Mary. Seeing you might be the only thing that gets her through what I have planned.” I was probably overdoing it. It was cheesy. Like some sort of cartoon villain.

But it worked. Mary ran up and slapped me. “Bastard!” Then she pushed her way through the congregation of onlookers.

“Well done,” Juniper whispered in my earpiece. “She’s going to skyrocket Kitten’s value. If this goes well, she won’t be able to afford her at all. But she’ll drive up the bidding early. Her family owns a production studio in Hollywood. She’s one of the richest clients we have.”

Suddenly, I felt nails digging into the back of my neck. The sudden pain caused me to kneel. Mistress. “Bad dog! Such a disrespectful little mutt!” She sneered dramatically and bent over. She put her lips next to my head and whispered so only I could hear her. “Good boy.” Then she sank her teeth into my tender ear.

I yelped, “Sorry, Mistress!” I winced theatrically, understanding that even now, we were putting on a show. “Sh-Shall I apologize to her, Mistress?” She constantly had an entourage of old men with gold watches and expensive suits following her around. They watched me, some in amusement and others in jealousy.

“No, I’ll arrange for your punishment later. Perhaps I’ll invite Miss Mary to watch.”

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Red

Click. Click. Click.

I looked at the clock. My performance was starting soon. And I wasn’t allowed to leave the room. Wait for show time, then wait ten more minutes. Mistress’ orders. Fucking hell. This was torture. She took the radio away before leaving. I just walk into the ballroom, and I’m on. Till then, I just have my own fucking thoughts.

So I put the metronome on. Click. Click. Click. Click.

Just emptied the mind. Didn’t think about it. Didn’t think about anything really. Just felt my muscles relax as I sank into this elegant carpet with the competing textures of luxuriously soft and suspiciously crusty.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

I tried to keep the time in my head. Estimating when I should get up. If I was a bit late, well fuck you, Mistress. This is my show now. But a thought crept into my otherwise quiet mind. And I smirked and ran my hands over the belt on my waist. Fuck, I was a god damned wild fucking amazon. I wanted to see again.

Got up and checked myself out in the mirror. I was wearing a robe loosely over my new… uniform. Mistress had explained to me that I should always wear this with clients. If they want something else, they can pay for it, she said. But fuck, why would they want something else?

I let the robe slide off my shoulders and looked myself over again. Fuck, could feel myself getting damp already. What did that creepy fucker from Silence of the Lambs say? “I’d fuck me.” I put my fingertips on the mirror and smiled. Damn, I would if I could.

I held the little leather mask up to my face. I was supposed to glue it on. It was certainly a look. But no. It wouldn’t do. My face is my paintbrush. Can’t make art without it. I threw the mask to the ground.

I was ready to go. No masks. Just Red.

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Kitten

Our gorgeous musicians went quiet. Let me tell you the thing about those two, they could do fucking magic with their fingers. Gonna have to see if they can pencil me in for a little fun before they get back home.

Here we go.

“My greatest ambition in life, my most humble business, is to make dreams come true.” Mistress was hammin’ it up. I was standing outside the side entrance door. People were taking their seats, and she never missed the opportunity to give a little speech. “And I trust you all enjoyed the little video I gave you as a gift. A clandestine meeting a few months ago in my beloved Pussycat Park. A boy, a girl, and the woman whoring her out.”

A satisfied rumble of perverse enjoyment from the clients as they settled in. I had argued against this. I felt like it was sharing somethin’ really personal. She gave them the video from the first day I met Wolf. When he stumbled upon me getting my ass whupped in the middle of the night. Then he fucked my throat while Mistress fucked with his head. It was romantic. Intimate! I didn’t like the idea of these creeps gettin’ off from it.

“As you all saw, it was a magical first meeting.” They were chuckling. “He went after her with such fury right then and there. Kitten was instantly smitten. I thought this boy might be special. And then he shared the most beautiful dream with me.”

We had settled on only giving them the end. Not the first two times I made Wolf cum. I told her that was the way it was, and Mistress conceded.

It was sorta nice to be respected a bit. And besides, that was the only important part to this bit anyway.

“Have you ever imagined my girl like this? When you see her on the bus, is this what you wanted?” Her voice was bein’ played over the sound system. A little refresher of the audio, as if the bastards needed it. Fuck, this was humiliatin’. But I guess that’s sort of the point of it.

“Yes, and more.” I could hear him gaggin’ me. Sloppy and hard. Makin’ me nostalgic.

“Tell me what you imagine doing to my sleazy fucking harlot.” She said the most dreamy things to me!

“Sweet little fucking nerd. I want to molest her, tear open her shirt, lift her dress, and defile her.” Oh, Wolf! So raw and nasty right out of the gate! Such a fuckin’ charmer. My skin prickled. I love the next question.

“Is she willing?” Oh, I felt my fingers rovin’ over my body as I remembered that fuckin’ shine in his eyes when she asked him.

“No… FUCK!” I remember the spurt of cum as he tried to hold back. Fuck, he needed me real bad. “She cries for help, looking to the other people. Begs me to stop.”

Oh, fuck I wanted to go out. Wanted this to start. The sound of him violating my face was getting me stirred up. Murmurs were buildin’ in the ballroom. Getting the mood right. Mistress knew what she was doin’.

Close now… the end of the recording. Wolf’s dream. “The passengers watch her, some look away like it’s not happening. Others watch. They get close. Take pictures. Some jerk off, others wait for their turn.”

And dead silence as the sound cut out. I heard the click of the lights shiftin’ over to the spotlight on the stage. She’ll be doing the unveiling now. I heard the whoosh of the sheet as she pulled it off our set. She had it put in this morning. A few rows of bus seats and a few metal poles were installed on the stage to simulate the grab rails. Looked like she grabbed the inside of the bus we rode and put it up on stage. Really went all out with the set. Murmuring and applause from the rubes with an occasional gasp.

“My prestigious guests.” Fuck, Mistress had this quiver in her tone. Not many people pick up on it, it’s subtle. But I fuckin’ live for it. Mistress is turned on. She is dripping right now, I know it! And she can’t wait to watch me perform. “For this evening’s offering, I wish for you to play the role of the passengers along for this perverted little commute from Wolf’s twisted mind. Behold as he ravages Kitten’s supple body. Then maybe some of you would like to pay to join in?”

Fuck I could use a good ravaging.

A girlish scream, ah fuckin’ Mary again! I’ve been avoidin’ her. “No! Not my Kitten!” Like, she was a fun girl, but she can be a little much. And her game is gettin’ stale. She’s a real attention whore about it anymore too. Fuck, I think she’s mostly paying me to endure the cringiness of it all.

“Quiet her. Inga, get the rope!” Mistress was such a professional. Rolled right with Little Miss Same-Fucking-Roleplay-For-Four-Years’ interruption. And Mary was probably gettin’ off to the attention. “I need someone who can keep her quiet. Someone with strong hands and a firm… lap. Gentlemen, who will pay to restrain this mouse, and make her watch?”

Ha! And now she’s auctionin’ off a client! And Mary will go along with it, fits her fantasy. Nice.

“Inga, please bring our little brat over to Daddy Phillips. He’ll watch over the girl. And now, if anyone else wants Inga’s attention, you’re going to have to pay for it.”

That got a laugh from the perverts. But someone finally asked the big question. The Crypto slimeball that just started coming recently. He shouted, “What about Red? I thought she was supposed to be in this thing?”

Red! I moaned, and realized I was gonna miss my cue if I didn’t stop playin’ with myself. Mistress answered as enigmatically as ever. “Red? Oh, you mean my gem that I’ve found? The one I’ve been bragging about for weeks? Wolf’s cuckold fiancée who has been the most fiery young talent I’ve met in years? That Red?”

They hooted and hollered, demandin’ the girl of the hour. I got ready, this was it.

“She’ll be around in her own time.” That’s my cue!

Show time!

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Wolf

My heart stopped when I saw her. She dressed like she had on the bus. Those big, thick fucking glasses that first caught my eye. Oversized fluffy sweater. A long skirt that hugged her round ass and went down to her ankles. So fucking prudish. It wasn’t like Kitten I’ve grown to know in these last few weeks at all. I asked her why she wore those kind of clothes when she went out.

“It’s comfortable. And I’m not thinking about fucking all day, every day. My work clothes, they’re a part of me I normally don’t like to share with people. I feel really vulnerable like that. More so than when I’m naked and tied to somethin’. But it’s still me. And I gotta let that part out too. I got a filing job with the city, I enjoy it. Helps me focus and I get to snoop into people’s business. So in my unassuming clothes, organizing files and filling out paperwork like a ‘normal girl’, it feels like letting that part of me shine!”

Kind of ironic. When she was chaste and pure, I had the most lecherous thoughts. And this isn’t just the fact that my cock was painfully being spurred on by a larger dosage of Mistress’ performance enhancers. She appears like that in most of my fantasies, the shy little geek cowering against the bus window.

I haven’t told anyone this before, but she got me through a lot of depressing times.

The first day I rode the bus, she sat next to me. It was crowded, not like she had much choice. But I met her gaze, and she looked away and blushed. I was immediately charmed. We didn’t say anything. I’m too embarrassed to ask if she remembers that. But I was hooked.

I would just watch her during my commute. Pretending to play on my phone, but I couldn’t look away from her. When Red and I weren’t doing so well, just two people living lives beside but not together… it was the fantasies of this bookish girl in glasses that motivated me to get up and make it to a job I hated. Since I didn’t know her as Kitten, I made up names for her. Lilly, Sally, Sam, Pearl. Changed it around a lot.

The daydreams had started out so innocently. I imagined striking up a conversation with this quiet girl who would shrink away when I spoke. But then she would warm up to me, and romance would bloom. But the longer I saw her, for close to two years that I rode that bus, my desires warped.

Loving trysts turned to torrid encounters behind my fiancé’s back. Cheating became a tawdry part of the dream, and the dream became more potent and elaborate. In my mind, I corrupted her. I made this innocent little girl into a terrible slut. I even had this fantasy where she gave me her first ever BJ. Ha, it’s funny thinking about it now. Like there was anything I could have taught Kitten about fucking. She’s been instructing me!

And then one day I watched her from across the bus and a new idea crept into my mind. What if I would sit next to her when she tucked close to the window? And right there on the bus, I would lift that skirt and run my hand up her inner thigh. Right in public, fuck that excited me.

That dirty thought became more polished. Groping, fondling, eventually grabbing her by the head and pushing her mouth onto my cock. Bobbing her head low so no one sees. Or if they did, they just watched. And one day it got darker.

Instead of hesitantly joining in, she fought me. She struggled… until she broke. She would beg me to stop, cried and cursed at me. And I watched her on the bus, as I thought of taking her against her will, I stopped fighting against it. I liked it, even if it was sick and fucked up. The thoughts excited me.

As soon as I got to work I beat off twice in a bathroom stall. Then I felt the morbid drop afterward. Shame. Absolutely disgusted that I let such moral depravity take hold. It took me real low. Didn’t stop me from doing it again. And again. Until it became… this. Mistress told me she would make my dream come true.

Everyone silently watched Kitten… no… the nameless nerd on the bus goes and takes her seat. The sound system played the ambient noises of riding through traffic to set the mood. Kitten looked away from the audience, out the fake window next to her seat. I let her sit for a short while, and I savored her. Kitten told me in one of her lessons, “When you’re where you want to be, no point in rushin’ it. Slow down, be in the moment. Take in everything.” So I watched from the darkness off-stage.

I imagined what I would do to her. I should have felt nervous. This should be unnatural. But I kept thinking to myself, this is my dream. And I can do anything I want in my dreams. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

I ached, my whole body needed to fuck.

And finally, I stepped on stage.

All eyes were on us. Seating for the show was a caste system in itself. The talent was not provided with seats They were standing off to the sides and huddled close to the stage. The rich assholes got the seats which were arranged in three tiers along the center. Where you sat was a statement. The ‘poor rich’ and ‘new bloods’ were in the back. Big money sat closer and wrapped around Mistress’ seat. She sat in something that I could only accurately describe as a throne, front and center.

I sat down next to Kitten. She tensed and squirmed away from me. And we both sat in relative stillness. I looked her over, and I could hear the crowd getting antsy. And I placed my hand on her thigh. She gasped and pulled away, so I scooted closer. And my fingers curled over her dress and began slowly hiking it up her leg.

Mary let out a muffled cry as she weakly fought against ‘Daddy Phillip’, who cupped his hand around her mouth and pulled her against his body. They seemed to be having a good time. Everyone leaned in as I started to get more brazen with Kitten. I fondled her breasts as she began to push me away. “S-stop it!” She cried and smacked my hand.

“Little girl, it’s a long ride. Don’t you want to have a little fun?” I boxed her in and slid my hand under her shirt. Fuck, I liked the way she wriggled away from me.

Then suddenly she leaned in and whispered, “Less up-shirt, make it a fuckin’ show.” Suddenly, she stood up and tried to get out of the seat. She protested, “Fuckin’ creep! I’m gonna tell the driver!”

Fuck, she’s right. I’m enjoying myself, but I need to play it to the audience. Kitten shuffled in front of my legs to get out. I grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it above her ass. She fell forward, bent over the seat with her ass in the air. She had knee socks on! Fuck I like those. So did Mistress, I gathered. I saw she was practically drooling.

I realized my gaze was lingering on her adorable, tight white socks with a cat face pattern at the top. They kicked and her bum bounced in the air. I had lost my momentum, was acting choppy and unnaturally. I needed to get this thing going, so I leaned in and bit her ass figuring that would liven things back up.

The timing was weird, and she wasn’t ready for my teeth sinking into her backside. Her legs jerked and kicked me in the chest, and an awkward high-pitched gasp wheezed from my lungs. The crowd was giggling. Probably not a great start so far.

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Kitten

Ok, Wolf is a really nice guy. And an excellent fuck. But he’s turnin’ out to be not so good at this performance thing. We’re fucking dying up here. Fuck.

Fuck.

I need to take control, but he’s supposed to be the aggressor. God damnit. I can lead from the bottom alright when we’re just screwin’ but it’s harder to teach a guy how to point my tits at the audience on the fly. The bus seats aren’t workin’, we’re boxed in and no one can see shit. So I flung myself to the ground. “Get back!”

It was cheesy. Very soap opera. And now the clients are startin’ to chatter with each other. The rich bastards are losin’ interest and having little side conversations. Wolf hopped onto my back. He better start makin’ this good.

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Red

Oh, this was bad.

I had cheated and left as soon as the show started. Mistress taught me well. First day I took her stupid bet and she cheated to get what she wanted. Why shouldn’t I? And I wanted to see the ‘shit show’.

And these two, they weren’t disappointing on that front. Fuck.

I snuck in when the lights dimmed, all classy-like, with one of Mistress’ black satin sheets draped over me. One of the old fuckers saw me. And now with Kitten and Wolf absolutely boring the hell out of everyone, he seemed a lot more curious with me. I’ll have to make my move soon if I want the biggest impact.

But I wanted this to sink lower. Fuck Mistress. She wanted to put everything on the line and risk her future? She wants to put that on my back? Fine, then I want to make her sweat.

This thing was fucked conceptually from the beginning. Limited movement, the actors are clueless and supposed to improvise, he’s got the jitters, she’s visibly upset with him. And the rich fucks were ruthless spectators.

“Mistress, how much longer will this be going on?” One guy was loudly bugging her.

“Well, this is disappointing,” this lady dripping in furs observed to a much younger boy-toy she had with her.

Currently, Wolf is trying to rip open Kitten’s top. A sweater that is very well crafted and since they went with this whole ‘bus fantasy’ and used her actual everyday wardrobe, it’s sturdy. And he’s trying to rip it from the back and just struggling against the knit.

Ouch. Painful to watch.

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Wolf

Shit! Shit, shit, shit.

Kitten looked back and gave me a desperate look. I rolled her over and ripped along the front. That didn’t have much give either, so I leaned forward and sank my teeth into the neckline of the sweater. That went a lot better. I was able to tear it open with just a few pulls.

She had this pin, a white enamel cat, that was previously snugly affixed above her breast. When I used all my strength to manage the last tear, the pin flew off the stage.

“Ouch! Fuck!” It hit this guy cuddling up to Mistress’ arm, and the room erupted in laughter. Mistress, oh fuck. I was sure she was furious. I couldn’t even look at her.

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Kitten

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Mistress was… so fucking happy. This was going terribly, and there she was, grinnin’ like a fool!

I only just got the girls out, and now we have to make this sexy after all this? What the fuck was I supposed to do?

And I got so distracted with her, I hadn’t even realized that Wolf was ripping open my bra. So, with way too much of a delay, I yelled out, “You monster! Get off!” Fuck, they are laughin’ harder. And giggles don’t translate to sales. Shit!

I started hyperventilating. Sucking air and panicking. This wasn’t sexy; this was just sad and mortifying. I knew I couldn’t fix this anymore! Wolf and I are dead up here, and nothing can turn it around.

We are so fucked.

CRACK! My ass flinched, my body knew that sound.

Like a god damned crimson angel… Red was coming to save us.

CRACK! Like fuckin’ thunderclap.

The crack of her belt whipped against the back wall. And everything got silent as everyone turned to. Couldn’t see in the darkness. Just heard her roar at us.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing? You call this a fuck show?”

*CRACK!” This time, one of the clients yelped in the crowd. She hit him on her way up.

Red laughed. “You two pathetic little sluts are supposed to be representing me, and this is the best you can do?”

*CRACK!” That red leather belt struck the stage and stopped flat. It lay still, till its owner stepped up onto the stage and into the light.

The audience gasped. Fuck, she looked hot.

Hair teased up, big and curly. She wore her makeup like a warpaint. Sharp lines and intimidating burgundies around the eyes, dark black lipstick, and her freckles were left proudly uncovered. And what she was wearin’. God damn. She had a collar like ours, but she didn’t have Mistress’ seal burned into it. Just the same leather as the belt. And nothing covered her chest, those pert little tits were brashly displayed.

And around her waist was a maze of intricate leather straps. It was tight with golden rivets, leaving her cunt and ass crack exposed. I realized it was a strap-on harness. Ha! with belt loops to sheath her belt. Almost so pretty it was easy to miss the clever little buckle and latch attachment at the front for that could be used for locking in a rubber cock. That was sexy, but those fucking legs. That’s what made it.

Ballet shoes. And climbing up her legs, snaking around like a serpent, ballet ribbons up to her thighs . No, not ribbons, they were leather as well. Like a seductive, optical illusion. They were actually boots! Oh fuck, the Tailor outdid himself. Fuck.

Shit, realized she was starin’ me down. And she’s fucking pissed. There wasn’t any laughter from the audience anymore. But there were excited gasps when she grabbed me by the back of my neck, pulled me to my feet, and belted me across the cheek. I fell back to the ground. Red was a short thing, but she had presence and menacingly towered over me. “Kitten! You’re the professional here. How the fuck did you let this happen?”

“I’m sorry, Red! W-we were just… PLEASE NO!” She raised the belt and I covered my head and cowered at her feet. Truth be told, I wanted to get hit again. Made me moister than anything I had done with Wolf so far. But I knew how to play this crowd, and they liked seein’ me scared.

“Take off those lame fucking clothes.” She reached down and grabbed me by the hair. She tilted her head and considered. “But leave the glasses. Wolf was right, there’s something about them…”

She let go and I fell back to the ground. And I started shaking and stripping slowly, I could stretch that out and give her time to turn her attention to Wolf. I began to take off the torn sweater and answered, “Yes, Miss Red.”

I felt the belt crack hard against my tits. “How many times do I have to tell you, little girl? It’s just Red. Now someone out there, get me some fucking rope!”

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Wolf

It was like time had broken. Like when she stepped on stage till this moment had been a beautiful eternity. My Goddess, she had come to save me. I remained on my knees before her, frozen in a position of worship. And it was like everything was in slow motion. She was so perfect, I wanted to cry.

But I snapped out of it. “And you!” At least, Red did when she slapped me hard across the face. And suddenly everything had sped back up. She sneered and slapped me again. Again and again, she struck me. I took the hits, I refused to cower from what I deserved. “You miserable fucking dog. Is this the best you can do?”

“No, Red.” I could feel the trickle of blood coming down from my nose. She wasn’t pulling her hits.

“You can do better than?” I nodded to her. When she spoke, it was like a lioness roaring. “Put out your fucking hands. Palms facing down.”

There was a murmur of anticipation as she raised the belt. I winced and waited for it. The pain came in white hot, and there was this weird delay before the pain was registered. Reminded me of the time I dropped hot grease on myself when I tried to cook. “AH!” My hands had purple blotches where she hit me.

“Then what the fuck was that pathetic rutting?” She grabbed me by the throat and pointed my face to the darkness off stage. “Look hard, it’s easy to lose them in the lights. Look hard till you can make out their faces. That’s your fucking audience. You owe them nothing but fucking perfection!” I could start to make them out as I squinted.

Smug bastards. Prissy bitches. All dolled up and dripping with opulent jewels and designer clothes. And Red was playing them, tying them around her finger with the flattery. But I knew her well; she was dead serious. It was a pet peeve of hers when she could see performers were phoning it in. And she held herself to that strict standard, and I would be held to it too.

“Yes, Red. I’m… I’m sorry, everybody. Please, just…” I pleaded to the audience. Prostrated myself to delight them. They loved seeing a man grovel. “Just let me start over. Give me a chance to…”

Red’s foot drove into the middle of my back and kicked me onto all fours. She stepped up onto my back, like mounting a soap box before a speech. Balancing as I tried to remain still underneath her. “Excuse the whelp, he seems to think he’s anything more than a prop.” They chuckled approvingly, the atmosphere shifted completely. This was Red’s show now.

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Red

“Red, the rope.” Juniper chucked the bundle of black cotton at me from behind the audience. Couldn’t see to good out there with the houselights, but she hit my hands with amazing accuracy. Fuck, she was athletic. Needed to ask her about that sometime.

“Thank you Juniper. Ladies, Gentlemen, and all the rich fucks that had to pay to be here...” Got a few outraged gasps. Good. I wanted them to know how I felt about them. “I apologize for this. This, this was not my show. Mistress, in all her wisdom, thought these two sorry chuckle-fucks could come up with something on their own. She dreams big, doesn’t she?” Again, mixed reactions. Got some laughs but an offended murmuring from the crowd that sat close to Mistress seemed offended.

“Well, Red, they certainly were entertaining.” Hadn’t even broken a sweat. Damn. And she was enjoying herself. “Not sexy, mind you. More like a comedic opener for you.”

I folded my arms and shook my head. “Well, you’ve taken a chance. A dumb fucking chance, and now it’s fucked. A bus groping? Really? That’s the best you could come up with?”

There was this old bat up front with an angry look on her face. She’d had this angry fucking expression since it started, but finally she cracked a grin. “Yeah, show us something new!”

“She knows what I mean. Even if they didn’t…” I wobbled, Wolf’s arms were shaking. Tough. He could hold it a bit longer. “I swear to fuck, Wolf. If you drop me I will stomp your cock into the stage. Now this little train idea, even if you two didn’t fuck it up, it would’ve been some cheap porno you could find on the internet. And these fuckers have paid for something that transcends a cheap fuck. They want a god damned show!”

I hopped off Wolf, he was all wobbles. Decided to lay off him a bit. I’ll need him at full strength soon. So I strolled over to Kitten, who now wore nothing but her collar and glasses.

“Wolf, clothes off. Then lay down on your fucking back. I’ll be back with you in two shakes. Folks, give me a few minutes here to straighten some things out with these two sexy little idiots, and I’ll be presenting you a new show.”

No time to talk things over, just need to keep going. And why not? Let’s show off some of my newly acquired shibari skills. Of course, this was my first time trying it on something other than my own two legs, but I think I got it down. I placed the belt back over my waist through the loops on the harness. Christ, I loved this outfit.

“Kitten, wrists.” Fuck, she was good. Whimpering and getting on her knees. Offering me her hands and looking absolutely fucking pathetic.

“R-red. Please don’t get too rough with me. I… I can’t take another beatin’ again.” Finally, Kitten could get into her element. These rich fucks liked seeing a pretty, young looking thing like Kitten take some abuse. Their a bunch of sick fucks. And she plays into it so well.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the prayer knot.” They all watched in intense interest as I looped the folded rope around Kitten’s wrists. My little model’s experience helped move things along quickly. She knew right where to put her hands and fingers to make it easy for me without needing to bark instructions. Soon, I had her hands bound with the palms together and rope running around the base of her thumbs.

“Ow, it’s so tight!” Kitten stuck out her quivering lip.

I stroked her face. “Little one, don’t you worry you’re pretty fuckin’ head. By the end of tonight, there’s going to be nothing left on you that could remotely be described as tight.”

“NO! Kitten, no!” That Mary chick from earlier was making another ruckus. Not on my fuckin’ time.

“Mary, is it? I’m getting tired of your fucking yapping really quick.” I knelt down and scooped up Kitten’s panties. Fuckin’ soaked by the way. I looked down and saw Kitten was trying not to smirk. I marched into the crowd, stepping through the people and not around them.

She pretended to struggle in the guy’s lap. He made almost no effort to restrain her, instead enjoying her wiggling. She leaned toward me and spat. A gasp went up from the crowd as her saliva ran down my nipple.

I raised my hand, and she yelped and flinched. “Pathetic little mouse.” I grabbed her by the back of the neck instead. I pulled her face against my tit and rubbed her cheek against her own spittle. She tried to protest, and I shoved Kitten’s wet panties deep into her mouth.

The room was completely silent except for Mary gagging on the underwear. “If you interrupt me again, I will make sure Kitten’s tender little asshole is fucked so thoroughly that she’ll be crawling for weeks. Is that what you want to see?”

Her eyes went glassy, and she mumbled into the cloth gag, promising and begging.

“Good. Now I trust we’re done with the interuptions?”

Mary nodded, and went slack against the useless old fuck who was supposed to be holding her. I turned sharply and walked back. Two men offered me their hands to help me down. Honestly, as slimy as these fucks were it was nice being fawned over.

I returned to the stage, and grabbed kitten by the wrists. “Moving on. Laddering!” I loved this one, binding the arms together in an ornate pattern that looks like it’s in rungs and a line of knots all the way up the center. It was trickly, never tried it on someone life-sized.

Kitten whispered, “Looser and spaced more.”

“Don’t you dare mumble when you speak to me!” I slapped her across the face. She subtly winked at me when she saw I was taking her note. She was right, Kitten had the expertise in this situation. Got the tie done in less time, and the binding was deceptively loose. It will let her move around more, which I’ll need.

“I said I’m sorry, Red!”

“I don’t need your sorries.” I looped the rope over her neck and back down to the top of the ladder around her biceps. Looked really fucking good if I do say so myself. Tying off the knot, I was left with enough rope for a tether. I led her to center stage and showed her off. They clapped. “I would never rely on something as weak as ‘sorry’. You fuck up, I hurt you, and now you’re scared. That’s something I can work with. Now, be a good girl and wait here while I have a word with Wolf. After all, you’re the star of my little fairytale.”

I gently kissed Kitten, her eyes went wide and she giggled in excitement. She beamed as I tied her to the handrail they installed for the bus bit. She was primed and the audience was murmuring excitedly as they started to speculate what was going to happen next. Now I had to get Wolf on the right page. And I needed to make him fucking feral.

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Wolf

“You love me, don’t you?” Red was taking the belt back out. And I was just akwardly laying naked and my cock dripping with pre-cum as I watched her tie up Kitten. I thought love was the last thing on her mind right now.

I hesitated and looked out into the darkened wall of faces, smirking. “Yes. I…”

“But love didn’t stop you from cheating on me, did it?” She let go of the end of her belt The buckle fell between my thighs, just a bit closer and it would have painfully landed on my balls. I froze. She started to drag the metal over my hard cock. “Remember? With Kitten? You know, that little video everyone here watched. All these bastards jacked off to it. You humiliated me, dismissed me. Just to get your cock sucked. You remember that, yes?”

“Yes, Red… OOOFF!” She kicked the toe of her ballet shoe into my ribs.

“Good, I was worried you forgot about it. Well, I’ve decided we can work past it. But first I need is for you to feel what I did.” She straddled my body and dropped her knees beside my stomach. She sat back and rubbed her ass against my cock. “You know, Wolf, you can be a fucking moron. You’re a dumb fucking dog, but you’re my dog. And I do love you. So, do you want to fuck me?”

She leaned forward and scraped her freshly shave mons pubis over my cock. slickening it as I groaned. “Yes!”

Red stroked the side of my face lovingly. “And I want that too. But you’ve been a bad boy. So I’m going to get even now, doesn’t that seem fair?”

She sat up on her haunches and to my astonishment, wrapped the belt around her own neck. She tightened it and gave me a wink, one the audience couldn’t see. “W-what’s my punishment?” She slid her hips down, teasing my shaft as I bubbled more pre-cum onto my belly. Fuck, it hurt. I needed to fuck so much.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything except lie here and take it.” She pointed backward into the audience. I followed her finger, somewhere in the mix of a few men. “You, get over here and fuck me.”

Suddenly, four guys rose up to their feet. And then the arguing.

“She was pointing at me!”

“No, me!”

“Gentlemen, she obviously wants me!”

Things began to get heated as the silent one made his way to the stage. The others grabbed him, and it looked like they were about to come to blows. “I don’t fucking care. Juniper, make em’ bid but do it fucking quick. I’m pressed for time.”

I could hear the excitement in Juniper’s voice. “You heard the lady, the high bidder after thirty seconds.” It was a master stroke. They didn’t have time to think. Just raise each other more and more money. I didn’t see exactly how much, Red just leaned back over me and gave me the sluttiest grin. This was vindictive, and I knew she deserved it. The crowd gasped suddenly, “Mr. Worthing. Please make your way to the stage.”

The woman beside him sneered, “Jonathan! I can’t believe you spent so much on that whore!” Red bristled at that. She liked it. She liked taking from this rich asshole and upsetting his wife.

Red whispered to me, “This is just the beginning, you know. I’ll never forgive you, not really. But I can humiliate you, disgrace you until I feel better about it.” And she leaned in as the heavy set older man began to unbutton his tuxedo pants. “Mr. Worthing, would you kindly give it to me.”

“Miss R-Red, how should I…” He got nervous as soon as she looked back at him. Suddenly, he was not so sure if he was up to claiming his prize.

She took the dangling strap from her neck and offered it to him. “Right here. From behind. Not too rough, try and make it good.” She leaned down and kissed me. “Right on top of my fucking cuck.”

And I watched her face. She reminded me of Mistress in that moment. The cold cruelty of her pleasure wasn’t getting fucked, it was knowing that I couldn’t help but be turned on by it. This beautiful woman… who I loved more than anyone in the whole world… who I was going to be married to… moaned into my face as the strangers cock penetrated her what was once exclusively my cunt.

She shook as he cautiously pulled on the belt and tapped his hips against her ass. But she remained otherwise fixed in place. “Oh fuck, Wolf. Let me tell you…” She bit her lip and allowed him a few more thrusts. “This guy is terrible. Oh, fuck. He screws like a fish flopping on land. This is the most pathetic cock I’ve ever taken.”

I already felt juices dripping onto me. I could feel my cheeks go red. Anger and embarrassment mingled into an emotional paste that felt burned in me like pitch. I begged, “Please…” She leaned down and kissed me with a giggle Her stomach lowering so she could feel the head of my cock against her skin. “Please, let me fuck you instead.”

“No, not until you’ve earned it.” She rocked at an uneven pace, suddenly being jostled and shaken as he tried hammering at her cunt. “Hey, fucker! I said not too rough!” Her complaint elicited a moan from his lips. Red rolled her eyes in extreme disappointment.

Hot semen quickly filled her and gushed down onto the base of my cock and coating my balls. Red perked up a bit. She popped an eyebrow and shrugged.

“Well, that’s not so bad. That’s a lot of cum. Wouldn’t you say Wolf? After all, it’s leaking all over you.” She moved her body slowly and he groaned. Her cunt milked sloppy globs from his cock that ultimately coated my hard cock. “Thank the man for fucking me.”

Worthing tugged at the belt and Red’s head snapped back as she laughed triumphantly. I said it sullenly, stoically. “Thank you, Mr. Worthing.” Red wasn’t getting off, but she was getting plenty of satisfaction. She grabbed me by the cheek, made sure I was looking her dead in the eyes as she drank in my disgrace.

“Hold still, Mr. W.” she directed behind her, and she crawled up over me and the belt fell from his hands. His half erect cock slid out of her and bounced against mine. He recoiled at the sensation of our dicks touching, cum splashing onto me as he did. “Everyone give Mr. Worthing a hand, not the best at fucking but I’m sure as Mrs. Worthing would tell you, he certainly doesn’t leave you with an empty feeling.”

His friends laughed, and he beamed proudly as he pulled up his pants. Everyone acted like he had just done something amazing, sort of reminded me of those school plays where everyone cheers for the kids, no matter how bad it is.

Red stood up, letting more of his semen drip down onto my chest as she took the belt of her neck. “Now, Wolf, it’s show time. Don’t think too hard about it, you’re just a dumb little cuck covered in another man’s load.” She slowly walked upward to Kitten, dribbling more juices onto my face.

“Yes, Red.” I sat up, hard and filthy. Desperately needing to fuck. And Red pointed my face at Kitten, bound and looking at me with such a frightened look. Her glasses bounced on her nose as she struggled against the rope. I growled.

“There she is, boy. You gonna fuck her rough, aren’t you?” She walked toward Kitten, my hair in her hand as I crawled beside her like a dog.

“Yes, Red!” God, if Red let me, I would’ve torn into her.

“Smell it.” Red pulled me closer, pushed by face into Kitten’s wet, dripping pussy. Oh fuck, that smell. Kitten had a fruity quality when she was turned on, and she was fucking ripe. I could see that telltale smirk of longing. She wanted it too. “You wanna fuck that, boy? You wanna fuck the slutty little Kitten?”

“FUCK! YES!” I lunged upward and Red pulled me back down by my hair. Kitten shrieked and recoiled. And then she gave me a sly smile.

“Good dog. Now, I promised this audience a fairytale. A new one, based on my life. I’m going to really open up to everyone here. Mistress talked big about how she makes dreams come true. Well, I prefer to make my own way of it. So, allow me to welcome you to the one and only showing of ‘Red’s Revenge’. She stroked Kitten’s hair and had that evil fucking look that I had only seen on Mistress before. “Or if you prefer, ‘Princess’s Ravaging’.

Princess… her sister. Fuck, she hates her sister.

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Red

I turned to the two naked musicians. Didn’t get to hear them play, but if they were under Mistress’ employ, I could assume they were amazing. “Hey, are those things just for show? Give me some music, here! Something brooding, mysterious.”

I was right to trust in them. They exchanged a look, and that’s all they needed. They were completely in sync. And soon a haunting melody became the backdrop of my story.

Honestly, those filthy rich pricks didn’t deserve me getting this personal. But I didn’t exactly have time to put together something completely original. And besides, I had everything I needed to make this good.

I pointed at Mistress, her seat half in the spotlight. Even when she had nothing to do with the performance, Mistress was always visible. That was so like her. She said she never joined in these things, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t make her part of my story.

“There was a beautiful Queen. Lovely and adored by all. They came from all over the kingdom to lavish her with the finest gifts and…” I bent close and stroked the diamond necklace she wore. Didn’t have that when she left the room. “…The most expensive trinkets. All seeking the bliss of even a moment of her affection.” She squeezed the hand of the man next to her, probably the source of the new jewelry.

I knelt before Mistress, who leaned forward and presented me her hand. She liked playing the Queen, knew she would. I kissed it, then brought it to the side of my face. She cupped my cheek and looked lovingly into my eyes.

“She had two daughters. Red was the eldest.” I began to shake. Telling the story was genuine. This part… the hurt… “The eldest, she despised. You see, the Queen pretended to be wonderful. But that was just the mask. She was mean. Hurtful. A sadist bitch.”

Mistress cooed, “I like this Queen.” The men around her seemed like they were trying to be the one laughing the hardest. Had to fight rolling my eyes, just pressed on.

“There was something about Red that just pissed her off. Was she an unwanted relic of the dead King? Maybe she could just tell Red was fundamentally different? Or simply because the Queen was a bitch and it was something to do. Red was teased and beaten for amusement. In fact, whenever anything went wrong for the Queen, she found some way to make it Red’s fault. And Red… Red was punished.”

Mistress lunged at me and struck me across the side of my face. I fell to the ground, collapsed at her feet as she triumphantly stood tall over me. She understood the assignment. And the crowd was excited, gasping and fully immersed. Even the rich old fucks who seemed determined not to enjoy this fell in line with Mistress’ blow. I pushed myself back up, nursing my cheek. That was gonna bruise.

“Red didn’t want a Queen. She just wanted a Mother. Someone to love her, to care for her.” I looked up to Mistress and my tears flowed. I didn’t need to dig for them. The thought of my own mother was enough to make me cry. Mistress knelt down and took me by the chin and raised it to her face. She offered me her lips. I raised myself up to meet her. “Red just wanted to make her Mommy proud.” I tried to kiss her, but Mistress withdrew and let me fall back to the ground.

Mistress chided me and walked toward Kitten, “You’re so worthless, Red. Why can’t you be more like Princess?” Fuck she was good. Couldn’t have cued her better if I tried.

“Princess!” I growled, wiping the tears from my cheeks as I felt my face grow hot. A burning anger grew in my stomach. “Princess, Red’s fucking bitch of a sister.” I locked eyes with Kitten. She had caught on, too. I was glad I didn’t need Wolf for this part, he might have been too thick to just pick up a part without being told.

Kitten responded in a high, nasal voice. She knew how to play a brat. “Mommy! Red is being mean!” Mistress quickly undid my knot that bound her to the pole, but left her arms tied together. “Spank her! Hurt her!”

Oh shit, Mistress was getting into this more than I realized. Her eyes sparkled, that fresh scratch had started to scab up. Fuck if I know how you make an open wound sexy, but Mistress was doing it. She grabbed me by the wrist. I pulled and fought as she dragged me to the nearly forgotten bus seats. She bent me over her knee and began to beat my behind with an open palm.

“AHHH! Mommy! Stop, I didn’t do anything!” God damn that woman knew how to smack an ass. I think the old fucks in the back rows could feel those slaps. Loud, forceful. I didn’t need to pretend. It hurt and I was trying to get away. She firmly grasped my hair and shoved her knee up in my gut. I could kick and struggle, but I was trapped.

“Red! How dare you tie up my perfect little Princess!” I was letting her play out her ‘evil Mommy’ fantasy on stage, and she was loving it. That sneer, that disgust. Fuck, she sold it to the audience.

Kitten skipped over and gloated in front of me. She was moving her arms within my bindings in a weird way, I didn’t understand what she was doing. “And Mommy! Red stole my toys! And she called me names.”

“I didn’t…” Kitten winked, and to my astonishment, she did something I’ve never seen. With a grunt and a twist of her body, I heard a loud popping noise she had dislocated her shoulder. Her arm shifted and all my bindings went slack. And just like that, my lauded new knotwork skills were humbled as the rope fell slack to her feet. Even the prayer tie on her hands came undone.

The crowd ‘Ooo’d’ and ‘Aw’d’ in astonishment. Was a fuck of a trick.

“Mommy! She’s been hurting me! Look what she did to my arm!” Fuck, Kitten! Just… fuck. She commits, I’ll give her that. Even Mistress paused briefly, her face flush with pride for her little girl.

“BAD RED! YOU NASTY LITTLE BITCH!” Mistress beat me harder. Oh fuck, I could smell it on her. She was loving this. I could feel the heat of her cunt radiating upward toward my belly. I should have charged Mistress for all the fun she was having. After all, I’m a professional and shit. I’m putting on a high-quality production here. And damn was it working. The chucklefucks were drooling in their seats. Even the talent was slack-jawed.

And of course Kitten has to slut it up some more. “And Mommy, she did all sorts of perverted things too. She watches me change. She…” With another quick contortion she snapped her shoulder back into place with a loud groan. “She touches herself when she looks at me.” Kitten crouched down so her full tits were in stuffed in my face. Listen, it wasn’t the wrong choice. The audience ate that shit up. But I did feel like it cost my production a little class. “And I think she wants to fuck me! Me, Mommy! Her innocent little sister.”

She slid down and kissed me slowly on the lips. Chekhov’s Incest has been loaded. Guess I’ll be fucking Kitten later in this production.

“Dirty fucking animal!” Mistress suddenly burst up to her feet, sending me tumbling down from her lap onto the floor. “Now you go to your room and think about what you’ve done! And don’t you dare raise a finger to my precious little Kit…” She turned to the audience and gave them a demure smile. “I mean my little Princess again!” The fucking ham! They ate it up. Eh, I’ll let her have it.

She turned back and gave me a wink. This was going better than she had ever planned. And… Kitten mounted me and began to grind herself against my ass as Mistress walked away. “Mommy loves me best. She’ll believe anythin’ I say! I can do whatever I want to you, can’t I? Say ‘I’m a fuck toy.’ Say it!”

Kitten was starting to wile out. “I am your fuck toy,” she started humping me harder. And she was doing a lot better job of it than Mr. Worthing did. She made sure her thigh was positioned just right so she was very nicely rubbing my cunt.

Fuck! Kitten, needed to rein it in! Can’t be getting off now, more story to get through first. I reached back and grabbed her by the back of the neck. She reached around and dug her fingers into my breasts. “Stop,” I hissed to her. We froze in place, the audience gasped. It was a good pose. I whispered back, “Cool it.!”

I looked back and saw Juniper by the house lights. God damn, she had good instincts. She held up two fingers, think that means she’s giving me two minutes. She nodded, and I returned the gesture. Then she cut the house lights. The musicians paused. Then they played a flourishing interlude that drew the attention to them. Kitten relaxed.

Alright, have a little time to give some instructions and figure out the end.

“Sorry,” she whispered back.

“Whatever, just kneel by Wolf, get him wound up.”

Now I’ve got two minutes in the dark to figure out how to finish this thing…

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Kitten

Yeah, I get carried away. It’s kind of what I do. Oh fuck, I wonder if she felt how god damn wet I was when I was humpin’ her. Havin’ a fucking blast! Oh shit, I need fucked so bad.

Wolf was just shaking, he was so fuckin’ horny. Poor guy, all swollen and frothing. And he wasn’t allowed to do a damn thing until Red said he could. “Hey Wolf, ya fuckin’ cuck.” I spoke quietly, and he bristled and his breathin’ got heavier.

I flicked his boner, taunting him. “Fuck, that guy just dumped a bucket of cum into Red! How did that make you feel, cuckboy?”

“Bitch,” he hissed.

“It’s still all over you. Does it make you sad? Do you need me to lick it off you like a good little Kitten?”

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Wolf

Need… need to fuck. Hurts. So fucking wound up. I wanted to grab them both and fuck them till they scream! GOD! I need to fuck!

In the dark, Red walked behind us. She whispered her instructions in my ear. I nod, and she lovingly runs her hands through my hair. She's got this, all I have to do is submit to her plan, and I know this will all work out.

And Kitten. Oh... fucking Kitten. I’m going to tear you to pieces. And that’s just what you want, isn’t it? Fine, you want me angry? You want to be hate fucked?

Of course you do, Kitten. And that’s why I love you.

So to honor and worship you.. I'm going to defile you till you break!

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Red

The crowd buzzed with excitement. I could hear them guessing what’s gonna happen next.

They have no fucking clue. I’m gonna blow their minds.