Disclaimer: This post has some sexually explicit descriptions.
imag ref
It was another night of dancing at the club as usual. I felt like a pawn in a chess game with my boss. He thinks that because he pushes me around in a sexy little outfit that will drive men wild, I will just follow his directions because I am under his control. He a fool. His illusions of power were just temporary. Tonight, I would show him what I am really capable of.
I was finally ready for my big plan. I had everything that I would need. My long, blonde hair tumbled down to the back of my knees. It had leather straps going down the sides of my hair and over the back. It was in a ponytail. I was wearing my, “Mistress,” outfit. Wearing only black leather panties over the top of a black dress that just had the strap on the shoulder. I also wore black leather, thigh high boots to go with it. I pushed my chest out while I danced while I flicked my hair. I had my breasts pressed up onto my chest; my nipples hardening as my breathing became heavy and rapid.
My long, stocking covered legs showed as I danced. I had a bit of a limp. I had a bruise on my thigh from earlier that day. I would dance a little bit longer just to make sure he would be waiting at the club. I left the club and went to the alleyway behind the club. It was completely empty and quiet except the demons inside my head. I repressed all the negative words and thoughts I had had about my life and just danced freely. I put both arms behind me, lifted my dress up to my stomach, put it down again, wiggled my ass and lowered it. My dress climbed up my hip. I gave a few good stomps and grinds to the floor. My legs were moving so fast, that I could see the wind from the momentum my leg were giving off. I could not put my arms down to save myself from falling. I was enjoying myself though. I began to hear voices.
“You are a beautiful piece of art.”
“She likes the way she is dancing, doesn’t she?”
There was someone behind me. I could feel him with his hot breath on my ear.
“She is a natural dancer.”
“So much power in her dance moves. It gives me goose bumps.”
“Yes.”
I could feel their presence behind me. They were not on my side.
“Join us.”
This caught me off guard. This was how I knew they were there. I did not take my eyes off the floor while I danced, but I had no doubt that they were there. I was unable to jump out of the way when they came up behind me. My back hit against the wall and I was pinned against the wall with two strong, unseen hands on my ankles, each one at knee level. I was looking down and could only see my wrists against the wall. When the two hands remained at my ankles, I opened my eyes and put my hands on the wall, as though I was being strip searched. The ones on my ankles did not let go of my ankles. They stayed on my ankles and began to massage my feet with their hands. I lifted my head up a bit and saw my arms against the wall, palms open. I was still leaning forward and saw the reflection of my back. There were two men standing behind me. I was completely naked, and each man was standing a shoulder width apart.
My legs were spread apart a lot. If they wanted to, they could put their arms around my waist from behind. One man was around twenty-five or younger, He had dark, dirty blonde hair, that was a bit longer than four inches on top. His eyes were blue. He had a lack of muscles. He looked like he was on his last rope and was about to die. His mark on his arm told me all I needed to know about him. He was a loser. His mark had a crescent moon on a black background on his arm. It told me he was a follower. He was trying to be cool or something but it was clear that he was not. The second, older man was twenty-seven or 28. He had glossy black hair, long past his shoulders. He had piercing eyes that looked at me hungrily. But not like I was a piece of meat. They were hungry to know me, and to know what I could do for them.
“I am not going to fight.” I said.
“How much do you know about us?”
“Nothing.”
“Do you trust us?”
“I do.”
“Then trust us. Walk with us.”
One of my ankles was let go of and it wiggled a bit. I felt the one on my other ankle let go as well. The pressure was now on my waist and I was allowed to stand straight up. They placed their arms around my back and scooped me up. They held my legs up in the air as though I was in a body carry. My legs were completely spread apart as they put me down down on the ground again. I was sitting on the ground with my ass to my calves and ankles. I took my knees up to my chest and spread my legs back out. I felt a tingle in my groin. The tingle grew stronger and was causing me to squirm. I was wet down there and I did not know where the wetness was coming from. I had never felt this feeling before. I opened my legs even more and looked down at my crotch. My juices were dripping out and staining my dress. I felt someone grab my ankles again and pull my waist back. My ass was facing up, and my legs were spread apart.
My eyes were closed. I felt their hands on my ankles. Their grip became tighter as they pushed my ankles into the air. My calves were pinned against the wall and I was pulling at my thighs. My ankles had left a trail of my wetness as my heels left me. Their hands moved to my knees and pushed them up and against the wall. They were spread more than a foot apart. One of their fingers moved my aching pussy even further open. I gasped as I felt my wetness on my lips.
The man with the striped arm stepped into my crotch and put forward his fingers. I was able to tell this was the older man because of the way he moved. I could feel him pull my pussy lips apart and I looked at the wall with wide eyes. I felt him touch my swollen, aching clit, and my body jerked like I had been shot. I shuddered under his touch. I pushed my head against the wall and moaned. It came out in a long moan with a low, slow, rising chime in pitch level. The man from the strip club picked me up from behind and he moved me away from the wall. He moved me off his friend’s hands, and set me on the floor. He stood back and looked at me. I was shaking in place as he studied me. I was breathing heavily; it was hard to catch my breath. The older man put my ankles behind his back. The younger, more experienced man held my hands and put them above his head to keep me up. The older man inched his shoulders forward. His arms made a semi-circle around my thighs. The warmth of his chest pressed against my pussy. My eyes kept rolling back into my head as he kissed my thighs. He kept kissing my thighs, each kiss getting closer to my pussy. He kissed my pussy through my panties. He pressed his face against my panties and rubbed it against my pussy. He pulled them up and tied my panties in a tight knot. He looked right into my eyes as he did this.
“I am going to take you to your new home.” He said calmly.
He lifted me up and took me under my arms, picking me like a piece of trash. He scooted me out the back door of the club. I could hear someone yelling at me as he carried me outside, “Kate! Kate! This is not what you think!” I could not see who was yelling, because I was being carried so I did not turn around or try to. I was unable to turn my head, because my upper body was being held by his strong arms. We moved down the alleyway quickly. We probably ran slower than the rest of the boys at the club to make it seem like I was being kidnapped. The faster I was carried, the more it felt like I was being rushed. We came up to the alleyway that was behind the playhouse. I could see a few children playing games off to the side. The young girl who lived in the playhouse was setting up the dollhouse. She had her back to us and was tightening the screws. I was still shaking in fear as my whole body went limp. Her head turned around as though she had seen a ghost, “Kate? What the hell happened to you?”
“You are mine now,” said the man carrying me.
The young girl put her screwdriver down and ran in front of us. She looked at me and reached for me, “Kate, No! Don’t go!”
The older man got in her way. He blocked her with his crotch, “I am sorry but you do not want to interfere.”
He tried to get around him but he was held back. The man carrying me made a dash down a neighbor’s driveway. A woman stepped out of her door behind him. She looked at him, “Hey! Get her out of here.” She was the owner of the house. She was a tall, dark-skinned woman with short black hair. She looked me up and down.
“What is going on?” I asked. I just looked at her. Maybe she would be able to answer my questions.
“What’s going on? Why is my damn girl being kidnapped by some filthy, low life whore.”
“I am not a whore.” I said. She just stood in front of me shaking.
“Get her out of here,” said the man holding me. He had lifted me up on his shoulders. I was unable to turn my head around to see where we were going.
“No! No, I ain’t going nowhere! You’re not taking her,” said the bystander.
“What do you think, Momma,” said the man carrying me.
“I think it is your kids’ job to come back from wherever they went.”
The man carrying me was not one bit intimidated by her. “She is my new asshole girl.”
“Goddammit!” said the man running after me.
“Get her out of my fucking backyard!” said Mr. Brunson, the playhouse owner.
“I am trying my best,” I said.
“I said get her out of here!” said Mr. Brunson.
“See! You are as bad as these idiots. I will get her the hell out of here.”
“No! No!! Nooo!!” I was yelling as I rode on his shoulders.
He ran from the back of Mr. Brunson’s house into the next street over. I could see the car waiting for us. It was parked on the opposite side of the road, and was about to pull out of the driveway. That was the only reason we had to rush. We rushed down an alleyway. I could see that I would not make it to the driver’s side.
“Come on! Faster!” he was trying to dash.
I was running to keep pace with him on my side. He was running faster than me and was putting distance between us and the car. The alleyway went in front of the next street over. At the bottom of the alleyway was a brick wall that was too tall for someone to jump over. We had just past the peak of the wall when he suddenly stopped.
“Get her off and let us take her!” He yelled.
The man on our left had already gotten his hand on me. He could take me in a second.
“Not yet!” said another man.
“What are you waiting for! Let’s get her.”
“Give me a second,” said the one who was holding me.
We watched as another man lowered his head and ripped my remains from my attacker’s grasp. I was dropped into a pile of rags. Someone with black, curly hair picked my bloody rags from the pile of other rags. He let the pile up on the other man’s shoulders. “Take her.”
The man who lowered me off was the leader. He had the same striped shirt as the other men. The one in the black hair was a little older than he was. He came back to me and put his hand out. I took his hand and was pulled to my feet. He was black and red haired. He looked like a pirate. He put his arm around my shoulders and we walked down the alleyway. Me and the other man leading the way had to run to keep up with the fast shuffle. I could see that we were not going to make it to the car, and the black man took his arm from around my shoulders and motioned for me to move forward. I turned around to see that we were near the peak of the wall. He motioned for be to go down, so I slid down the wall. They had all ran down and were jumping across the gap. The last man looked at me and dragged me gently to his hands. I felt a set of hands on my back as I was was lifted off the ground. He put me down when my feet were on the other side of the wall. I looked at him and was caught off guard. He was another man who had the same black hair. He looked familiar, like I had seen him before. I could see the car speed off to the distance. I followed the car with my eyes.
I turned around to see that almost everyone of the other men in the alleyway had made it over the wall. The men running with me had already ran into the alleyway to catch up with the rest. We turned around and started walking down the street. We were walking downhill towards the front of the strip club. We walked maybe ten minutes when the front of the street went in the way of a small wood cabin. There was light coming from the windows. We walked up the hill between the cabins. Half way up the hill we stopped. The cabin that had a porch under the window had a light in the corner. It illuminated the porch in the darkness. A door was open, so we went towards it. On top of the porch there was a cane table with a lantern on top. We went inside. There was a small room with a bed. It had a cot and a small table next to it. A man lay in the bed and was turned into a ball. He had peeling skin and was very skinny. He was like a skeleton. I went over to the cot and sat down next to him. He moved a little.
“What have you gotten yourself into?”
He turned over his face in the half dead state.
“Oh!” I said. “I am sorry I woke you.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I was told I was not to be disturbed.”
After a moment of silence I said, “What’s your name?”
“Cyrus.” He tilted his head towards the body on the cot. “Tell me, are you a dancer?”
“I was a dancer. I am not anymore.”
“Oh, I am sorry for your loss.” He said.