The Wrong Bar
From across the darkened room their eyes met each other. A silent language passed between the three women. Cheryl and Marcie were regulars at the bar. The third set of eyes belonged to the bar owner, Pamela.
The object of the three women’s interest was the cute blonde setting alone in a corner table. She had been nursing a mixed drink for far too long. That could mean she was contemplating her troubles, or a sign of a nervous lesbian, or bi-curious female, unsure of her next move.
One thing they all knew; she was no regular. They knew them all. No, this girl was a first timer, at least to this bar. The all drank in the visual. She was, at best, in her early twenties with pixie cut light brown hair, large doe-like eyes, clear complexion, and from what they could tell a rather tall and slender frame.
Cheryl was a big framed girl with auburn hair that went shoulder length, a full, round face, and generous C-cup breasts.
Marcie was an African American girl with short black hair, a plump, rounded ass, and almost hour glass figure.
Pamela was a platinum blonde with the all American girl looks, and curvy figure. All three of the women had shared each others beds on numerous occasions, engaging in their favorite BDSM fetishes.
The atmosphere in the bar was suddenly getting as warm as the August night outside. Pamela excused herself and slipped down the stairway in the back to the storage room below. At the bottom she flipped the switch and the single overhead bulb came to life illuminating the area around it.
She walked towards the wall and stopped. Reaching up she felt it. The clanging of the metal chain filled the room as it swayed back and forth at her touch. She smiled approvingly as her fingers gripped the leather collar at the chain’s end.
Reaching up with her left hand she did the same with the second chain and collar. It was sturdy and secure. She stepped back and crossed her hands as she remembered the last time it was used.
It was a birthday party for a local girl. Around midnight when the girl was drunk on her ass, the three amigos led her down the steps, stripped her naked, tied her hands in the clamps, and spent nearly two hours tormenting their victim, forcing numerous orgasms on her.
That was a hell of a night, and the silent language the three had shared earlier suggested tonight could be another by dominating an unsuspecting newbie. She checked the drawers for the contents. Vibrators, the wand, butt plugs, clothes pins, leather flogger, candles. The toys were all there and ready.
Pamela returned to the bar. The music was blaring and the sound of people laughing filled the place. She looked at Cheryl and Marcie and nodded her head. They smiled knowing their play room was ready. A half hour later the girl rose from her table and made a slightly unsteady path towards the rest room.
The three followed like cats stalking their prey. The restroom was conveniently situated close to the door leading down stairs. Just as the girl reached for the restroom door, they grabbed her from behind.
With Cheryl’s big hand over her mouth, and Marcie’s firm grip pulling her arms behind her back she could not scream or fight. Pamela opened the door and led the procession down the wooden steps. Behind her she could hear the muffled screams of the terrified victim as she struggled in vain. At the bottom, Pamela flipped the light on and they forced the girl into the center of the room.
Pamela stood in front of her, her eyes glaring as she spoke.
“Words of advice. Don’t struggle and don’t fight us. You looked so alone up there. We thought we would bring you down here where it is more private so we can...get to know you more intimately,” she sneered as she signaled for Marcie and Cheryl to release their grips.
“Let me go! You can’t do this. I will call the police!” the girl screamed before feeling a deafening slap across the face from Pamela’s hand.
Pamela laughed heartily at the girl’s threat. “Oh be my guest. The chief is my cousin and the judge is my uncle. There are three of us to say you agreed to a little fun, but then got scared. It will be our word against yours. Hell, you may even get locked up for reporting a false crime. You know what they would do a pretty young thing like you in that jail? No, you are much better off just letting us have our fun, right girls?” Pamela teased as the other two agreed laughingly.
Tears formed in the girl’s eyes. “What are you going to do?”
“Before we get to that, how about you telling us your name?” Pamela inquired.
“Amy,” the girl responded in a soft, but trembling voice.
“Well Amy, let’s see how well you do at following orders. Raise your hands above your head!” Pamela barked.
Shivering and reluctant, Amy slowly raised her hands. Cheryl and Marcie each grabbed one and fastened the leather collar at the base of the chain around each wrist, tying them securely.
“We don’t want you disturbing any of our customer’s upstairs,” Pamela mused as she began placing strips of duct tape over Amy’s mouth.
The three girls then basked in the sight of their helpless victim with her arms bound securely above her head.
“Now the fun stuff really begins,” Pamela grinned wickedly. “We are going to strip you naked and abuse every one of your little holes till we are done with you.” “Doesn’t that sound like fun?” She remarked in a sinister tone.
“MMMPHHHHHH!” Amy groaned through her gag, shaking her head no as the three approached her.
“Sounds like a yes to me,” Pamela quipped. “Come on girls, let’s strip this bitch!”
As Pamela squatted down and begin the task of removing Amy’s shoes, Cheryl slipped behind and began undoing the straps on Amy’s white spaghetti top, while Marcie began loosening the belt of Amy’s slacks, pulling it through the rungs with one tug.
Amy wrestled with the realization that the three women were going to strip her, and there was nothing she could do to stop them. She wept at her foolish choice. She came here for some excitement and possibly meeting another female, but not to be ****d by a gang of them.
It seemed surreal as she first felt her bare feet touch the concrete, then felt the cool air attacking her naked tits. She felt her panties being tugged down her legs and her sensitive sex assaulted by the damp and unforgiving air in the basement. Completely naked and vulnerable she hung their weeping, straining, and trying to move her bound hands.
The three wasted no time on their naked prey. Pamela and Marci cupped Amy’s tits in a firm grip and began licking her sensitive nipples with their tongues until the soft brown nips were hard and jutting out erect. They ran their free hands over her stomach and abdomen, teasing the moaning girl as their tongues and mouth lavished her sensitive breasts.
Cheryl took a position behind Amy and began slapping her bare ass with her open palm, grinning at the red hue that started to form on the ivory mounds before kneeling down and slipping her fingers between Amy’s legs.
Pinching the lips of her bald pussy between her thumb and fingers, Cheryl tugged and worked it from side to side with her left hand, while using her right hand to tease her puckered brown eye. All the while, Amy was shaking her head no, moaning her plea for them to stop, and hating the way her body was beginning to respond.
With the two woman working on her tits, Cheryl slipped two digits into Amy’s pussy and began fingering her rapidly.
Pamela eventually stopped and to Amy’s surprise began to peel the tape from her mouth.
“Please..stop!” Amy breathed heavily. “Let me go.”
“I took the tape off for one reason,” Pamela remarked as her and Marcia took their tops off and removed their bras. Pamela shoved one of her tits against Amy’s mouth and held it there.
“Suck it bitch!” she growled.
At first, Amy clinched her mouth shut and refused, but Pamela gripped her hair tightly and pulled on it until Amy opened her mouth and reluctantly began sucking it.
“That’s it. Suck that tit girl!” Pamela barked as she fed it into Amy’s mouth.
Amy could feel the nip inside her mouth beginning to harden. She could also feel the heat between her legs as Cheryl continued working on her pussy and fingering her asshole.
She was soon forced to accept one of Marcie’s tits as well and ran her tongue back and forth over them both, her face flushed with shame as she did. When the girl’s tired of that, they forced Amy’s panties into her mouth and secured it with tape. They then grabbed a clothes pin and clipped one onto each of Amy’s puffy nipples, then stuck some more onto the breasts themselves, laughing at her moans of discomfort.
Cheryl continued fingering Amy’s cunt rapidly, teasing her pulsating button as she worked Amy towards an orgasm.
“Cum for me whore!” Cheryl screamed, drowning out Amy’s muffled groans.
Leaving Amy, Pamela grabbed a flogger and walked to Amy’s rear taking aim at her shapely, tight ass.
“You heard her. Cum bitch!” Pamela growled as the leather straps attacked the bare ass with cruel precision.
Between the fire in her ass and the fire in her pussy, Amy lost all control. Her body arched, her legs trembled, and a powerful orgasm rolled over her as Marcie continued teasing at the wooden pins tormenting her tits.
The three women laughed mockingly as she slowly began to recover from the powerful orgasm. Pamela fetched an inflatable plug and used Amy’s own juices to lube it with. As Pamela forced the plug into Amy’s tight ass, she delighted in her painful groans. Once inside, she used the hand pump and began inflating it, once again listening to Amy’s mournful pleas to stop.
Amy squirmed, clenching her asshole around the inflatable plug inside her butt. As she did, the motion caused the dangling pump to sway back and forth uncomfortably.
She watched helplessly as Cheryl and Marcie began removing the clothes pins from her tits. With each one being removed, fiery pains like needles coursed through her. They then joined Pamela who was working with the wand.
With the girl’s help, Pamela secured it to Amy’s left leg by ropes, ensuring that the head rested directly against her pussy. She then turned it on and three women stood in front of her grinning.
“Have fun dear. We are going upstairs for a bit. I’m sure those toys will keep you entertained while we are gone,” Pamela laughed.
Amy screamed and pleaded through her gag as the three climbed the stairs leaving her in total darkness, the wand buzzing unmercifully against her clit.
Upstairs the three women grabbed a drink and sat at a table victoriously planning their next moves on Poor captive Amy.
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The buzzing sound of the wand seemed deafening to Amy as it tormented her engorged clit and filled her body with a maddening lust. The last thing she wanted to do was to cum again, but that is exactly what was going to happen.
The orgasm hit with such force that the room seemed to spin and everything was a blur. When the room stopped spinning, she was staring at the three women who were standing with their arms folded watching her come back to reality. She didn’t even hear them come down the stairs.
“Looks like you enjoyed yourself while we were gone,” Pamela teased as she gazed at the glistening juices coating Amy’s thighs.
The three women removed the wand and other devices, and released Amy from her bonds. Her legs were weak and wobbly and her wrists ached from being tied.
“Please, no more,”Amy remarked breathlessly. “Just let me go. I promise I will not tell anyone.”
“I am sure you won’t my dear, but we’re just getting started, besides you have obviously enjoyed yourself. I think it is time for our pleasure now.”
“Noooo..please...let me go!” Amy screamed as the three forced walked her towards a table and laid her on her back where they tied her arms and legs spread eagle with thick rope.
Amy gasped and look wide eyed when she saw Pamela standing over her tapping a black leather riding crop in her hand while sporting a wicked grin. The skilled woman gently guided the business end of the crop over Amy’s breasts, down her stomach, and over her legs before taking a position between Amy’s spread legs.
Using the crop, she rubbed the slit back and forth then rapidly slapped the clit, causing Amy to wail and cringe.
“I think our little slut is warmed up now,” Pamela mused as she put down the crop and began undressing. When she was naked she retrieved a strap on with a huge black cock and secured it around her waist.
Leaning in, she buried the cock into Amy’s pussy and began fucking her while Cheryl, who was now naked as well, climbed on the table, straddled her face, and shoved her pussy against Amy’s mouth.
“Lick it whore!” Cheryl growled as she ground back and forth. “Do you like the smell of my ass?” she teased as it hovered just above Amy’s nostrils.
Amy tried her best to turn aside but when Cheryl sat on her face, blocking her air supply, she had no choice but to start licking the woman’s cunt.
“That’s it bitch. Make me cum all over your face,” Cheryl growled as Pamela pounded her furiously. It seemed like forever before Cheryl finally did cum, and Amy felt the hot, sticky juices soak her face. As Cheryl slowly rose, Pamela slowly pulled the dildo out of her sore and abused pussy.
Through teary eyes, Amy watched Marcie take Pamela’s place. The black girl looked menacing as she stood there naked, with a strap on rubbing a huge cock with her hand.
“I’ve always wanted me a white girl’s ass. Let’s roll this bitch over!” Marcie barked.
“Nooooo! Oh god, nooo!” Amy screamed as the girls loosened the ropes and rolled her over onto her stomach, then forced her onto her knees.
As Pamela and Cheryl held Amy in place, Marcie guided the head of the cock to her asshole and began forcing it inside as Amy wailed and screamed.
The ass **** was merciless and seemed to take forever as Marcie was clearly enjoying herself. When she finally pulled out, Amy slumped over on the table unable to move.
The three women looked on triumphantly at the spent and drained figure and left Amy lying naked on the table as they put up their toys, dressed, and headed back upstairs.
It was a good night at the bar….well maybe not so much for Amy.
The object of the three women’s interest was the cute blonde setting alone in a corner table. She had been nursing a mixed drink for far too long. That could mean she was contemplating her troubles, or a sign of a nervous lesbian, or bi-curious female, unsure of her next move.
One thing they all knew; she was no regular. They knew them all. No, this girl was a first timer, at least to this bar. The all drank in the visual. She was, at best, in her early twenties with pixie cut light brown hair, large doe-like eyes, clear complexion, and from what they could tell a rather tall and slender frame.
Cheryl was a big framed girl with auburn hair that went shoulder length, a full, round face, and generous C-cup breasts.
Marcie was an African American girl with short black hair, a plump, rounded ass, and almost hour glass figure.
Pamela was a platinum blonde with the all American girl looks, and curvy figure. All three of the women had shared each others beds on numerous occasions, engaging in their favorite BDSM fetishes.
The atmosphere in the bar was suddenly getting as warm as the August night outside. Pamela excused herself and slipped down the stairway in the back to the storage room below. At the bottom she flipped the switch and the single overhead bulb came to life illuminating the area around it.
She walked towards the wall and stopped. Reaching up she felt it. The clanging of the metal chain filled the room as it swayed back and forth at her touch. She smiled approvingly as her fingers gripped the leather collar at the chain’s end.
Reaching up with her left hand she did the same with the second chain and collar. It was sturdy and secure. She stepped back and crossed her hands as she remembered the last time it was used.
It was a birthday party for a local girl. Around midnight when the girl was drunk on her ass, the three amigos led her down the steps, stripped her naked, tied her hands in the clamps, and spent nearly two hours tormenting their victim, forcing numerous orgasms on her.
That was a hell of a night, and the silent language the three had shared earlier suggested tonight could be another by dominating an unsuspecting newbie. She checked the drawers for the contents. Vibrators, the wand, butt plugs, clothes pins, leather flogger, candles. The toys were all there and ready.
Pamela returned to the bar. The music was blaring and the sound of people laughing filled the place. She looked at Cheryl and Marcie and nodded her head. They smiled knowing their play room was ready. A half hour later the girl rose from her table and made a slightly unsteady path towards the rest room.
The three followed like cats stalking their prey. The restroom was conveniently situated close to the door leading down stairs. Just as the girl reached for the restroom door, they grabbed her from behind.
With Cheryl’s big hand over her mouth, and Marcie’s firm grip pulling her arms behind her back she could not scream or fight. Pamela opened the door and led the procession down the wooden steps. Behind her she could hear the muffled screams of the terrified victim as she struggled in vain. At the bottom, Pamela flipped the light on and they forced the girl into the center of the room.
Pamela stood in front of her, her eyes glaring as she spoke.
“Words of advice. Don’t struggle and don’t fight us. You looked so alone up there. We thought we would bring you down here where it is more private so we can...get to know you more intimately,” she sneered as she signaled for Marcie and Cheryl to release their grips.
“Let me go! You can’t do this. I will call the police!” the girl screamed before feeling a deafening slap across the face from Pamela’s hand.
Pamela laughed heartily at the girl’s threat. “Oh be my guest. The chief is my cousin and the judge is my uncle. There are three of us to say you agreed to a little fun, but then got scared. It will be our word against yours. Hell, you may even get locked up for reporting a false crime. You know what they would do a pretty young thing like you in that jail? No, you are much better off just letting us have our fun, right girls?” Pamela teased as the other two agreed laughingly.
Tears formed in the girl’s eyes. “What are you going to do?”
“Before we get to that, how about you telling us your name?” Pamela inquired.
“Amy,” the girl responded in a soft, but trembling voice.
“Well Amy, let’s see how well you do at following orders. Raise your hands above your head!” Pamela barked.
Shivering and reluctant, Amy slowly raised her hands. Cheryl and Marcie each grabbed one and fastened the leather collar at the base of the chain around each wrist, tying them securely.
“We don’t want you disturbing any of our customer’s upstairs,” Pamela mused as she began placing strips of duct tape over Amy’s mouth.
The three girls then basked in the sight of their helpless victim with her arms bound securely above her head.
“Now the fun stuff really begins,” Pamela grinned wickedly. “We are going to strip you naked and abuse every one of your little holes till we are done with you.” “Doesn’t that sound like fun?” She remarked in a sinister tone.
“MMMPHHHHHH!” Amy groaned through her gag, shaking her head no as the three approached her.
“Sounds like a yes to me,” Pamela quipped. “Come on girls, let’s strip this bitch!”
As Pamela squatted down and begin the task of removing Amy’s shoes, Cheryl slipped behind and began undoing the straps on Amy’s white spaghetti top, while Marcie began loosening the belt of Amy’s slacks, pulling it through the rungs with one tug.
Amy wrestled with the realization that the three women were going to strip her, and there was nothing she could do to stop them. She wept at her foolish choice. She came here for some excitement and possibly meeting another female, but not to be ****d by a gang of them.
It seemed surreal as she first felt her bare feet touch the concrete, then felt the cool air attacking her naked tits. She felt her panties being tugged down her legs and her sensitive sex assaulted by the damp and unforgiving air in the basement. Completely naked and vulnerable she hung their weeping, straining, and trying to move her bound hands.
The three wasted no time on their naked prey. Pamela and Marci cupped Amy’s tits in a firm grip and began licking her sensitive nipples with their tongues until the soft brown nips were hard and jutting out erect. They ran their free hands over her stomach and abdomen, teasing the moaning girl as their tongues and mouth lavished her sensitive breasts.
Cheryl took a position behind Amy and began slapping her bare ass with her open palm, grinning at the red hue that started to form on the ivory mounds before kneeling down and slipping her fingers between Amy’s legs.
Pinching the lips of her bald pussy between her thumb and fingers, Cheryl tugged and worked it from side to side with her left hand, while using her right hand to tease her puckered brown eye. All the while, Amy was shaking her head no, moaning her plea for them to stop, and hating the way her body was beginning to respond.
With the two woman working on her tits, Cheryl slipped two digits into Amy’s pussy and began fingering her rapidly.
Pamela eventually stopped and to Amy’s surprise began to peel the tape from her mouth.
“Please..stop!” Amy breathed heavily. “Let me go.”
“I took the tape off for one reason,” Pamela remarked as her and Marcia took their tops off and removed their bras. Pamela shoved one of her tits against Amy’s mouth and held it there.
“Suck it bitch!” she growled.
At first, Amy clinched her mouth shut and refused, but Pamela gripped her hair tightly and pulled on it until Amy opened her mouth and reluctantly began sucking it.
“That’s it. Suck that tit girl!” Pamela barked as she fed it into Amy’s mouth.
Amy could feel the nip inside her mouth beginning to harden. She could also feel the heat between her legs as Cheryl continued working on her pussy and fingering her asshole.
She was soon forced to accept one of Marcie’s tits as well and ran her tongue back and forth over them both, her face flushed with shame as she did. When the girl’s tired of that, they forced Amy’s panties into her mouth and secured it with tape. They then grabbed a clothes pin and clipped one onto each of Amy’s puffy nipples, then stuck some more onto the breasts themselves, laughing at her moans of discomfort.
Cheryl continued fingering Amy’s cunt rapidly, teasing her pulsating button as she worked Amy towards an orgasm.
“Cum for me whore!” Cheryl screamed, drowning out Amy’s muffled groans.
Leaving Amy, Pamela grabbed a flogger and walked to Amy’s rear taking aim at her shapely, tight ass.
“You heard her. Cum bitch!” Pamela growled as the leather straps attacked the bare ass with cruel precision.
Between the fire in her ass and the fire in her pussy, Amy lost all control. Her body arched, her legs trembled, and a powerful orgasm rolled over her as Marcie continued teasing at the wooden pins tormenting her tits.
The three women laughed mockingly as she slowly began to recover from the powerful orgasm. Pamela fetched an inflatable plug and used Amy’s own juices to lube it with. As Pamela forced the plug into Amy’s tight ass, she delighted in her painful groans. Once inside, she used the hand pump and began inflating it, once again listening to Amy’s mournful pleas to stop.
Amy squirmed, clenching her asshole around the inflatable plug inside her butt. As she did, the motion caused the dangling pump to sway back and forth uncomfortably.
She watched helplessly as Cheryl and Marcie began removing the clothes pins from her tits. With each one being removed, fiery pains like needles coursed through her. They then joined Pamela who was working with the wand.
With the girl’s help, Pamela secured it to Amy’s left leg by ropes, ensuring that the head rested directly against her pussy. She then turned it on and three women stood in front of her grinning.
“Have fun dear. We are going upstairs for a bit. I’m sure those toys will keep you entertained while we are gone,” Pamela laughed.
Amy screamed and pleaded through her gag as the three climbed the stairs leaving her in total darkness, the wand buzzing unmercifully against her clit.
Upstairs the three women grabbed a drink and sat at a table victoriously planning their next moves on Poor captive Amy.
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The buzzing sound of the wand seemed deafening to Amy as it tormented her engorged clit and filled her body with a maddening lust. The last thing she wanted to do was to cum again, but that is exactly what was going to happen.
The orgasm hit with such force that the room seemed to spin and everything was a blur. When the room stopped spinning, she was staring at the three women who were standing with their arms folded watching her come back to reality. She didn’t even hear them come down the stairs.
“Looks like you enjoyed yourself while we were gone,” Pamela teased as she gazed at the glistening juices coating Amy’s thighs.
The three women removed the wand and other devices, and released Amy from her bonds. Her legs were weak and wobbly and her wrists ached from being tied.
“Please, no more,”Amy remarked breathlessly. “Just let me go. I promise I will not tell anyone.”
“I am sure you won’t my dear, but we’re just getting started, besides you have obviously enjoyed yourself. I think it is time for our pleasure now.”
“Noooo..please...let me go!” Amy screamed as the three forced walked her towards a table and laid her on her back where they tied her arms and legs spread eagle with thick rope.
Amy gasped and look wide eyed when she saw Pamela standing over her tapping a black leather riding crop in her hand while sporting a wicked grin. The skilled woman gently guided the business end of the crop over Amy’s breasts, down her stomach, and over her legs before taking a position between Amy’s spread legs.
Using the crop, she rubbed the slit back and forth then rapidly slapped the clit, causing Amy to wail and cringe.
“I think our little slut is warmed up now,” Pamela mused as she put down the crop and began undressing. When she was naked she retrieved a strap on with a huge black cock and secured it around her waist.
Leaning in, she buried the cock into Amy’s pussy and began fucking her while Cheryl, who was now naked as well, climbed on the table, straddled her face, and shoved her pussy against Amy’s mouth.
“Lick it whore!” Cheryl growled as she ground back and forth. “Do you like the smell of my ass?” she teased as it hovered just above Amy’s nostrils.
Amy tried her best to turn aside but when Cheryl sat on her face, blocking her air supply, she had no choice but to start licking the woman’s cunt.
“That’s it bitch. Make me cum all over your face,” Cheryl growled as Pamela pounded her furiously. It seemed like forever before Cheryl finally did cum, and Amy felt the hot, sticky juices soak her face. As Cheryl slowly rose, Pamela slowly pulled the dildo out of her sore and abused pussy.
Through teary eyes, Amy watched Marcie take Pamela’s place. The black girl looked menacing as she stood there naked, with a strap on rubbing a huge cock with her hand.
“I’ve always wanted me a white girl’s ass. Let’s roll this bitch over!” Marcie barked.
“Nooooo! Oh god, nooo!” Amy screamed as the girls loosened the ropes and rolled her over onto her stomach, then forced her onto her knees.
As Pamela and Cheryl held Amy in place, Marcie guided the head of the cock to her asshole and began forcing it inside as Amy wailed and screamed.
The ass **** was merciless and seemed to take forever as Marcie was clearly enjoying herself. When she finally pulled out, Amy slumped over on the table unable to move.
The three women looked on triumphantly at the spent and drained figure and left Amy lying naked on the table as they put up their toys, dressed, and headed back upstairs.
It was a good night at the bar….well maybe not so much for Amy.
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