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Title: Club Gomorrah.
Chapter Eight: Learning, The Hard Way.
“I just hope he’s okay, I knew something was wrong when he never texted you back. He can’t have gone far. I mean he would never… hurt himself or anything right?”
“I don’t know, after he broke up with Beth he was always stuck inside on his own. I’ll get my friend to see if he can break the password protection on his computer. Maybe he left some info on it we can use to find him.”
The water cascaded down my back down between my ass cheeks and over the plug buried deep inside and down over my smooth legs. It had taken two cycles of washing my hair to get all the cum out. Was I really like Ona and Mistress Smith? Was I really… twisted? Its true I liked the way Snakebite felt, but was getting off on pain really so bad. Even if it was someone else’s? In this place it might have even been a good thing, but I needed to be more careful, to control myself… if I could.
My nipples and ass hole were so sensitive now after having my cock locked away for so long without release. No one had given me the command for over a week it had left my balls full and aching. Every morning I would wake up with my legs sticky with precum and after watching Mistress Smith Improve Belle for ten hours a day I would go to bed horny and frustrated. Sometimes I would dream about switching places with her. Having my breasts grown, my ass turned into a real pussy and my cock sealed tightly into a too small cage for my giant, forever inflated, and forever cumming member. It was scary how easily Mistress Smith turned Belle into Fuckpig 89, how quickly she could make any one of us Gomorrah Slaves lose our already fragile minds.
“Mind if I join you.” Sam said as he shoved himself into the shower behind me. His cock already throbbing hard between his legs. Fuck he was big, bigger than any of the girls I had taken since I got here.
“What are you doing Sam?”
“Well you've wasted so much time today messing with the Fuckpig and daydreaming in here that you’re going to miss your first lesson.” He began pressing himself up against me, his cock slid between my legs pushing my cage to the side as I began to breath heavily. My breasts gripped firmly in each of his hands and as he began massaging them like the expert he was I moaned and began to grind my ass into him, silently begging him for more.
“You’re a quick learner Riley, keep grinding that ass into me, show me how horny I make you, show me how much you want this.” He said with a thrust of his cock.
“Mmm fuck.” I moaned as my balls slid along his shaft. His hands now lightly pinching and twisting my nipples. “What kind of lesson, mmm is this?”
“You know how to get fucked Riley, how to take what the girls give you and that’s fine for down in the underground. But some of our clientele don't want to pay top dollar to skull fuck some dump whore, not when they can pay pennies to get that experience from a Fuck pig, I mean sure. Some will.” Sam started kissing my neck, pressing me hard against the wall he pulled my plug free and began slowly working his fingers into my hungry hole. “But when you pay as much as what you cost, they want you to be the one fucking them.” His finger was deep inside, rubbing against my prostate and sending me into an uncontrollable fit of shaking and grinding back more and more onto Sams finger. “I’ll teach you how to fuck, how to make our clients horny, happy.” His finger slid from my hole with a whimper and a pop. Only to be replaced by pain of his giant cockhead stretching me open. “And hungry for more.” He forced his cock into me, the pain tearing through me like I was burning. I screamed, begged him to stop, to slow down to let me lube it with my throat first. But he only pushed deeper.
“Thats not very good Riley, you're supposed to make me want to pay for this experience remember. Not ask for my money back.”
Bastard, he had me pinned, my arms held tightly behind my back as he thrust I was forced onto my toes and kept slipping down further onto his shaft. with each thrust he inched his way in. Closer and closer to bottoming out in me, I could feel him inside me drilling deeper than anyone had or would again, punching my stomach with his cock with every thrust. “Come on Slut, I can do this all day. If you want off my cock you better start making me want to cum or your pussy hole will be looser than that Pig’s outside.”
My eyes started to roll back, my mouth gaped open and drooling with pleasure. I was enjoying this, this bastard was ruining my hole and I loved it. God I really did get off on pain. Grunting like a wild a****l I thrust my ass back into Sam’s cock, all twelve or more thick inches were now hammering into me. I pushed back from the corner and somehow managed to trap him against the opposite wall, fucking myself silly onto him.
“Holy fuck!” He grunted, grabbing my waist and slammed into me. “Fuck you are.”
He was loosing it, he was right he could have done this all day. “Oh shit I…” But he didn't know just how hungry I was, I hadn't done it in a week. “I’m.” Sam thrust hard, almost ripping the shower from the wall as he came. His little orgasm scream was so hot. He kept thrusting into me as he was coating my insides with his seed and I returned the favour grinding my ass onto him as he slumped down against me.
“Can I.” I whimpered, still grinding my ass on his slowly deflating cock. He smiled. “Please, please sir can I?”
“Can you what Slut? Beg for it.”
“Can I please cum sir pleases, oh please I need it so badly. I’ll be a good slut for you Sir.”
“You… may…” I could feel my balls churning, they were tingling, ready to explode as he said the word. “Not.”
It took a second, then another, and as Sam pushed me off him. Why wasn’t I shaking on the floor with my brains leaking all over myself? Why wasn’t I…
“You may not cum.”
“Please Sir.”
“Second lesson Riley, you dont always get what you want.” The water stopped and Sam was out of the shower getting dry. I crawled after him like a wounded dog. “Just because you make a client cum, it in no way means they will do the same for you. Some like to have you never cum while they have you. Others make it a mission to have you cum non stop.”
“Please Sir.” I begged, pulling the towel away and kissing his cock, the taste of my ass filling my mouth.
He pushed me away. “Fucking whore, get it into that empty bimbo blonde head Riley. I said no, you pull that shit on a patron you’ll get yourself a day in the Red.”
“No, please Sam I.” Pleading at his feet.
“Shit take it easy, look I’m just warning you okay. You need to learn to do as your told, to control yourself.”
“Yes Sir.” I whimpered.
Sam began dressing himself as he handed me his towel. “Come on lets get going, its almost time for 89’s guests to arrive.”
It had been almost three hours since we had started my first lesson. Sam had taken me through the basics again, what was expected of me, the rules of the club and where I fit into the whole thing. He took his time inspecting me, admiring me… lusting for me. It made me feel good to know I had that power. To make a man hard just by the way I stood or how I moved.
Sam especially liked my ass, the way his fingers dug into my cheeks made the plug worm and twist inside my hole. It was sore, but still hungry.
“Good Riley good, thats it.”
Sam kept praising me, over and over. I don’t know what he expected really, I might not be the best slave in the club, not even a good one but I had spent years jerking myself off, so his cock was easy to tease. My hands were so soft and delicate, trailing over his balls and the head of his manhood as I brought him closer and closer to the edge before I let go. Watching him tense and grit his teeth before starting again. I had worked him into a frenzy, sliding his cock between my cheeks, grinding my ass into him. Squeezed him between my tits as I tongued the head. Gently I brought my fingers to his balls, massaging them with delicate taps and squeezes, they were so big and full that they were almost too big for my hands. Licking up the shaft slowly to the tip in one long motion before taking him into my mouth, I left him there slowly increasing the pressure on his balls flicking my tongue. Sam lay back into the chair, his face a picture of pleasure and greed whispering expletives as his cum shot into my mouth and trickled down my throat. I kept swallowing as best I could, swallowing what seemed an endless stream of semen, warm and thick, ever so salty. His head plopped from my mouth and the last few spurts of cum painted my face.
I knelt between his legs, playing with my new makeup, scooping it into my mouth and licking my fingers clean. “G greedy little.” He panted.
“I don't have time for another shower Sir, I need to look presentable at all times.”
“So you were only paying half.” Sam stood, squeezing the last of his cum onto me. “Attention. Keep that on you for the rest of the day Slave, you must look presentable at all times. Even with cum covering your face.”
“Thank you Sir.” I said as best as I could while holding in my anger. Anger not at Sam, but at myself for not getting every last drop out of him.
“Tomorrows lesson will be about patrons, types, tiers and favouritism.”
“Yes Sir.”
“And Riley.
“Yes Sir?”
“You may…” My cage strained. “Leave.”
“A few days, a week tops.”
“For a password?”
“Look… your friend, he was serious about people not getting into this baby okay. You need a password just to be able to enter a password. I get it that you're worried Jay, but it cant be done any quicker.”
The computer sat silently, waiting for the boot password, Ryan’s secrets sitting just a few layers of code away.
Sam’s cumshot drew attention more than I liked as I made my way through the halls, past other Servants that I had never met before. They were all hard at work doing chores with some even in charge, talking about some plans for what I could make out was an upcoming party. I passed Sophia the maid who bowed to me with a blushed face as she saw Sam’s mark. Most if not all the other Sissies were dressed, all provocatively. Maid dresses for the house staff like Sophia, tight, skimpy, revealing dresses and clothing for the others and then there was me and three others I saw that were completely naked. There had to be thirty of us at least. Was it just Mistress Smith, Sam, The master and Jack in control of all of us? There had to be more Masters and Mistresses that I had not yet met, there were so many on the Club Gomorrah website.
I made my way down to the underground, I could finally see El again when someone grabbed my hair from behind and threw me against the wall and I slid to the floor.
“Well look at this. Her Majesty finally graces us with her presence.”
Now standing above me was a short girl wearing glasses and dressed in a schoolgirl uniform, her brunette hair falling just past her shoulders.
“What the fuck bitch!” I screamed at her. Her mouth began to contort into a mean little smile.
“What did you just call me you little Slut?” The way she said it. “How dare you, you worthless little… who’s your Owner.”
“Nobody owns me.”
“Good, that makes this simpler.” She slapped me hard, knocking me to the floor before she started dragging me by my hair.
“Get off, let me go!”
“None of you new Sluts have any respect, you get here spend a few days getting fucked and you forget your place.” Again that word. “But don't worry, you will when I’m done with you.”
“Your first day back and already you’re being dragged through the hall, really Riley? tut tut tut.” Maria laughed as the crazy brunette dragged me to a room I had only been in once, the room I first woke up in the day the master had shown me off to the rest of the club.The door was relatively simple, it was however covered in embossed cocks, rivers of cum flowing from each of them down to the bottom. The brunette lead me inside.
“Hey Riley.” Maria cackled. “What would The Master say.” The fight had left me as I realised I was being punished, exactly like Maria had been. I deserved it. In the underground you follow the rules, you do as your betters tell you, and you do it with respect. I knew apologising to the brunette now would be pointless, it was too late for that now.
“Kneel.” She commanded, like I was an a****l. “Do you know who I am slut?”
“I dont.”
“Don’t what?” She hissed, removing her shoes.
“Mistress.” I whispered, holding in my fear. Realising just how badly I had fucked up, not just a slave like me. She was a mistress.
“Yes I am Slut!” She roared stomping towards me. “I am Mistress Anastasia, and you are now my number one on the shit list!” She pushed me back with her foot, pressing my head against the cushioned floor with her sole on my face. She was stronger than she looked.
“I know who you are, and now you know who I am so lets get a little more intimate shall we.” Her foot trailed its way down to my cage and she began playing with my balls with her toes. “What’s this hmm, how long have you gone without release now Slut, a month?”
“No mistress, only a week.”
She smiled. “That cum command must be so annoying hmm slut. I bet Ona begged Mother to do it didn’t she. Unlucky for you.”
As Anastasia began to undress I slowly put the pieces together. The way she said Slut.
“Mistress Smith?” I whispered. Anastasia's eyes narrowed on me, the glare she gave me could have cracked her glasses twice over.
She strutted over to me, falling onto her knees with her pussy inches from my face. “Never… call me that.” She took my hands and held them down over my head, and sat.
Title: Club Gomorrah.
Chapter Eight: Learning, The Hard Way.
“I just hope he’s okay, I knew something was wrong when he never texted you back. He can’t have gone far. I mean he would never… hurt himself or anything right?”
“I don’t know, after he broke up with Beth he was always stuck inside on his own. I’ll get my friend to see if he can break the password protection on his computer. Maybe he left some info on it we can use to find him.”
The water cascaded down my back down between my ass cheeks and over the plug buried deep inside and down over my smooth legs. It had taken two cycles of washing my hair to get all the cum out. Was I really like Ona and Mistress Smith? Was I really… twisted? Its true I liked the way Snakebite felt, but was getting off on pain really so bad. Even if it was someone else’s? In this place it might have even been a good thing, but I needed to be more careful, to control myself… if I could.
My nipples and ass hole were so sensitive now after having my cock locked away for so long without release. No one had given me the command for over a week it had left my balls full and aching. Every morning I would wake up with my legs sticky with precum and after watching Mistress Smith Improve Belle for ten hours a day I would go to bed horny and frustrated. Sometimes I would dream about switching places with her. Having my breasts grown, my ass turned into a real pussy and my cock sealed tightly into a too small cage for my giant, forever inflated, and forever cumming member. It was scary how easily Mistress Smith turned Belle into Fuckpig 89, how quickly she could make any one of us Gomorrah Slaves lose our already fragile minds.
“Mind if I join you.” Sam said as he shoved himself into the shower behind me. His cock already throbbing hard between his legs. Fuck he was big, bigger than any of the girls I had taken since I got here.
“What are you doing Sam?”
“Well you've wasted so much time today messing with the Fuckpig and daydreaming in here that you’re going to miss your first lesson.” He began pressing himself up against me, his cock slid between my legs pushing my cage to the side as I began to breath heavily. My breasts gripped firmly in each of his hands and as he began massaging them like the expert he was I moaned and began to grind my ass into him, silently begging him for more.
“You’re a quick learner Riley, keep grinding that ass into me, show me how horny I make you, show me how much you want this.” He said with a thrust of his cock.
“Mmm fuck.” I moaned as my balls slid along his shaft. His hands now lightly pinching and twisting my nipples. “What kind of lesson, mmm is this?”
“You know how to get fucked Riley, how to take what the girls give you and that’s fine for down in the underground. But some of our clientele don't want to pay top dollar to skull fuck some dump whore, not when they can pay pennies to get that experience from a Fuck pig, I mean sure. Some will.” Sam started kissing my neck, pressing me hard against the wall he pulled my plug free and began slowly working his fingers into my hungry hole. “But when you pay as much as what you cost, they want you to be the one fucking them.” His finger was deep inside, rubbing against my prostate and sending me into an uncontrollable fit of shaking and grinding back more and more onto Sams finger. “I’ll teach you how to fuck, how to make our clients horny, happy.” His finger slid from my hole with a whimper and a pop. Only to be replaced by pain of his giant cockhead stretching me open. “And hungry for more.” He forced his cock into me, the pain tearing through me like I was burning. I screamed, begged him to stop, to slow down to let me lube it with my throat first. But he only pushed deeper.
“Thats not very good Riley, you're supposed to make me want to pay for this experience remember. Not ask for my money back.”
Bastard, he had me pinned, my arms held tightly behind my back as he thrust I was forced onto my toes and kept slipping down further onto his shaft. with each thrust he inched his way in. Closer and closer to bottoming out in me, I could feel him inside me drilling deeper than anyone had or would again, punching my stomach with his cock with every thrust. “Come on Slut, I can do this all day. If you want off my cock you better start making me want to cum or your pussy hole will be looser than that Pig’s outside.”
My eyes started to roll back, my mouth gaped open and drooling with pleasure. I was enjoying this, this bastard was ruining my hole and I loved it. God I really did get off on pain. Grunting like a wild a****l I thrust my ass back into Sam’s cock, all twelve or more thick inches were now hammering into me. I pushed back from the corner and somehow managed to trap him against the opposite wall, fucking myself silly onto him.
“Holy fuck!” He grunted, grabbing my waist and slammed into me. “Fuck you are.”
He was loosing it, he was right he could have done this all day. “Oh shit I…” But he didn't know just how hungry I was, I hadn't done it in a week. “I’m.” Sam thrust hard, almost ripping the shower from the wall as he came. His little orgasm scream was so hot. He kept thrusting into me as he was coating my insides with his seed and I returned the favour grinding my ass onto him as he slumped down against me.
“Can I.” I whimpered, still grinding my ass on his slowly deflating cock. He smiled. “Please, please sir can I?”
“Can you what Slut? Beg for it.”
“Can I please cum sir pleases, oh please I need it so badly. I’ll be a good slut for you Sir.”
“You… may…” I could feel my balls churning, they were tingling, ready to explode as he said the word. “Not.”
It took a second, then another, and as Sam pushed me off him. Why wasn’t I shaking on the floor with my brains leaking all over myself? Why wasn’t I…
“You may not cum.”
“Please Sir.”
“Second lesson Riley, you dont always get what you want.” The water stopped and Sam was out of the shower getting dry. I crawled after him like a wounded dog. “Just because you make a client cum, it in no way means they will do the same for you. Some like to have you never cum while they have you. Others make it a mission to have you cum non stop.”
“Please Sir.” I begged, pulling the towel away and kissing his cock, the taste of my ass filling my mouth.
He pushed me away. “Fucking whore, get it into that empty bimbo blonde head Riley. I said no, you pull that shit on a patron you’ll get yourself a day in the Red.”
“No, please Sam I.” Pleading at his feet.
“Shit take it easy, look I’m just warning you okay. You need to learn to do as your told, to control yourself.”
“Yes Sir.” I whimpered.
Sam began dressing himself as he handed me his towel. “Come on lets get going, its almost time for 89’s guests to arrive.”
It had been almost three hours since we had started my first lesson. Sam had taken me through the basics again, what was expected of me, the rules of the club and where I fit into the whole thing. He took his time inspecting me, admiring me… lusting for me. It made me feel good to know I had that power. To make a man hard just by the way I stood or how I moved.
Sam especially liked my ass, the way his fingers dug into my cheeks made the plug worm and twist inside my hole. It was sore, but still hungry.
“Good Riley good, thats it.”
Sam kept praising me, over and over. I don’t know what he expected really, I might not be the best slave in the club, not even a good one but I had spent years jerking myself off, so his cock was easy to tease. My hands were so soft and delicate, trailing over his balls and the head of his manhood as I brought him closer and closer to the edge before I let go. Watching him tense and grit his teeth before starting again. I had worked him into a frenzy, sliding his cock between my cheeks, grinding my ass into him. Squeezed him between my tits as I tongued the head. Gently I brought my fingers to his balls, massaging them with delicate taps and squeezes, they were so big and full that they were almost too big for my hands. Licking up the shaft slowly to the tip in one long motion before taking him into my mouth, I left him there slowly increasing the pressure on his balls flicking my tongue. Sam lay back into the chair, his face a picture of pleasure and greed whispering expletives as his cum shot into my mouth and trickled down my throat. I kept swallowing as best I could, swallowing what seemed an endless stream of semen, warm and thick, ever so salty. His head plopped from my mouth and the last few spurts of cum painted my face.
I knelt between his legs, playing with my new makeup, scooping it into my mouth and licking my fingers clean. “G greedy little.” He panted.
“I don't have time for another shower Sir, I need to look presentable at all times.”
“So you were only paying half.” Sam stood, squeezing the last of his cum onto me. “Attention. Keep that on you for the rest of the day Slave, you must look presentable at all times. Even with cum covering your face.”
“Thank you Sir.” I said as best as I could while holding in my anger. Anger not at Sam, but at myself for not getting every last drop out of him.
“Tomorrows lesson will be about patrons, types, tiers and favouritism.”
“Yes Sir.”
“And Riley.
“Yes Sir?”
“You may…” My cage strained. “Leave.”
“A few days, a week tops.”
“For a password?”
“Look… your friend, he was serious about people not getting into this baby okay. You need a password just to be able to enter a password. I get it that you're worried Jay, but it cant be done any quicker.”
The computer sat silently, waiting for the boot password, Ryan’s secrets sitting just a few layers of code away.
Sam’s cumshot drew attention more than I liked as I made my way through the halls, past other Servants that I had never met before. They were all hard at work doing chores with some even in charge, talking about some plans for what I could make out was an upcoming party. I passed Sophia the maid who bowed to me with a blushed face as she saw Sam’s mark. Most if not all the other Sissies were dressed, all provocatively. Maid dresses for the house staff like Sophia, tight, skimpy, revealing dresses and clothing for the others and then there was me and three others I saw that were completely naked. There had to be thirty of us at least. Was it just Mistress Smith, Sam, The master and Jack in control of all of us? There had to be more Masters and Mistresses that I had not yet met, there were so many on the Club Gomorrah website.
I made my way down to the underground, I could finally see El again when someone grabbed my hair from behind and threw me against the wall and I slid to the floor.
“Well look at this. Her Majesty finally graces us with her presence.”
Now standing above me was a short girl wearing glasses and dressed in a schoolgirl uniform, her brunette hair falling just past her shoulders.
“What the fuck bitch!” I screamed at her. Her mouth began to contort into a mean little smile.
“What did you just call me you little Slut?” The way she said it. “How dare you, you worthless little… who’s your Owner.”
“Nobody owns me.”
“Good, that makes this simpler.” She slapped me hard, knocking me to the floor before she started dragging me by my hair.
“Get off, let me go!”
“None of you new Sluts have any respect, you get here spend a few days getting fucked and you forget your place.” Again that word. “But don't worry, you will when I’m done with you.”
“Your first day back and already you’re being dragged through the hall, really Riley? tut tut tut.” Maria laughed as the crazy brunette dragged me to a room I had only been in once, the room I first woke up in the day the master had shown me off to the rest of the club.The door was relatively simple, it was however covered in embossed cocks, rivers of cum flowing from each of them down to the bottom. The brunette lead me inside.
“Hey Riley.” Maria cackled. “What would The Master say.” The fight had left me as I realised I was being punished, exactly like Maria had been. I deserved it. In the underground you follow the rules, you do as your betters tell you, and you do it with respect. I knew apologising to the brunette now would be pointless, it was too late for that now.
“Kneel.” She commanded, like I was an a****l. “Do you know who I am slut?”
“I dont.”
“Don’t what?” She hissed, removing her shoes.
“Mistress.” I whispered, holding in my fear. Realising just how badly I had fucked up, not just a slave like me. She was a mistress.
“Yes I am Slut!” She roared stomping towards me. “I am Mistress Anastasia, and you are now my number one on the shit list!” She pushed me back with her foot, pressing my head against the cushioned floor with her sole on my face. She was stronger than she looked.
“I know who you are, and now you know who I am so lets get a little more intimate shall we.” Her foot trailed its way down to my cage and she began playing with my balls with her toes. “What’s this hmm, how long have you gone without release now Slut, a month?”
“No mistress, only a week.”
She smiled. “That cum command must be so annoying hmm slut. I bet Ona begged Mother to do it didn’t she. Unlucky for you.”
As Anastasia began to undress I slowly put the pieces together. The way she said Slut.
“Mistress Smith?” I whispered. Anastasia's eyes narrowed on me, the glare she gave me could have cracked her glasses twice over.
She strutted over to me, falling onto her knees with her pussy inches from my face. “Never… call me that.” She took my hands and held them down over my head, and sat.
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