The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 9 The Knight s Passion
- 2 years ago
- 119
- 0
My First Night Working At The Royal free porn video
My first experience at the Royal Gentlemen’s Club was something, to say the least. I had been informed of the nature of the back room; that it was a room set aside for only the highest of high-rollers and it was used for things that were not readily available at other strip joints. From the main floor these high rollers could pick and choose the girls they liked… or disliked… and with the promise of wealth and fortune these girls would come to the back room… and never return.
I was the hostess for the back room. My duties include pleasing the guests, whether that meant serving them a drink or sucking their cock during the show. Of course, at any normal strip joint that would be the main attraction. At the Royal Gentlemen’s Club, it was a sideshow.
My first night was to be especially festive; and I had been thoroughly briefed beforehand. No amount of information would ready me for the show I was about to see.
There was a table in the middle of the room around which high-backed chairs sat. I liked the classy nature of the room; between every several chairs were cigar boxes set like nightstands with mini-humidors in each one. The room smelled like fresh cigars and scotch, and on the walls were paintings of the owners and several of their cohorts. In the back corner was a mini-bar, the liquor all top-shelf and free to the customers of the room. Early in the evening I was to serve the gentlemen drinks. These drinks were typically served off the naked body of an 18 year old virgin. These girls were quickly escorted away from the room before the real attraction began.
After a few rounds two girls were brought from the front. They were selected on their beauty, their coy nature, and the fact that they knew absolutely nothing about what was going to happen to them. The first girl had a rope tied to her ankle and was raised until her head was level with my thighs. She knew that she was going to be hung upside down; she had been informed that I was going to be doing things to her and that for this “special” back-room show she was to make a premium. She made no objections as I tied her hands together. The second girl was put down on her knees and tied to the table for later. She was gagged.
As the lights dimmed I stepped up the stairs onto the table and held our bodies together. She stretched and begged for my crotch; trying eagerly to lick me and see the cliental get off to it. I reached my arms around her back and held her close to me, spreading my legs just enough for her to fit her chin and mouth between my thighs. I lifted my skirt and closed my eyes as her tongue slipped up and down my exposed vagina. I clutched her tightly as her tongue made it’s way across my clitoris, causing my body to momentarily seize in pleasure. It wasn’t just the feeling of having her tongue inside me… it was the feeling of knowing that the breathes that she blew against my wet cunt were to be here last. It was almost like having her beg for her life, though she did not know that she was begging for anything. That didn’t stop me from imagining her beg me.
I bent over and removed the switchblade from my stocking. She cringed as she saw this. As I stood back up I could see that her vagina had become wet after seeing me yield the weapon. I liked her silk panties and slid the knife underneath them. One pull upwards shone light on her exposed, cleanly shaven vagina. Her lips were swollen and moist, much like my own. I licked her, moaning as she dove deep inside of me. She was heaving, gasping heavily and close to climax. I motioned the operater of the winch to raise her up higher. She let out a moan as my mouth left her vagina and my tongue slowly worked it’s way up her body; her firms stomach, her barren chest and tight little nipples, her upper chest and throat. I stopped at her throat and kissed it hard. I wanted to feel her blood running through her aorta. I wanted to feel her breath. She moaned in pleasure and kissed my chest. I held her close to me, then walked around behind her. I took my hands and felt her sides, her back… her neck. I ran my hands along her neck to feel her pulse. I pulled the back of her head against my chest and held it there, my one hand against the top of her throat.. With my other hand I took the knife and ran it the length of her body; starting cautiously at her vagina, then up her stomach and navel, past her breasts to her throat. I could feel her body quivering in pleasure as the knife grazed along her pulsing throat.
“If an animal had one thing left to say before the slaughter, what would it say?” I asked her. “What would you say?”
As if playing along with the skit she replied softly. “Oh, please. Just give me one last moment to spend with you. I ask only to be your meat when you are done. I want you to eat me. Treat me like meat baby.”
Her words were sexy. She truly wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be in bed with me. I loved having her life in my hands. I took the knife and pressed it against her throat. I felt as though I owed her a moment for the beautiful things she had said to me.
“I will.” I whispered to her. “Would you have loved me?”
“I would have loved you with every inch of my body.” She replied.
“And I you.” I returned. With that I took the knife and ran it from one ear to the other. She had felt the sharp sting of the blade against her throat and had felt the release of her skin from her head, but it took her a moment to realize that she could no longer breathe. Her body gasped for air and began to panic as the blood left her heart and poured down her face. She shook at the end of the rope, and I stepped back to watch her body writhe in pain.
The second girl began to scream, though the gag allowed little noise in the room. Everyone wanted to hear the first girl gag and gargle at the end of the rope before they turned their attention to the second girl.
After a minute of shaking and fighting the rope, the girls eyes began to glaze and her motions slowed. Her nerves began to kick in, causing her body to shake in a different manner. More random, less accomplished. Her body, now drained of blood and lacking oxygen, was at that point just before death when the victim is in shock and feeling no pain. I looked into her eyes. Her fear remained in those lifeless eyes. I had taken that life from her. I looked to the second girl. She sat, terrified at the other end of the table. Her death was to be slightly different.
A bouncer untied her from the post at the end of the table and set her in a chair in view of everyone in the room. The chair had been specially made. It required the person sitting on it to straddle a rubber lip. The lip was positioned to fill the vagina and caress the clitoris in particular. Then the victims legs were cuffed down with metal clamps, as were the victims ankles and throat. A mask was placed over her head, then a metal clamp was placed across her eyes.
These clamps were to hold the girl in place. Smaller clamps were then placed on her nipples. Finally, the gag was removed from her mouth and a metal cock coated (except for the end) in rubber was forced in her mouth. A strap held it in her mouth and her head in position. Leading to the cock were two large wires.
The girl fought and wriggled against the cuffs, to no avail. She sobbed and begged to be let go. She jumped and screamed as the rubber lip began to vibrate against her clitoris. At first it was obviously uncomfortable to her, but after a moment her lips began to swell despite her sobs and cries.
“In your mouth is a dick. We want to see you suck it baby.” I said to her. “And as you can tell you are sitting on a vibrator that is purposely meant to make you cum. If you cum first, you will set off the chair and 20,000 volts of electricity will be sent through the dick in your mouth through your heart to the connections on your nipples and a connection against your clit.”
“NO! She screamed, her tongue sobbing against the metal end of the cock in her mouth. “Please don’t!”
“In that dick is a sensor. If you are a good dicksucker and can make it cum down your throat before you cum, then it will shut off the chair and you will be allowed to leave here.”
The crowd loved a contest.
Fighting back her tears, the girl began to suckle on the dildo as best she could. She rocked her head back and forth as best as possible, though the more she did the harder the vibrator rubbed against her clitoris. She held back the increasing urge to rock her hips at first, but after a minute she was unable to do even this. She began to moan excitedly as she sucked hard on the dick. She lapped her tongue against it, hoping and praying that it would release some fluid into her throat so that she could herself release and leave this horrible place. The machine began to rock underneath her, causing her again to moan.
An agonizing amount of time passed. The harder and faster she sucked on the dick the harder and faster the lips rubbed against her. She knew that she couldn’t hold out much longer.
I watched from the table, eagerly awaiting one of the machines orgasm and biting my lip with every flinch of the girls body. She shook, desperately holding onto her wits. A small drip of fluid dripped from her pussy and down the edge of the rubber vibrator. She was gasping to try and hold back her inevitable climax.
Another minute passed by. I was now in the lap of the closest observer; and though he did not need to be inside of me I ran my hand up and down his excited cock as we watched the girl writhe together. She was crying now, and humping the machine with a fervor. Her moans began to grow both in level and in repetition.
“Mmmmm, mmmmmmm…” She moaned, then sucked and rocked her head against the dildo.
“Oh fuck…” she slapped her tongue around the dildo harder and faster…
“Oh… Oh fuck…” She cried our as she forced the dick down her throat…
“Oh… Oh no… Oh No!!!” She screamed, the dick muffling her scream.
“NO!!!” She screamed as her body gave a final rock against the rubber lips of the machine as it pounded against her. She rocked fervently as a secretion left her lips and slid down the machine.
A split second later there was the loud crackling of lightning and the lights dimmed in the room. The girls body shook and wriggled in the seat as she screamed out loud. Her hands clenched the rails of the seat, and the heated oxygen leaving her lungs heated oxygen leaving her lungs created a roar. The cum seared between her legs.
The whole scene shocked me; I sat in fear as her body fried on the chair. Her chest heaved in pain and her head slapped against the clamp.
After several seconds of this it stopped, and the girl was left lifeless in her seat. I got up and walked over to the corpse. Her skin was warm; burn marks spread from the clamps. She had no pulse. The clamps released and the body fell to the floor. I was advised against removing the mask from her head, that the look on her face and the damage that had been done to her face would be a lot for me to take on my first day. I listened, and imagined a look of horror being burned onto that pretty little face in her dying moments.
After a few more rounds our clients left for the evening, and I was left to lean the bar and watch the janitor clean the mess. He took the body of the second girl and put it into a waste bin. Then he took a second waste bin and placed it under the first girl. There he lowered her now lifeless body into it. I didn’t need to ask what would be done to them. I knew that he would have to cut them up or burn them or bury them some place, and all that was a little much for me. I just wanted to remember their faces as the life left their bodies. I wanted to see the next girl die.
Hortense
- 20.03.2023
- 4
- 0
- Category:
- Fetish
Thangaiku Theriyaamal Amma Magalai Oothen
- 1 year ago
- 160
- 0
The Knight and the Acolyte Book1 Chapter 7 The Knight s Sacrifice
- 2 years ago
- 46
- 0
