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| Club Spiral Posted by: Driana Lé Souris at 11-20-2014 21:03 PM, Last Modified 12-17-2014 14:02 PM |
*** This Story Has Been Shelved And Will Not Have Any More Chapters. ***
Author note: College student, Male coyote was captures and turned over to a pack of females who vandalize him humanity and integrity. Forced to rebuild himself he became what he is now...
Chapter One: The Beginning.
Typical night in the city where there was the loud cheers of drunks, however in this story we begin in a dark very limited light. The back entrance to the building that belong to a highly popular club that was non private, the groans of a male were heard but he was not seen. "Fuck me.." Was the grunt that was welcomed as a souvenir for the mind. A coyote stretched and stepped out of the shadows, he was standing at six foot two, muscular body and his fur shimmered in the low light revealing its tan color. "Break time is over.." The coyote stepped forward on the black pavement feeling the vibrations of the muffled techno music that got him in his rhythm, making a mental list as he huffed out slightly annoyed. He had done his fair of entertainment tonight for the woman who had dirtied his fur with their greedy greasy hands, came with the job so he could complain. Male stripper with a body like his, woman would kill for. Swinging the door open as the music greeted him stepping into his groove as he was about to be called up to the stage in a matter of minutes, he had on a black set of mini shorts that clung to his thighs and a Speedo beneath.
"Yo man. Got a client for you. One hour." The sound of his boss selling his time off, how fucking great. Not even a fair warning or hey want the job scumbag. Of course not, it was all about making his share selling off who he pleased, that's what happens when working with assholes. He made his way to the back rooms where private sessions were held. Looking around the room he spotted a figure in one of the booths, it was dark, the tables were made out of wood and curtains were wrapped around the booths to give some form of intimate gesture. The musky scent of baby oil and sweat lingered from the night but in all the scents he caught the scent of innocence and peach. Surely he was mistaken. Stepping near his client he saw it was a female with perky round ears, a mouse, ironic. The rims of her ears were filled with hooped earings from one end of one ear to another that linked by small chains. That wasn't what had him stuttering for a sense of words. The female sat straight, her fingers curled around a martini glass, the most distinguished feature was her face. The rim of her right eye was cracked, lines leading upwards on her forehead and down wards upon her cheek. The other mark on her left side by her jawline, pieces of her face were missing and more cracks. Her lips were a plush pink that dared anyone to give her a kiss. He tried to introduce himself to the female Mouse but he couldn't choke out the words, however his cock had no issue. Bulge formed beneath his outfit and the tip of his cock poking out over the rim of his pathetic little shorts. This was Fucking-Fantastic.
"Is there a problem?" Her voice was very quiet he had hardly caught it. The music began in the background as it switched tracks, hopping onto the wooden surface as the music started slow building its momentum, his cock fully eye candy for her. The sudden bump and grinding music came on and he was already in step of the beat. Thrusting his hips to the metal pool in the center of the table only to wrap his tail around it as he stepped near the edge thrusting towards her direction. Giving his best dance he could manage, he expected cheers and screams like every unorthodox client that ended up with him here. Half hour went by and not a single peep, a simple glance, a tell of enjoyment and it caused his ego to take a blow. He was one of the best here, getting off the table he placed his legs on either side of her getting into a more personal connection. Taking her hands which were gloved with lace planting them on his chest making her feel his muscles. Gliding her hands up and down his chest to the beat of the music as he grinded his member to the beat of the music. The fact that his rod was dripping for her was making this rather difficult but not once did he deflate in his hardness for her. The rat-a-tat-tat of her heels tapping against the lounged couch made home uneasy, was she annoyed? Finally the hour was up and he was thanking her for choosing him in this non private club to be of service. Turning on his heel as he felt famished that he didn't get a single reaction out of her, not even his shorts removed was bothering him.
"Don't you recognize those below you?" She spoke up breaking his thoughts as he had frozen in his step; there was familiarity to her voice. Why hadn't he caught it before, it hit him like backlash. There was no way way this client, this mouse or this species was the very same person that changed his life drastically living off being a male entertainer to get his fix in enduring humiliation. A form of pleasure for him in order to be able to get off on it. Several moments passed and the music wasn't so toned deaf anymore in fact her uneven breathing and his own seemed to make a beat of its own but his ears pulsed to the racing heart that was pounding from fear and adrenaline. "I don't have time for your games. What was the price again? $15,000? A steep bargain.... But hell you were almost worth it." Swallowing the lump that had lodged in his throat at the fact the past was brought back up and suddenly the air was thicker. Black mail was never a pretty color, "Name the place, you'll have what you came for within the hour." Once again he started walking away hoping for fucks sake that this would be the last time. "Not So Fast, Piss Bitch." Her cold harsh tone had him nearly reaching for his cock to give it a stroke; how his cock was hungry for her.
Finally his mind toggled to the past, the very day, allowing what he could remember. The slaps to his body, the kicks to his groin, the spitting of his face, the incursion to the tip of his dick and the dildo that was shoved up his ass; so much had occurred that nothing was ever the same again. Her voice broke into his thoughts, "... This isn't blackmail. In fact quite the opposite, think of it as a rightful place of justice and can be very rewarding for your cock. This time it'll only be me instead of the eighty hands that bruised your pathetic humanity." Her voice was always so alluring and he was starting to lose his senses, with a quick glance around seeing it was only them two. Bringing his attention back to her he saw she's hadn't even moved, not one fragment of hair out of place. How he loathed her. "Don't start something you cannot finish." His reflexes were faster then his mind could keep up at the moment, he had pulled her from her seat by the throat. Squeezing as he felt her take in a breath slowly, her violet irises shrinking as her pupils grew. Finally looking her body over as he saw the leather tight dress she wore that was skin tight outlining her figure and cupping her richly wrapped up ass that was the perfect size. Her chest pressing against him which has the material give away her hard nipples and there seemed to be something else; piercings? The zipper that went from the front of her dress all the way down left little for imagination, her peach scent and innocence was about to be no more. Giving her breasts a hard squeeze reaching the zipper on the front of her dress pulled down on it steadily reveling in the sound. He pulled the dress from her body, feeling the dress separate across the front and her breasts spilling out of the mini-bra that was built into the front tossing it aside leaving her in a black thong with pink bows on either side of her hips. Reaching for her exposed breasts and nipples which had in fact been pierced he began to caress and squeeze, fondling them while teasing her piercings harshly by pulling and twisting them. Feeling her chest rise and fall as she was breathing a lot harder and her ass was to rubbing on his crotch, finally he felt her hands on the Speedo he had been wearing and she was pushing the material away having his member rubbing against her tight curved ass, pressing against her butt cheeks as his precum leaving a trail in place. Her soft moans were sharp to his ears taking the broken kiss to press his maw into her neck nibbling gently while grazing his sharp teeth against her neck line going up to her ear to nibble on it only to go back down to her shoulder biting into it.
"Mmmmm . . . what a hard and hungry cock you have . . . " she murmured seductively, her head on his shoulder so she could talk near his ear. He crushed her gorgeous breasts in his hands to pull her against him roughly, crushing her nipples in between his digits and making her gasp. Her hips were gyrating against his pleadingly, moving his member against her ass. Dipping his knees angling to let his cock fall between her legs, pointing up to her heated covered slit teasing her with the thick three inch wide girth before shoving her face first to the wooden table. He slid a claw against the back of her thong trailing down to her slit as he shoved the material aside where he held it down to her butt cheek. His member pressing to her tight little entrance and she was already whimpering like a good whore, "You're big.. You won't fit." That was always an issue with woman and his cock. She started to try to turn around, but to no avail he held her firmly in place having her nectar slid down his shaft lubricating him. She pushed her hips back sliding her hands around gripping the sides of her ass to pull her pussy lips apart making her tight little pussy stretch as he tried again prodding only with the tip. He slapped her ass cheek rather soft at first getting a reaction that sounded like pleasure when he dipped his member popping just the head in she tried moving again and it earned her another slap across her ass cheek harder this time.
"W..wait!" She cried out but he had already kicked her feet wide apart and he still pinned her down so she couldn't move as he pushed in a few inches. He was ten inches long and her cunt was eagerly devouring what he fed into her demolishing her virginity to no longer exist. He palmed her ass and spanked her again forcing her to groan out "unnnhhhhhh . . . yes! Harder! Fuck!" he smacked against that gorgeous ass again and again till her ass cheek was bright red which allowed him access to thrust in every last inch of his monster. Growling head her ear as she squirted her juicy couture on his shaft, "Oh, you like that? You like it a little rough, don't you slut?" In response to her heavy breathing and slutty moans she wiggled her ass against his crotch, looking down at her swollen cunt he made sure she wouldn't lean up so he took her hands and pinned them on her back with his tail. Grabbing her pussy lips and his claws bit into her ass as he withdrew only to thrust hard back in after only pulling out at least three inches.
"YES! Like that . . . !!!" she cries back at him, the mouse that had once humiliated and tore him to shreds was now begging for his cock. Taking a paced set of thrusts going in and out of her having his cock glisten with her womanly spray and scent had him moaning out briefly. Impaling her with his hard hot rod over and over not getting her to loosen up in any form as she clenched her pussy down making a tighter vortex taking it as a sign he started ramming into her harder as she slid against the table till she was on her tip toes. The coyote growled as he landed a few more spanks against her ass making it jiggle and new marks appear, her moans were only growing louder along with her begs for him not to stop. Grabbing her hips roughly he pulled her back on his shaft making each inch travel deeper then the last now that she was fully on her stomach and her knees seemed to be giving out rutting her harder and faster only ending with her squirting all over his cock several times. Orgasm after orgasm, "P! Please!..." What was she begging for? He didnt know, lifting her leg up on the entrance to the booth he slid his hand across her thigh piercing it with his claws as he was able to sink into her pussy. "Love that cock don't you filthy bitch."
She started screaming, "YES!! Fuck me!! Harder!! Spank my ass harder... dammit, HARDER! YESSSS . . Spank me ; I know you can hit me harder than that! OOHHHH YEAHHHH FUCK MY PUSSY" going on and on she went screaming, nearly tipping him over the edge. He felt the head of his cock start to mushroom and scrape against her sides as his barbs tore her insides till they could no longer tug in place and felt his rope thick semen jetting out. Some started racing down his shaft and he was clawing both her ass and thigh leaving dark red lines with beads of blood forming and dripping down her fur as her climax hit again for what seemed like the millionth time, he felt her cunt pulsing on his cock, milking it for every last drop, each squeeze stronger than the last and almost painful inside her tight little snatch that couldn't even contain his load and was leaking out of her cream pied pussy. Pulling his shaft out of her as a noisy and rather wet pop came out of her, he couldn't help but grin watching her abused hole dripping and making a puddle between her legs. Finally releasing her as he reached for her dress wiping off his cock before tossing it at her. "Get out of my club, you'll receive a message within a few hours and a location will be added with time. One minute late, you'll regret it." He walked away from her not looking back as he saw one of the bouncers standing by the entrance as he was re-buttoning his security pants.
"Boss wants to see you man." He grunted to the coyote leaving the mouse alone. Time had come and gone and finally his shift had ended with his mind still on the female. Pulling out his phone he sent a fast message, "Tomorrow @ 8:30pm. Luxor Hotel await in lounge. Black cocktail dress." Flipping it shut he strolled to his car ending the night.
Chapter Two:
He had arrived a half hour early to the lounge where he chose a table towards the back with the less luminous attraction. The melody of live jazz playing to the farthest end, fiddling with his tie as a waitress arrived. "Brandy on the rocks, please bring a bottle and a bowl of ice." He didn't make eye contact with her but yet noticed every detail of the deer. Light hazelnut eyes with a natural shade that hid behind the librarian type glasses. Typical white shirt and shorts with apron, very well detailed to her curves. What caught his eye was the scar and hidden bruise between her legs as she walked away to retrieve what he had asked for.
It hadn't been long before the mouse arrived, she did wear the cock tail dress, same broken look on her face which caused everyone to look at her oddly. Several pointed and whispered but it didnt seem to bother her. Taking a seat by the bar as she ordered a dirty martini, typical of her. A gentleman had approached her, talked and tried to get her number from what it he could tell according to the body language, but just as fast as the man had approached he was dismissed. She moved with some grace keeping her appearance of a mysterious woman daring to be praised. "Sir." The voice of the waitress tugged at his attention and he looked at her, "Can I get you anything else?"
Actually yes, she could. "Matter of fact, I'm displeased with the wait. Either you can suck my dick or explain the bruises in between your legs." His snicker was light as he watched the fear display across her face followed by several other reactions. Her fingers tightened into little fists at her side as she grew nervous, her lips parted and a lick went across them, hesitation lingered. "Master provided them for displeasing him with my face outside of protocol." He weighed her words and realized two things. One being that she didn't direct him as hers in any form and two there were rules, therefore she lingered with no real owner. "How did you displease him?" The question was simple but he could tell from the fuchsia color on her cheeks that she was having a hard time. "Tell you what, when you are ready to share give me a call, I can show you a different world. Now do me a favor, the woman in the cocktail dress, bring her." Handing both a card and a bill, the waitress stumbled slightly to do as ordered.
The light jazz once again occupied his thoughts as he tossed back his drink already pouring himself another adding a fresh cube of ice. The ice wasn't there for his drink but seemed fitting to let the idea linger. "Here you are Miss, may I get you anything?" The waitress's satin voice asked, "Dirty martini, two olives." The mouse took her seat across from him, she looked amazing, flawless like a diamond. It was hard to be in her presence with his cock being harder then any other time he tried to wank at it. "Nervous?" She asked almost as if she was full of herself, sliding his thumb across the glass as he took another sip waiting till the waitress returned with her drink before even answering. "It should be you who is nervous, after all, I'll be pounding my baby into you."
The mouse fidgeted slightly as if she herself suddenly realized what it was that awaited her, easily being the fact that he could smell the moistness that lurked between her legs. The waitress arrived and the coyote whispered something to her while secretly placing a key in her apron. As the night pressed on they finished their drinks but first slid the cubes in the bowl towards the mouse. "Insert three, quickly." He stood up as he held up his hand for the mouse once she was ready. "I highly suggest those are melted by the time we reach the room." A shaky breath was all he received, walking together he held his hand above her lower back guiding her to the elevators. When they found one, he didnt allow other people on, "Take the next one." The lingering threat to those that dared to try to board.
The ding followed suit as the doors closed, they had the penthouse suite so in the mean time, he had time to burn. Turning around he took her by the throat pinning her against the elevator wall as he lifted her dress up seeking her panties which were lace by the touch, rubbing his digit against the panties pushing them into her cunt as he rubbed furiously against her clit. Her moans echoed the little container, "Louder slut, I can't hear you." Biting into her neck as he rubbed faster feeling her legs shake as she withered. The elevator stopped unnecessarily at random times, each time they heard a gasp but no one entered. The mouse gulped for air, pleading to be allowed a simple release. Ignoring her please as her panties became wetter and wetter. "Cum." He whispered into her ear, feeling her arch as she shrilled at her climax. Pumping her twat against his fingers like a hungry whore. Pulling his hand away he held it near her mouth watching her red lips part and that pink little tongue wrap around them. She moaned seductively as she licked them clean, only to whine when he remove his now spotless fingers. Kneeling down he unrolled her panties down her legs as he had her step out of them. He held them up for inspection rather impressed. "Open." He stated and seeing she was only going to ask for a reason he stuffed the soaking panties into her mouth. Reaching back under he shoved his fingers into her cunt twirling around in her twat. Still two left and they had just arrived to their floor.
"Better hurry mouse or you won't like the punishment." Stepping out of the room and down the hall fishing out the key from his pocket as he slid it into the door. "Strip and leave your things by the door. You are not to wear anything while in this room while you are here." She tried her best to unzip her dress on her own, but could not reach. Her struggle amused him mildly, but eventually she managed. She unzipped her and the dress fell in a black shimmering puddle onto the floor.
He was pleased at what she wore underneath or rather what she wasn't wearing. No panties, no nylons or bra. She stood with her back to him in nothing but heels. Mistake one. He grabbed her ass firmly and suddenly and she gasped in shock, she hadn't expected him to touch her so soon and so roughly. He spun her around having her and lifted her chin gently to look her in the eye. His cold eyes stared through hers. He ran his thumb along her bottom lip, she licked it gently and tried to take it into her mouth. He slapped her across the face and left a mark that glowed red. Mistake two. She did not raise her hand to her face or make any noise, but her eyes looked down again and filled with tears as he grabbed her chin roughly bringing her attention back to him.
"You didn't have my permission to do that. Don't make me leave another mark on that pretty little broken face of yours. Now you'll go to the bedroom, fetch the collar on the bed along with the paddle. You've failed your test rodent, you have a minute to comply while I finish pouring my drink. Remove the heels." He watched her scramble to retrieve the items as he poured himself another glass of scotch, taking a sip watching her present the items. He pointed on the floor. "You know better then to be standing." He took his time removing his tie as he walked around her placing it over her eyes.
"Today you'll be earning your collar. If, you're bound to receive it. After all you're just as pathetic as when I found you." Stroking her cheek lightly as she flinched at the touch. He pulled away and sat down letting the eerie silence fill her mind in anticipation..
[Keep An Eye Out, More To Come!]...... |
Comments:
| Sydney Stone : I want more 3 |
| Driana: Glad you enjoyed. New chapter is available. Enjoy. |
| Kris Husky: Great story well written 3 i enjoyed reading it |
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