Slave to the Rhythm : Part 2


(To set the scene, Part 1 can be read here) [Story genre : Mind control. This may make some readers feel uncomfortable.  The D/s dynamic here has the slave pushing her boundaries and exploring her passion for humiliation and rough play]


As Rae swung the door to the bar open, she was immediately assaulted by a wall of noise (heavy, pulsing rock music overlaid with rowdy banter and laughter), heat from the crush of bodies and a smell she couldn’t identify, most likely a mix of beer, male sweat and leather.  The lighting was dim, mostly around the edges but it focused on the bar where staff were pulling pints and levering the caps off bottles of lager.  Rae moved forward through the jostling crowd, noting that the clientele (mostly guys) wore a ‘uniform’ of leather, greasy denim and dark t-shirts emblazoned with band names.  With her blonde hair and her bright clothes Rae was a beacon of light and beauty in this scuzzy crowd The sea of bodies seemed to part as she passed, looking and leering with lusty appreciation.  She felt empowered and adored by their admiring glances, her arousal rose with each step; buried in her butt the plug stimulated her as she strode confidently to the bar.


“Jack Daniels and Coke” she ordered, leaning over to be heard; the barman got an eyeful of her ‘Nell Gwynne’ cleavage captured in the red corset, while the fellas behind her were delighted as her little kilt hiked higher up her long legs, until it barely covered the curves of her bum.  The master chose this moment to enter the bar, entirely unnoticed, keeping to the background he moved to a spot where he could watch the drama unfold.  He wore glasses which were slightly tinted, these had a camera at the front so he could record Rae’s interactions, and right now someone broke from the crowd to hit on her.


Rae looked up as a guy hustled into the space beside her at the bar, he was over six feet tall with a broad back, arms bulging with muscles and inked with intricate patterns and pictures of pin-up girls in lingerie.  He wore stretcher rings in his earlobes, around the outer rim of his ears were silver studs like rivets.  When he he turned to face her she saw a ring through the septum of his nose and rings glinted in each eyebrow.  His chest was also decorated with tattoos, muscled and smooth, partly concealed by the unbuttoned black leather waistcoat he wore.
“Hey!” he commented, feasting his eyes on her pretty face and voluptuous figure, “haven’t seen you here before.”


“Hey yourself!  I haven’t been here before.”  Rae smiled and took a slug of her drink, then licked her lips suggestively.  She found this man-mountain strangely arousing, he seemed raw and animalistic and her pussy tingled appreciatively, so she squeezed her thighs together, enjoying the sensation.


“What’s your name honey?” he leaned in, confident his advances were welcome.

“Rae” she angled her body towards him as she answered, catching the tang of his sweat which caused her super-sensitive nipples to ache and a heaviness gather deep in her loins.

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“I’m Dave and this is Gus,” he gestured with his bottle towards the guy who’d moved in on her other side, so she looked the new man over, taking in his shoulder length tousled hair, Motorhead t-shirt and greasy-looking black jeans.  Gus had ‘sleeves’ of tattoos up his arms and a coarse-looking beard which hugged his face and almost hid his mouth.   
“We come here every weekend.”  Dave swigged his beer while Gus nodded, making no secret of ogling Rae’s peachy rear and the glimpse of milky skin where her kilt ended and her rubber basque began.


The music on the jukebox changed to “Stairway to Heaven” and there was a collective groan of satisfaction from the punters, anticipating a classic guitar solo!  What nobody knew was that the master had selected this track – it would trigger a burst of wantonness and raunchy behaviour in his slave – because this was the auto-suggestion he’d planted when he hypnotised her.


“That’s a stairway to heaven, right there,” Dave observed, pointing to Rae’s long laced-up boots and letting his finger trail up her naked thigh til it caught in the hem of her plaid kilt.


“You bet!  Wanna dance?” Rae answered breathily, like Marilyn Monroe.  She put her empty glass on the bar and untied her filmy black blouse.  Biting her lip she reached up, linking her arms around Dave’s neck and he pulled her close to sway to the music and grind against one another in a sleazy slow dance.  Dave grasped her bum with his large coarse hands to squeeze and fondle the fleshy orbs, while he nuzzled into her neck, inhaling the jasmine fragrance dabbed in her cleavage.  Soon his fingers sneaked under the pleats of her skirt to fondle and explore, a low growl escaping him when he discovered her knickers were crotchless and he had full access to her dripping, swollen pussy.


He slid his middle finger into her and was gratified when Rae made a quiet gasp of pleasure, “My, my what have we here?” he murmured in her ear and squeezed her closer to him.  “You want some action?”  


Rae’s mind was a battle of emotions at this point; one voice worried that this was dirty, degrading and disgusting, this man being the antithesis of everything she usually found attractive. Sex in a public place was wrong and dangerous, people would see her and judge her negatively.  The second voice, which was strong and calm, reminded her that she wanted this badly, this sleazy muscle man made her wetter and hornier than she’d ever felt; being manhandled like a sex toy in a public place was hot and exciting. Fucking this man would make her master proud.


“That feels so good,” Rae growled as Dave slipped another finger deep inside her as they danced.  Her eyes roamed the room and saw that, while not everyone was watching, many men were, which inflamed her passion.  She tipped her head to one side, exposing her long slim neck with it’s leather slave collar.  “Bite me,” she instructed so Dave lowered his head and set about biting and sucking the flesh until he’d left a red and purple bruise, lurid against her pale skin.


“Now I have a tattoo,” she smiled up at him, “and you have a boner.” She rubbed herself like a slut against his thigh where the swelling ridge of his hard cock was trapped.  “O look what I did!” Rae said with mock concern as she observed the damp patch with a faint sheen she’d left on his leather jeans.


“Honey, you can slide all over me if you wanna.  I’d like to dive in and get myself soaking wet,” Dave said with a grin as he cupped and groped, exploring her pussy and arse, without a care that he was in full view of others in the bar.  Gus caught his eye and came over.


“I’ll get another round in, what are you drinking?” he asked Rae.

“Your cum!  I’d love to give you head,” Rae’s look was direct and unblinking, Gus felt a rocket stirring in his jeans.

“Yeah, forget the drinks man, this girl’s good to go!” Dave smirked.  “Let’s take this party to the alley out back.”


Rae did not resist when they hustled her out of the bar, instead she felt in a frenzy of lust! Her throat was longing to suck on Gus’s cock, and hopefully Dave’s too, maybe she could suck them clean after they’d fucked her hard.  Everything seemed possible tonight, her pussy was aching and throbbing with emptiness, but Rae wanted to be filled and pounded, and these bikers were  the guys to do it.


There was no chill to the night air as the three of them moved around to the side of the single-story building, to an area which had a corrugated iron roof protecting the crates of beer & mixers when they were delivered.  Tonight it was half-empty and Rae stood with her back to a low stack of crates and shrugged off her sheer blouse, letting it drop, then she set about seductively unlacing the front of her basque until her large breasts sprang free – tingling and aching for attention.


“Would you look at that!” Gus gasped in surprise, lust hardening his thick cock as he feasted his eyes on the cruel-looking clamps pinching at her teats.   He’d seen pierced nipples many times, but never this. She was one kinky girl, and yet there was an air of innocence about her.


“O baby, you are full of surprises!” Dave moved towards her, “You take that side, I’ll take this,” he instructed Gus.  “When I say go, release the clamp.”

The bikers moved either side of Rae and removed the clamps simultaneously, making her yelp from the burning, spiking sensation as the blood flow rushed back, engorging the tiny space which had been denied circulation for so long.  Rae moaned as agony and desire flooded her, while Dave commanded “suck on her titty,” and the men began to lick, and suckle at her nipples.


“O fuck, o shit, that’s sooo good,” Rae’s moans and words of encouragement were constant but soon became incoherent as she felt herself tipping over the edge into a starburst of orgasmic bliss.  Her pussy throbbed and pulsed on emptiness and she could barely stand still, but she came hard, panting and gasping and begging the bikers not to stop, while she shuddered with the strength of it.


“Now sweetcheeks, you need to do something for old Gus,” Dave instructed, as Rae began to return to the land of the living.  

He pressed her to her knees, beckoning Gus over. Unbuttoning the flies of his grimy jeans, his tumescent cock sprang free.   Rae didn’t need further instructions, she took his length into her mouth and began to lick and suck like a pro.  She ran her tongue round the rim of his helmet, her mouth got slobbery as she sucked up and down the length of Gus’s cock, keeping the pressure firm and insistent.  Gus moaned with appreciation at Rae’s practised technique while her master watched covertly from the corner of the building. His slave pleasured a total stranger at his command; he was delighted how his hypnotism scenario was panning out.  


Gus’s balls began to tighten and Rae knew his climax was near, so she pulled back with her mouth, continuing to pump his cock with her hand. Soon she was rewarded with ropes of his white, glistening cum pumping over her chest and neck.


“That’s quite a pearl necklace you’ve given her!” Dave laughed. “My turn now, I want a taste of that juicy pussy.  Maybe she’s a gusher and I can make her squirt!”
He indicated a low stack of crates and helped Rae to drape herself over them, lying on her back  but with space for him to stand or kneel in front of her.  Rae’s body was raging with arousal again, her cunt and arse clenching and throbbing with pulses of desire.  She could feel her slick juices running, the crotchless panties allowing them to spread over the swollen folds of her pussy, making rivulets down her smooth inner thighs.  


Rae felt so wanton and free, her urges to sexually satisfy these unattractive, dirty men were so strange to her, yet so thrilling. She’d smelt sweat gathered in Gus’s wiry pubes as she sucked him off, but it had delighted her where usually it would’ve repulsed.  Now, lying on her back like the slut she was, legs braced and spread wide apart in her high-heeled boots, a man she did not know was burying his nose and mouth in her pussy. He lapped, tickled and sucked at her until she sobbed and groaned with pent up desire.  She knew her master commanded this.  She wanted to make her him proud so she rubbed and smeared the cold globs of sperm over and around ‘his’ heavy breasts, pulling and tweaking the tender nipples into hard points, whimpering as the pressure enhanced the pleasure building in her groin.


Dave was no slouch licking Rae out, he was making her dizzy with desire and arousal, colours swirled around behind her closed eyes and her pulse pounded, swelling the fleshy lips of her pussy until she felt she must be turning inside out.  What he was doing with her tongue made her want alternately to push him away and suck him right inside!  Her pussy throbbed and her butt clenched ‘til suddenly Rae was coming and a jet of hot liquid spurted out of her with force.  The waves of her climax pulsed on and on, clenching her abdominals and cunt walls in a steady rhythm, the silicone plug in her butt playing its part to bounce back the throbs, prolonging her mighty orgasm.  


Dave chuckled with glee to have made her squirt.  He stood over her prone body, his face darkened with lust as he loosened the buckle of his belt and let his leather jeans fall to the floor.


Rae’s swollen and soaked pussy was indeed puffy and engorged while the lips, with their golden curls, pouted out of the frame of her red crotchless knickers.  Dave slowly and lovingly stroked the length of his cock while devouring the delectable vision in front of him.  His eyes travelled slowly up her shapely legs encased in those sexy laced boots then, following the smooth flesh of her naked thighs which were slick with her love juice, his gaze moved to the dark shadows of her butt.  That’s when he saw the black bar nestled between her cheeks – the ‘handle’ of the butt plug inserted in Rae by her master.


“Honey!” he admonished, “you’ve been keeping a secret from us!  Look here Gus, the little lady takes it from behind!”


Rae was speechless, still in the throes of bliss from her orgasm, but even if she had been able to explain, the auto-suggestion planted by her master earlier that evening would have contradicted her.  Dave and Gus conferred quietly for a few moments then Dave pulled her to her feet.  Rae was starting to look a hot mess, mascara tracked down her cheeks from deep-throating Gus and his jism was drying to sticky smears over her breasts, but she was still up for more fucking.  A good slave was multi-orgasmic, and Rae was ready to go again.  Dave hitched up one of her legs and hooked it over his hip, so she curled it round his back.  He began to nudge the swollen head of his glans at the sensitive tip of her clitoris and she threw her head back:


“Yessss!  Fuck me you bastard!” Rae cried.


Dave buried his cock in her pussy with one swift thrust and Rae whooped with delight, immediately beginning to writhe and buck against him, riding him hard as desire spiked in her loins.  She was like a rag doll on speed as she thrust and rubbed on his hard cock and Dave let her go wild, enjoying the sensations of her clutching pussy and the tightness caused by the butt plug deep inside her.


“C’mon baby,” he teased, “give me all you’ve got.”  

Then he hitched up her other leg till they were wrapped round him and he could control her movements.  Supporting her back with his arms his thrusts were slow and deep, gliding in and almost all the way out of her, before pressing back into her again.  His cock slid in and out – a hot knife through butter, Rae truly felt that she was melting over him.  Her pussy was euphoric with bliss and her juices flowed.


Gus, meantime, held his dick in his fist and teasingly stroked it up and down in time with Dave’s thrusts into Rae’s cunt. He watched her backside as it bobbed, his eyes locked onto the black silicone bar nestled tightly between her butt cheeks.  That was his prize, making him rock hard so he stood, approaching the rutting couple to grasp the t-bar with his sticky fingers.


Rae was suddenly alert to a new sensation, her sensitive anus felt vibrations and movement – a sucking and pulling that was pleasing – then it felt loss.  She was confused as to what had happened, Dave was still fucking her but it didn’t feel such a tight fit.  Then she became aware that Gus was moving in close behind her, she felt his bulk against her back, then his dick pressing against the sensitive whorl of her ass.  

Once again she felt a mental ‘argument’: fear because she had experienced anal play but not, which battled with a desire to make her master proud. The master wanted this;  her obedience would please him; being fucked 2-ways by these biker-brutes would make him proud.


Then Gus slid in, and it felt good!  She was fuller and more stretched than ever before, which frightened her, but Dave had ceased thrusting and they allowed her to get accustomed to the sensation, before Gus began to move.  He pushed slowly up and withdrew. Repeating his steady hip action he was soon rewarded by Rae moaning low and deep, most definitely sounds of pleasure.  Gus continued his persistent pumping pace as Dave held Rae tightly and began to thrust tentatively too.


Rae hardly knew what to think, she was being fucked in both holes at once!  She’d never felt more aroused or excited, yet frightened! She felt she might split in two but she welcomed the danger.  Every inch of her was tingling, her chest felt flushed, her nipples pricked and sent sparks of delight to her core which was a molten inferno of desire.  The crescendo of her orgasm built with every burning thrust the two men delivered.  She was barely coping with the intensity of pleasurable sensations, her thoughts were scattered.


“I can fucking feel you man!” Dave half laughed, half grunted as he pounded and skewered Rae’s dripping cunt.


“Yeah!” Gus puffed “It’s awesome! …  I’m coming!” and with that he shot his load deep inside Rae.


“Stay there Gus, take some of her weight,” Dave urged.


The master watched intently as Dave braced himself and Rae against Gus before making his final few thrusts.  Rae seemed like a beautiful pale doll as the 2 shadowy, tattooed figures sandwiched her between them and fucked her brains out, but from the keening moans and wails Rae was making he knew she’d cum several times.  She would definitely be taking more anal in future, she clearly loved it.


Gus slowly withdrew his now flaccid dick and tucked it back in his jeans.  Dave lowered Rae onto the platform of crates she’d lain across earlier. She was floppy and weak as a newborn lamb, still feeling waves and aftershocks from the string of orgasms she’d experienced.  He pulled up his leather trousers and re-fastened them.  The master chose this moment to approach.


“Rae, it’s time to go home now.”  He spoke softly but his voice was firm and dominant.
“Thank your friends for a pleasant evening.”  He picked up Rae’s blouse from the floor and draped it round her shoulders so that ‘his’ breasts were covered.


“Thank you Dave, thank you Gus, I had a great time.”  Rae’s voice was soft, tinged with hoarseness now, as she stood and took her master’s hand, smiling sweetly at them as if they’d shared tea and cucumber sandwiches.


The two bikers looked on with bewilderment as Rae walked unsteadily to the sleek, expensive car, supported on her master’s arm.  He draped her solicitously in a blanket before she slid into the passenger seat, then he tucked his special glasses into his inside jacket pocket before taking the wheel.  As he flicked the headlights on and gunned the engine, he thought back on the evening’s activities and could hardly wait to watch the recordings back.  Once he had bathed and cosseted Rae, putting her to bed and cuddling her til she slept he intended to study the recording, savouring Rae servicing the two men from every angle – pun intended! He would edit them together into one sex tape for them to enjoy together at a later date.  He knew she would enjoy discovering how she had degraded herself for him, and they would have many hours of pleasure from it.


He looked across at Rae, already dozing against the headrest, and thought what a treasure he’d uncovered in this beautiful, willing girl; this hypnotism and auto-suggestion game could play and play!


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