Cursed Ch. 07

My high heels pounded against the front of the stage. I begged them to stop. Instead, rough fingers grasped my tender clit. My grinning assailant pulled the bottle back, and I grunted when he thrust the tapered neck back in deeper. I knew I was fucked up on drugs when all I felt was a little discomfort as he stretched my vagina with one body shaking thrust after another.

I screamed for help, but Alberto stood over me and calmly watched. His only reaction was to direct the cameraman to move in closer.

My attacker kept up his assault until all of the neck disappeared. A minute later, he'd worked an inch of the broader part of the bottle inside. I was terrified it would break when he began slapping the bottom to drive the thick bottle deeper. I pleaded with him to stop. Anything would be better than being fucked by a fragile bottle.

"Oh, God, please stop. Please take it out. I need your cock inside me. Please fuck me."

He was finally satisfied when he got half of the fat part of the bottle inside my burning vagina. The bastard gave the bottle a couple of shakes before pulling it out.

He lifted my legs over his shoulders and rammed his cock into me while I thrust my hips up to meet him. I screamed as I took all his beautiful black cock in one thrust. My head was on fire from the effects of the shit ton of ecstasy I'd taken. I didn't care that everyone in the club saw me getting fucked hard. What did it matter? My modesty and self-respect were gone. I was one of Carmen's dolls, and that fat asshole had streamed a video to all the big TV screens in the club of the Japanese CEO fucking me in the private party room. All of the hands mauling my sensitive body had left me desperate for relief. I was so close to a body-wracking orgasm.

Alberto didn't give either of us a chance to finish. My black lover only managed a couple of quick hard thrusts before the muscular Italian smashed his fist into the black man's jaw. I watched him stagger back and collapse unconscious onto the hard floor. A couple of bouncers dragged him to the door and threw him out into the snow. Carmen's vile lieutenant cursed the men holding me, and they backed away.

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Alberto dragged me to my feet and yelled at me to finish my set. I ran toward the safety of my pole and did a quick spin to the cheers of the excited mob. I had no way to know that Carmen had ordered the DJ to put the raunchy number on repeat. I was too far gone on ecstasy to think clearly. Earlier, a single bottle of spiked water had left me rolling hard on what people often call the love drug. Now, on four bottles, I was overwhelmed by a tsunami that only seemed to get more powerful by the minute.

I automatically climbed the pole and did an inverted split high above the floor. I was too far gone to care that the ragged flap of my shorts had stuck to my abdomen when I slid down the pole to a handstand. A kick and a spin left me squatting with my back against the pole.

A voice in the crowd yelled, "Touch yourself, Princess."

I cupped my breasts and offered them to the shouting crowd. Jolts of electricity hit my brain when I grabbed my hard nipples and twisted them.

The song repeated the part that had gotten me into trouble before.

"Finger fuck your pussy like you want some, girl

Work it like a nigga straight licking on your pearl

I wanna see you cum in the middle of the dance floor"

Someone yelled, "Finger fuck your pussy for us. Come on, Princess. You know you want it."

The only trace of my earlier reluctance to having an orgasm on stage was a bit of shyness. I closed my eyes and spread my thighs wide. My shaking hands found my hot pussy. Damn, I was wet. I shoved a couple of fingers inside my hungry hole while searching for my tender clit with my other hand. I tilted my head back and let out a shriek when my fingers found the sensitive nub. I heard shouts of encouragement as I rubbed my clit harder and harder. My sweaty breasts shook with my effort.

I dropped to my knees and worked a third finger into my vagina. My body twisted and turned around the fingers in my pussy, while my fingertips flew across my clit. I arched my back and began screaming. My orgasm was so intense my shuddering pussy cramped.

I slid down onto the floor. My fingers continued massaging my pussy as I rode out one of the most intense orgasms in my life. I was vaguely aware when the audience's encouragement turned to cheers.

I rolled over onto my hands and knees, facing the back of the stage. My body was still shuddering, and I was panting hard. I intended to get to my feet and run to the changing room, but I seemed unable to stand. This time, I noticed when the song repeated. It seems Carmen wanted more out of my burning flesh.

I rested my head and shoulders on the wooden floor and shoved both hands between my spread legs. My protruding clit was begging to be touched. I shrieked when my fingers gripped the tender nub hard and shook it like a crazed fiend. I shoved my whole hand into my gaping hole and scoured my fingertips across my G-spot. My hips bucked, and I shrieked over and over.

I imagined a massive dark hairy beast was fucking me from behind like an animal. Its sharp fangs and claws were tearing my flesh. Its barbed cock was ripping my pussy apart as the monster used my burning body to procreate. My next orgasm was even more robust. The Dollhouse crowd was used to entertaining sexual acts, but my performance concluded in an animal roar. If Alberto hadn't been standing nearby with a couple of burly bouncers, the mob would have stormed the stage and gangbanged me for hours.

Somehow, I found my feet and staggered toward the dressing room. I only managed a couple of steps before Alberto grabbed my arm.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going? We are short-staffed, and we have the largest crowd I've ever seen. We need you working the floor. You can rest after closing."

I protested, but he dragged me over to the wait station. Mike was waiting with a tray holding four cans of whipped cream and a pitcher of beer.

I said, "I don't understand."

Actually, I understood too well. Earlier, I'd seen a petite Asian girl covered in whipped cream. She had been the dessert for a table of four men. It was listed on the menu.

"You don't need to understand. All you have to do is rest quietly on a table while the customers do all the work. Don't worry. Carmen asked me to keep an eye on you until the auction. Now, be a good girl and pick up the tray."

I picked up the tray and followed Alberto to a table with four big guys. I was directed to set the drinks on a nearby table, and a man everyone called Boyd poured me a beer. I chugged the beer while surrounded by the occupants of both tables. God, was I thirsty. When I finished my second beer, two burly guys grabbed me by my armpits and lifted me onto the table. I was a lot taller than the Asian girl, and my body didn't fit on the round table. When I slid my ass to the edge, my head fell off the other side.

One of the men supported the back of my head and squirted whipped cream into my mouth while his friends coated my body. It tasted fantastic, and the cold foamy cream felt good on my overheated body. I jumped when one of the men stuck the nozzle inside my vagina and filled me with cold whipped cream.

Even though I was anticipating it, I squealed when someone's mouth sucked whipped cream off my breasts. I gasped when a tongue slid up my slit. I should have known someone would shove a cream-coated cock into my throat. It was the tastiest cock I had ever had in my life. It sure beat the sour taste of one that hasn't been washed in weeks.

I licked and sucked until they shoved the tip of their cock down my throat, and I fought against my gag reflex. I wasn't sure how many mouths were on my body. I heard the repeated whoosh as the men added more whipped crame. My hips danced around a pair of fingers in my vagina as someone sucked on my hard clit. I had a delicious orgasm.

Fingers pinched my clit, and someone made an obvious comment. "I've got her clit."

I couldn't congratulate them on their accomplishment with a cock buried deep in my throat. They pulled hard on my clit while I was busy fighting for air. I felt a couple of jerks as something was wrapped around my little nub. My body reacted with another orgasm.

"Almost done. I just need to add the weights and feathers."

The man fucking my throat backed out to let me breathe for a moment. The table creaked as someone straddled my torso. With my head tipped back, I couldn't see what new treat they were preparing. I heard another whoosh and felt whipped cream spraying between my breasts. The man sitting on my abdomen pressed my breasts together with his cock between them. The table squeaked as he rocked back and forth. I felt more strange tugs on my clit.

I took a load of cum deep in my throat. A moment after the cock in my mouth slipped out, the man fucking my breasts coated my face and chest with a massive amount of warm cum.

I curled up on the table after they ran out of whipped cream. My body was shaking as I panted for breath. After letting me rest for a moment, Alberto pulled me to a sitting position. I felt sticky, but the only cream left on me was oozing out of my vagina.

When I reached down to wipe myself with a paper napkin, I found a pair of small brass balls and red feathers dangling from my clit. The assholes had tied a transparent string around my sensitive nub. I tried to carefully ease the fiendish device off my clit, but it wouldn't budge. I fumbled unsuccessfully with a knot that I couldn't see well.

Alberto laughed at my attempts to free myself. "Give up, Princess. You'll only injure yourself. It's a fisherman's rig and double knotted. I warned you there were worse initiation rituals than cutting out the bottoms of your shorts. One of the girls will help remove it after we close. Come on. You have work to do before your last set."

Alberto was a perfect gentleman and helped me off the table. I caught my breath as the little balls bounced around, tugging on my clit. I clutched the edge of the table to steady my shaking body. When I went to adjust my ruined shorts, I found the wet flaps of ragged cloth had been wrapped tight around the waistband, leaving every inch of my slit and newly decorated clit exposed. My baby doll shorts were now little more than a wet belt providing a place to shove tips.

When I started fumbling around to unwind my ruined PJ bottoms, Alberto hissed. "Leave it. Your new friends want everyone to see their handiwork. I think it looks sexy. It'll certainly help your tips."

Walking was excruciatingly stimulating. The metal balls bounced off my thighs with each step, and the strings tugged on my clit. Alberto grabbed my arm to hurry me along. Halfway back to the wait station, I staggered and hung on to the grinning Italian as I had an intense orgasm.

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A tray of drinks was ready for me at the wait station. There was a pitcher of beer, five-shot glasses of whiskey, and four Miller High Life bottles. Alberto led the way to a table in a dark corner of the bar. Four big sunburnt men grinned as we approached. One of them gave Alberto a wad of cash to pay for my time. As soon as I sat the tray down, eager hands clutched my bare breasts before I could stand up. One of my new customers slid their hand between my legs and began jiggling the metal balls. I squealed as the man with the money grabbed one of my ass cheeks and turned me to face him. The reason for my alarm was that he had the tip of his middle finger pressed against my virgin anus.

"Princess, there is a beer for each of us, but they're all yours if you're nice. I'll give you mine now if you promise to get down on your knees and suck my cock after you finish it."

Oh, God, I was burning up and desperate for something safe to drink. I grabbed a bottle and chugged all 12 ounces of ice-cold beer without taking a breath. When I finished the last drop, I slammed the bottle down. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and took a deep breath.

My benefactor smiled. "Well, I'm waiting."

While I drank his beer, he had lowered his Dickies and boxers to his work boots and was sitting with his muscular legs spread wide. His cock was half erect and begging for attention. The guy jiggling my clit, slapped my ass, and I dropped to my knees. My hands seized the cock in front of my face at the same time his hands wrapped my amber ponytail around one of his muscular mitts. He tilted my head up as I started massaging his cock.

He grinned. "Make sure you swallow every drop."

I nodded my assent, despite my disgust. I'd never liked giving head. Even my fiancée had only managed to talk me into it twice. Still, I'd done worse things tonight. How was I supposed to complain about a simple blow job? I'd heard stories about The Dollhouse for years. I knew its reputation as a dirty club when I signed the contract giving Carmen control of my body. Even if I'd fully understood what I was getting into, I had no choice. I was desperate. It was the only remaining strip club in town, and I had no other marketable skill.

I lowered my mouth to his sweaty cock and licked it until it was hard. My concentration was broken when someone behind me shoved my knees apart and drove a couple of fingers into my molten core. I squealed when they tugged on the balls tied to my clit.

My screeching was quickly silenced. The man clutching the back of my head forced my mouth down onto his straining erection. I grabbed the base of his long cock with both hands as he began to face fuck me hard. I fought against the orgasm building in my loins but lost that battle as the cock in my mouth began shooting cum down my throat. He held my lips tight against his pubic hair as my body began bucking against the fingers in my spasming vagina. The man behind me was tugging on my clit so hard that I was afraid he would rip it off. Of course, most of the big load of cum leaked out of my mouth.

"Clean my dick, slut. Hurry up. My friends are dying for their turn."

The next man was also sitting with his pants around his ankles. He smiled as he stroked his erection. When I started to kneel in front of him, he stopped me.

"I want a lap dance."

I stared at his hard cock and shook my head. I had seen Ashley bouncing on John's cock earlier and knew what kind of lap dance this asshole wanted. As much as I wanted a cock in my hungry pussy, Alberto had made it clear what he would do to anyone that tried to fuck me before the auction.

"Hey, I'm not going to fuck you. I'm not that stupid. I just want you to dance with your sweet pussy rubbing on my cock. I promise you a beer if you get me off."

I straddled his thighs while facing him and began grinding to the beat. He clutched my bare ass cheeks and pulled my wet slit tight against his trapped cock. His lips found mine, and he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I ground my sex against his long skinny cock as it slid up and down my slit. The fat mushroom tip crashed into my tightly bound clit over and over. Each time it hit my protruding nub, the metal balls jumped, and I let out a groan.

I orgasmed twice before he coated my abdomen with warm cum. He pushed me back a few inches and gathered some of his sticky cum from my stomach with his fingers. He laughed when he shoved glob after glob of his baby batter into my vagina.

"I hope you're on birth control."

I reached over and grabbed the cold beer he'd promised me and drank it down. Of course, I had been taking birth control pills for the last couple of days. I had a moment of panic as I tried to remember how long they took to provide protection. I was pretty sure I was safe after two pills.

I slid off his lap and asked, "Which of you two big strong men is next?"

The quiet guy sitting in the corner raised his hand. He was young and handsome in a rugged way. Unfortunately, there was no way to reach him unless I crawled under the table or climbed over his friends. I smiled at him, hoping he would offer a solution. It's the quiet ones you have to worry about. I had no idea what he wanted for his beer because he just sat there and smiled.

I turned to the guy I'd just danced for and asked him. "Any idea what your bashful friend would like?"

"Well, he liked the way you danced for me. Maybe you could kneel on the table where he can touch you and give him a little dance?"

I crawled up on the table and knelt in front of the young man. I rested my ass on my high heels and spread my thighs just enough to give him a peek at heaven. I took his cold beer and rubbed it across my hot breasts while I did a shimmy to the song playing for the dancer on stage. The cold bottle felt good on my hot skin. The beer felt even better flowing down my throat.

While I was drinking his beer, he reached out and spread my thighs wider. I raised my hips to give him better access to my wet pussy. God, I was horny. Multiple orgasms hadn't provided any relief. If the ecstasy's effects got more powerful, I was going to start humping people's thighs like a sex-crazed dog.

Instead of reaching for my pussy, the bashful young man pulled my mouth in for a kiss. I guess he liked what he'd seen his friends do. He seemed shocked when I pressed my tongue into his mouth. I groaned when his fingers pulled on my hard nipples. He was slow to warm up, but when he got going, he was wild. I had my arms around his neck and my tongue halfway down his throat when his hands found the weights tied around my clit. He tugged on them gently for a moment, and I exploded. I dropped one hand to the table for support while my body shook. Damn! Each orgasm was more powerful than the last.

While I was still panting under the spell of a sweet orgasm, he stood up and dropped his pants. I knew what he wanted, and I hungrily reached for his cock with my free hand. He wrapped my amber braid around one massive hand and shoved his erection into my mouth. My tongue licked the tip of his sour cock while my hand jerked on the fat base. The quiet guy grunted and tried to force his hard erection down my throat. I controlled the throbbing beast with my hand and jerked harder. I was eager to get him off since I had one guy left to satisfy.

I guess the last guy liked my performance on stage earlier because he grabbed the one remaining beer bottle and shoved it deep into my pussy. The bottle was full, and I screamed as the ice-cold beer erupted out of the bottle and flooded my boiling hot womb.

I tried to kick him away, but his friends' strong hands grabbed my arms and legs. All I could do was scream as he vigorously thrust the bottle into my abused vagina. My hips were rocking from the sharp impacts, which caused the weights to jerk on my clit. My body began shaking as I orgasmed even harder. My vagina clenched hard on the bottle that was thrusting deeper and deeper into my core.

I almost lost control of the cock I was vigorously sucking while I orgasmed. As my body jerked around, the brute kept slamming my face onto his cock, and my grip weakened. When I recovered, I strengthened my grip and started jerking his cock again. I was surprised at his stamina.

His friend didn't let up on his assault with the cold bottle. Their other two companions had their hands all over my ass and dangling breasts. The metal balls tugging my clit danced vigorously, and my drug-crazed body jerked from one orgasm to another. I couldn't escape the hands spreading my ass cheeks, and I only managed a groan when one of them shoved a couple of fingers in my virgin ass.

The comedian in the group laughed at my struggles. "Fucking whore is a bottle slut. I'll bet she'd like a cold one in her ass."

The bottle guy had worked half of it into my vagina, and when he ripped it out, I felt empty. I began struggling harder when I felt the wet mouth of the bottle press against my anus. I let go of the cock fucking my face and pushed my mouth off the massive beast. I used my freed hand to bat the bottle away from my last virgin hole.