Said and Done

"Match start!"

The high schooler acting as a referee threw the ball into the crowd of screaming five-year olds. A few of the dopier ones sat along the sidelines trying to figure out what to do. The future CEOs charged the ball from either side like a horde of Mongol horsemen.

Rebecca Wheeler strained passively to see her son over the the people on the bleachers in front of her. Unfortunately, he seemed more concerned with finding bugs on the ground then with finding the ball. She frowned a little bit. He could do better then that.

She was so distracted that she didn't even spy the person sitting down on the bleacher next to her.

"Hey, you." A catty voice called out to her from the side. Rebecca turned to look at the speaker. "Yeah you, do I know you?"

The speaker was a girl who couldn't have been older then twenty two. She had dyed black hair hanging effortlessly to her shoulders over a black teasing tank top. As she sat she rudely chewed bubble gum as loud as possible, with her pale arms crossed over her chest. She wore rebellion like a fashion accessory.

"Yeah, Mistress Roxy, right?" Rebecca asked, lowering her voice to polite levels.

"I was right!" Roxy's face twisted into a beaming smile. Rebecca thought it somewhat resembled a cat. "Mistress Avalon, right? I can't believe I'd run into you at this sort of thing."

"I go wherever I'm needed" Avalon said with a cracking smile.

"Ha ha, right." Roxy giggled, scooting uncomfortable close. "And you were totally needed at Flesh + Blood on girls night. There was that girl there, what did she call herself again?

"Siren" Avalon answered.

"Right, Siren," Roxy rubbed her leg against Avalon's. "She was pretty haughty when she came in. All swaggering like she owned the place. But, you managed to bring her right down. That show was golden. Simply golden."

"You know," she continued, sliding a single finger between Avalon's thighs and running it tantalizingly close to the older woman's crotch. "I think you did some really marvelous work there. Haughty girls need to be put into their place, don't they?" Roxy leaned in closer.

Avalon brought her hand between her thighs and grabbed Roxy's finger, returning it to her.

"You misplaced this" Avalon said flatly.

"Thanks," Roxy giggled back, giving Avalon a bit more space. "I'm here with my little step brother. Daddy wanted someone to look after him, and I was the closest. He's doing pretty well." Roxy pointed to a little kid on the opposite team with curly blond hair and a real hunger for the ball. "Whose kid are you here to cheer?"

"My Sammy," she said, pointing to her insect chasing son. "His dad is in Macau for the summer...again, so I've been the one taking him to all his games."

"You have a kid!" Roxy said in fake astonishment. Avalon quietly wondered if the boy Roxy pointed to was really her brother. "I wouldn't believe it. Just wouldn't. You still look so tasty. I'd fuck you any day. I guess you've got a few years before you start sagging, huh?"

She was going to kill this bitch.

"I guess not." She said turning back to the game.

"You know..." Roxy was right at her ear. "Your son's team isn't doing so well? They're already down one to nothing."

"I don't know." Avalon said letting Roxy's closeness go noticed for now. "It's still the start of the game."

"Oh yeah?" Roxy nuzzled slightly into Avalon's neck? "Well I think that my brother and his team are going to wipe the field with him."

"I wouldn't bet on that." Avalon said, shying away.

"I would," Roxy purred. The trap was set. "What for?"

"I think we can come to some sort of arrangement..." Avalon said, finally smiling at the younger domme.

"I think so too." Roxy grinned back. "We're going to have so much fun together."

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The darkened stage of the fetish club obscured the faces of the people looking up at the entertainment on the stage. Subs, Doms, Switches, and Sadomasochists of every race, gender, and sexual identification watched with either curiosity, arousal, or glee.

There were two women naked on the sage. The first was bound to a spinable circular podium, with her wrists and ankles restrained to the podium in a position with her face down and ass up. Her face, turned away from the crowd so they could see her holes, was covered by a piece of long black cloth. A bag full of liquid hung to the side of the restrained woman, with a long enough hose to allow the podium to swivel back and forth. The liquid inside was seeping into the woman's anus, leaving her belly swollen.

The other woman was equally naked, though with the addition of a black leather O-ring slave collar locked securely around her neck. She had bright yellow hair that hung in golden curls to her back. Her hands were filled with a leather flogger that she struck at the restrained girl's ass, dodging the enema's tube, over and over again. The restrained woman's ass cheeks were marked with line after line of reminders of the blows that had landed on her ass thusfar. She squirmed before each blow, whether from the pain or from the bloated uncomfortable feeling of her helplessly filled belly. Most amusingly, the entire crowd could see her pussy glisten in aroused humiliation from her treatment.

Another woman, dressed in all black leather walked confidently on to the stage. Her leather boots clicked and clacked announcing her arrival to the two women already on the stage. The collared slave landed one more blow with the flogger on to the other woman's bruising backside, and then turned to newcomer and bowed her head.

"Turn her around." The domme said.

The slave girl nodded, and walked behind the podium, turning it around so that the woman with the covered face had her head and shoulders pointed right at the crowd. The domme grabbed the piece of clothe from the girl and tossed it to the side.

Roxy's matted dyed black hair hung towards the ground. Her eyes were welled up with tears of indignation. She tried to say something through her bright pink ball gag, but all that came out was a slobber of drool. She looked up angrily.

"Thank you, Siren." Mistress Avalon said to Siren, who bowed her head back and knelt to the side. Then the domme turned her attention to Roxy, taking two of her gloved fingers and running them teasingly through Roxy's hair. Roxy closed her eyes and tried not to react to the touch, but was soon distracted trying to get herself into a comfortable position to rest her swollen belly. Her ass shook, in a desperate futile attempt to dislodge the tube dripping tortures fluids into her.

"So as we can see here, "Mistress" Roxy needs to learn who to make bets with." Avalon said to the crowd. She gave Roxy a toying slap on the cheek. "Isn't that right, slut?" Roxy didn't reply.

"As we can see, the enema is making sure that she keeps uncomfortable and out of sorts. She distracted by the sensation, and can't even begin a mental preparation for other things. The sort of mental preparations that would let her not give away how much you enjoy it when you do say..." Avalon snuck her hand underneath Roxy, and pinched down with her long black finger nails against one of the girls fleshy pink nipples. Roxy's eyes shot open, and in moments a poorly suppressed whimpering moan arched into the gag. Her hips rolled desperately.

Avalon let go of her nipple, and then spun the podium back around to her ass. The liquid continued to drip down the feed.

"Another thing she can't hide is how wet she's getting. Isn't that right, little slut?" Avalon called back. Roxy broke her stoic lack of response and shook her head in denial. Avalon took another two fingers and gently teased and toyed with her folds, sliding the tips in. "Well, if you aren't getting wet from this then I bet you won't hump my fingers like a desperate little fucktoy, would you?"

Roxy humped her fingers like a desperate little fucktoy.

Avlon withdrew her fingers pleased with the progress and walked over in front of Roxy, pressing her crotch close to Roxy's face.

"If you want I can go and get my strap on right now. You seem eager for it." Avalon giggled. Roxy shook her head desperately, fighting the blush in her cheeks and the urge to nuzzle herself again Avalon's crotch.

"You sure?" Avalon asked again, running a finger through Roxy's hair, the girl shivered a bit and shook her head again.

"Fine." Avalon said, and walked back to the front next to Roxy's exposed pussy. "Siren. Here." Avalon called, to the kneeling sub. Siren slid over to where the mistress was standing and knelt down. "Please go ahead and lick her. Make sure to get her right near the edge. If she cums, you will not for awhile."

Siren pushed her tongue out and found Roxy's folds, kneading and toying with them with her tounge. Between the enema in her ass and the tounge sliding in and around her pussy, Roxy squirmed and squirmed, and was soon rocking and flailing in every way that the bindings would allow. She screamed into her gag muffled curse words, and closed her eyes tight. Meanwhile, Avalon went to her toybox in the side and grabbed a very large strap on. She held it up to the crowd, and made a joking surprised face when she clicked the button to make it vibrate. The audience clapped a little.

Sure enough, right as Roxy's entire body was fully engaged in squirming and her screams had become a constant rythemed set of yelps, and her entire body started shivering uncontrollably, Siren pulled her head back and turned towards Avalon. Roxy audibly groaned into her gag, but kept on squirming. A thick mix of saliva and lubrication dripped on to the floor. Avalon walked back towards her, with the buzzing strap on attached. When Roxy opened her eyes, the large dildo was right in front of her. Avalon could see the fear and desperation in her eyes. The little calculation between how much Roxy was terrified of something so large penetrating her, and the anticipation of being filled with such a thing.

Avalon leaned down and kissed the top of her forehead. In the back of her mind she remembered the "fuck you" purr that Roxy used to toss about so effortlessly. She wasn't purring now.

"I call her, The Toymaker." Avalon explained, rubbing the vibrating tip along the nape of Roxy's neck. "She's very good at putting a naughty little plaything back in her place. Once you get fucked by her, I can assure you that all you'll be able to think about is bending over for her again."

"So." Avalon said, turning Roxy's face back to the cheering crowd. "Want me to fuck you with The Toymaker?"

The Roxy on the stage looked so different from the one on the soccer field. Her eyes were unfocused and bloated. Her formerly perfect hair was disheveled. The energy, the resistance had crumbled from her features. She kept her hair hanging out in front of her face, probably to hide from the views of the dominants she'd used to annoy and the subs she'd used to hit on. Slowly, she started to nod.

"What was that?" Avalon asked, grinning. She grabbed a lock of Roxy's hair and used it to force Roxy's face up to where she and everyone else could see her."I don't think I saw. Do you want me to penetrate you and use your body with my big fucking strap on while you moan like a little slut?"

Roxy lowered her gaze submissively, and then nodded again, more vigorously. Her ass wiggled for attention.

"I'll tell you what..." Avalon began, undoing the ball gag that had stripped Roxy of her speech. As soon as it came out, Roxy gasped and played with her jaw. The soreness was only starting to fade. Then she walked over to the release straps of the wrist and ankles straps, and began undoing them."If you ask me to right now, I'll let you off the stage. You can go do whatever you want. You can remove the enema without everyone getting to watch it drip out of you. You can go and masturbate since I bet you want to cum, so badly. Or. If you ask really really nicely. Ask like a good horny fucktoy. I'll bend you right back over, and fuck your filled ass with The Toymaker while all of these good people watch, and then I'll take you home on a collar and leash to begin your training. Your choice."

Roxy sat back up, but didn't remove the enema from her ass. She gently touched her wrists and looked at the impressions the cuffs left. She briefly looked up at Where Avalon was standing above her, but then looked down in shame a moment later. A single tear strolled down her cheek.

"Please fuck me."

"Answer properly," Avalon said, slapping Roxy's cheek. The girl rubbed it gently for a moment before assuming a kneeling position with legs spread so the audience could see her pussy.

"Please fuck me, Mistress."

"Much better." Avalon said, and grabbed a handful of Roxy's hair, using it as a handle to force her back down into a doggystyle position. Then she turned the podium to the side so that the whole crowd could get a good view. She slid the side of the strap on against the edge of Roxy's pussy, letting it hover there and drink in the juices leaking from her pussy. For her part Roxy was content, letting the vibrations from the strap on buzz against her engorged clit.

"mmmmhh" Roxy goraned.

"You're a horny little fucktoy, aren't you" Avalon growled playfully, giving Roxy's ass a pinch. The girl recoiled against and then squirmed back into place. Her swollen stomach making staying still impossible. "Repeat that as I fuck you."

Before Roxy could say another word, Avalon grabbed the pump and pulled it out. But, before the fluids could leak, the tube was replaced by the strap on. Avalon pushed it slowly and carefully into the girl's anus, fighting the tightness of someone who'd never been fucked in the ass before. Roxy's eyes shot open and her word flow became gibberish. With her hands she tightly gripped on to the side of the podium. Avalon meanwhile grinned in satisfaction as it dug deeper and deeper in until it sat snugly inside of the new sub.

"I'm a horny little fucktoy" Roxy breathed, and then in moments started to feel the vibration inside of her, filling her abdomen from the walls of her anus all the way to her clit. She whimpered. A moment later Avalon was thrusting the strap on in and out. At first slowly, using the lubrication from Roxy's juices and from the enema fluid to allow easier movement until Roxy's asshole loosened enough to be allowed to be fucked properly.

"I'm a horny fucktoy" she repeated again, her entire body starting to spasm. "I'm a horny fuck toy. I'm a- oh god" Roxy couldn't hold it any more. The vibrations on her clit and all of her torment, and the entire past hour reached it's zenith, and she rocked her entire body in orgasm. "oh god, oh god, oh god. Fuck fuck." She screamed, rocking her ass against the penetrating invader with whatever bit of strength wasn't being devoted to keeping her body going limp all over the stage.

"Did I say you could come?" Avalon screamed, slapping Roxy's ass with the palm of her hand.

"No, no." Roxy groaned in a hoarse exhausted voice. "I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Who owns you!?" Avalon shouted, thrusting and thrusting, while a bead of sweat dropped down her neck. She thrusted and groaned, and thrusted more, and the entire room was filled with the sound of their hips colliding.

"You own me, mistress! You own me mistress!" And then, a second wave reached her core. Roxy came again, and her mind vanished under the hazy cloud of pleasure.

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Two dominants sat in the lounge of the club. It has been a slow few weeks since the last major event. The breaking of one of the junior dommes. In the time since then, the event had faded into memory, though none of them had seen Mistress Roxy in the time since then. She was gone. The two smoked a pair of fat, tobacco laden cigars.

"You hear that Pro-Soccer clubs have started looking for recruits in elementary school now?" One of them said. "Elementary school! They say that their able to know if they are going to be pros by that age."

"That's just silly." The other man said. "You can't know where someone is going to end up until all is said and do-"

Before he could finish he was distracted by an arrival. Mistress Avalon walked into the club followed by two leashed slaves wearing only a collar and a leather bondage harness that left their crotch and breasts exposed. One wore her hair in a golden flowing bun to her shoulders. The other had slightly past shoulder length dyed black hair, with a little bit of brown roots showing near the top. She had been made to obey.