Dominatrix Ch. 01

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Here's the first chapter of Dominatrix, I thought it would be a nice change of pace to have girls being the ones in control for once.

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Anyway here's the first chapter,

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Ugh... my head feels foggy... where am I? I can hear the sound of tires scraping across gravel and feel the rumble of a powerful engine racking through my entire body. A pain radiated from the back of my skull, and every time I try to think of something, the pain gets in the way of my thought process. Well, guess there's no point in trying to remember at the moment... there's only the here and now. I peeled my eyes open, but all I could see was darkness. Either I was blindfolded or this place was dark as all hell. A shift of my head confirmed that I was blindfolded as the material snagged against the scratchy ground before catching up to my face again. I tried to say something, but the feeling of rough cloth against my tongue dissuaded me from continuing. My arms and legs were tied securely to one another... it made me feel like a trussed up pig, ready for the spit.

I strained my ears, and I could just barely make out the sound of heavy breathing around me... of course that could just be me panicking. I don't know where I am, and I definitely don't know how I got here. I don't belong here... wherever the hell I am. I let out a startled yelp as the vehicle came to an abrupt halt and I rolled forward, slamming into another body. Oh god, I'm going to get killed aren't I? The atmosphere around me tensed for a moment, and I knew it wasn't just me in this place. It must be at least a few other guys... the question is, what are we doing all bound up and blindfolded? I have an uneasy feeling about this...

What I assume are car doors flung open, and I was met with the chilly air of the dark night. The wind pierced through my shirt and bit me hard, raising goose bumps all along my body. Please don't kill me. I tensed up as a strangled, muffled cry was heard accompanied by the sound of scuffling and resistance. They were taking us out one by one... whoever "they" were. It wasn't long before it was my turn. I felt hands grabbing my shoulders and another pair grabbed my legs. I was carried out like this, as if I were a dead body being buried by the mafia. Even if I wanted to struggle against my captors, my arms and legs wouldn't budge. All I can do is wait for whatever they had in store for me... wait and hope that maybe I'll be alive by the end of all of this.

I don't know where I was carried to. I lost track of how many steps they took after about 1000. The sound of gravel against boots turned into the sound of dirt, and eventually tile. It wasn't hard to figure out that I was being carried down some narrow hallway by the echo of their footsteps. At this point, I'm just terrified, what are they going to do with me? Where are we? What did I even do to get myself in this situation? Okay... well... the throbbing in my head has lessened now so... let's see. I had skipped last block... and I was on my way to work after the school day ended. What happened after that?

Before I could dwell on it any further, I was dropped to the ground. I let out a frustrated grunt, letting them know that I wasn't very pleased about the way I was being treated. A second or two passed, and the bounds around my limbs were suddenly released. Instinctively, I went to rub my wrists, but someone grabbed me underneath my armpit and dragged me. I stumbled along, feeling along the floor with my foot so that I wouldn't trip. My breathing grew erratic as my body twitched with fear, both about my future and really just about tripping. I don't want to trip, that would just further humiliate me.

I reached out to grab whoever was guiding me, but I felt the cold bite of metal against my skin and a very familiar rickety click; handcuffs. Goddammit, are you serious? They just freed my hands and now they're binding them together again. I did my best to bite back a frustrated groan as I was led forward again. I carefully followed, making sure of my footing as I tread quietly behind, in front, or beside the man or woman. We walked for a couple minutes before I bumped into the person that may or may not be guiding me. Ugh, I hate being blindfolded... it sucks.

Someone grabbed my arms and raised it above my head. I think the chain was hooked onto something since I heard a mechanical whirr and all of a sudden I was only just barely touching the floor with the tip of my toes. What in the actual hell? My breathing became shallower as my chest was stretched out; it's getting hard to breathe. I felt like a piece of meat hanging from a hook in a meat locker. The kind where a whole animal dangles from a flimsy hook... the only difference is I'm alive, and that piece of meat isn't... I hope I can stay alive for whatever's going to come.

The sound of feedback could be heard as a microphone was turned on. I desperately wanted to cover my ears, but my hands were bound high above me. It abruptly stopped with a soft tap to the amplifier and a female voice echoed in what I assumed to be a very hollow or large warehouse of some sorts.

"Hello? Hello? Testing. Ladies and gents! Welcome to the Time Out Corner where we feature some of our city's naughtiest boys and girls." There was something about the way the announcer purred "naughty" that sent a shiver down my spine.

"The rules are the same as always. We will have two simultaneous demonstrations at the same time, one for a guy and one for a girl. Remember, there is no touching allowed unless you've bought your goods. Well, then, without further adieu, let's get started!" An eruption of conversation caused me to jump a little bit; the people in the room had been deathly quiet... to the point where I almost forgot they were there. The sound of shuffling feet could be heard, and I tensed up slightly. What kind of "demonstration" was the lady talking about? I hope I wasn't thrown into some modern-day gladiator, Hunger Games crap. I don't want to die... I really don't.

The sound of a high-pitched whimper reached my ears... no doubt it's a girl... is she being tortured? I tried to listen to her sounds, and the whimpering increased until they were moans. Her voice became breathy and harsh before ending off with a definite scream. I couldn't help but shudder. I've been with enough girls to recognize those animalistic sounds anywhere. Even in these conditions, I couldn't help it as my lower body reacted to the noises she made.

"Oh... you're ready, aren't you?" A female's voice purred in my ear. I tensed up and shook my head, denying... perhaps delaying my "demonstration". I have a feeling it involves me getting molested in front of people, and despite my appetite for outdoor sex, this would be humiliating. Ugh... on a different note, what if there were men watching me? That's freakishly disgusting. I went a little limp at the thought, but that voice giggled softly in my ear.

"Oh... now that won't do. We have to entertain the crowd, and maybe if you're good enough, you'll get a nice master." Fat chance. I shook my head again, trying to say "no", but she wasn't getting the memo.

"Mmph!! Mmmgh!!!" I tried to speak, but the gag in my mouth reduced me to grunts of frustration.

"Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! We've got one here raring to go!" The woman advertised me as if I was some... dog. Well, I'm not a dog, and I sure as hell am not going to be treated as one! With an indignant grunt, I struggled against my binds and heard chains rattling above my head.

"Let's see now... ah... Jackson Morra, age 18, a senior at Wutherford High. He skips class to gamble and drink... and oh~ he sleeps around with at least two girls a week. Mmm~ Seems like we have ourselves a little player here~" The woman purred, placing her fingers gingerly on my shoulders before unbuttoning my shirt one by one. I am not going to be treated like some... toy! I growled into my gag and swung my head forward. All I felt was hair on my face and I shook it off. Dammit, seems like she dodged my attack.

"That won't do now, my sweet." The woman giggled and her hands pulled the front of my button-up shirt open.

"Mmm... will you look at that toned torso. I think this one's a real gem, ladies and gentlemen! He's got the body and the brains, oh yes, he's one of the top ranking students in his highschool, but today's not about his brains is it? No, it's what's down there that's important." I felt her slip her fingers into my waistband and involuntarily hardened. Fuck.

An appreciative murmur spread like a wave through the crowd in front of me... for once, I'm thankful that my eyes have been blindfolded. I don't want to see them leering at me, especially not old women and men. I growled in warning as she unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down. Then my boxers went down, and I heard a soft gasp of surprise.

"My... it seems you are the perfect product aren't you?" Fuck you.

"Wouldn't you agree, ladies and gentlemen? Mmm... let's see how he performs." No! Let's not! I couldn't say much as I felt a warm, lubricated hand close around me, and I involuntarily groaned as she rubbed that sensitive spot underneath the head. This is so wrong. I shouldn't be enjoying this, can't this be called rape? Her thumb returned to where the rest of her fingers were gathered and gently squeezed down before sliding her hand up and down. I groaned and shook my head as pleasure surged through my body from my penis.

I tried to hold my voice in, but grunts and groans kept slipping out.

"Cum... cum for me, Jackson." The woman whispered in my ear, and in that one instance of surprise, I let my guard down and let out a moan as she squeezed my balls and stroked rapidly. I felt my body tensing up as it prepared itself for sexual release. I don't want to but... ahhhh, it felt so good! I bit down on the gag and grunted out with each spurt of cum that shot from my body. Eventually it stopped, and I gasped for breath as my body became limp.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen?" I hung there like a piece of meat as I heard numbers being called out.

"$100,000!"...

"$1,000,000!"...

"$50,000,000!"

"$100,000,000!" Everything grew silent as the last number was called. It felt like everyone had gone into shock.

"M-my... $1,000,000." Even the announcer lady sounded shocked. Holy crap, someone's about to buy me.

"Well... do I hear $2,000,000? Going once, going twice... SOLD! To number 245!" I felt fingers at the back of my head and didn't protest as they fumbled with the blindfold before it came off. I stared, dazed at the crowd. A woman was smiling at me, and her tongue darted out to lick off the cum that had landed at the corner of her mouth. I don't know what happened next... I just passed out... whether from exhaustion or whatnot, I was out cold.