Christina's Strip-Club Initiation -- First Night

[sweetnpied]

 YAY! Well, I’m glad I finally was able to complete the telling of my latest real-life wamming, because I wanted to get it down on “paper” before the precise memory of how it went and felt left my head with the passage of time.

But now that means I get to tell this story I feel as if it’s been itching and crawling all around me to get out and tell. As opposed to the previous two stories I’ve told in this Reading Room already, this is 100% fantasy. In fact, it’s a fantasy I’ve been playing around in my head for about 15 years now.

I’m sure this is not earth-shattering news to anyone, but for me, as I’m sure is true for many women, it’s much tougher to cum than you guys. For some very strange and unknown reason, however, I cum the easiest when I do one or more of the following, in descending order of excitement: wam (which is ALWAYS the easiest and best way), being submissive (including mild bondage or restraint), outdoor sex (to a more limited degree) and sex in water (which still confuses me because I don’t get turned on by watching the wet aspect of wam – which I think is all a guy turn on anyway – but being fucked in a pool or a tub gets me hot).

So that means when I’m just in bed having sex with hubby in your basic non-wam, dry, indoor, not tying me up sex manner, I often have to turn to fantasies when I feel like I want to be getting off as well as him. And he’s absolutely cool with that. Truth be told, many of my fantasies have me playing the dirty girl role in a lot of the commercial videos I buy from all you distributors. It’s where I get many of my ideas.

Likewise, the story I’m about to tell is not an original of mine. I made reference in Part VI of my most recent story about a boyfriend I was dating just before I met the man I eventually married. I even described him a little. That description was completely true. He used to read me the stories in Penthouse Forum or whatever other naughty magazines or books he would buy.

So the fantasy story I’m about to tell is based, somewhat, on one of my most favorite stories from those dirty books he used to read to me because this particular story was actually a very explicit, very sexy (for me, at least, as well as many of you I hope) wam story. Yes, they actually had a really great wam story in one of these magazines many years ago.

So what’s it all about? It’s based in a strip club, obviously, and I’m going to leave telling all the details of the story-telling for later in this topic. All I’ll say for now, as you can already see in the title, that I’m going to have to undergo an initiation of some sort.

I will tell you this much now. The “initiation” you’ll be reading about will occur over three consecutive nights and each night will be more perverted than the last. And curiously, the first night’s events will actually come pretty close to the Penthouse Forum wam story. It’s the second and third nights that will be expansions of the original story.

I also want to tell this story in the first person. I’m not quite sure why, but it just seems to me it will be a lot sexier that way. Maybe something to do with me being the inexperienced stripper, who is a bit more cunning and not as totally a follower as she might originally appear.

One other tremendous benefit about fantasies, as I am sure you are all well aware, is that you can do things that defy virtually every rule imaginable: logic, the laws of physics, the laws that can get you arrested, no one has or gets or transmits AIDS. There’s just one line I think you
can never cross, unless we’re into total science fiction or comic book characters or things like that.

To make the story interesting to read, it must not be completely “out there.” The trouble is finding where that line is that you can’t cross. And that line will be in different places for different people.

I suspect when you tell a story like I’m about to, there’s always the risk that there will be people out there reading it whom you will offend. That absolutely is not my intent. I just want to have fun telling one of my deepest, darkest fantasies. (And this one is VERY dark.) And I hope it pleases, and maybe even turns many of you on. I know for me, even 15 years later, it helps me sometimes to cum when I’m struggling to get there. (And over the years I’ve developed a LOT of fantasies to help make me cum. This is just one of my favorites.)

But if I offend, just stop reading and go to someone else’s stories. There are a lot of good and sexy writers here, I’m discovering.

Smoochies,
Christina

[sweetnpied]

Part I

(Hi, it's Christina here with my all-to-often introductory paragraph or two. Just wanted to say I'm REALLY excited and turned on to be telling this story. In fact, I used this fantasy this morning to help me cum! Now this Part I is NOT the Penthouse Forum part of the story. It seems like I've developed a knack for writing a teasing Part I to each of my stories, this being the third one, I've posted here in the Splosh Reading Room. I did it because it just seemed to me to be so much better to develop a lead-in to Part II which will be the beginning of the recitation of the Penthouse Forum story I mentioned in my previous post, above, with a little of my twist added on to it. It also provides some of the motivational explanations for a lot of what's going to happen in my story, and I feel just adds a little more depth to the entire story.

Plus, this Part I is completely original as of about 2 days ago. Virtually the rest of the story has been marinating in my head and growing and growing over the past 15 years, but I've so excited about telling it, that this introductory part just came to me in a few hours. There's no wam in it and just a little sex. So if you just HAVE to move on directly to the wam sex part of this story, you'll just have to wait for Part II which should be posted in a couple of days.

I hope you enjoy this as much as I've enjoyed writing it. I may even jump back into bed and have a little more fun over the replaying of this storyline in my head!)

It feels like my heart’s racing about a thousand beats a minute. Here I am, standing outside a back door to the strip club where I’ve been working for the past five weeks, all dressed up in my costume waiting for the right moment to walk out onto the main stage.

I can’t believe I really am about to do what I think I’m about to do. But there’s absolutely no fucking way I’m chickening out now. After all, what’s about to happen to me in just a few minutes was entirely my idea in the first place.

How did I allow myself to get into this predicament, you ask? Let me take you back to what brought me to this point where I’m about to walk down the most perverted, most unpredictable path of a twisted three nights of wicked, evil sex that any 18 year-old college freshman, fuck that, anyone, is about to travel.

In January of this year, I miraculously got accepted to the school of my dreams. One of the truly elite scholastic institutions in the country. And while the school softened the terrible financial burdens for me a bit by ponying up about half my costs, that still left me way short of finding the money I needed to attend. But I simply HAD to make this work.

I had saved enough money to get me through the first semester, but I needed to find a way to quickly make a shitload of money working the least amount of hours so I could keep up with my scholastic responsibilities. Fortunately for me, there were very few things I considered out of bounds for making a lot of bucks.

One advantage of being raised by a single parent is that there’s a lot of alone time for someone like me, who’s a bit of a rule-breaker, to find ways to get into trouble, even in high school. By that I don’t mean the kind of trouble that will get you arrested. The kind I’m talking about is the kind where you spend all your free time playing around with the boys.

To put it bluntly, I was the premier slut of my high school, and I’m certainly anything but ashamed of it. It was a designation I wore with pride. And these days, that tells you what kind of total cock whore I have to be because, believe me, these days there a lot of girls fooling around in high school, especially by senior year.

So by the time I reached college, I was ready to take my promiscuity to the next level. By sneaking a lot of peaks at my younger brother’s naughtiest magazines, you guys know, Hustler, Club, High Society, Cheri, I learned a lot about strip clubs. And the Internet is an amazing resource for that, too.

Well, after a few weeks, I thought I spotted the perfect place for me. About a three-hour drive from my college so I should be fairly safe from being discovered by anyone at my school, but right in the heart of more than half a dozen of some of the top sports universities in the country. The perfect central location for attracting tons of horny young college guys and better yet, their rich alumni, when they show up for the football and basketball seasons. And more than enough nearby big cities to draw in the cheating, but older fuckers who don’t mind throwing away a few hundred on any given night on a young hot piece of ass like me!

And the best part about this club? It was situated in a tiny little county that had legalized prostitution! We could get away with ANYTHING for money.

Now, I’m not your typical looking stripper. But I think I’ve been able to turn that into my advantage. I’m a little short, only 5' 4", and my tits are a bit on the small side. But I have this incredible dancer’s body which is not surprising since I’d been taking lessons since I was 3. I always stuck with it because I just instinctively knew, even at a young age, that dancing would give me a super-hot and flexible bod!

For my audition, I put on my shortest little plaid skirt, my tiniest, tiniest white g-string, one with the front just big enough to cover my whistle-clean pussy, just above-the-knees white stockings, 4-inch killer black stilettos with ankle straps, and a sheer front-knotted white midriff top. But I absolutely knew that about half of all strippers use that outfit at some time or another, so I needed to come up with something to set my audition apart.

I found these square thick black-rimmed half-lens glasses in a costume shop that made me look cute but intensely sophisticatedly wicked at the same time. When I put my blond hair, which when allowed to dangle freely touched the top of my butt, into big, long pig tails, my short size all of a sudden became my advantage because the combination of the little college cutie look on the one hand coupled with the knowlingly experienced far beyond her years look on the other, without question allowed me to stand out amongst the crowded field of new recruits fighting for the few available openings.

And sure enough, it worked perfectly! I had no clue when I auditioned, however, that the club was hiring only one girl this fall, and my routine as a not so innocent-looking school girl was just what they wanted. The young college boys would look on me like the dirty version of their girlfriends who wouldn’t do for them what I would do to them, and for the dirty old men, I was the sweet-looking but really slutty college co-ed whom they could no longer attract in real life.

Little did I know that the auditions were only the first of several tests I would encounter in the weeks ahead. I’m sure very few of you have any idea what it’s like to hang out backstage in a strip club. I only worked weekends, which were the busiest nights of all. Which also meant the most strippers were on hand.

Our dressing room was tiny and could only accommodate 20 girls comfortably at any one time. Shit, most weekend nights we’d have at least twice that many strippers.

Turf battles abounded all the fucking time. Fights would break out every single night, and some of them would get pretty intense. Maybe it would be one girl taking up too much space of a shared vanity. Maybe it would be over a john that one girl considered her regular until another stripper figured a way to turn his head her way. Between the sexual tension and the battle for the bucks, things could get pretty heated backstage. The bouncers had to be called in so many times to break things up, it reminded me of watching a Jerry Springer show.

Plus, I learned pretty fast that strippers have a tendency to get VERY friendly with each other especially when trapped in such tight quarters. That led to a lot of welcomed and unwelcomed accostings.

Of all the strippers who worked at the club, there was a group of four total bitches who were really into women and banded together into their own little gang. Now one of the few rules backstage is that NO ONE can touch another girl’s money. A single violation would mean an immediate pink slip. So the “cunt pack” as, I’d like to think of them, Evie, Jody, Missy and Wendy, couldn’t intimidate another stripper to give up her money. But that was about the only kind of intimidation that they’d pass on.

And as the nicer girls tipped me off pretty quickly, the cunt pack always targeted the new girl or girls. Since I was the only rookie, I didn’t have any other newbies to bond together with to build my own group to stand up to these bitches. Plus my appearance made me look like very easy prey. But little did the cunt pack know what kind of seriously sick and tough little cunt I could be when I wanted.

Evie, the ring-leader of the cunt pack was on me from my very first shift, the Friday night of Labor Day weekend. I was already in the school girl outfit I wore for my audition when Evie arrived for work, which was, unfortunately for me, not that different from what Evie had brought to wear that night. It wasn’t my fault. It was the only really nice and strip-club appropriate clothing I had. I was planning on spending my first night’s tips to buy something different for each of the next two nights.

Later on that night, a couple of the nicer girls took me aside and explained the reason Evie was so pissed at me. Once I had shown up wearing my costume, Evie couldn’t put on hers. I looked so much hotter in it. Plus, Evie was not exactly the youngest of the strippers and was a hard partier. So although she had a regular group of johns, and was one wild and crazy fuck, I could be serious competition. Evie was so angry she had to borrow one of her girlfriend’s outfits to wear that night, which really set her off in a foul mood.

So we weren’t too far along into the night when I was between sets and the cunt pack cornered me. Evie’s closest bitch, Missy, maneuvered herself behind me while I had just come off the floor and was only dressed in my g-string, heels and stockings having just lap-danced and blown a guy on the floor.

I was trying to towel off so I could get dressed again when Missy pinned both my arms behind me. I struggled a bit, so Wendy jumped in to help restrain me. Now I was totally helpless and at their mercy. There was always at least bouncer in the dressing room at any time, but Mike was the kind that allowed the girls a little leeway as long as no one was getting seriously hurt. I also knew immediately, especially from the little smirk and the twinkle in his eye, that he was enjoying this. Shit, I later found out that the cunt pack regularly gave him really kinky freebies to buy his loyalty to them.

Jody now joined in and grabbed a handful of my hair close to my scalp, which I had undone from my pigtails when I began lap-dancing my last john. Evie, smoking a cigarette, and wearing this black, red-laced corsette obviously two sizes too small for her, with matching sheer black g-string, garter belt attached to the corsette and black stockings, sauntered slowly up to me.

Despite how packed the backroom was with strippers constantly running in and out, the regular girls knew to give the cunt pack enough space to do what they were about to do to me, and knew to stay the fuck out of this. Every one of them had been through a similar experience, and I instantly understood I would have to prove myself or I would be at the mercy of these four cunts every single night I worked, which might not be that long if they have their way.

Evie slowly picked up my skirt and sheer top and studied them closely. I struggled to break free, but it was hopeless. “You know you little bitch, you have a lot to learn a few rules about working here,” she hissed at me and blew a mouthful of smoke directly into my face. I hated cigarette smoke, but defiantly moved my face forward directly into its path and willed myself not to cough.

She then began bringing her cigarette ever so close to my skirt and top, threatening to put burn holes in them. I simply had to speak up. “Stop, please. It’s my first night and that was the only outfit I had to wear. I’m going to buy new ones tomorrow. I promise!” I had to pull that off perfectly. Couldn’t sound to whiney or it would have been a sign of weakness. But too harsh and it would engender a more violent reaction from the cunt pack, I feared.

Apparently, I struck the right chord with the head cunt. She seemed to appreciate my dilemma, my accidental crossing of her line, and my willingness to acknowledge my place below her in the pecking order of the strippers and a show of my deference to her authority. But the old whore still had to give me my introductory instructions.

“First and foremost, you have to make sure not to interfere with the more senior pussies in this little hen house from making their money. What are you, some sweet little country girl trying to make her way in the porn industry or something?” And with that, the head cunt stuck out what looked to me to be the longest tongue I’d ever seen, and she used it to slowly glide up my left tit from the underside, over the nipple, to the top, and back down to the nib, twirling her tongue over and over it.

Then this bitch stood up, grabbed me forcibly by the chin, squeezed my mouth open, blew another stream of smoke now directly into my mouth and frenched me. And I didn’t back down one bit but twirled my tongue against her. Our mouths were locked in one very intense make out session.

After a good minute or so of some serious tonsil hockey, Evie pulled out of my mouth and announced to her buddies, “My, my girlfriends. I think we have a possible new cunt to recruit here,” Evie exclaimed to the others, “I wonder?” and she paused. She looked at me very intensely. “Jody,” Evie forcefully demanded, “you’re the one responsible for spying on our little new slut tonight. Did you watch her with her last trick?” Jody, whose gravely voice was as deep as about any man’s, was caught a little off-guard by her leader’s interrogation, causing her to let go of my hair. Nevertheless, she obediently responded, stammering, “Yea, yea, yeah, I was watching her.” “Did she fuck him?” demanded the head cunt. “No, she didn’t”

Evie smiled at that answer. And with that, she abruptly shoved her left hand down the front of my panties and grabbed roughly at my bare cunt, shoving two fingers right into my vagina.

Wendy and Missy were so amused at my victimization, that they had mistakenly relaxed their grip momentarily, which provided me with the element of surprise. I may be short and dancer-skinny, but all my workouts also made me wiry tough.

I broke free of their grasp and forcibly pushed Evie out of my cunt and onto a nearby chair. I snatched my outfit off the floor and stared defiantly at the old fucking bitch. And for some reason still unknown to me to this day, Evie ordered her little posse to back off, and even seemed to show me a little sign of respect.

She then slid the two fingers she had jammed up my pussy into her mouth and sucked my juices off of them. “You have one sweet-tasting cunt there. And either you got wet just by sucking that guy's cock, or my little assault turned you on. I think it was a little bit of both, and I like that thought. I’m going to call you my little country twat.”

“I have no problem with that. I don’t want to cause any problems. Just looking to make my fair share of money.”

“I like you, you little country twat. I really do. You take it and you give it back.” Evie turned her head, quickly surveying the rest of the strippers in the room. She shouted to any of the other strippers who might be listening, “We need a little more of that in here." Returning her gaze to me, she inquired, "And you know why?” I shook my head. “Because it means,” and Evie paused and stretched out the sound of the next word in order to emphasize it, “money.”

Then she explained, “Johns love a girl with attitude, with fire, with spirit. And I think you have it in spades,” she seemed to say admiringly. “But I have to warn you my little country twat,” she said seductively. “EVERY rookie, and I mean EVERY rookie, has to go through an initiation night in front of the entire audience. And your night is coming. And when I say coming, I mean we’re going to toy with you until you’ve cum like you’ve never cum before.”

“Hey, Mikey,” Evie yelled at the bouncer. “When’s the big homecoming weekend?” The bouncer yelled back, “Columbus Day weekend, and this year promises to be our best homecoming ever. Four of the locals have scheduled it for that weekend.”

Evie looked me right in the eye from her seated position. “You hear that little country twat?,” as she started licking her fingers clean again. Four universities. A long three-day weekend. People will be hanging from the rafters. You’d better either be completely ready for what we’re gonna plan to do to you, or you’d better be completely gone by that weekend. You have no fucking clue what we’ll have in store for you. You’d better be prepared for the surprise of your life.”

I audibly gulped, but continued looking her right in the eye. "I'll be looking forward to it," I said. And with that, Evie smiled broadly at me, stood up and led here little cunt pack out of the backroom to get on the floor and start earning more money.

Well, now it’s October 10th, the Friday night of Columbus Day weekend. And here I am, all dressed up and ready to begin whatever is in store for me and whatever is in store for the crowd and whatever is in store for those four little bitches.

Evie and her little pack of cunts have pretty much left me alone since that Labor Day Friday. And I instinctively knew that had to be bad news for me if I did nothing to change that until tonight. I needed to solicit some support from management.

So two weeks ago, I requested a meeting with the manager, the owner and Evie, as representative of her little gang. Whatever my proposal was going to be, it had to give each of them a little piece of the action they were seeking for this to work to my advantage.

And at the end of the meeting, we all walked away completely satisfied. Evie and her cunt pack would get what they wanted, I was absolutely going to get what I wanted, and every person connected to the club was going to make a fucking ton of money Columbus Day weekend, which made everyone extremely happy.

As I walked out of that meeting, the owner, a bit of a slimy, greaseball type, but one whose respect I seemed to gain that day, stopped me and asked, “What’s your major, my sweet, young thing?” “Business,” I replied. “Seems like you have a bright future ahead,” and with that he gave my ass a firm slap as he pushed me out his office door.

So here I am, ready to begin my three-day adventure. My three-day initiation adventure. I take a deep breath and loudly burst open the doors.

[muckypup]

 There's no wam in it and just a little sex. So if you just HAVE to move on directly to the wam sex part of this story, you'll just have to wait for Part II which should be posted in a couple of days.

That's it, I'm not reading a word more!

If I had I'm sure I would have enjoyed the build up and would be looking forward to the 3 day initiation!

[Big Al]

Great start to the story, looking forward to the next part!

[sweetnpied]

 There's no wam in it and just a little sex. So if you just HAVE to move on directly to the wam sex part of this story, you'll just have to wait for Part II which should be posted in a couple of days.

That's it, I'm not reading a word more!

If I had I'm sure I would have enjoyed the build up and would be looking forward to the 3 day initiation!

Oh Muckster, you're such a wiseass. But I guess it's only fair (I think you Brits call it something like "getting your own back"?) in response to how often I quote you out of context and then bust your balls over it.

So since you can't spank me literally from across the pond, I guess the virtual punishment you administer to me here will just have to do!
Smoochies!

[sweetnpied]

Part II

(Hi guys! Me once again with my little pre-story intro. Okay, first and foremost... muckypup... Sorry, sweetie, but I couldn't resist doing one more tease part before I get REALLY down and dirty and disgusting. There's only about 2 sentences of wam in this Part, but I just COULDN'T resist building the tension of the story... and in my pussy in the writing of the story... by telling it this way. One fascinating experience I'm enjoying in weaving into actual words this fantasy I've been dreaming about for the last 15 years is that the actual telling of it is far more fun than I thought it would be. I'm "fleshing it out" so to speak... sorry for the bad pun there... but I am LOVING how I'm filling in some parts of this that I never really thought through in detail before. I mean, this Part, unlike Part I, had always played a part in my mind's fantasy before, but NEVER in this much detail. Well, I hope you forgive me and enjoy another build-up teasing section. But I can promise you, the wam action WILL begin in Part 3! Enjoy! Smoochies!)

Nothing. No reaction. And still my breath was taken away. Although I had only been working at the club five weeks, still, I had never seen a crowd anything like this before.

And what a crowd! So into the action that it was close to impossible to even hear the music the DJ was blasting out over the speakers. But I easily recognized the reason for all of the excitement in the air.

Any weekend that one or more of the nearby colleges had a home football or basketball game, which meant about 95% of the school year considering all the big-time universities close by, the club’s owner would have Friday and Saturday night mud wrestling, which, even in the 21st century, seemed to still bring in the men and a fair share of ladies. With four major universities all having homecoming weekend at the same time, the crowd was enormous. And the other strippers had already told me Saturday’s crowd would be even bigger!

All of a sudden, the butterflies I was feeling grew even worse. Did I seriously fucking believe I could pull this stunt off against such an unbelievable number of people? Would the crowd really buy into the deception I was about to attempt?

The club’s boss had invested a fucking shitload of money into my ideas, I sighed, so this better work or someone would be looking for a new strip club, which would be a tragedy because I had grown very fond of working here. So I took a deep breath, tugged at the top of my blouse, grabbing a little bit of my bra at the same time in order to make sure they were both in place, pulled down on my skirt, and defiantly strutted forward.

Out of nowhere came this piercing, high-pitched whistle. Over and over again, it loudly cut through the din of sound being generated from the DJ and the crowd. I was starting to get noticed and the crowd was getting the idea that it had to calm down a bit.

Even Wendy and Jody, who conveniently happened to be the two bitches currently battling it out in the mud pit, stopped their half-wrestling, half-making out activities to see what was causing all the commotion. And the two of them were quite a sight at this particular moment! Both completely covered in thick, creamy mud, with Wendy nude and Jody topless with her bikini bottoms pulled down just below her butt.

And the commotion that caused the two lesser members of the cunt pack to stop was all due to me. In my mouth was a bright silver stainless steel whistle and I was blowing out shrill blasts one after another after another. I defiantly and aggressively strode through the crowd up to the mud pit and snapped the microphone out of the emcee’s hand.

And the boss had come through for me. Not that I doubted he would with this part of my request. Shit, at least three-quarters of the small county’s police force moonlighted as bouncers at the strip club. Still, I knew he had to be pretty tenacious to pull off this aspect of setting up this whole charade.

For I was dressed in an authentic policewoman’s uniform. Yes, one way to go with this costume could have been a stripper’s imitation, but I wanted to create the effect in at least some of the crowd’s minds that I really was a local police officer and not one of the club employees wearing a cheap imitation. And I had done everything I could to assist in fostering that impression.

I had on flats which I never wore at the club before. Hence, my regular johns who only saw me in 4-inch stilettos now saw me for the true 5'4" woman I am which meant they might be fooled, at least momentarily, as to my true identity. My long blond hair was pulled up under my cap, and I wore dark sunglasses to hide my striking blue eyes. Fuck, it would be difficult for my own parents to figure it out. Not as if I wanted them to see what was happening to me right now, and I absolutely didn’t want them to see what I hoped would happen to me in just a few minutes

“All right,” I screamed into the mike. I squatted slightly, and pointed at the crowd menacingly moving my arm slowly from left to right. “I want your attention, you fucking perverts. All of you.” The crowd was gradually growing quieter, but not fast enough for Officer Christina.

I took the wireless microphone up with me to the DJ’s area, and demanded he stop the music immediately. Now that got everyone’s attention.

“Oh, so now you assholes want to listen? Well, listen good," as I practically screamed the word, "good," into the mike. "I’m evacuating this shithole immediately. You are all ordered out of here, and I want to see the manager immediately! This place is in violation of so many safety codes, I can’t even begin to list them all!”

Stunned silence. Exactly the effect I had hoped for. Everyone was having such a good time, the prospect of it being yanked out from under them so quickly so severely prevented people from processing what was happening that they couldn’t even think straight for a few moments.

Craig, the manager, who was completely in on my plans, was up on the stage in a heartbeat before anyone in the audience could start putting two and two together. He stood toe-to-toe with me so everyone could hear what he was about to say. Craig moved his face within inches of mine.

“What’s your problem, officer?” he said with more than a tinge of anger and sarcasm, especially at how he spoke the word, "officer." I answered from our prepared script, one that I wrote, “Well, you’re a little over legal capacity here, don’t you think, scumbag?” “And when has that ever been a reason to close us down, you over officious little cunt?” he snapped back. “Are you even tall enough to be on the force, you little cunt?”

With that, I reached into my skirt’s belt and whipped out my police ID, which looked awfully authentic. “You want see my credentials, dickface?” as I shoved them a inch in front of Craig’s nose. He just laughed and violently slapped it out of my hand. “You stupid little bitch. About three-quarters of my security for tonight are real police officers, so I already know all about your little game.”

And with that, two bouncers appeared out of nowhere and each forcibly grabbed me by an arm, lifting me several inches off the floor as Craig snapped the microphone out of my hand. I started violently kicking at the air, trying to strike the two men restraining me in the hopes they'd let me go, but they were way too strong for me to get anywhere near them as they held me out in front of them.

Craig took the opportunity of my being escorted, against my will, off the DJ’s podium to explain. “There’s been a report of a little scam artist in the area posing as a policewoman and shaking down businesses for money, threatening to close them down at the height of their business. A couple of idiots even paid her rather than run the risk of interference with their money-making opportunities. Fortunately, I am well-protected here by our men in true blue who warned me about this fucking cunt.”

And with that statement, I got the reaction I fully wished for out of the crowd. It erupted in loud applause and cheering. As my kicking became more violent in a vain attempt to get out of my predicament, the hem of my skirt rode up my leg and I began showing the elastic tops of my white thigh-high stockings.

Instantly, Craig proved he could improvise just as well as he could act out a script. “My, my, officer,” he said with a smirk as he over-emphasized the word, "officer," once again. “A little out of uniform under there aren’t we?” This brought even louder cheers, hoots and laughter from the crowd. I thought to myself Craig might have just earned himself a courtesy fuck from me when this is all done tonight for all he’s doing to build the fever pitch of the crowd.

And he instantly proved himself to be the perfect impromptu showman. Putting his hand behind his ear, he turned it to the crowd as if to say, “Can I hear your enthusiasm a little more please.” And the throng played right into him. They started calling me every filthy, disgusting thing imaginable. I fucking loved it!

Then, a couple of the strippers in the crowd, who had been intentionally planted on the floor for this moment, started chanting, “In the mud, in the mud, in the mud.” A mantra that soon was being thunderously echoed by the entire audience.

Craig let it continue for a couple of moments, then dramatically thrust his arm in the direction of the wrestling ring indicating the bouncers should take me in the direction of the mud pit. And the crowd went fucking nuts!

I added to the building excitement by picking up the energy level of my resistance. It was completely useless, of course, but this caused some interesting results to my clothing.

First, with my legs flying around even more fiercely and in every possible direction in an attempt to free myself and escape my impending predicament, anyone who could see me was now getting a really good look up my skirt. I was clearly wearing stockings and a garter belt, as opposed to pantyhose, creating the impression of the fraudulent slut I really was because what policewoman would dress like that under her uniform? A number of the kicks even revealed the crotch of my sheer white panties. Even the front seam of my blouse was beginning to separate, permitting peaks at my sheer white bra.

And now Craig was going to prove just how good he could be at pulling off what writers call a “suspension of disbelief,” because if the crowd had even a moment to rationally think this through, they would quickly figure out this was all a pre-staged set-up. But the amount of booze already consumed, and the smell of sex in the air, would hopefully continue to cloud their good judgment.

He opened his hand, turned it palm down, and raised his arm straight out, almost in a Third Reich salute, and began waving it up and down. The crowd started picking up on this non-verbal clue to quiet down and soon got itself under control.

“You know,” as Craig walked from side to side across the mud pit’s stage. God, I wanted to fuck him right then and there for how he had total command of the audience. “We here at the club greatly appreciate the patronage of our customers,” a statement which drew a boisterous cheer and forced Craig to repeat his arm motions to shut them up.

He continued. “So we had planned a bit of a surprise for all of you for a little later tonight.” And that motherfucker, if he didn't have the crowd completely eating out of his hand in anticipation of what he was about to say next! I had to do everything to keep from grinning from ear to ear. The stupid fucks in the audience were actually buying this line of crap! And, a bit unexpectedly for me, the juices in my cunt started flowing out of nowhere and literally soaked my panties at the sudden realization I was about to pull this entire fantasy of mine off!

I was only seconds away from living out the greatest messy experience of my life which also meant I was about to get into a ton of fun and mischief.

(Wow! I don't know about any of you guys or gals reading this, but writing and especially editing it one last time, has got my juices flowing, and I'm not just talking about emotional juices. Plus I have the intense benefit of knowing exactly where this story is heading next, right into the heart of my dirtiest fantasy. It's early enough here on the east coast on a holiday Monday to jump back into bed and release a little of that tension. CYAs until the next chapter of this story!)

[sweetnpied]

For those who are wondering... I came within 10 minutes of finishing Part II of my story yesterday, which is VERY unusual for me outside of wam sex... and even then that's a little quick the majority of times. SUCH AN UNANTICIPATED BENEFIT OF BECOMING A SLUTTY XXX AUTHOR!!! And to think I wrote my first sex story EVER just 3 months ago here ("Christina's Return to a Splosher's Life"). Why'd I fucking wait so long? All those missed orgasmic opportunities!

[sweetnpied]

Part III

(Hi all! I know I kinda promised wam by this part of the story. And there is a little mud and mud sex here. But my first draft of this Part initially had a ton of wam and wam sex in it. Unfortunately, I HAD to cut this Part in half because, as you'll soon see, it's too long a section as it is to allow me to carry onto the wam section and leave it all as one VERY long Part III.

Now I know I'm toying with you all as to when will the real wamming, and the real sex wamming will start. Although there are a few moments of mud wrestling mentioned here, you'll have to wait until Part IV for the heavy-duty. But hey, this is MY fucking fantasy so I'll tell it MY fucking way, okay? Besides, I LOVE teasing and torturing you all! I hope you guys and gals are ready to explode over the anticipation, as much as I am today trying to edit it and getting it posted here as fast as I can. I'm getting pretty horny here!

Actually, as I've already told a few of you privately or in chat session. I had NO FUCKING CLUE how tough it is to write fiction as opposed to merely telling a true story. My last two stories I've posted here really happened, at least about 99% of it. All I had to do was figure out how to explain my emotions. Instead, when this story was just a fantasy in my mind, I could flesh out little scenes about it, but to actually tell it as a completely integrated story and put it all down in writing in a way that doesn't sound totally ludicrous! MY GOD what a LOT of work! It's okay for a story to have NO sense of logic or reality when it's just a fantasy in your head. But to tell it as a somewhat coherent story to others. My previous stories were much easier to write.

Well, the good news is Part IV really is almost ready -- partly because it's really just the last half of Part III -- and will almost certainly be up today. With Part V to hit here in a few days, because now that I've made it to this portion of my fantasy, the rest of it... tee-hee... the REALLY filthy part... has been fairly well worked out in my head for the 15 years I've been playing it out in my mind when I really have sex.

BTW... I LOVE when you guys tell me here, in UMD, and in PMs, just how much you're enjoying my story-telling, especially this one. Yes, it's about to get REALLY filthy, and I REALLY am looking forward to telling it to all of you and getting back your reactions! So keep it up! Tee-hee. Enjoy. Smoochies. Christina.)

“Click. Click.”

And with that sound, my heart starts racing even faster, my breathing becomes quick and shallow and my head starts spinning. Holy shit! This is really going to happen! I’m feeling a little faint right about now!

And it isn’t only my heart, breath and mind that are jump-starting into overdrive. Suddenly, what the fuck is going on with my cunt?!? My panties are damp and getting wetter by the minute!

I certainly never had problems with lubrication before when fucking. But this? I literally have pussy juice running down the inside of my thighs! Has the excitement of my current predicament affected me in some new and subliminal ways I could never have imagined?

For the bouncers have just handcuffed me to the middle rope of the ring surrounding the mud pit. I’m now completely helpless as Wendy and Jody return to their “mud wrestling’ which is rapidly turning into simply mud sex. And to think, for the next few hours their energetic and non-stop lesbo mud sex scene was only one part of a two-part dramatic play that was unfolding right before the eyes of maybe 500 or more of the horniest, most perverted patrons of a club a young newbie of a whore like myself could ever imagine.

And tonight, I would become the greatest sacrificial lamb in the history of the hellhole. Tonight, I would be the total center of attraction. The focus of over 500 patrons' lustful attention. To steal a line from a Frankie Valle and the Four Seasons hit, “Oh, what a night!” And the thought of what is to come tonight, and probably how many times I am about to cum tonight, amazingly, amazingly, amazingly just opens the faucet currently running inside my pussy even wider.

And right on cue, Evie and her pasty little girl toy, Missy, come strutting down to the mud pit. The two of them are wobbling a little, like they’ve already had too much to drink, on their ridiculously long 6-inch stiletto heels. Their balance is probably not aided by the fact that they had likely just finished one of their renowned three-way, four-way, five-way, who-knows- how-many-ways sessions with the johns and janes in the audience.

Another factor in the treacherous path to the mud pit has to do with one of the boss’s many spurts of genius. He decided not to place the mud pit above the audience on a raised platform, but actually a little below them, so they could all look down and see everything. But that makes walking down at times a little treacherous, especially in Evie’s and Missy’s current condition. And tonight the two of them look the part of the slutty cunts the truly are, even beyond their wearing heels the length of the Empire State Building.

Evie’s wearing this completely sheer light purple gauze bandeau bra and Brazilian cut panties tied at each hip with long bows. Sadly, even I have to give the old cunt a little credit. She certainly knows how to best package her decaying assets. Missy, her frighteningly skinny little sex slave, on the other hand is simply nude except for her heels. And that psycho-cunt’s goth makeup, numerous tatoos and piercings, only makes her bony body appear even more freakish. But that’s the clientele those two lesbos seek to attract, the psychotic types whom we more intelligent strippers avoid. Of course, you’d only have to be more intelligent than one of those bar stools to be higher up the Mensa ladder than those two twats.

But as the two of them reach me, something completely unexpected and off-script occurs. Evie slaps my policewoman’s cap off my head, which was part of the script, allowing it to go flying into the mud pit, which wasn’t exactly planned. The release of my cap allows my butt-length blond hair a chance to unravel from its former position bunched under the cap. Long, luxurious, shiny, full and brilliantly coiffed, this is one of my features that so sets me apart from Queen Evie, and I’m sure is one of the million things she totally hates about me. That and the fact that my tits, although smaller than hers, are far, far perkier and tighter.

What happens next also wasn't part of my original script. Jody, the only member of the cunt pack I even somewhat like because she's been at least reasonably nice to me, and she's also, by far, the prettiest and the hottest of the four lesbos that comprise the cunt pack, excitedly grabbs the dirty hat that Evie sent in her direction, fills it with mud and dumps it on my head, which makes the crowd scream with laughter and applause, and makes me fight off the urge to join them in celebrating Jody’s totally free spirit. I can feel the creamy mud sliding down my face, invading the cleavage of my bra, and sliding inside my blouse collar and down my bare back. The inside of my pussy is getting so overheated, I feel like a volcano spewing searing lava down my legs.

Jody, after a couple of moments jumping up and down celebrating her little dirty deed, returns back to Wendy and immediately positions herself in a raucous sixty-nine position as their mud wrestling match rapidly continues heading toward full-bore mud sex. Over the next couple of hours, little would Jody and Wendy know that part of the juices pouring out of my pussy would be a product of listening to their slurpings and moanings and cummings and dirty little words they would say to each other. I think I may be falling in love!

One of the many reasons the leader of the cunt pack agreed to the way I crafted this weekend, I knew, was to try to disrupt the tremendous advantage I had over her in earning power amongst the club’s regulars due to my beauty, youth and dancer’s conditioning. It’s the very reason I crafted this weekend the way I did. I completely understood Evie would do everything in her power to humiliate me and turn me humble to the power of her will. I had to use that knowledge to my advantage and flip it around so that she would finish this weekend powerless to be the unappointed head cunt of all the strippers in this club ever again.

If this plays itself out the way I planned, it would be a coup d’etat of epic proportions. Evie will be tricked into think she has exacted a complete and total victory over me. Management would make money beyond its wildest dreams. Each of co-workers, including each member of the cunt pack, would make at least five times their usual earnings for even a “regular” holiday homecoming weekend. The old bitch would be dead, and long live the new bitch!

And I would experience the newest, the most exciting, the most profitable, and quite possibly the most orgasmic experience of my life. Little did I know, even at this precise of moment, long past all the planning I had done for almost the entire five weeks of working at the club, was that of those four goals, the one I would most underestimated achieving and the one I would most pass beyond any possible pre-conceived notion of the heights that could be reached, would be the last of those four goals! Oh, what a night indeed.

But then the unexpected happens. Something that completely yanks me out of the joyous thoughts spinning through my head.

Evie forcefully yanks my hair back and pinches my nose. I hold my breath for as long as I can, but it’s no use. I shake my head side to side violently and start screaming, “What the fuck are you...,” but before I could finish my question, Evie plants a hard kiss on my mouth to the total delight of the crowd.

What the crowd doesn’t know, however, is that entering my mouth, besides Evie’s incredibly long tongue, is a couple of tablespoons’ worth of the cum of the guy she just blew. Disgusting!

I continue violently shaking my head back and forth which makes it seem like I’m upset about being kissed, which wasn’t the case. It’s turning my stomach to be swallowing sloppy seconds coming out that twisted cunt’s mouth.

After Evie completes her little deposit, she moves her mouth to my ear and begins tonguing it. And the fucking cunt isn’t exactly whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Instead she tugs hard on my hair again so I can’t continue releasing any more of the semen she just sent down my throat. I’m nearly choking at my air passage being clogged by the wad of jism being forceably slammed to the back of my throat.

All at once, the saliva that the audience thinks is going down my throat is instead now going into my ear as Evie angrily spits out the following words, “You so fucked up my little country twat!” Warm, viscous goo splatters the pina area of my outer ear. That bitch! She intentionally is aiming at the upper half my ear, so the spit will collect and slowly slide down to the lover half, crossing the aural canal. What a little cunt! That is so torturous!

She then loads up on some more saliva, most likely containing the last remnants of the last disease-ridden cock she just blew, and directs it as far up my aural canal as she can while hissing, “Allowing yourself to be restrained like this. What a stupid mistake! What a stupid cunt you are! You are now totally under my control, little Miss Fucking Rising Star!”

And with that, Evie’s little submissive bitch, Missy, starts her turn at french kissing me. But what the fuck is she doing? It feels like she’s dumping at least a pint of the nastiest smelling cum from her mouth to mine.

Did Missy somehow save the cum of about twenty guys in her mouth? Suddenly I’m practically drowning in cum, so much so that a sizeable amount of it’s dripping down my chin and onto my blouse making the area over my bra turn quite sheer despite the milky thickness of the semen. This was so absolutely not part of the pre-arranged script I had settled on with Evie.

And as much as I anticipated there would be moments in my currently helpless condition that Evie would take advantage in that, there’s no acting happening whatsoever going on with my role at this particular moment. I am so truly repulsed at what just transpired, that I am doing everything I can to get the cum out of my mouth. Spitting, shaking my head in every direction. And that psycho bitch Missy is so pathetic and hopeless, she just pulls her head back to save herself as the first movement of my head in her direction just misses violently colliding with hers. All she can do is watch.

But Evie isn’t about to let me get away with that. She reaches up to the table closest to the stage, grabs a beer bottle, and sticks it down my throat, emptying it completely in one move. I’m able to expel a good amount of the suds out of my mouth, but not all of it. The worst part is that down my throat goes just about all the sperm Missy spit down it along with the beer.

And as if she practically reads my mind, Evie snatches the microphone from Craig and answers my unspoken question for the entire audience to hear. “Is Missy my little precious girl or what? When I told her what I planned to do when I first came up to this stupid little bitch tonight, you know what Missy decided she would do for me? She’s been saving the come of every douchebag she’s blown tonight. She’s been spitting it back into a cup so she could drop it all in this little twat’s mouth when they first kissed tonight.”

As it now starts to dawn on the crowd that these kisses were more than just an exchange of saliva, a mixed response of “ewwws” and enthusiastic cheering is heard all around me. I gotta give a hand to the old cunt, she knows how to work the heroine-villainess plot to perfection. She’s making us both victims and both total assholes all at once. That way, you get the audience to take sides, which magnifies the interest in the evening because everyone in the club will be taking sides. No one will be left out. Did fucking Evie ever write the scripts for the WWF?

Evie then turns back to the audience to announce another activity she wants to perform on me, again one that is completely off the script to which we had all agreed just a few days ago. And at this moment I couldn’t tell if this was impromptu inspiration from what she just did with the beer bottle, or something she planned all along.

Evie now takes the mike to her mouth with about as much as experience, I assumed, as she took guys’ rods down her throat. She brings the head of the mike within about a millimeter of her mouth and angrily spits into it, “My, my, my, my little twat,” she hisses into the mike and slithers around across the stage. She turns to me and gets to within an inch of my nose and snarls and slides the middle finger of her free hand over my chin and lips, “I think I want to call you, ‘my little country twat.’”

As the word “twat” erupts from her mouth, saliva from emphasis Evie puts on the consonants drenches my face at which point she jams that middle finger down my throat as if my mouth is a metaphor for my cunt. And a huge cheer erupts from the patrons over that.

Evie once again turns to the crowd. “You know what, you perverted cunts and cocks?” And the crowd is so fucking into it now, they join in and scream back, “What?” almost as one voice. “We need to calm this little country twat down a bit. Get her to relax. Shit, I can’t fight her off all night.”

“Will someone fucking buy a couple of bottles of Grey Goose from the bar and send them down here? We’re going to sauce this little country twat up a bit. That oughta break her spirit a little.” All of a sudden, five bottles of the pricy vodka are passed forward and down toward Evie.

Now this was certainly not part of my plan. I couldn’t afford to lose total control of the situation and slip in my level of concentration. My entire plan relied on my ability to act like things were spinning out of control while I maintained complete control.

Even my victimization had to be within permissible limits. For Evie had no idea that for weeks I have been turned on by the thought of being submissively subjected to this weekend’s domination, and actually desperately longed for it, as my current situation with the river flowing out of my vagina was proving. But I couldn’t let her know that she was secretly playing into my fantasy because then things might really get out of control. I had to make it appear that I detested every little twist and turn she had written into the script.

But I had to give Evie credit for one bit of brilliance on her part. The boss was going to love the profit he was about to make on the ridiculous markup he gets for the sale of top shelf liquor. We really are a lot alike, Evie and I. We’re both thinking of ways to raise ourselves in the eyes of management by inventing ways of making him a shitload of money. Evie’s only problem is that the profit margin she would generate from a few bottles of expensive hootch would so pale in comparison to everything I had worked out with the boss. Both with and without Evie’s knowledge.

But now, I begin to notice something that I might be able to work to my advantage. An unintended scenario is occurring, one I am more than willing to accept and exploit at this moment.

For something is occurring I didn’t anticipate happening at all, my inability to control the flow of my lubricating cunt juice. I quickly assess the situation and realize that I can manipulate this to my total benefit. I’m obviously getting so turned on by the bondage, by the humiliating things that are currently happening and that I know will soon be happening to me, that my cunt was simply dousing my panties and thighs and stocking with a continuous stream of fluid. So much so that with all my kicking around trying to free myself, that my fluids are beginning to soak through my cotton-polyester blend skirt.

And damn it if this wasn’t fitting right into the mood I originally wanted to set for Evie tonight, because I could use this to convince her that she had finally gotten me to crack under the pressure. I start looking down at my skirt and looking back fearfully at Evie to see if she had spotted what I was seeing. I also continue my wiggling and struggling to escape which helps press and stretch the front of my skirt against my crotch.

And finally, a light goes off in the dumb fucking broad’s head, and it dawns on her logically-deficient brain how to play this.

She starts laughing and screeching like a wild hyena to focus the audience’s attention. Next, she points her un-miked hand in the direction of my crotch doubling over in how much the damps spots on the front of the skirt near my crotch are growing.

I’m even able to fake a look of total embarrassment. With my fair skin, simply tightening my cheek and mouth muscles can draw a rush of blood to my face, turning it bright red. And by squeezing my legs together to try to hide the spreading wetness on my skirt, I was only forcing more of my flooding juices to stain new areas.

Just in case some of the crowd are too far away to see, Evie screams into the mike, laughing and howling all at once, “She’s peed herself! Look! She’s completely pissed through her clothes!” which caused another raucous cheer from the audience.

Evie continues her hysterical burst of laughter, and even Missy joins in with her high-pitched “Tee-hees” with her little tits bouncing up and down while clapping her hands daintily in front of her. And then out of nowhere, Missy produces a big-ass pair of scissors, the kind seamstresses use to cut through large quantities of heavy fabric. I could actually hear many patrons gasp in fear of what would happen next.

Evie, taking recognition of the crowd’s reaction, screams into the microphone. “Take it easy you fucking wimps, we’re not going to hurt her.” But then snickers, “Well, I hope a little.” As several members of the crowd gasp again. “Will you assholes quit your whining? The pain I plan on delivering will be mostly emotional. Well, mostly.”

For such an IQ deficient bitch, I had to admire Evie’s theatrical talents even more. She's refusing to turn this into a love-fest completely directed toward her. Part of her continuing genius is the ability to constantly turn the tables on the audience, for as soon as they appeared ready to completely be on her side, she comes up with something that makes a number of them think, “Whoa, this is going too far. We have to stand by the police!”

Evie then returns her attention to her anemic-looking partner. “Okay, now!” And with fierce strokes of the sheers, Missy begins shredding my skirt to pieces in front of everyone, exposing my drenched thigh-high stockings, garter belt and sheer white string bikini panties to the entire crowd. I look down to see that my lingerie is completely transparent now due to the soaking my pussy juices have been giving them.

“My, my, my,” Evie sneers at me. I hate the way Evie likes to use that expression. “Not exactly regulation undies for a member of law enforcement I would think.” And that little bit of sarcasm pumps up the crowd once again as they laugh and cheer. And, a little unfortunately for me, the restraint and humiliation only makes the waterworks flowing between my legs to stream out my cunt and down my inner thighs a little faster.

I figure I’d better try one more time to play the tough cop role cause I’m still wearing my blouse and sunglasses, and I don’t think I’ve been working the club long enough yet for there to be enough guys in the audience whom I’ve blown and fucked and let eat me to figure out who I am just from seeing me like this. Although I am beginning to wonder how long the shape of my body and the unique length and shape of my hair will go undetected. I mean, seriously, how come no one can tell Clark Kent is fucking Superman, just because of the glasses? And this audience is getting pretty close to seeing me in nothing but the tightest of skin-tight clothes. And one difference between me and Superman is, my outfit is completely sheer. I was convinced once my boobs are revealed, whether in or out of my bra, the charade will be over, at least for the regulars who visit this shithole of a club every weekend.

“All right, you demented freak of a whore, and your little Halloween slasher lover.” At least, this stretched-out fucking used-up labia cunt was going to stick to the script and bring the mike up to me so the audience could clearly hear what I had to say next.

“That’s a misdemeanor you just committed, destroying my skirt, destroying government property.” Evie pulls the mike away from me and looks at the crowd to say, “Can you believe the fucking balls on my little country twat?” Once again, the crowd roars in laughter and it's Evie's turn to use the mike. “She’s about to be subjected to shit she has no absofuckinglutely no clue about, and yet she can still act like she’s in control. I can wait to have my turn at you!” Of course, the sick fucking patrons are lapping this up like dogs over their water bowls.

Evie again comes within inches of my face and licks my lips. “C’mon, spill it. Tell me how else you want to threaten me.”

I give Evie a smile as if I’m saying, “You want to hear it bitch,” without saying the words. I then lick her lips back, which buys me support from the peeps in the crowd trying to back me. And I turn totally defiant, saying, “You can do whatever you’re going to do with me now. But as soon as this is over, I’m running both of you in to headquarters. So I hope you two little cunts look forward to gang banging an entire mob of the worst scum of the earth, and I’m not even talking about the prisoners who will be watching you and taking their turns with you after the guards have first had their way with the two of you.”

And I can see the drugged out Missy is so mentally screwed up, she’s beginning to think I actually can arrest her. She starts shaking uncontrollably and backing away from me like I might find a way to free myself at any moment like a magician.

So I take the opportunity to stare at Missy and send my next line directly to her. “And let me warn you, those guards are the sickest fucking dykes on earth. Can you imagine? Spending eight, ten, twelve hours a day guarding and supervising and fucking some of the most violent cunts who ever lived each and every day? So wait til you see the size of their batons.” Missy looks like she’s about to go into shock.

Evie gives her slave a dismissive look like, “Will you cut this shit out?” and returns the mike to her cum-lined mouth and lips. She just smiles and laughs casually. “Interesting proposition you pose there Officer Little Country Twat. Not a very brilliant one, perhaps, considering your condition. But a very interesting one.”

Evie paced around the ring like a vulture circling her prey. Me! “You’ve just announced you’re gonna run me in no matter what you do. You also offer me a rather interesting scenario if you do. An all night orgy with the scum of the earth?”

And Evie and Missy exchange sinister smiles to each other, and not quite for the reason the crowd might think, while I could only grin the biggest smile possible while keeping it completely inside. Because we all knew we have done it; we have the audience completely hooked. Because now the audience is so totally into what we're doing, they were getting the jokes before we could finish them. Even the line Evie was about to say next.

She smartly picked up the pace of her strut and extended her free arm mightily to the collection of assholes and perverts all circled around the five of us in and around the ring. “An all-night orgy with the scum of the earth, huh?” The din of the audience growing because they were anticipating hearing the next obvious line. And Evie thundered it right into the mike. “Well, who do think they are?”

The place was a madhouse now. I was so glad every digital camera and cell phone gets confiscated at the door, because what is about to happen to me next would wind up on every Internet porn cite imaginable, with these pricks making a ton of money on the profanity that was about to happen to me.

And I could barely wait for it to happen.

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Part IV

(Hi guys. Okay. I kinda promised I'd have this up by tonight, and I wanted to keep my word. But I warn you this is STILL a very rough draft. But I'll do tonight what I've done occasionally in the past. I'll post it now and re-read it over the next couple of days, fixing what needs to be fixed.

It's nearly twice as long as Part III, so that Part's not really half of this one. But once I start editing, I get a little carried away I find. And with fiction, I can say whatever I want in the story line. All I can tell you, is that when I wrote this, this was really the way I felt about my fantasy at that particular moment and I just went with the way I was feeling. I hope you find it both tolerable and pleasurable. Enjoy!
Smoochies
Christina)

I’m breathing really heavily again. The entire audience’s attention is completely focused on the sunken ring less than a foot below them and mostly on me! And I am giving them quite a sight. Leave it up to Evie to escalate the tension, and my abuse and humiliation, to the next level.

“My, my, my,” oh that fucking phrase of hers. “It looks like the vodka’s arrived just in time. I hope five bottles will be enough, because our little country twat has just given me another use for it,” the bitch announces with great theatrics. I could tell she has something cooking in that ethically-impaired brain of hers.

With that Evie opens the top of the first bottle, salutes the crowd as if to say, “Thank you,” and announces to the audience, “I must now sanitize with alcohol the area that has been defiled by our little country twat’s inability to control her bladder.”

Playing my part, even though this was completely unexpected, I act horrified at what she is clearly about to do next. “No,” and I start breathing faster. “No, don’t! Please, don’t!”

With the most wicked of smiles on her face, Evie drops her hand holding the mike to the front of my panties, slides her hand with the slightly vibrating microphone down over the front of my crotch and slurps her tongue all over my mouth, to the absolute delight of the audience.

And she begins getting the effect she desires. It’s becoming a little obvious to the audience that I’m beginning to succumb to the power of the seduction being forced upon me. Evie waves the mouth of the vodka to her love slut, and uses it as a signal to Missy to come closer.

The two of them are slobbering over me together, and for the first time I am feeling the full effect of Missy’s tongue stud driving into my mouth. I’m forced to open my teeth or risk losing an expensive bonding or two.

Still, I can’t help but be a little fearful of that the bulbous tip of the battery-powered mike pressing so close to my dripping pussy. That idiotic cunt can’t possibly be looking to electrocute me, can she?!?

But then, Evie pulls the microphone away from my crotch, points the head in the direction of her pitiful lover’s mouth and instructs her, “You know what to do, my sweetie.”

Missy smiles at the thought of pleasing her mistress and licks the perforated head of the microphone. Evie keeps the device at her mouth awaiting her slave’s analysis. Missy longlingly licks the mike’s head again just to be sure and swirls her tongue in her mouth. “It’s cunt juice!” she screams excitedly. Which again sends the watching nut-cases into another frenzy.

It takes Evie several seconds to get the noise down to a level at which she could be heard even with the mike. She seductively coos to Missy, “Come closer, my love.” And the two start sharing my taste with each other with a lengthy french kiss.

But Evie certainly wasn’t about to leave me out of this party, for she grabs me by the back of my head, forcing me to move forward to join the two of them in sharing the taste of my own juices. Not that I hadn’t tasted myself about a thousand times while masturbating, but adding to it the flavor of these two gross mouths so ruined how much I normally enjoyed tasting myself.

I also still know that Evie can’t have very pleasant plans for me with that vodka. She coos to Missy, “Open the front of the little country twat’s panties, please my sweet.” Meanwhile, their kissing me was growing increasingly passionate, forcing the sound from those surrounding us to rapidly crescendo.

And then out of nowhere, this cool, stinging sensation is running down my crotch. It’s burning a little! No, it’s burning a lot! The bitch is pouring the Grey Goose vodka down my panties! And me having just waxed my hair stubble away anew for tonight’s festivities is exposing some pretty sensitive and raw skin to the alcohol.

“You motherfucking cunt! That stings, you bitch” I scream at Evie’s and Missy’s mouth. Evie just snaps her head back and some unearthly wicked shriek of laugh explodes from her mouth. And the pitiful Missy follows with some weak-ass imitation of her dyke’s expression.

“Oh, I’ve offended my poor little country twat, haven’t I? Well, I did promise her a little pain, didn’t I?” And another long pour of Grey Goose follows, causing me to shriek in agony once again.

A vast majority of the crowd breaks into loud ovations each time in support of Evie’s torture of me, as I suspect there are still very few in the audience who have figured out who I really am, for I am still wearing my sunglasses. Since the crowd probably includes some of the biggest miscreants in the area, there are probably a fair number of people who actually think Evie and Missy are paying back a real police officer.

“Well, if our little country twat doesn’t want the vodka dripping over her twat,” Evie snickers at what she perceives to be a clever play on words, “we might as well accommodate her, don’t you think?” Most of the crowd starts yelling, “No, no.” Some start chanting, “Sting her cunt again! Sting her cunt again! Sting her cunt again!” Another genius screams out, “Shove the bottle up her cunt and fill it with vodka.” And other vile and obnoxious requests like that.

Instead, she takes the remains of the first bottle and pours it over my head. All the while, Missy keeps trying to pinch my nose close, so I have to open my mouth to take in some of the booze. But I’m able to fight off her chicken-shit attempts to control me.

Another victim of this drenching is my white officer’s blouse. The vodka drenching turns my blouse translucent enough to see my white shelf bra. My very sheer white shelf bra. Even though I’m still wearing both garments, a major part of the audience is getting a premature view of my nipples and areolas.

But Evie isn’t about to let me get off that easy with keeping the vodka from going down my throat. She opens the second bottle, and, this time, pinches my nose close herself.

A fair amount of vodka wells up in my throat as I desperately fight to keep the back of my throat closed. Meanwhile, Evie and Missy begin a sloppy three-way french kiss with the vodka both pooling in my mouth and the remainder still being poured over all three of us simultaneously by Queen Evie. And some of the vodka I have no choice but to swallow.

Suddenly five more bottles of Grey Goose appear out of nowhere, and Evie becomes obsessed with our vodka-soaked lesbian makeout session. The three of us are getting saturated in alcohol from head to toe. I’m fighting with every last bit of my draining strength to stay sober, and somehow manage some degree of success. But the vodka is beginning to take its effect on me. I have to change things and fast, or I will become uncontrollably drunk.

“Oh, this is the worst you can do you old has-been twat, huh?” I scream at her, spitting out some of the vodka already collected in my mouth along with more as it slides down my hair and face, blinding me. “Oh, oh, oh yeah. This is such torture.” I then make the decision to go after the duo’s weak spot and turn to Missy. “And that goes for you, too, you little demented gothic dishrag. You’ve been used to clean up her messes for so long.”

And this tactic pretty much works in my favor because Evie’s tatooed and pierced love-bitch quickly attacks my white blouse with her seamstress scissors, forcing both bitches to back off from the vodka pouring. I’m getting stripped down to my sheer white bra in mere seconds. I’m just praying all along that I hadn’t sent Missy too far over the edge, especially a drinking psychotic with very sharp sheers in her hand.

She had, however, also been carefully instructed several times before this evening not to cut away my bra. It was the perfect shelf bra, or at least what I thought the perfect shelf bra should be for what was soon to occur. That very clear and very insistently repeated instruction might have been the only thing that saved me from some very serious lacerations at this particular moment.

I’m now virtually swimming in vodka, even though I’m standing nearly erect. And while everyone could have easily seen my nipples and areolas through the sheer mesh fabric before I was soaked if my blouse had been opened before this, I might as well be nude now for you can see every inch of my body. The vodka shower I’ve been forced to take has turned all my sheer white lingerie completely see-through.

And no matter how I do my best to act completely embarrassed at my plight, inside I’m absolutely loving it. My fear, however, is that if I get much drunker I may not be as careful concealing my true feelings. But there's one thing the alcohol's not inhibiting and that’s my seemingly never-ending ability to keep flooding my panties with my pussy nectar. Will it ever stop?

Fortunately for me, while Missy’s intoxication is getting her angrier and angrier at my taunting her, she chooses to act out her ire not with the scissors, which I didn’t doubt was always a possibility in her demented thought process, but by imitating her love-dominatrix. She opens two more bottles of Grey Goose, and shoves the mouths of both inside the upper elastic rim of my string bikini panties.

This provides me with two benefits. All that alcohol flying past my crotch that fast is minimizing, to some degree, the torturous effect of the stinging. It still stings like a motherfucker, but would have been ten times worse if Missy had taken her time with it. The second benefit? All that vodka isn’t going into my mouth!

And I know full well at this moment, because I had written the script after all, that this is probably the last time for the next several hours that I’ll have any ability to change the direction of what was about to happen to me. Because I pretty much knew what was in store for me next.

Suddenly, more than a dozen of the club’s hottest strippers appear. Eight of them wheel out four enormous baker’s carts, five feet high, each stacked with several shelves of pies. Four wheel out two enormous plastic garbage pails each filled with something looking very dark and very murky. And the last two strippers drag out two large buckets filled with a variety of packaged food items.

How’d I know what was in all these containers and carts? Fuck, I was the one that put every item into or onto each and every one of them.

Evie wastes no time whatsoever. She dunks her right hand in the closest garbage pail and pulls out a generous handful of the filthiest looking gunk imaginable. In typical queen bee fashion, she wiggles her fat ass in a sexy side to side motion and struts once all around the ring to let the crowd see what’s contained in her hand.

Of course, I already knew exactly what it was. For once I told the club’s boss, manager and Evie two weeks ago how I wanted my initiation to play out, I was busy on the Internet for the entire week looking for the best deals for all sorts of messy substances.

And I came up with some absolutely amazing bargains. For example, who knew that the cost of blackberry preserves was dirt cheap compared to strawberry or blueberry? Not as popular as the other two I guess. When I explained this to the boss, he was ecstatic at how clever I had been at making smart purchases. He even promised me that if this weekend turned out as profitable as we all hoped, he might throw a little extra bonus my way for being so good a sport about planning and executing the entire project, as well as being a smart business woman in getting the supplies at a tremendous discount.

Despite how economical I was being with the purchasing, he still sunk a shitload of money into buying as much as possible. Which was all about to be deposited onto me! This better work, or the boss might garnish my wages for weeks to make up the losses!

But I could tell one thing from my very precarious position, tied nearly motionlessly to the wrestling wring. This blackberry jam is beginning to look like very bad news for me. The berries I purchased are tiny compared to blueberries or strawberries, and have little rippled edges all over. What makes this goo even more unnerving is the nature of the jelly the berries swim in; dense, smelly, globby. Probably stain my skin an ugly purple, too. Maybe even stain my skin for a few days.

Returning to the mike, Evie addresses everyone again. “The management of this club had originally planned for there to be a nasty food fight amongst all the strippers for your pleasure. But since this flatfoot cunt arrived and tried to screw it all up for the rest of us, we thought it might be fun to give her her just desserts” All the while she's speaking, Evie keeps depositing her right hand into the mucky bucket again and again to demonstrate how slimy the blackberry jam really is.

By now, we totally know we have the audience in the palms of our hands. The level of their screaming approval just keeps growing louder and louder. They’re loving the night’s entertainment. And that entertainment is about to be me!

And I’m completely ready for this. At least I think and hope I am! For the handuffs had been tightly looped around the middle rope of the ring by the bouncers so that I couldn’t move even side to side. I am completely defenseless.

And it unquestionably is right up Evie’s personality to remind me of my current predicament. She lets the microphone slip down to the side of her leg and snickers and hisses into my ear, “Missy and I are going to soooooo enjoy fucking you up but good tonight. Shit, I think I’m even going to invite Wendy and Jody to this party. I can’t believe you were so stupid to allow yourself to be so exposed to us.”

And all the while I’m laughing to myself at how stupid old whore Evie is being about this. For despite how things might appear to Queen fucking-bitch Evie and the unknowing persons in the audience, I’m the one who’s in complete control of the situation.

I knew I had to plan this out to the smallest detail because Evie and her band of cunts simply could not be trusted. She was out to get me and I had to let her do that, but on my terms, or else I would never be safe.

First and foremost, I needed security in case things did go terribly wrong. The fact that my initiation was unfolding in front of the entire house of customers tonight probably meant that nothing could get too out-of-hand. But I needed an ace up my cunt as well.

Little did anyone in the cunt pack know that I had been fucking every bouncer I could lay my hand on in the five weeks since I first started working at the club. Take, for example, Mike, Evie’s on-again, off-again paramour. I must have done him about twenty times already. Shit, why drive three hours back to my dorm after a night of sex at the club on Friday only to have to drive three hours back the next evening for Saturday night’s session? Just stay someplace local. One of the single bouncer’s pad, like Mike’s. Or one of the married bouncer’s safe houses. And whether married or single, I let them all enjoy my younger, tighter pussy in comparison to that tired, old bitch.

Then, to insure my safety during my initiation weekend, I had a 15 bouncer gang-bang going over the weekend preceding this one. When none of us were working that weekend, it turned into quite a wild fuck- and suck-fest. I let these guys come in an on every part of me.

And you know the funny part? You wouldn’t believe the nasty things these guys had say about the cunt pack! Every one that is, except not quite as much for Jody. I certainly picked up a ton of good gossip to use if and when I needed it. But my real goal for that weekend was a complete success. I became the desire of each and every one of those bouncers.

The bonus was Evie had finally and completely fallen out of favor with all of them, especially after I had demonstrated they could do anything they want to me. They had all tired of Evie’s controlling game-playing tactics, not only with all of them, but with the other strippers, too. I now knew every single one of the bouncers had my back!

As for the rest of my plan, I had to make it seem as if Evie were doing things to me that I found revolting. But that was the beauty of my little scheme.

It didn’t take a fucking genius to know that as part of my initiation Evie is going to play the part of my dominatrix. And all along since I first started working at the club, I’ve been acting in her presence like I was a tough little bitch who would stand up to her.

But that’s what’s so fucking ironic. If Evie only knew, instead, that there probably are not too many more submissive little country twats in the world than I. As much as I could predict that I was going to have the greatest orgasmic experience of my life these next three nights, I knew I was going to have to play this just right. Make Evie think she’s dominating a feisty, unwilling victim. Because if I give in too quickly, she’ll never leave me alone. She’s that fucking transparent.

And sure enough, our intimate time together in front of over 500 people in the club this Friday night was going to start right now. Evie tosses the mike over to Craig, who would resume the duties of emcee and keep the crowd revved up. That pretty much means all he has to do is hold the microphone near Evie, Missy and me because we’re ready to give the crowd the show of a lifetime.

Evie shoves both hands deeper and deeper into the dark purple slime. She signals with her head to Craig to bring the mike over to her. “She this crap, you little country twat?” as she looks me straight in the eye. “I am so tempted to just smother your face and hair with the gunk I have in my hands. But as humiliating as that might be, and will be when I get around to it, I have another target I consider far more worthwhile to start.”

And with that, she orders her inebriated lesbian lover to open the front and back of my panties, practically completely exposing my entire crotch and ass to the crowd.

Then, it happens. Two handfuls of the thickest, slickest, slimiest goo imaginable rush down the front and back where my panties had just been. Evie then slams her hands against the outside of the front and back panels of my knickers cramming the jam deep into my crotch and ass.

But I couldn’t let Evie see that I’m enjoying this as much, if not more, than she. At least not yet. Nor could I let anyone else figure that out. This was part of the script I had written for myself. That I would show a look of disgust and violation on my face for what was being done to me against my will. And I knew I could play that part very well. At least act that way, until I finally give in and submit to Evie’s will because then she will believe she has conquered me.

As Evie starts grinding the jam into my body through my panties, I suddenly become the psychotic bitch, screaming at her, “Oh my god! Oh my god! You fucking lunatic! What are you fucking doing to me?” I yell at her without taking any breaths. I start violently yanking at the handcuffs behind me as if I could snap them in two over the rope of the ring, or make my cuffs cut through the rope if I pull hard enough. Shit, my first burst of strength nearly bowls over the rail-thin Missy.

“Oh great,” screams Evie. “My little country twat’s going to play the role of the big bucking filly unwilling to be broken.” The bitch next gets real close to my ear, but speaks in a more than loud enough voice for the nearby mike to hear. “And I’m about to break you in real good my little filly.”

Evie then quickly reaches back down in the blackberry sauce, grabbs two more handfuls, and right on clue, Missy re-opens my panties and Evie thrusts her jelly filled hands back against my cunt and ass.

But this time is a little different. Now, she’s inside my panties. Next thing I know, two of her long fingers slide up my cunt along with the blackberry pieces still in Evie’s right hand, and two fingers from her left hand are ramming up my butt hole. The sick slut is even scooping up some of the jam collected in my panties and sliding it up both my holes

I scream at the top of my lungs in feigned pain at my "victimization." “Owwwwwwwww! Owwwwwwwww! That fucking hurts! Stop that! This is rape! That’s what this is! You’re raping me! You’ll go away for 20 years for this! Stop!”

I’m kicking and wiggling more than ever, but Evie has me at a great disadvantaged because I have little maneuvering room. She nods to Craig to keep the mike away as her personal taunting of me intensifies.

Speaking softly, but firmly and quickly in my ear I hear, “You didn’t think I was going to let you get away with your little game plan of just getting a little messy, did you? Not when I’m in charge of this little hen house.”

And now it was time to convince the shithead that she was getting the better of me. “You fucking excuse for a whore! We had an agreement,” I angrily hissed at her. “There was nothing about you violating me like this, you lying, two-faced, stretched-out labia, over-the-hill, envious old bag who can’t get over how much I’m out-earning you each and every weekend.”

I know I struck a real tender chord with that line. I'm even a little worried that I might have overplayed my hand, but I have to make the old queen really believe I’m completely pissed at her for violating me like this, when deep inside I’m doing everything in my power not to cum too quickly.

And my little gambit is working almost to perfection because Evie’s not losing her temper and acting like a wild animal. Instead, she’s calmly and perversely enjoying my dilemma because she has me just where she wants me. Completely at her mercy.

And for the next five minutes, I become little more than a gunging victim of not just one angry bitch, but for her lover as well. Evie’s finger-fucking continues in both my holes with Missy initially replenishing the vile purple slime inside the front and back of my panties.

But now, Missy turns her attention to securing her own personal vengeance on me. Still wearing my sunglasses, I see the bony-assed excuse for a woman gradually filling a deep mixing bowl with the blackberry jam. With each cup of glop plopping into the bowl, her smile grows a little wider, cup by cup. My breathing gets going a little faster at the thought of what she is going to do with that bowl soon.

And with that Evie turns to Mike the head bouncer and gives him a huge smile as if to say, “I’m going to teach this little country twat the lesson of her life, and you’re going to let me totally get away with it, right?” And Mike answers, a little sarcastically, “Right.”

But when the old whore returns her attention to my pussy, I exchange a look with Mike, despite the shading from my glasses, which lets him know that this is going perfectly fine by me. He even gives me a quick wink for he’s certainly loving the show. As top bouncer, he has scheduled his position closest to the action, which is exactly where I want him in case things suddenly go very wrong.

Incidentally my breathing isn’t growing in rapidity just in anticipation of Missy’s massive gunging preparation. That fucking Evie certainly knows her way inside another female’s pussy. For, with my panties now completely stripped off by Evie, she is putting all her attention on my G-spot, something most of the boys I’ve fucked could never locate. But this cunt’s really perverted. She’s even taking bits of raw blackberry and squeezing the juice out of them against my spot.

The sensation of the bumpy skin of the whole blackberry rubbing all around my gushing spot, joining the juice of the compressed berry, is doing amazing things to the inner gyrations going on both within my body and within my mind.

And the crowd’s clearly getting off on watching my perverse violation, which is getting me more and more turned on. The strippers had all been given about a half hour break to let our show unfold uninterrupted, but the time for all of them to cash in on our pumping up the crowd was now.

Plus, I get to watch the “fruit” of all my planning and public humiliation come to fruition. The people at the tables surrounding the ring are rapidly replicating what I assumed mythology books refer to as a “Baccanalian Festival.” The strippers aren’t even bothering taking their clients into the back rooms. They’re having open sex, right in front of us.

I can see one of the strippers who’s one of my closest girlfriends in the club, Sue, double-teaming one dick in her mouth and another up her pussy, and she gives me a smile of satisfaction and recognition that we are all about to become very, very well off this weekend.

And that’s because each and every stripper has agreed, as part of my plan, that from the moment I took the stage tonight and each of the next two nights, all our money would be pooled so we’d share equally in our joint work. And rather than cause some of the girls to slack off and enjoy the benefits of the more profitable earners, every single girl is giving it her all. It didn’t exactly hurt that Evie, Missy and I have so jacked up the crowd that there are more patrons looking to fuck someone, something, anyone, that we can’t possibly satisfy every request. But we all certainly are going to try.

The justice in this arrangement, however, is that I'm sacrificing the most money of any of the girls. Because in just a few minutes I will hatch for the audience the most amazing money-making plan ever seen before by the employees of any strip club anywhere.

Rightfully, since I'm going to be the sole recipient of the crowd’s enjoyment, I would normally receive all the profits following the club’s cut. But in order to establish my solidarity with the all of the other strippers, including the ones in the cunt pack, I am generously willing to share my earnings with them.

It also didn’t hurt that if my plan actually worked, we are all going to make a ton of money this weekend. And I would have the fucking time of my life.

So surrounding the five of us currently in and near the mud pit are nearly 50 hot sluts fucking and sucking and licking the men and women paying them big bucks to do so. And getting to watch all that unfold in front of me alone is having a seriously emotional, mental and stimulating effect on Missy, Evie and me. It’s like a competition to see who can get the crowd the horniest and craziest.

And during all this, I have one sick bitch plowing both my cunt and asshole full of disgusting blackberry preserves, with her totally demonic lover getting ready to do what I’m thinking is going to be something rather severe to me with that bowl. All the while, I am desperately holding back cumming because I refuse to give Evie any kind of easy victory, which is driving Evie even crazier with determination.

She looks at Missy and is losing patience once again with her. “Will you quit fucking around. Let’s give it to her now. I think we’ve found, in this little country twat, someone who loves the whole wam sex idea as much as every other member of the cunt pack.”

Missy snaps to attention and quickly finishes filling the bowl. “Here, give me that," Evie demandingly of her. "You continue what I was doing to her. I have nastier plans for this bowl. And don’t you dare lick her until I tell you so.”

Now I’m wondering what the fuck can Evie be possibly thinking? Because she’s completely off-script once again. Something nastier than finger-fucking both my holes with blackberry jam?

Evie’s now mixing the preserves with her hand again, and looking at me seductively, slyly. “How you doing, my little country twat? Getting turned on? Getting closer to orgasm? Hmmmm?”

You demonic bitch, I thought. I bet you know exactly the effect this is having on me despite my best attempt to hold back my cum. Fortunately, your sick partner has nothing close to the sexual skills you possess. Can you read my mind you poor excuse for a whore? Your fingers up my cunt and asshole were getting me really close, but you chose to break off just as I was getting ready for the final build up.

“I had you, didn’t I? I had you ready to explode all over my hand?” Evie quickly struts to get into my ear and, at the same time, get into my head once again. “I wasn’t ready to let you, my little country twat. Not just yet. I need to have some fun with you first.”

And with that, a huge handful of blackberry slime was pressed to my face, knocking my sunglasses off. Oh motherfucking shit, I didn’t know how good this would feel! And she plastered me again, and again, and started viciously rubbing it all in my hair and in my face.

And it figured it would take whacko Missy to scream out to the crowd, well within the range of the mike being held by Craig, “Oh my god, her cunt is gushing juice all over my hand. I think she’s cumming.”

“Shut the fuck up you stupid imbecile of a cunt!” I scream like a banshee at Missy. “Geesh, if I’m one of those who ejaculates when I cum, don’t worry, you’ll know it! It’ll be like you’re drowning in the vodka again!”

And wham, the entire bowlful of preserve slams into my face with the full force of Evie behind it. And that pins me hard against the ropes.

Mountains of the thick purple gunge hurtles into my mouth, choking me. Blinds me completely. And coagulates all over my hair and face.

Evie slips the bowl off my head, yanks me violently by the hair again, turning my head up to the ceiling. She is now every bit of the crazed lioness protecting one of her cubs.

“If you ever speak that way to her again. And I mean ever. You’ll wish you never had.”

I hold my highly vulnerable position for a moment as the crowd collectively oohs and ahhs over this possibly critical moment of confrontation between the two of us. I’m choosing to purposely withhold giving Mike the hand signal we had pre-arranged for when I really needed his help in interceding to free me. I need Evie to totally be convinced that I am someone not to be messed with, just as she needs to convince me. Any other way, and she’ll smell the weakness in my soul and I can never be free of her domination.

I slowly lift my head with all that heavy glop still clinging to it, and to prove my point that I’m not to be trifled with either, I spit out the preserves in what I could best tell was her general direction. In my darkest, deepest voice, with every ounce of strength in my body, I sneer back at her and say, “And don’t you forget that you’ve only got this advantage because I’m handcuffed to these ropes! And I won’t always be. So you watch yourself!”

As I could just see through some openings in the gunge on my face, I scored a little with my spewing of blackberry jam at Evie. She was wiping some of the goo her body and face and looking at me like, "What kind of sick bitch are you." I could sense that my response earned me a little respect from her. It certainly did from the strippers in the crowd regardless of how they were currently involved in having sex with their respective clients.

Ahhhh, now I started wondering if there was another purpose behind that move of suddenly and severely gunging me. Because the only thing Evie truly cared about Missy was how well she could use her. Maybe the quick and total gunging part of her plan is not to let anyone in the club know it’s me! Sure, a few of my regular tricks might have guessed, but once I’m covered in this, it’s only going to be a best guess.

And sure enough another heavy handful to my face and hair, blinding me. And for the next several minutes I’m getting pummeled by bother cunts with handfuls, pie tins filled, and pitchers filled with blackberry preserves. Missy decides to use this opportunity to get out from under my crotch and get back at me for just yelling at her.

I am completely blinded and almost deaf by now. All I can hear are the nearby moans of Wendy and Jody in the mud pit and their discussions about how hot it was to be eating each other’s muddy cunt. And maybe the nearby grunts and sex sounds of a few of my co-workers, like Sue.

And now Evie is taunting me again. “I want to be your first. Your first lesbian orgasm. I know you still have your cherry, and I want it. Tonight. In front of all these people. But first I must finish christening you in the ways of the splosh.” That’s the last sound I hear for several minutes.

For a enormous stream of a stinking, wretch-inducing river of blackberry scum starts sliding down my scalp and face. This is a huge mass, much of it clinging solidly to my hair and skin, not moving anywhere.

And now comes a pitcher of the same into my bra, which was the perfect choice for these kinds of messes. The thick gel had already welled there from the earlier pummelings as the goo slid down my shoulders and upper chest into my bra, and now assisted with this direct pouring, it spread rapidly throughout my entire top, encasing my tits and the surrounding sides and backs in the slimy substance.

Both Missy and Evie could see the tension building in my body. Four hands are spreading the filth all over me, massaging my hair, face, tits, torso, legs and even crotch and ass. They keep rubbing more and jam into my hair which absorbs an incredible amount due to its length. I wish I could see right now, but I imagine I am quickly converting from a pale, blond-haired cutie to a horrible looking deep purple creature.

Evie orders Missy to remain standing until told otherwise. For it’s Evie’s decision that now is the time for her to return to my holes. And I’ve made my decision to finally and totally release my resistence to their toying with me. I am now theirs to enjoy as they wish. I have put up the good fight long enough to prove my point, to prove my mettle. I want the two of them to take me whole.

Missy smears her face into mine, causing both intrigue and revulsion on my part. I’m quickly learning how to let her tongue stud tease the sensitive underside of my tongue as she drenches me with more of the jam being poured by a pitcher. We begin sharing thick blackberries in our mouths, and I am tonguing her now as fiercely as she is doing me.

And all this time, Evie is left to explore the lower half of my body. She must have filled another deep bowl, or is catching the drippings as it slides down my body. For her hands are smearing preserve all over my crotch and ass as she exits and re-enters my holes with new bits of blackberry and gel.

And finally, the moment we have both been waiting for. Evie takes her first lick of my clit, and I’m instantly on fire. I feel something I’ve never known before. A rush of something leaving my body rapidly. It can’t be urine. It simply can’t. Maybe some of the vodka got trapped in a fold of flesh somehow.

Whatever it is, I am close and getting closer by the moment. My hands and arms are completely useless. My legs are quivering at the difficulties of supporting my weight. More and more of the filthy sludge is slapping up against me from both top and bottom.

Missy begins getting a little rough with me, teaching me a lesson. She is just plastering my head and upper body with handful after handful of the purple slime. Then she grabs me hard by the hair, just as Evie inserts three more thick juicy berries to squeeze against my G-spot. Two fingers, maybe three in each hole. Pussy juice and blackberry juice flowing out of my cunt, and only one of them out my ass.

I’m helpless, at the whim and passion of my captors. No hope of escape. I let myself go. I give in to them. I'm falling and falling and I have to give myself totally to them.

And that final mental image triggers the response all three of us are looking for. I surrender my body to them and to myself. My orgasm is developing into the biggest cum of my young life, and it’s about to occur publicly in front of all these people.

Evie’s put aside the tender licks, and air blowing and little pecks on my clit. Her exquisitely long tongue is wrapping itself hard around my little bud. I’m now humping both of Evie’s hands, meeting them half-way down each stroke of my fuck.

My body’s stiffening and collapsing, stiffening and collapsing, as I get closer and closer. And now it’s Missy’s turn to get into my head.

Her face and hair completely drenched like mine, which works perversely on my brain right now. She’s slobbering my mouth and face, mixing the slime between our faces.

But now she decides it’s her turn to get into my head. She moves over to talk to my ear. And yet, even this turns me on because I’m thinking I’m down here in the filth with this sick fuck. How totally sick can I be?

“I wanted Evie to taste you first, because I know you’ll be much sweeter to taste as sloppy seconds. And I love sloppy seconds. I’m not going to just lick your little twat gently and lovingly like Evie does. I’m going to bury my face in you. Bury my nose and mouth and checks and eyes into your smell. And I’m going to do the same to you with my cunt. I’ve made a deal with Evie. I’m your first 69. Your first real woman-to-woman experience. She’ll be the first to eat you. And she’ll be the first you eat. But I’ll be the first who eats you while you eat me.”

And I don’t know where my perversions are working or not any more because it doesn’t matter anymore, because even this sexless twig of a whore is getting me closer and closer. I’m heading to my first orgasm from cunnilingus and it’s like nothing I’ve ever known before. A female’s mouth, much more tender, much more knowing, much more empathetic than any man’s ever.

But now that Missy has broken away from playing kissy-face with me, another unexpected event occurs. Jody has broken away from Wendy, I guess because she’s become enamored with my situation and begins tenderly caressing my head. She begins stroking my hair, adding a little of the thick creamy mud to everything already piled on top of me. She moves her mud covered tongue into my mouth and we share a tender, passionate, lengthy kiss.

I want it. Desperately. I want it here. I want it now. I want it for everyone to see at once.

And I’m sure the crowd is seeing everything but I can’t hear or see them anymore. I’m thoroughly drenched in vodka and thick blackberry jam and perspiration and now even a little mud. And I need is to say what I have to say.

“Stay with me Jody. I want you here. And Evie. Do me, Evie. C’mon. Rub those nasty berries in my cunt. Keep shoving more in. And more. Break them open against my spot. Please. Hurry. More. More. C’mere, Jody. Give me your tongue. I need you now”

And Jody drives her tongue again against mine and holds me firmly and passionately around my head. Somehow she finds a way to weave her fingers between the clumps of blackberry morass, and finds parts of my scalp to caress.

Meanwhile, Evie somehow is cramming both holes completely full of blackberry jam. She no longer has to search for whole berries to break against my sweet spot. They’re floating around everywhere in my cunt.

And with that the buildup is finally over. My cum is starting. My body grows stiff as a surfing board. I’m trying to get out my skin. I need to finish. I seriously need to get it out me. I’m ready. I want it. I want it so badly. I want to give Evie my first girl cum. Right on her face. Shit. Oh, shit.

I moan heavily into Jody’s mouth. And she moans back to me. Evie’s also moaning in my cunt and somehow manages to break multiple blackberries simultaneously against both my G-spot and against the matching opposite wall in my rectum.

There is something about that ultimate violation of both my holes that releases my cum. I am simply blasting off. Rocket ship ascending the tower. Fireworks ascending into the sky awaiting detonation. I can’t explain it. I can’t stand it. Every nerve in my body feels like it’s shooting stars exploding out of my body. I really can’t take this. Oh my god, oh my god.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” I scream into Jody’s mouth and she grasps the back of my head more firmly. She’s not going to let our lip lock go no matter what. And she screams back, encouraging me to do it, to share my first girl cum with her.

I’m now completely supported by the ropes, in some kind of hammock suspension. My feet are certainly no longer touching ground. Possibly Jody and Evie are part of my support system. But it doesn’t matter.

Jody knows I’m really close. She wants to help. She talks to me as she kisses me. “Cum my sweet, Chrissy. Cum for me. Don’t think about them. I want to feel your face as you explode.” She moves to my ear and starts licking the jam and the mud there. “I want you. I want you to cum for me. Show me. Show me the filthy little slut you are.”

Somehow, that was just the combination of tenderness, violation, humiliation and degradation I required. I had climbed the precipice. I had reached the summit. It was finally going to happen.

And all I could think was thank god it was Jody holding me at that moment because I might otherwise have seriously injured myself. I had lost total control. My extremities begin jerking outward and locking into place as I stiffen then momentarily relax, stiffen and mometarily relax.

Jody’s tongue returns to my mouth and that's the final stroke I require. I convulse against the ropes. I'm crying, weeping, screaming. Jody is forced to exit my mouth at the violence of my movement, only to find my mouth once again as she rams her tongue into mine.

And Evie is shocking the living shit out of me. She truly is riding me like a bucking bronco, refusing to exit my holes even for a moment. And that’s what I need. Her driving her rigid fingers non-stop into my holes. Ramming me. Taking me. Driving me to ecstacy.

I pull out of Jody’s mouth for the last time. I’m afraid I’ll bite off her tongue. Her mouth returns to gently caressing my ear lobe.

“Oh, oh no, oh no. oh no. Oh noooooooooo! Oh noooooooooo!” With each long “no” a wave of orgasmic spasms ripple throughout every inch of my body, from my head to my toes. Evie lifts my bottom up, still savagely ravaging me. Jody’s my savior and gets her legs and arms under me. I’m now completely horizontal as I continue my never-ending cum.

I’m screaming at Evie like a wild animal, “Fuck me, please fuck me. Evie, drill me you bitch. You wanted this. Show me how much,” and with that the next wave of spasms start again.

“Ohhhhhhhh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttt! Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiittt!”

My breathing is rapid and short. I’m acting like a wild puppet trapped in the trees during a hurricane, dangling and bouncing on my strings. Evie quickly maneuvers onto her knees, and won’t stop. I can’t stop. I can’t stop cumming. I really can’t stop cumming. I really can’t.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, sink you fingers in both my holes, your evil witch, you sorceress! Please, don’t stop! Please, don’t stop!”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” Oh my god. This is really serious! I can’t stop.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Jody’s caressing me, trying to calm me down. But it’s having the opposite effect! The expression of her tenderness is just to much for me to bear.

“Hoollllyyyyyyy shhiiiittttttt. I’m still cumming!” I breathe out hard. “I’m stillllllll cuuuuuuuuuuuuu.” Jody takes another attempt to kiss me, and that drives me through another round of cums.

The muscles in my sides and shoulders are starting to ache from the violence of my cums. I’ve had enough, but Evie won’t let it end yet.

“Ohhhhhhh, shiiiiiiiiitttt! Oh you fucking whore! Stop! I can’t take it! You bitch! You bitch! You biiiitttttccccchhhhhhh!”

I can feel her mouth swallowing my clit and the surrounding hood as a whole and she’s doing something with her tongue or humming or whose knows what, but I just can’t stand it anymore. It’s too much.

“Will you stop? Please! You can’t be seeeerrrr... ahhhhhhhhhhh. I can’t keep going. I can’t!” “Ohhhhhhhhhhh, my gooooooddddd. No. no. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Jody is heaving with me, sharing the waves I am feeling. Her empathy brings on a new wave. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

I’ve had enough. Seriously. I am absolutely screaming at Evie. “Stop! I mean it! You have you stop! I’m cumming and cumming! No, no! Stop! You must! No, no, no, no, oh noooo, oh nooooo, oh noooo, oh noooooooooooooo!”

And that’s all I can remember. The last thing I recall is feeling my body go, spent, drunk, used, abused, violated in every way imaginable. I am overjoyed.

As I start to come to, who knows how many minutes later, I feel myself hanging against the ropes like a knockout victim punched unconscious into submission. I feel Jody gently caressing me, physically supporting me with her nude, mud-covered body.

Oddly, this is the very first moment I even perceive that she is either nude or completely covered. I was too focused on my own descent into what can only be described as a simultaneous existence in both heaven and hell, to realize anything about her at the time other than her tenderness and her support.

I hang there, motionless, almost lifeless, for several minutes. Bits of dark blackberry jam mixed occasionally with creamy mud slowly slide off every inch of my body and out of every crevice inside my body, but the vast majority of it clings motionless on my body. More than 500 people have just watched the most intense orgasm in my life. I am both exhilarated and a little humbled and embarrassed.

Jody whispers to me, and she is the only one I can hear. “You were magnificent. You had the entire crowd standing and shouting and applauding and cheering your name. I know you have additional plans for tonight, and I promise I won’t interfere with them. Although I truly can’t believe you expect to continue with what you’ve planned for the rest of tonight. But you need a few minutes to rest and recover. I’m not going anywhere until you’re a bit more stable. But I promise that once you are, I’ll allow you to proceed. Here, drink this.” She brings a bottle of water to my mouth and I gratefully drink from it.

And this is only about 45 minutes of the next five hours of the most perverted night of my life. That is, the most perverted until the next night. And that night will only be the most perverted until the next.

[sweetnpied]

Hey guys (and gals)!
I just re-read Part III and caught a ton of mistakes, all grammatical and typos and stuff, but I'm still a little pissed about them. I know Part IV probably needs even more editing, but I can't get to that for a few hours yet. (There is something called work, I'm afraid.) I'll see if I can get to it during lunch, but I'm not sure I can. Please bear with me and by tonight, I should have most of the mistakes removed. SORRY, but I SOOOO wanted to get my story out before the weekend was through, so I can proceed to the next part!
You guys are great!
Smoochies
Christina

[sweetnpied]

Okay. A quickly re-edited Part IV. Although I'm sure I'll have to revisit it maybe tonight or tomorrow. At least most of the mysteries of the original version of Part III and IV due to my hurried writing should be removed.

[messyanthony]

whoa. your an amazing writer.

[sweetnpied]

MA!!
Ya knows I love it when I hear from you guys how much you like my stories! It inspires me to keep on going. Thanks, sweetie.
Smoochies
Christina

[Big Al]

They really are great stories, keep up the amazing work!

[sweetnpied]

Thanks exastris! I still got a long way to go, hun, to finish this one AND the two nights that follow. WELL! I just finished reading Part IV for the first time since, I think, Monday in order to do one more proof-read. Caught a few verb tenses that were wrong (I sooooo instinctively write in the past tense, it's hard to stop that habit). Caught a couple of mispellings or typos. BIG difference between "blight" and "plight". WTF was I think when I typed THAT!!! LOL! But I have to tell you guys a little dirty secret. Reading my own story for the first time in a few days... OMG!!! I have to go offline for a few minutes. SERIOUSLY! I'm really wet! I'll see yas all later!