Good morning, I am Robyyn Hayes, to whom am I speaking please?" One always answered one's cell phone correctly, especially when one did not recognise the caller number.
"That is no way to answer me, girl. Show some respect!"
One felt nauseous, one had not expected Her to call at work. "Ms Jenn I am in the office."
"So?"
One's heart palpated, one felt clammy, one's face was flushed. One remembered; one did not want to; one was compelled to remember, last evening. One had been oneself, a composed sales executive, calling on a client, until one had met the woman whom I now called 'Ms Jenn'. One had insisted that this insolent, overweight factory trash assist one. One had been shocked when she had not; one was initially inwardly pleased when she had bitten back, one relished the opportunity to remind the bitch of one's superiority, to put the trash out. One had been horrified on finding the bitch could fight, when one realised the bitch was winning. One had been abject when the bitch took one sexually, right there in the factory, thankful only that no one was around. One had clung to the bitch, one had needed the bitch to support one when she took one to her car and then to her apartment. One had been mentally, physically and sexually annihilated when the bitch and her 'guy' Will- one didn’t know his surname- had fucked (one used their vile vulgarity- nothing else was appropriate) one in ways one had not imagined possible. One was enslaved. Not literally. But when one had been enslaved mentally can one be anything other than enslaved physically as well
But one had not expected Her to call at one’s office. One mustered one's nerve. "I'm busy, can't this wait."
"But of course, I rang only to say I shall see you this evening. We are going shopping."
One was absurdly grateful for the reprieve. One was almost obsequious in agreeing to meet Her after work.
"But Ms, this dress, it is so short, so revealing, it makes me look like a slut." It was yellow, low cut, so low the base of the V was below my cleavage, one could hardly wear a bra with such a dress, yes one was proud that one's breasts needed no such support but one was a lady, one wore a bra and one wanted to preserve one's assets, again one wore a bra. And the dress was so short; it barely covered one's butt. And then, there could be a gust of air, one thought of the famous picture of Marilyn Monroe, one may have been as attractive as that somewhat overrated star was and though one may have fantasised about an affair with JFK, one did not want to look as tawdry as she did. And the thought of being seated and have that dress ‘ride up’ was too shocking for words.
"So?" She said. She tapped Her booted foot on the floor. She looked at me. One knew that one could not resist that stare, one's knees shook, one shivered, one was all but overcome with the need to kneel before Her, yes kneel in this shop with trashy shop girls and even more trashy customers milling around.
One bit one's lip and found one's credit card.
"Good girl!"
One's heart swelled with joy, one was stupidly happy to have pleased Her
"I'm taking you out on Friday, you will wear that dress and 4 inch heels. You will be at my place at 7.00; we will eat there before we go to the club."
"But", one's voice trailed off at Her stare, it was useless to say one was going to dinner with Auguste. One knew one would have to put him off.
One was most pleasantly surprised at the dinner, She could cook. Cannelloni, rack of lamb with the vegetables just slightly underdone- still al dente- to use a word from pasta cooking and a most delicious and unusual dessert. "My family's recipe" She had said
One had been appalled at the length of the queue when we reached our destination, a rather dingy building, not in any nightlife district I knew but in what seemed to be an industrial area. Ms smiled, "Never mind pet; we don't have to wait." She walked to the head of the line, no one protested. We entered. One wondered why the crowd parted to let her in, was everyone was as much in awe of Ms as one was oneself,? One did not dare ask.
One was astounded at the diversity of the people and their dress; businessmen in black suits and white shirts, working men in leather (or Wal-mart imitation leather) jackets and jeans and all stages in between, women in so many different attire. Some wore garb almost as revealing as the yellow dress She had made me wear- all but transparent clinging tops and the shortest of skirts, boob tubes and again short skirts, unbuttoned blouses tied just below the bust leaving the tummy bare and shorts or short skirts and all of them wearing 4 inch or higher heels. But few- if any wore clothes that made the wearer look as cheap as what She had made one wear. Others in far more modest, sombre, even funereal wear, like Her own: a black or perhaps very dark navy jacket and matching almost knee length skirt, a white blouse, and dark calf boots. Again one compared oneself with Her- or rather there was no comparison; She was a frump. So why, one asked oneself yet again, was one so compelled so controlled by her?
Ms walked to a table near the entry and sat down. She tapped her lap. "Come and sit down pet."
One was- yet again- shocked; why did She call one pet? Did She expect one to sit on her lap?" One stood there nonplussed.
Someone nudged one's back, she hissed in my ear. "What are you doing, Ms Jenn doesn't like having to wait?" I turned, the speaker was a short girl in one of the revealing outfits, a t-shirt seemingly several sizes too small: so tight that one saw her nipples and that she was not wearing a bra, so short that it left her naval exposed, and a skirt so short that when she bent over- one saw her again later- one saw her thong. One noted she’d not have been out of place standing under the lam post in a red light district. She looked like a cheap hooker; she made one look positively decent. "Go on, don't make her angry." She shoved me.
"What are you saying Nikkie?" Ms asked. Meet Robbyn, she's a new 'acquisition'." One heard the inverted commas in Her speech, one knew one was Her slave and one knew this girl Nikkie knew as well. One shivered.
"Just welcoming her Ms." She dropped her voice, "Please just go and sit with her, you don't want to make her angry!" She shoved me hard. I stepped over, I sat on Her lap. One almost blushed with shame, one felt so childish.
"Better late than never." Ms said. She ran Her fingers through one's hair.
One felt so small, so weak, and yet so secure, like an infant on a loved aunt's knee. She stroked one's cheek; she ran her hand through one's hair again.
Robbyn let me introduce you to some of my friends. Taylor, meet Robbyn."
"Hi Robbyn, welcome to Chatro, I see Jenn is taking care of you" Taylor replied...
I nodded, extended my arm, shook her hand. "Pleased to meet you Ms" Instinctively one sensed this woman's aura of power, the same sort that She exuded.
"And this is Michelle," Taylor introduced me to the girl next to her. Michelle stared at me, one knew one was being challenged, one knew too that just then, sitting on Her knee, only a few days after She had so dominated one that one could not meet that challenge, one reddened, one looked at the floor. One squirmed, nestling closer to Her; seething inwardly, one was certain one could have met that challenge only a few days ago; a few days ago one would not have been in such a place; even if one had, would not recognized the challenge for what it was.
Ms stroked my hair, she whispered, "its ok pet." Once more there was this rush of wellbeing, one knew one was cared for, She would look after me, one was accepted and one had one's place. Ms Jenn went on, "Meet Lyn, and Nikkie you've already met and then Debbie, completes our introductions." I nodded to the woman sitting next to Taylor, to Nikkie now sitting on the floor in about the middle of the group and to Debbie who was sitting at Lynn’s feet. One knew that Lynn owned Debbie, Lynn was playing with Debbie's hair just like Ms had played with mine, Debbie and I exchanged smiles. She was dressed almost like Nikkie or me, in a way that just last week one would have associated with prostitutes. But there was a difference, Debbie –and for that matter many of the other girls one noticed- was just a little less sluttish. Still, one now knew that one was the same status – or non status -as Debbie and Nikkie. They, like one, were objects, playthings, something less than human; they like one had no status, no position, no rights, but unlike one, they accepted it, they seemed pleased. One was not a plaything, one was not an object; one remembered that one was a successful career woman, that one was educated, sophisticated. But one knew that in this place all that counted for nothing.
And yet Nikkie didn’t even have that status, she didn’t belong to anyone, one smiled, here was someone lower than oneself.
We talked, or rather Lynn, Taylor, Michelle and Ms talked, Nikkie, Debbie and I were quiet. I spluttered Ms Jenn had slipped her hand inside the cleavage of my dress, fondling my breast. One tried to protest, one's hand was roughly pushed away, and one’s butt was slapped, hard. One gaped. The conversation had continued; it was as if no one had noticed. A moment later Nikkie bent across; "What are you stressing about, aren't you grateful your owner is giving you some attention?"
One did not know what to say or do; one was so completely confused; One hated this position yet, one was aroused; one sensed one's nipple firming as Ms gently kneaded it; one sensed one's shortened breath. One kept quiet. Why was one aroused? One was certain that it was not merely the stimulation; no one knew that the situation one was in was doing it. Yet why would one who was a successful, powerful business woman be aroused by this?
Michelle’s eyes locked on mine. One quivered as her eyes burned, one looked down, one felt her eyes still glaring. One heard- one was meant to hear- her stage whisper, “Debbie, look at her, Jenn’s latest toy. Watch her squirm, listen to her whimper, she is such a slut.”
One heard Debbie’s soft, half repressed giggling response, “Jenn is just playing with her. She’s just a bit of fluff.” One flushed, one glared at Debbie; one was sure one could at least stand up to her. She met one’s stare. Lyn Thay’s hand dropped, stroking Debbie’s shoulder. Lyn whispered something then looked at one. Debbie said slowly, deliberately, “You’re nothing, just a toy to be broken, used, traded and discarded when Jenn is tired of you.”
One shivered; a moment ago one had felt that rush of wellbeing, of acceptance, of knowing one was cared for. Now one shivered, squirming into Ms’s lap. There was no reaction; Ms kept talking to Taylor. She must have heard Debbie, everyone else did, Nikkie, Michelle, even some others not in the circle were looking at one. One felt their hostile, pitiless stare, the stare of jackals watching the last struggles of a dying animal, knowing they would soon feed.
One shivered, was that to happen to one? No, surely Ms would protect me. One tried to pretend one was not affected, one joined the conversation. Ms was talking local politics, now that was something one knew. One contributed, one was listened to, one interacted. Ms stroked one’s hair encouragingly; once again one felt warmed, accepted.
A few moments later" a Canadian voice broke into the conversation. "Hey Ms Jenn. I looked up and into the eyes of a little- perhaps five foot four, blonde blue eyed girl in a tight hot pink blouse and white micro shorts, like so many other girls she was in high heels but unlike any other girl she also wore a white trilby hat, at first one thought it was odd, then on reflection one understood she did it as a fashion statement, a way of distinguishing herself from the rest. She looked at me, she coloured, she frowned, she pouted, "Ms Jenn? Her voice quavered.
"Yes Amy" Jenn said brightly. "Oh Amy meet Robbyn." Amy stared, again one knew one was being sized up, one knew that Amy hated one, one sensed Amy almost feared one, but one knew also that at that moment, Amy like Michelle would all but destroy one if we fought.
"Please may we join you? Amy almost pleaded, I glanced at her companion dressed in a white boob tube and white skirt, so short one knew that she would flash her panties each time she climbed a stair.
"Of course, take a seat Amy and Jordy" Taylor replied.
Amy looked at Ms; she looked at Ms Jenn's boots. After what seemed a whole minute, but was probably far shorter, Jenn smiled and Amy actually simpered as she sat at Jenn's feet. Jordy sat on a chair almost next to Amy. Ms bent forward. One squirmed, why was Ms stroking Amy’s hair, why was she whispering to Amy?
“What did I say” Michelle stage whispered again. She glared at me. Amy looked from Michelle to me, to Ms and back to Michelle, she was confused. One knew what Michelle implied, Amy didn’t. One continued with the conversation, pretending not to notice. One tried so hard to maintain one’s composure. One concentrated on that.
For a moment I listened to the others talk. Then Amy's squeal grabbed my attention.
"So you're all out of sorts because Jenn has a new slut. And lil Ms Amy isn't the pet of the week anymore. Well hello! Did you think you were something special?" Jordy hissed.
"Shut it, stop interfering, what's it to you anyway?"
"You got a bad attitude; don't take it out on me."
"I'm not, just leaving me alone."
"You dragged me over here. You thought you'd show me just how much Jenn was into you! And now you're pouting cuz you're out of favour. Like I said, she's got a new slut. You never did matter to her; you never were anymore than a fucktoy."
One shivered, this was what Michelle implied one was. Perhaps she was wrong, perhaps Jordy was right, perhaps it was Amy who was the toy and one was the pet. One so hoped so and yet a week ago one would have regarded all this as just nonsense.
"What's going on?" Taylor asked. Jordy's snarl had got everyone’s attention.
"Jordy's just being bitchy." Amy said
"So what's new?" everyone laughed at Lyn's remark. "Why are you bothered? Why interrupt us with your bickering?"
"What did I tell you Amy?" Jordy snapped. "Just stop mouthing off!"
"It's you, you started this!" Amy hissed.
"No its both of you, you both have an attitude problem; you both need to learn to behave!" Michelle joined in.
"Jordy's being such a bitch" Amy repeated.” You should stop her picking on me!"
One hoped that one was never quite so abject as Amy sounded.
"Stand up for yourself!" Michelle said.
"Yes, you're just weak!" Jordy snarled.
"Shut it!" Amy wailed
"Make me!" Jordy hissed. She lifted Amy's hat and threw it, Frisbee like to a man at the edge of the crowd; "Stop being so attention seeking."
"You slut!" Amy threw herself onto Jordy. The two rolled on the floor in a furious flurry of slaps and hair pullings and nails ripping into each others' dress. After a moment they broke apart, scrambled to their feet and stood glaring, their busts heaving as they sucked in air.
Amy attacked, slapping Jordy's cheeks with both hands. Jordy retreated; one sensed she was surprised at Amy's fury. Amy kept slapping, her nails scoured Jordy's cheeks. She grabbed Jordy's hair, pulling he persecutor towards her.
One was shocked; one never expected such a commotion. "What is this?" one knew as soon as one spoke one sounded foolish.'
"There's bad blood between Amy and Jordy; a bloodletting is a good thing now and then."
"Ooof" Amy squealed, Jordy had kneed her thigh. Amy backed off but renewed her assault, slapping hard at Jordy's head. She brought her hands back then lunged. Jordy ducked and what one was sure Amy had meant to do- clap Jordy over her ears failed. Jordy smacked Amy's breasts repeatedly. Amy hissed as her attempts to defend failed, as Jordy pounded the target. Amy clapped her hands on Jordy's shoulders, trying to shove her foe back. Jordy grabbed at Amy's top, yanking her enemy forward. Amy stumbled. Jordy slapped at Amy's face, she hit repeatedly. Amy backed away.
Jordy closed on her with hard slaps, again she grabbed at Amy's top, pulling her towards her. Amy half stumbled, she crouched; she flung her hands round Jordy's waist and shoved. Her tackle worked; again the two girls hit the floor in a welter of blows. Again they rolled around. Jordy broke free; she grabbed Amy's shoulders, slamming her back to the ground. Jordy tried to straddle Amy. Instead Amy slammed Jordy's tummy, her two palms pushing hard. Jordy gasped and fell backwards. Amy was onto her, she tried to copy Jody's straddle. Before Amy had her leg over her foe's body, Jordy had flung her hands around Amy's sides and pushed her off.
I squirmed in Her lap. "You're wet aren't you?" She said. I nodded; one could hardly deny it, but one did not know, one had never guessed that seeing two women fighting would arouse one so. Ms chuckled, a deep belly laugh that vibrated against my back.
The girls got to their knees, trading slaps and clawing at each other. Amy launched herself on Jordy, who at the last moment slid sideways; Amy hit the floor hard, but rolled before Jordy could press her advantage.
The two girls stood again. Again for a moment they traded slaps mainly to the head and chest. Amy tried to knee Jordy's tummy, instead Jordy grabbed her leg and shoved, sending Amy cannoning into a table. Jordy pressed her advantage, she punched Amy's tummy- one sensed the fight was heating up, that the combatants were more serious now. Amy gasped, and gasped again when Jordy repeated the punch. Amy had nowhere to retreat. Seemingly desperate she charged her hands out clawing at Jordy's bosom. Jordy shrieked as her foe's nails ripped Jordy's top apart and tore into her soft titflesh. She slapped Amy's chin hard, snapping the blonde’s head back. She followed that with a punch to Amy's midsection. It landed, Amy all but doubled up. Still bent low she ducked to the side, away from Jordy's next punch.
One sensed Amy had achieved her purpose; she had room to maneuver but she had paid a high price. Jordy was bent on inflicting more damage; she followed Amy firing short quick sparring punches, denying her foe any chance to recover. Amy parried some, but more broke through landing on the blonde’s midsection and her breasts. One knew Amy needed an escape. She didn't find it, Jordy kept pummeling her, Jordy's blows fell heavier, she was hitting with more force, breaking through Amy's defences more often. Amy gasped as each punch landed. She tried to break away, to put some distance between herself and her remorseless assailant, without success. Wherever she went Jordy was there pounding at her body.
"Oh, oh" I gasped, Her fingers were caressing my nipples.
"Don't even pretend you don't like this" She said kneading them.
Again I gasped, I squirmed, I panted, I knew one's face was flushed. I pressed one's legs together, not wanting to betray just how wet and aroused one was. Again one felt Debbie’s glare, one looked up, this time I was sure one could brazen it out, Ms Lyn was watching the fight. One gasped in confusion, what had one thought, “Ms Lyn”; was one sinking to some new level of humiliation?
Debbie stage whispered, “Michelle, Ms Jenn is working her slut. “
“Debbie, she’s going to make Robbyn cum, break her completely and throw her to the room.”
“All she is fit for- a room whore.”
I half rose, one wanted to tear Debbie apart, one didn’t know what she meant, one guessed; one rejected the idea, reminding oneself again that one was a successful, rich business woman.
Ms Lyn looked down, one sensed Debbie had got her attention somehow, Lyn looked across, just as Debbie was looking at me, I felt Ms Lyn- and yes one was using that expression again, I felt her power, her strength of character and sank back in Ms’s lap. One was defeated before one started. One knew one could not defy Debbie’s owner. One looked back at the fight- there was no change, Jordy was still pounding Amy, all that incident, that glare from Debbie till one’s attempt to assert oneself collapsed had taken but a few seconds.
In seeming desperation Amy crouched low, tackling Jordy about the knees. Jordy retreated; she hesitated for a moment, regrouping to renew her assault. In that brief moment, Amy launched herself on her enemy, seizing Jordy around the waist and shoving hard. The two girls fell to the floor. But now Amy was on top, she grabbed Jordy's head, slamming it into the floor.
Jordy groaned Amy grabbed Jordy's head again; Jordy wrapped her arms round Amy's shoulders and shoved, bracing her leg against a table. She forced Amy off her, still gripping her she rolled, they both rolled. Amy scored slaps and worse as Jordy - one sensed half stunned - tried to break away. She succeeded, the two women scrambled, but oh how much more slowly than at the start of the fight
The two little women stood glaring, their faces reddened, their clothes torn and disarrayed;
Jordy's boob tube hung together by a few threads, Amy's blouse had lost its buttons. The women gasped, their bosoms heaving, as they fought for air. One knew that they were both exhausted; one sensed the next round would be the last.
Amy attacked first; she brought her hands up, swinging them towards the side of Jordy's head. Jordy dived; her head crashing into Amy's tummy; Amy wailed and fell to the floor. Jordy stamped on the fallen girl's tummy, four times, Each time Amy squealed. Jordy dropped to her knees; she raised her right knee and slammed it into Amy's shattered tummy.
"No, no more please, please I give." Amy begged.
Jordy stood, for a second she posed in triumph her foot on Amy's tummy. "Up bitch," she hissed. Amy rose reluctantly. Jordy grabbed her blouse.
"But she's surrendered" I gasped, one thought that it would have been all over.
Jordy peeled Amy's blouse from her, throwing it in the air, some guy caught it, he whooped. Jordy stripped Amy of her bra. She made her lie face down on a table, she spanked her. Amy whimpered, she squealed, she tossed her head.
"Don't cross me again slut!" Jordy hissed. Someone gave her some hand cuffs. She made Amy stand with her back to a pillar, her hands behind her back. Jordy cuffed Amy to the pillar.
"Loser!" Jordy cackled, stepping away, into a hug from a man, within a few moments they were making out on the dance floor, I saw him with one hand down Jordy's skirt while Jordy had her arms round his head, they were kissing deeply.
Amy whimpered; some guy was mauling her breasts. He slapped her ass hard. He groped inside her shorts. Amy twisted in her cuffs. The guy walked off.
A few moments later some woman came up, she squeezed Amy's butt, she played with Amy's hair. Again Amy twisted, she shook. The woman tittered and left.
"Don't even think of going to help Amy, she lost, she pays the price" Ms said, how had she known one felt pity for the girl? What was this violent place?
And why did her treatment arouse one so much? Did one wish to be in her place? One couldn’t want that. One was certain. But still the image of being Amy burned in one’s brain.
"Go get a round of drinks" Jenn ordered. One stood, almost wilting under Michelle’s frosty smile as one asked what drinks each person wanted. However, one was made of sterner stuff. One was a powerful business woman; one had had enough of these bitches!
One stood erect and strutted over to the bar, one was- at least at that point, pleased one’s dress was so revealing: “if you got it flaunt it” was one’s attitude at that time and one knew one had much to flaunt, I paid for the drinks myself, one knew better than to ask Ms Jenn for some money or to ask the barman to put it on Her tab. One glanced back at the crowd, one had made heads turn, there were appreciative glances from the guys at the bar. One struck up a conversation with me, he looked away, one saw Michelle wink at him, he winked back.
He smiled, slid his hand on one’s back and squeezed one’s butt. There were only a few people at the bar, but within a moment they all congregated around one, they fondled one, one felt one's skirt raised, someone pinched one's bottom, one was groped. One knew that Michelle has signaled somehow, but what? One couldn't get back to Ms Jenn and her friends fast enough. Ms smiled, maliciously, "You'd better get used to that sweetie. You're fair game here, just meat unless someone is protecting you."
"But if you knew that why did you send me?"
"Because I can. Don't ask silly questions, do you want to be like Amy there?"
One gulped, one shook, one was silent. One didn’t dare ask why Ms had not protected one. One knew, or at least one guessed; Michelle and Debbie were right, one was a mere toy. One shook, one dreaded what would happen, one clung to Ms. One listened to the conversation, continuing as if there was no half naked girl chained to a post less than a yard from where Ms sat.
"So look what happens when Cassie isn't around!" I turned, a short brunette slapped Amy's cheek.
"You're a gutless bitch Laurie; you'd never do this if I were free."
"But you're not." Laurie giggled, striking Amy again. She turned, "Oh it's double delight tonight. Look who's here? Hello April? Look what happened to your friend." Laurie giggled again. "Care to join her?" She stepped up to the newcomer, another small girl, taller than Laurie but shorter than Amy, dressed in a tight low cut black top, a short green skirt and a gold chain around her ankle. A gold pendant hung between her breasts.
A man slid his arm round the new girl’s waist. "Ignore her April, she's just making trouble, let's go and dance."
"You're just scared, how many times have I beaten you?” Laurie hissed, closing on April. ”Have you ever beaten me? Oh ho, you know the answer. Look at you, you're trembling, you're scared of what I am going to do to you."
April made some sort of noise; it was something like a half choked sob.
"You know you can't fight me, where are your friends. Look one of them is right there. Say hello to Amy." Laurie smacked Amy's face hard. "And Cassie's not here. Looks like you're in deep shit!" Laurie cackled.
"So it's true then, Cassie does look after April! Cassie, that scheming subbie slut!" Michelle giggled. "Cassie. I've had her over my knee! "
Lyn smiled, "Well maybe April needs looking after, she can't stand on her own feet."
"Come away hun" the guy urged.
"That's right run off" Michelle said "Go find Cassie, problem is she's not here!"
"Perhaps April is braver than we thought, she's here without Cassie" Taylor added. "Jenn's very quiet" she looked at Ms
"None of my business" Jenn said shortly.
“Since when Jenn? You’ve always had a menagerie of lost girls that you look after. And now you say ‘none of my business.’”
Ms. just shrugged... Taylor raised an eyebrow but said no more.
April turned away, "None of your business either!" she stuck her tongue out.
"Coward" taunted Laurie.
"Bitch" April said spinning round and kicking at Laurie's leg. The kick hit just below the knee, one instantly sensed that Laurie was surprised and that her leg would handicap her in any fight. April struck again, a hard swinging backhand slap that jerked Laurie's head to the side. Laurie retreated dodging behind a table, but not before April had slapped her face twice more.
Laurie shoved the table at April, cutlery and glasses flew off it. April avoided the debris, but as she did so Laurie swept forward slapping at April's face. April defended, blocking some of the slaps, she seized Laurie's arm, jerking her foe off balance, raising her leg clearly aiming to ram it into Laurie's thigh again. Laurie grabbed at the rising leg, pushing it away. Both girls, off balance, crashed to the floor. They rolled around, slapping, yanking at each other's hair, clawing at each other's flesh.
Laurie jerked April's hair hard, pulling the taller girl’s head towards her; she seized her in a headlock. April struggled to free herself, clawing at the encircling arm, kicking, punching at Laurie's side. Laurie twisted, turning the headlock into a chokehold, hissing, "I've got you now bitch."
Jenn yelled, "Come on April you can beat her!"
Lyn sneered, "She never has yet!"
"Go on, April slam your head back hit her face." Jenn encouraged.
April did that, her head smashed into Laurie's cheek, April clawed at Laurie's elbow, she dug her nails into Laurie's armpit, she slammed her head back again into Laurie's face. She squirmed out of the chokehold. Still half lying on the floor, she turned, pushing Laurie's chest with her hands, trying to push Laurie away. She succeeded, she got to all fours then slapped her hands on Laurie’s breasts, pushing her enemy back and down. One sensed she was trying to roll Laurie onto her back.
Laurie squealed she elbowed April's side; she punched at Aprils' tummy. April broke away, smacking Laurie's face once more she got to her feet. As Laurie too got to her feet April kicked at Laurie's side, the first time it hit hard, Laurie squealed, but the second time Laurie seized April's foot, twisting it, pushing it higher, arching her enemy's spine backwards. April slapped, she tore at Laurie's shoulders ripping red rents in the darker girl’s skin. She punched at Laurie's tummy, twice, each time eliciting a gasp from Laurie; she lurched forward, slamming her body into Laurie's.
There was a lull in the conversation, one wondered how these women could be talking of films, of their plans for the weekend, of their work when so close there was another brawl going on.
"Laurie was looking for an easy win, she's' beaten April so often" Taylor said.
"Yup but April is tougher than I thought she'd be. Go April you can do it! Smash her, don't let her bully you." Michelle cheered.
I glanced around, people were dancing, drinking, eating, talking, seemingly oblivious to the battle. Jordy and the guy with whom she danced after she defeated Amy were making out in a corner booth; one could just see them, she was kneeling on his lap, his arms were all over her body, they were kissing. Again one wondered what sort of place this was. Yes there were some -both men and women watching this fight but so many were not, didn't they care, shouldn't someone break up the fight, one knew that any fight in most bars would have been stopped way before this. Here girls fighting seemed to be just another attraction!
April pushed hard, one sensed she was balancing herself on Laurie and that Laurie knew that for Laurie tried to push April with her free hand. Laurie faltered, she stepped back, April leant harder, Laurie stumbled and again the two girls fell to the floor. One sensed that the kick April had delivered to Laurie's thigh at the outset was beginning to tell.
"Eee!" I squealed; Ms had squeezed one's nipple hard. I looked down; the strap of one's dress had slipped down my arm, exposing one's breast. I tried to pull the strap up. "Ouch!" Ms had slapped one's wrist. One blushed, one was displayed.
"Don't make Jenn mad," Nikkie hissed, "she'll just spank you and slut you."
One trembled, one accepted the warning. One let Ms play with one. And one squirmed; one was wet, wet with fear, excitement and lust at being displayed, at being so openly used.
Again the two girls rolled, slapping each other's face, elbowing each other. Again they broke apart. April lay on her back and as Laurie tried to get up, she swung her legs round Laurie's body, trapping Laurie in a scissors hold. She turned on her side, forcing Laurie back on the floor. She squeezed hard; one knew Laurie's tummy was being crushed, that her breath was being forced from her. Laurie squirmed, she twisted, she slapped at April. Nothing worked.
"Go get her April" Debbie cheered. "Argh, ouch!" Lyn Thay had slapped her, Ms?" she looked up.
"Don't be mouthy!" Thay slapped her a second time.
"Go April, squeeze her!" Jenn roared.
Laurie pounded her elbows into April's tummy. April gasped with each blow. Laurie twisted, she prized the scissors apart enough to turn side on, now April's legs gripped Laurie's flanks, she could breathe more freely. Laurie punched and slapped at April, April responded, Laurie clawed at the pit of April's tummy. She broke free of the scissors, twisting then getting to her knees. April closed on her, the two grappled, still kneeling, each wrestling trying to force the other down.
After a moment April broke away, she got to her feet. Laurie attacked, slapping at her breasts, ripping her top open. April tried to defend; one sensed she was on her last reserves, that Laurie would soon claim victory. April backed away. Laurie followed, continuing to attack April's breasts. April smacked at Laurie's face, she shoved Laurie. Again Laurie stumbled. They broke apart.
"Don't let the bitch win April." Jenn cheered
"Get her" chimed in Taylor.
Laurie glanced around. One could only wonder how she felt, so alone, not a single supporter, and one contrasted that with April, she seemed fresher, to have taken renewed strength from those cheering her on.
Laurie attacked, limping- obviously her leg was weakening her. Still she grabbed at April's breasts, ripping her nails into them. April squealed, she slapped, she pushed Laurie, but Laurie maintained her attack. April swung her leg up, striking Laurie in the tummy. Laurie gasped; she staggered, releasing April momentarily. She tried to press her attack, slapping at April's breasts. April squealed, she broke away to just a foot or so from where Amy stood, still chained. Laurie slapped at April's face, April replied slamming her palm under Laurie’s chin. Laurie stumbled, she almost fell. April kicked at Laurie's tummy. Laurie seized April's foot, pushing it high, once more arching April. April squealed. Again it seemed Laurie was poised for victory. She stepped forward, she fell headlong.
Amy had tripped her! April was onto Laurie instantly, she straddled Laurie's back, she grabbed Laurie's head in a camel clutch.
"Squeal for me slut. Squeal for me!" she yanked Laurie's head back.
Laurie was silent for a few seconds, one could only guess at the pain she was suffering, at the inner strength that allowed her to resist the need to scream in pain. But it was too much, she squealed, she begged "stop please stop!"
April kicked Laurie hard; she seized a fistful of her hair. "Stand slut," she ordered, ensuring she was obeyed by hauling Laurie's hair. She ripped Laurie's shredded top and her bra off, again throwing it to some spectators. "Time for walkies" she led Laurie to some of the spectators.
One couldn't watch the girl being groped, molested; one heard her gasps, her whimpers, the taunts of both men and women. "Eeek, ouch" Ms had slapped my butt, she had yanked my hair-she still was.
"Watch, watch what happens to loser sluts" Jenn hissed. "Watch and remember how many would like you where Laurie is, think of them mauling you. Yes you may well shiver," Ms understated it, one was shaking with fear- and -one hated to admit it- lust. "Remember then that while you are here -and yes" she laughed aloud "oh yes you are going to be here often, -remember that it’s only I who will protect you, only I who can stop you sharing Laurie's fate. Look at her, hear her whimper, hear her moan. Oh yes she's a slut on heat!" Jenn dropped her voice to a whisper, "And so are you!"
"Oh, oh god, oh no, oh!" I squealed. She had hiked up one's skirt, slid her fingers inside one's thong, she was stroking one's mound. "Oh no, no please no!" I wailed.
"Do you want everyone to know what is happening?" Jenn whispered, "Go on draw attention, squeal all you like!"
"Ms please, no don't do it. Please stop!"
She did, she wiped her fingers- one knew how damp they were - on one's hair. One squirmed, one hardly knew one's mind, one was on fire with desire, with lust for humiliation. And now She had taken one at one's word. One bit one's tongue.
"Now march!" April commanded Laurie. She forced her over to where Lyn Thay was. "Kneel" she forced Laurie down. "Ms Lynn would you like to use this slut?"
"Why thank you April, that is so kind of you!" Lyn kissed her. Lyn turned to Laurie, "stand up bitch!" Laurie stood, Lyn marched her over to a table. She stripped Laurie's shorts off her. A moment more and from somewhere- one has no idea where -she conjured up a strapon. She took Laurie, there and then, in public! With the toy with all those people around! And Laurie squealed and whimpered and moaned.
April went over and kissed Amy, Amy responded. One thought April was about to release Amy but no she walked away. The man she had been with before the fight slipped his arm round her waist, she turned and kissed him passionately, she slid her hand inside his jeans, they went to the dance floor. I saw them dirty dancing a moment later.
"Ms, I need to use the bathroom." One was abject, one had never asked like this since one had been in elementary school. But one knew one had to have permission.
"Yes, pet and on your way back get another round of drinks." Jenn slapped my butt lightly.
"Nikkie" I tugged her arm, one was so glad to see her, she was one's only friend here, she had warned one, she had advised one, she was the only person who had helped one. One was delighted to see her. "Please; please let me talk to you for a moment."
She excused herself from the man she was sitting with. "Don't go anywhere, I'll be back soon." She kissed him; she ran her hand down his arm. She turned to me, "Yes what is it?"
"Come with me, I'm supposed to be buying drinks. Come to the bar please!"
"Ok what's wrong?"
One hardly knew where to begin. "What is this place, why do they fight, why did you have to warn me, does this happen, look at Amy, look at Laurie, they are being," one shivered, one searched for a word, "violated."
"It's Chatro, I thought everyone knew about it." She saw one looking blank. "How long have you known Jenn?"
"Not three days. Since Wednesday night."
"Oh my, let me guess, you were in a fight with her?" One nodded. "She won?" One nodded again. "She slutted you- took you sexually?" One blushed, one nodded. "Your first time." Again one nodded. "And you liked it?"
One didn't know how to answer. "Err, it’s not like, it's scary, it's terrifying, I don't have any control when she's around, she just does what she likes. And yes, it’s a rush, when she tells you to do something you just obey."
Nikkie nodded. "And it’s exciting, it’s intense, it blows your mind?"
"Like nothing else."
"OK, Chatro is part of the D/s scene. Welcome to the scene. You're going to have a lot more experiences like you've had. But Chatro is also a fightclub. Only girls fight. Both Dommes and subbies. It's a place; no it’s a world with its own rules. Dommes fight for power, for status, to be the Alpha bitch, and they prey on a fallen Domme like jackals on a carcass. It’s primal here, animalistic. You’ve seen the nature films?
I nodded.
“It’s like that, we fight- nothing too serious. There are some unspoken rules; no one is too seriously hurt, no broken bones or that sort of stuff. But where in the normal world people might ignore a comment from someone they don’t like, here we fight.
“Then there's us. Subbies. We fight because we don’t like someone, we fight cuz our Dommes want us to, we fight because we want a Domme's attention. Did you see how Debbie looked daggers at Laurie before that second fight?
Again I nodded.
Debbie belongs to Ms Lyn.”
“That was obvious” One was not blind.
“She is scared that Ms Lyn likes Laurie, that Laurie wants to be Lyn’s sub. So they are rivals. And that was why Debbie was cheering for April She hoped April would humiliate Laurie. No Domme wants a pet who is always losing.”
“But it didn’t work out like that. Look Lyn is playing with Laurie now.”
“Sometimes it doesn’t work out the way you want.” She giggled.” Poor Debbie. And sometimes we fight because we hate each other. One day Laurie and Debbie will come to blows. Jordy and Amy don't like each other; they have fought before That fight started cuz Jordy was taunting Amy. Amy kinda belongs to Jenn. Tell me did you feel her sizing you up?"
I nodded.
"I'm sure she wanted nothing more than to rip you apart! Well. Jordy challenged Amy; she used you as a lever to provoke Amy to a fight. She won, Amy pays the price. That's what this place is like. I said there were rules. One is you do what your owner tells you. You'd better hurry up with those drinks. See Jenn is looking at you!"
I looked over my shoulder, one couldn't see well in the twilight dimness of the club. But one could see Jenn's expression; one could see her tapping her boot. One shivered. "Thanks Nikkie, I owe you!" One hastened to get the drinks.
Again one got fondled, groped, felt up. Again one felt like a piece of meat. But this time, to one's horror, one's mind accepted it for a moment, accepted and even liked it. For one brief but still far too long moment, one felt one belonged here. One cast that thought aside. One did not fight like those other girls, one did not dirty dance like Jordy or April, one did not allow oneself to be groped like those two. One looked round, one almost dropped the drinks tray, one was sure one saw Jordy on her knees in the booth giving her man a blow job. One shivered, but one was going to see for sure as soon as one could. One put the drinks down, one excused oneself, "I'm sorry Ms I need to visit the bathroom again, one is ...err uncomfortable."
Ms threw her head back, roaring with laughter. "Pet do yourself a favour, wrap your thong in toilet paper and put it in your handbag. You'll feel much better without it." She slapped my butt and turned back to the conversation.
One walked to the bathroom detouring closer to where Jordy was, and yes one was right, she was giving head. One shivered, one could hardly believe it, she was doing this in a bar, where strangers could see, she was absolutely shameless. And again for that briefest of moments that strange lust washed over me. One almost wanted to be on one's knees to some 'guy', to have him use one as Jordy was being used. One put the thought from one's head.
One walked back, one flushed as one saw Amy; some man had his hand inside her micro shorts. She squirmed, she gasped, one knew he was masturbating her. She tossed her head, she moaned. One knew he had made her orgasm. One was even more shocked when she dropped to her knees, the man opened his trousers and she gave him head.
One looked round, one was drawn to, one cannot describe how one felt save only to say it was like magnetism, one was compelled to look against one's better instincts, against one's own wishes. One was drawn to look for Laurie and one saw her, eating out Lyn Thay.
One saw other acts of debauchery. Or acts that one would have called that until a few days ago. Now one sees them less so. What does that say about one? One sees the acts and thinks about replacing the girl. One observes the room and wonders what one has become.
One returned to find an argument had erupted. Another woman, -one had seen her when one had brought the drinks back the second time- stood toe to toe with Michelle. She was jabbing her fingers in the air as she argued.
"You're wrong Erika Meani"" Michelle said, she seemed to have reached a breaking point.
"So all you can say is I'm wrong, no arguments, no facts to say so. Just 'you're wrong!"
"Yes, you're wrong!" Michelle slapped the new woman's face.
Meani stepped back; she touched the cheek Michelle had slapped. Slowly she said, "So, we've been bickering for too long. Now let's settle this." She kicked off her shoes. Michele did the same. The two women crossed to that bit of open space near where Amy was still chained.
They circled each other looking for an opening. One watched. Suddenly Meani darted in with a low kick to Michelle's thigh. Michelle danced away, not quite avoiding the kick. Meani followed it, kicking with her other leg. This time Michelle did avoid it but only to find that Meani had anticipated her; Michelle danced straight into an uppercut punch to her chin. Michelle reeled; Meani followed it with several hard, swift punches to Michelle's upper stomach.
Eventually- one knows it was but a few seconds but each second seemed so much longer, so intense was the atmosphere of violence, lust and power, Michelle broke away from her attacker. She crouched low, offering a small target, as Meani also crouched, approaching with her arms out to grapple, Michelle suddenly stood upright, unleashing a kick that slammed into Meani's left shoulder. Meani reeled back, she too stood, Michelle charged at her. The two women met head on, Michelle's force knocking Meani over, sprawling on the ground.
One was surprised at how quick Meani was, she rolled to her knees, she was up crouching before Michelle could take advantage. She came in, trying to head butt Michelle. Michelle retreated. Meani stood upright, sweeping in grabbing Michelle in a bear hug, squeezing her foe tightly. Michelle hissed, she wriggled as Meani started to crush the air from her lungs, she slammed her fists into Meani's side, she swung her head back then did what Meani had failed to do to her, head butting Meani's cheek. She would have hit Meani's nose had Meani not turned her head at the last moment. Meani let her go.
The two girls stood glaring at each other, panting. Meani attacked again, a sweeping roundhouse blow, which Michelle dodged easily, but she fell right into Meani's trap, for one saw that roundhouse punch was a feint. Meani's real move was a high kick to Michelle's side, it hit hard. Michelle reeled back. She recovered to block Meani's follow up punch and to strike back with her own. Meani dodged that punch but her momentum was gone.
One twisted in Her lap, the fight made one even hotter. One was again drawn as steel is to a magnet to look at Amy and Laurie; now they were together, both giving men head. One was sure neither knew the men.
Michelle grabbed at Meani's hair with her left hand; she punched Meani's side with her right. Meani grunted; she too seized a fistful of hair, the two girls yanked on each other's hair, wrestling, pushing their bodies against each other. Michelle kneed Meani's right thigh. Meani grunted in pain but used the chance, while Michelle was poised on only one leg to slam her body against Michelle's. Michelle wailed, too late she tried to resume her stance, she crashed to the floor. She rolled away, getting to her knees before Meani had a chance to capitalise.
She launched at Meani, wrapping her arms round her enemy's legs and tackling her. Meani retreated out of the tackle. Michelle got to her feet. She stood panting.
"Oooh, oh" one gasped. Ms was fingering one again. One squirmed, one groaned, Ms rucked one's dress up, now everyone could see what Ms was doing and that one had no panties. One could only be thankful that most were watching the fight.
The two women exchanged punches, then Michelle clapped a headlock on Meani. She hung on though Meani tried to break it. Michelle dragged her foe down; she tried to slam her knee into Meani's face. That failed as Meani slipped to the side. Michelle though kept the hold on, she tried to slam Meani into a table but at the last moment, Meani thrust her knee up into Michelle's tummy. That blow was enough to weaken Michelle's hold, Meani slipped away free.
Again the two women traded punches, Neither seemed to get the advantage, one could see how evenly matched they were. Meani seized Michelle's top, one thought more by accident, because now Michelle fired punches with both hands. Meani pulled back, still holding the top, which ripped, part came away in Meani's hand.
Meani threw that part into Michelle's face. She followed up with a high kick. Her vision blocked by the top Michelle didn't see the kick till too late to avoid it. She doubled over gasping. Meani followed her success by seizing Michelle's hair. She raised her knee and slammed Michelle's face into it. Michelle groaned; she slipped to her knees. Meani kicked again at the pit of Michelle's tummy. Michelle groaned again, one could see she was hurt.
Meani sensed it; she stepped forward, wrestling Michelle onto her back. Michelle twisted, she turned but she was unable to avoid Meani taking her in a schoolgirl pin. Meani pounded Michelle's tummy with her knee.
"I give, I give" Michelle groaned.
Meani ripped the rest of her foe's top from her. She bound her arms in it.
"Oh, ohh oh!" Ms had three fingers inside one. "Ms you’ll make me cum in public!"
"So?"
One knew She didn't care, one knew she wanted one to, one knew she wanted one to be a slut, one couldn't resist. One couldn't hold back. One threw one's head back moaning, squealing, one came.
Ms Jenn kissed me. "Come back to my place." One tried to pick up the shards of one's dignity and left that club. One knew one would be back. Perhaps one would find out what happened to Michelle.
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As always thanks to my friends who helped me , to the originals of Robbyn and Michelle, to Laurie Breeze who gave me some great ideas and to my wonderful editor Judy. Thanks is not enough to you all.
