The haze of lust returned quickly as I awoke in my cell, hopelessly trapped. As consciousness returned, feeling the cuffs and chains, moaning through my ring gag, I recalled being lost in a sea of cocks as I was used over an over again by unknown men, in the basement of this sex club. My owners made sure I didn't know where it was, and I cursed myself for being excited by that. The slave in the cell next to me looked on with curiosity and sympathy, she was dressed as a cheerleader and chained up like I was. I wondered if there were others, how many, and what I'd gotten myself into as my clitty throbbed at my situation.
Soon, Daddy returned, and I was loaded onto a wheeled cart in my bondage, and taken blindfolded, always blindfolded, out of my cell, to a washroom where Daddy uncuffed me, cleaned me up and gave me my new outfit, an extremely short whorish maid's uniform that made it even clearer what I was there for: to serve and be used. I didn't have to stand long on the 7 inch platform heels with locking ankle cuffs, as he soon put me back on the cart.
"This is the first of your new outfits, whore." Daddy casually informed me. "I'd say to take good care of it, but if the men want to ruin it, then that's up to them. Of course, you'll be paying it off with your service here, along with other things we'll use to keep you in a bit of debt to us. Not that we'll ever let you really pay it off. A little whore like you probably loves that, though." He slapped my ass as he laughed. "Right bitch?"
I moaned through my gag, unable to use words. He was right, and it made my clitty twitch and drip just a little bit more. I hadn't thought of being in debt to these men, but now it seemed like a horny inevitability that I accepted with lust, a new kind of control to add onto the blackmail, the bondage, and confinements. The day was not over, and I was already accepting my place as their whore.
Down the hall to another unknown room, I was put on my knees. My gag was removed, but my hands were cuffed behind me, legs connected by a short length of chain. My collar was chained to a pole in the middle of the platform behind me, as Daddy made sure I was in the position he liked. No blindfold this time, so I could see the grin on his face as he walked over to a panel on the wall, and pressed something there. The platform under me came alive, rising off the ground, and the ceiling opened up. As the elevator took me upward, emerging through the hole, I saw red and purple lights all around, and men everywhere I looked. The elevator came to a halt, and I could see that I was on a stage in what seemed to be a main clubbing area. My breathing quickened, seeing that all of the men were wearing masks, and in various stages of undress. I lost count after 15, but there were more. Sounds of a porno played, and I saw different videos of my adventures being displayed across screens, and even the main projector that cast its image above & behind me.
One of the men stepped up on stage, his hard cock sticking out obscenely. In the light, all I could tell was that he was average, and had a beard. There was no sympathy in his eyes as he slapped my face with his cock, grabbing the back of my head, and fucking my face onto his rod. I sucked like the whore I had become, moaning around the warm intruder as I did my best to use my tongue and lips, even as he was gagging me with his length.
"Good whore, take what I give you. We've been having fun watching all of your videos, and using your stupid sissy holes. I especially like the one where you admit to love being blackmailed and crying. You'll be happy to know that everyone in this room was turned on by it, and they've all paid a cover charge to make sure you're well trapped and fucked. How does it feel, whore?"
He pulled out of my mouth and gripped my throat as I spoke. "I love it.. oh god, I love it.. please keep me trapped, fuck me like the whore I am, oh god i'm such a stupid whore, fuck.." I was cut off as he started fucking my face again, and I did my best to please him. Soon, his cum was blasting across my face, and I saw a cameraman capturing every shot on film. My face in full view, I knew tonight's video would make for a major addition to their growing blackmail library. As the next man stepped on stage, another joined alongside, and in seconds I was alternating between their cocks.
I thought about what Daddy said as I lost myself in the blowjobs, and wondered about what kind of debt I was going to owe. Did they do the same thing to the slave in the cell next to me? How long had she been there, and how did they trap her? The questions fueled my lustful state just as much as the cuffs and chains that kept me on stage, and soon I had 2 more loads streaking across my face, with new men to take their place.
I was too horny to count after 10 men, but several blowjobs after that, my chain was unclipped from the pole, and I was guided offstage, down into the pit of horny masked men. Teetering on the platform heels, shuffling with the short chain on my ankles, I was d****d over a couch on one side, and both of my holes were filled as the men crowded around. My boipussy was already sore from earlier, but still open and ready for the fuckings I was getting now. Soon, the ache subsided, and I felt full, the cock rubbing my prostate as it sawed in and out of me. My brain lit up with pleasure as I whimpered and moaned around the cock between my lips, and my mind went blank for the 2nd time in the day.
After the couch, they used me over tables, chairs, d****d me across the stage, anywhere they wanted. They took me from behind, or had me ride them, but I almost always had 2 cocks in me as my mind was assaulted with perversion, pleasure, discomfort, submission, degradation as I came from prolonged sissygasms. I only wanted more cock, more cum, deeper submission, deeper slavery. At one point I realized that I had been put on my back into a sling, hanging above the club floor, completely surrounded by men as they abused me two by two. Cum was caked on my face as my eyes rolled back in pleasure, passing out and waking up several times before slipping into u*********sness.
When I woke, I was still a mess, and still cuffed. The main floor area had fewer men, but they were still masked. The videos had been replaced with low dance music, and as I focused around me, I found I was in a cage on the stage, left to rest after the men had finished with me. I felt completely broken, sore, and exhausted. As I lay there, I saw the other slave on her knees, leisurely sucking on one of the men's cocks as he sat on the couch, holding her leash while she bobbed her head up and down. I assumed I'd have similar duties at some point, but I closed my eyes again and rested.
The cage was pushed onto the elevator at some point, and I sank into the ground as Daddy collected me. He cleaned me up, telling me what a good whore I was, although I can't remember exactly. I was wheeled back to my cell once I was dressed up in what looked like new schoolgirl clothes, no doubt added to my debt. Sleep came quickly.
I awoke the next morning, I found out later, much in the same position as before. Cuffed, chained, confined. This time, I wasn't gagged, and was grateful for being able to relax my jaw. I looked around, and saw the other slave in the next cell, bound, but also ungagged. She noticed my movement and looked my way.
"Hi... I'm Amber. They told me you're new here, and they're letting us talk for a while. I think they want me to tell you about things here, or how I got here.."
"Hi Amber.. I'm Stacey.. yes please, tell me how you got here, you're just as... trapped.. as me?"
"Yes.. maybe more. It all started about a year ago..."
I listened in her tale, I was a captive audience.