The crowd cheered as a blinding spotlight switched on in the center of the magnificent stage, shining directly on a tiny masked woman dressed in a white skimpy costume. While dramatic music blared from the carefully hidden speakers, the woman methodically stripped off her costume.
As more clothes fell to the floor, the crowd became more rowdy. Derek, probably the most sober man at the party, thought the performance looked rather mechanical, but no one else seemed to mind. Over the next hour, several more women graced the stage, some visibly nervous and some scandalously lewd. It didn't seem to matter; the crowd reacted positively to each.
Derek fought a yawn. He had seen more provocative strippers at his sleazy local club than here tonight. His cock briefly stirred to life only once; when an extremely agile young woman ripped off her skimpy top, revealing huge bouncing tits. Derek glanced around the crowd as it went wild for the woman fondling her breasts. Disgusted, Derek noted many men furiously beating off to the sight.
Finally, the moment he had been dreading and yet oddly anticipating came. The spotlight lit up the next girl, Julia. Despite her elaborate mask and costume, Derek could spot her a mile away. His breath caught as Julia started swaying sensuously to the music.
Slowly, to the crowds delight, she began peeling off the layers of her skimpy costume. Derek waited in torture as she slowly rolled her thigh high stockings down her long legs and kicked them to the side. Next came her elbow length gloves. Derek felt his heart racing as piece by piece, her flimsy costume dwindled. She had a commanding presence on the stage that left him aching to claim her.
Derek couldn't peel his eyes away as she removed the last bits of her clothing. He barely noticed the cheers and whistles from the audience. He had a rock hard boner and wanted nothing more at the moment than to plow his cock into her over and over.
When Julia, wearing nothing but her mask, spread her legs wide and then dipped her finger between her legs, touching herself, Derek groaned in agony. The crowd was cheering wildly, but when the spotlight went off the revelry turned to hisses and catcalls. The crowd wanted more. Derek ignored the raucous crowd and rushed toward the left of the stage. He had seen some of the other girls led that way after their performances.
He hurried forward as another girl took center stage. The crowd was already anticipating the next act. Derek stepped over a barrier and headed adjacent to the stage down a pathway. He caught a glimpse of Julia being led away in the darkness.
A hand reached out of nowhere to block his progress. "Hold on. You'll get your turn to see the girl. Looks like you're first in line for her. There's three more strippers to go still, so you'll have to wait." The sheer size of the man persuaded Derek to wait.
***
The stage went dark. The screaming and yelling from the crowd rang in my ears. My adrenaline was pumping so hard that my body began to shake. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my arm, guiding me off the stage.
I couldn't believe what I had just done. As I stripped off each piece of clothing, my confidence grew. I felt sexy and empowered and more than a little turned on as each part of the costume dropped to the floor. Although I couldn't see Derek, I could feel his eyes focused on me. I hadn't planned on touching myself, but as I stood in front of the enthusiastically cheering crowd with my pussy begging for pleasure, I imagined Derek taking me right then. I saw myself on the extremely large video screen looking wanton and sexy. That's when my fingers slid between my legs to stroke my aching sex.
The handler led me to the side of the stage and down the stairs. My legs felt rubbery as we walked along the paved pathway.
He turned slightly toward me as the sound of music resumed. A new girl was dancing. "Are you ready for the box? Do you want the fuck box or the touch box?"
I swallowed. "Definitely the touch box."
The rubber-suited man grunted his disapproval. "I'll be standing guard. If anyone gets rough with you, they'll answer to me. Three more girls to go and then you're on."
We approached the strange looking apparatus. It appeared to be an acrylic box, completely see-through. The handler helped me in and positioned me. I could barely move in the tight confines. I made sure my mask was secure before the handler closed the box and sealed me inside.
The strange, seated position forced my legs to spread wide as I straddled a molded lump in the box. I could feel the cold night air brushing against my pussy as it was lined up with a hole in the box. My breasts were forced to press against the front of the cool plastic. I shivered as I wondered what I looked like in this insane display box.
I heard, but couldn't see, the last three performances. When they ended, I could see the lighting in the arena section turn on. Still, I was bathed in darkness. I was beginning to wonder if I was forgotten, when the rubber-suited man approached the box again.
"You're going to thank me for this."
I jumped as a cold slippery object invaded my pussy. Trapped in the tight confines, I could not avoid it. A moment of panic ticked by until I realized the handler was liberally applying lubricant to me through the hole in the box. It was as clinical as a doctor's exam and yet I shivered with excitement as I felt the gloved finger work its way deep inside me. I groaned out loud as another finger poked at my back entrance. It slipped in easily, as the lube coated me generously.
The rubber suited man spoke through the only hole visible in his entire costume. His voice was slightly muffled but still discernable, "They call this hold the bowling ball. It's popular here. Just relax and enjoy, baby."
An intensity of sensation grew rapidly as the gloved fingers slid around inside me, filling both holes at once. A few more moments and I would have exploded all over those fingers. Instead, he withdrew his fingers, leaving me oddly bereft and yearning for more.
He stepped away just before a spotlight blinded me. I could hear the distorted sound of the crowd cheering once again.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could finally see past the plastic walls again. Men had lined up in front of me. I studied the crowd, nerves and anticipation kicking in, when the first man approached the box.
It was Derek! My heart beat uncontrollably. Derek lifted his mask so that I could see his face. He was smiling playfully. "I wish you could see yourself right now, Princess."
Relief flooded through me. He wasn't angry. "Do I look ridiculous?"
Derek chuckled. "Hardly."
My pussy grew moist with desire. "Derek, I've been wanting you for hours. I can't think of anything but you touching me."
Derek shook his head. "I'm not going to poke you through a hole, Princess - it's not my style. But fair warning, when we're through here, you won't be able to stop me."
Disappointment coursed through me. "Are you going to stay and watch?"
Derek laughed, "I think I'll skip that torture. Besides, I have to look for Elise. I've finally seen some women wandering around the grounds."
I remembered my encounter with Elise. "I can't believe that I almost forgot, Derek. I saw Elise. I spoke to her! She was angry - she said you better back off or she would get the senator or something to stop you."
Derek suddenly looked somber. "So, she is here. I have to find her."
A man in line suddenly shouted, "Quit holding up the line. Fuck her and move on!"
Time was running out. "Derek, I saw her mask. It was really elaborate. Red beading with a yellow outline around the eyes. Black feathers poked out from the corners of the eyes. You can't miss it. And, she goes by Sasha here."
A masked man approached Derek. "Your time's up buddy."
Derek nodded to the man. "Okay." He winked at me and said, "Have fun, Katia." He turned and moments later he was gone.
My heart dropped. I didn't want to be stuck in this box getting pawed by strange men. I wanted to be with Derek.
I didn't have much time to think about it, because the first man was already poking at me. He had very crude technique, but my pussy was already sensitized from the handler's earlier ministrations, so it fel
t mildly erotic. He stalked off when he had his fill of groping.
The second masked man was stroking his cock as he approached. When he noticed the small box holes, he muttered some choice curses. To my relief, he left without even touching me, presumably to find one of the 'fuck boxes' the girls spoke about earlier.
One by one, men approached. Some just looked, but most inserted their fingers into me. My frustration was growing. Being exposed in such a sexual position was stimulating, but the rough jabbing was not sensual in the least.
I watched as the next man masturbated as he slid his finger slowly in and out of my pussy. His repeated motions finally sparked an answering tingle in my pussy.
He moaned as he worked. "I watched you up on stage. I want you. Not in this box. Meet me later. At midnight. By the fountain." My heart started racing. His voice was familiar. I had heard it before, but I couldn't place it. My mind groped for an answer. It wasn't Ethan and it wasn't Jackson. Who was he?
Nerves assaulted my stomach, even as I felt a climax building. Less than a minute later, the man was spilling his seed on the ground. He implored me to meet him before he rushed off.
The next two men left me straining for release. I was on the verge of orgasm, but no touch could give me what I so desperately wanted.
I was shocked when the next man lifted his mask and revealed that he was Ethan.
"Hello, Katia. I trust you are enjoying yourself? You look ravishing tonight."
A moment of fear assailed me before Ethan continued, "It's a pity that Alex won't let you play some more. We could have some good fun together."
I remained silent as I felt Ethan's finger swirling around my tight pucker.
"I'm sorry to have to disappoint you, but I must abide by Alex's wishes. I have not seen him tonight. Send him my regards." Ethan nodded and turned away.
A pent up breath escaped my lips when he was finally gone. I surveyed the dwindling line as I barely noticed the next man rubbing the tip of his cock up against my pussy through the hole. He left rather drunkenly when his cock wouldn't fit in any further.
It was two men later when my blood ran cold with shock. I would recognize that voice anywhere. "Ahh… I always love to meet the new girls. Even the shy ones."
The voice was as deep and rich as Derek's, only his was slightly raspier. It was Derek's father, Jackson. I stared at his masked face in horror.
I felt his finger slide into my pussy. Instead of crude prodding, his finger worked slowly around my inside. As it slipped in and out of me, I felt my swollen clitoris being methodically stroked. Jolts of pleasure sliced through me.
When another finger started to explore my tightest hole, a shiver ran through me. My body was betraying me. I fought the growing sensations as they began to build. When his finger slid effortlessly into my back end, I moaned in agony. My mind rebelled against the delicious ecstasy to no avail.
Hot sticky juices flooded my channel as the fingers intimately stroked and caressed my most private parts. I could not hold back. At any moment I would explode with a pent up ferocity.
I almost imagined it was Derek speaking to me when he said, "I want to taste you." His finger left my pussy but was replaced quickly by his tongue. While his finger sensually pumped into my ass, his tongue thrust into my center and flicked at my throbbing clitoris. Wave after wave of pleasure assaulted me. My orgasm was as powerful as it was frenzied. Jackson lapped up the creamy juices as my muscles shuddered their release.
I lay, forced against the plastic walls, panting for breath. Jackson didn't speak a word or even look at me when he was done. He straightened his cape and then left. Shame and misery warred within me. After all I had been through, I had not had an orgasm all night. Then, when Derek's father fingers me, I experience a shattering climax. Oh my God. What would Derek think?
***
Derek peeled back the flap of another tent and peered inside the dimly lit interior. The crack of a whip had him hastily retreating. His brief glimpse of the proceedings had him convinced that Elise was not in that tent.
He had already searched the lower floor of the enormous house and most of the grounds. Methodically, he checked every tent. Nowhere did he spot Elise. He was getting almost desperate to find her - he wanted to end this crazy quest tonight. He needed the ghost of Elise out of his life so that he could concentrate fully on Julia.
Derek grabbed the arm of a girl in a rope harness who was rushing past him, stopping her in her tracks. "I'm looking for Sasha."
The girl shook her head and scampered away. Grimacing with frustration, Derek looked for another girl to ask. Most girls were fully occupied, so he was having trouble finding anyone to question.
After several fruitless minutes, he sat on a small garden bench. He thought about Julia, sexily displayed in that box, for anyone to see. He wondered if she was enjoying herself. If other men turned her on. His stomach clenched as he considered it.
Was Ethan right? Maybe he wasn't enough for her. He certainly hadn't been able to hold on to Elise. And now the obligation he felt to Elise had led him here, to this crazy party, where he just might lose Julia.
He wanted to drag Julia out of that damned box and bring her home. Lock her away from all other men. But he knew that crushing Julia's adventurous spirit would not keep her with him for long. The only way to hold on to her was to let her go.
Derek headed over to the stage. It was littered with groups of people having sex in the spotlights. A particularly large orgy was in progress at center stage and was broadcast in fine detail on the large screen to the right of the theatre area.
Derek paused to search the participants for Elise. The scene looked like badly produced amateur porn. Drunken people of various shapes and sizes fumbled and groped wildly at each other. Derek searched the women, ruling out most by body shape and some by their masks. He looked everywhere for a red and yellow mask.
He was almost ready to give up when he spotted the mask. He stared in disbelief for several minutes before he was convinced that it really was Elise. She was splayed across two seats in the amphitheater, her head hanging upside-down off the edge of one seat. A man was between her spread legs pounding into her pussy, while another was ramming his dick down her throat.
Derek focused on the red and yellow mask, the black feathers flapping with every thrust. When the man at her head finished, he walked away without a backwards glance. The other man continued thrusting into her with force. Derek waited impatiently for another ten minutes before the second man was done. Elise didn't move when the man left. Instead she started fingering herself.
He had spent so much time and energy searching for her, that he didn't care if he had to interrupt her lewd display. He wasn't going to let her get away. He made his way through the rows of chairs over to her.
The mask did not hide her lips. She smiled up at him and licked her lips suggestively. "What took you so long? I was beginning to think that you only liked to watch."
Derek nearly growled back at her. "I'm not interested in what you're offering, Elise."
Elise hastily scrambled to sit up. "Derek!"
She was wearing the standard rope harness that most of the slaves wore, but it did nothing to turn him on.
When she had finally up righted herself, she turned a nasty glare on him. "I thought I told your girlfriend to warn you to back off."
Derek suppressed his anger. "Leave her out of this. This is about you, Elise. You disappeared without a trace - without even letting your family know. They're worried sick about you. They think you could be dead."
Elise looked around and lowered her voice. "They can just go on believing I'm dead - it's better that way."
Derek shook his head. "It's not better for them. They're in agony not knowing what happened. They have the police investigating. The police even suspected I might know something. Elise, you have to let them know you're okay."
Elise smiled smugly. "They'll get over it. I chose this for myself. I'll never go back to that bor
ing life again. This is where I want to be and I have very powerful people protecting me. I'm warning you Derek, don't tell anyone you saw me or you'll regret it. Elise is dead."
The culmination of his anger bubbled up as he thought about all she had put her family and him through her with her selfish behavior. "Dammit, Elise. If you don't tell them, I will. I can't believe you're so selfish to let them suffer like that."
Elise looked petulant. "Don't Derek. Does Jackson know you're a member of his little club now? I doubt it. And what about your girlfriend, Katia? How would you feel if Daddy fucked another one of your girlfriends? You know, you could learn a thing or two from your Daddy. His cock is - "
"You're threats are childish, Elise." Derek interrupted her rant. Besides turning his stomach, this conversation was going nowhere.
Elise slipped off her mask. "You never could satisfy me, Derek. I had to turn to Jackson. You're a nobody."
Derek was surprised at the venom in her voice. He had never done anything to deserve her wrath. In fact, if anything he was the injured party. But he didn't care about past history. He just wanted to convince her to let her family know she was okay.
"Elise, just one phone call to your parents would do it. Just so that they know you are okay."
Elise scowled at him. "No! Once they find out, they'll never leave me alone. I'm happy without them. I'm warning you not to tell them, Derek. Or you can kiss your girlfriend good-bye."
"It's not fair to them." Derek felt his impatience growing.
Elise jabbed her finger at him. "Well, if that doesn't convince you, maybe this will. You've heard of The Senator, Derek? Well, I'm his favorite. One word from me and he will crush you like a bug. So I suggest you just back the fuck off."
Derek's eyes narrowed in annoyance. There was no convincing her. Elise really was dead. The woman before him was somebody completely different. They stood at an impasse for several minutes before Derek left, "Good luck, Sasha."
His head began pounding as he walked away. He sidestepped an amorous couple on the ground and headed away from the amphitheater. He just wanted to find Julia and get away from the whole mess.
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