Sarah was sitting in an office-like room with Johannes. He was smiling broadly, obviously very satisfied.
“You did extremely well. I want you to work for me.”, he offered.
“Thank you so much, but I just wanted to scratch this off my bucket-list. I’m not sure, what I want to do for a living, yet.”, she replied.
He continued “You are so very talented. Don’t let this go to waste. You can earn a lot of money here.”
“I’m not a pimp, like you get them at all corners around in Amsterdam. We’re doing business here – and I’m the boss, but my girls are my employees not my slaves, each with everything to be very well: official payroll, they participate in the business’ results, the have full social security and insurance. We’re partner’s here – not a pimp with his whores.”
“That explains a lot”, Sarah replied, “Ginger seemed so happy, so positive.”
“That’s what I’m talking about. My job is to protect the girls and keep the business running, the girls participate in all we’re earning here. Big time”, he explained.
“I see, but I’ve got family back at home, I’ve got a boyfriend and perhaps I’d like to study – I simply haven’t made up my mind.”, Sarah said.
Johannes’ expression darkened, “Too bad. I had hoped you’d like to join us. But I can’t simply let you go – you caused quite the stirrup between the girls. You have sucked the attention of most of the men outside to yourself and topped four of my girls simultaneously. They want you to be part of our endeavor.”
“I understand, but I really have to leave now, you can’t make me stay.”, she said defiantly.
“Well… technically, I can.”, he replied, turning around the notebook on his desk. She could see herself in the window with Ginger. It was a high-quality recording. She could count the remaining hairs on her pussy.
“You filmed me?!”, she exclaimed, nearly pouncing over the table.
“No really, but video surveillance is important for our security. Usually nobody gets to see these recordings, but in case you might decide to put our offer down, we will accidentally post it, notifying some people on the web about it.”, he said with a calm voice.
He clicked a few times, opening a notepad window with some addresses. She recognized them at once. It was HER address-book, from her mobile. “Where did you get these?!”, she screamed.
“Well, you left your phone in the locker and your fingerprint on the items you touched when dressing. So…”, he hinted.
“You’re blackmailing me?”, she screamed, her face red hot with fury.
“I tried not to. Let’s say, I’m helping you to make the right decision.”, he said calmly.
“What do you want, exactly?”, she asked, trying to calm down.
“Ok. Now we’re talking business.”, he said.
“I want to hire you. Temporarily two months at first, if you decide to leave us then, I won’t try to force you to stay.”
“You’ll get a very generous salary, plus participation on the money we make here. This will sum up to at least 5.000€ a month – after tax”
“You’ll have all insurances, social security and everything, and you can live in our boarding house with the girls for free.”
“You work five days a week, from 7pm as long as needed”
“You attract suitors in the windows, and you will take care of them in the club.”
“One third of their payment, is directly added as a bonus to your salary”
“For the first week, you’ll submit to our training specialist. She’ll take care of your body, your looks and whatever is needed to make you ready. She’ll also accompany you on your first assignments”, he closed.
Sarah listened closely, pondering her options: “5000€ after tax, PLUS bonus?!”, she thought. This was more than she would earn in four months of normal work. “Insurance and everything included? Living with Ginger and the others? For free? On the other hand, I’ll be some kind of a freelance whore… But I LOVE sex anyway. Why not get paid for it?”, this sounded too good, to be true.
She nodded. “I’ve got one condition…”, she said.
“Ginger gets the only copy of the video AND all addresses; she is instructed irreversibly to destroy them after the two months. And I want to hear from her, that she accepts.”
“Done. And you can keep the money we discussed for your first appearance in the window as welcome bonus.”, Johannes said at once. He extended his huge hand waiting for her to shake it.
She hesitated for a second, then she did.
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“This is Madelaine, our training specialist. She’ll take care of you during the first week”, Johannes introduced the small woman, entirely clad in black leather.
“Madelaine, this is Sarah. I told you about her.”, he added.
“Hello Sarah”, she said, “glad to meet you.”
Johannes said goodbye and left.
“We’ll start at once. My methods may seem a bit irritating, sometimes frightening to you, but I’ve got 15 years of practice and know what I’m doing.”
Let’s start with the hair below you head. Our girls don’t have any. So, we’ll have to do some work.
Please sit down. She pulled a curtain and presented something that looked like a gyn-chair. The only difference was, that there where adjustable arm-rests similar to these for the legs on the official variant of such a chair.
Sarah hesitated. “I’m not sure, if…”, she started. “No worries, I am”, Madelaine said. Pushing her softly towards the chair. “Please loose the clothes”, she commanded.
Sarah undressed and put her clothes neatly folded next to the chair. She sat on it and put her legs to the rests. Madelaine closed the velcros, fixing her legs to the rests. She placed Sarah’s left arm to the arm rest, and fixed it there as well, continuing to do the same with the right arm.
She took a control panel and tapped a few buttons. The chair tilted to the back, lifting her feet up until her groin was about table height and her head nearly level with it.
Then the leg rests swung to the sides, opening her legs in a wide spread, leaving her slit completely exposed and open. The arm rests slung along the sides to put her arms up to the sides of her head.
Madelaine walked to Sarah’s head. We’ll remove the hair from your armpits and any pubic hair. To make it last, we’ll use an IPL laser. This will definitely hurt, but I’m not sure, if it’s worse than classic waxing all the times. At least the skin is less irritated after a session. How about it? Are you a screamer?
“Well, I might…, it depends”, Sarah stammered.
“Ok, we’ve got customers down in the shop, can’t have that”, she determined. “With a quick movement, she pushed something that turned out as a ball gag into Sarah’s surprised mouth and locked it behind her head”.
Sarah panicked. She pulled at the restraints, to no avail. Madelaine walked along the chair and stood between Sarah’s legs. She put her hand soothingly on her stomach. “Calm down, my dear”, she said, slowly moving her hand down to her exposed clit. Her thumb started rubbing it very carefully.
Sarah’s body shivered; she felt a warmth building up in her groin. And calmed down.
“See, everything’s fine”, Madelaine said, bending down. Then she kissed her clit softly.
She took a device from the rack that looked a bit like a hand-scanner. “Let’s start with the armpits”, she announced. “Brace yourself, this will sting a bit”, she said, putting the head of the IPL to the inside of her upper arm. First Sarah felt nothing, then she had a slightly burning sensation. Madelaine moved the IPL slowly across her armpit and Sarah’s body contracted in the restraints. She bit the ball gag. This really stung. When Madelaine continued so brush the IPL across the armpit, the pain reduced a bit, but didn’t subside entirely. After a while Madelaine switched to the other side and took care of it in the same way.
“Done”, she announced, “now to the bush”. She sat down between Sarah’s legs. Sarah trembled in fear. Madelaine caressed her inner thighs and spoke soothingly to her. “Don’t be afraid, this will be over in no time…”
Then Madelaine put the IPL above Sarah’s pussy and swiped slowly from left to right, covering the whole area, Ginger hat shaved the triangle on. Sarah, thrashed at her restraints, her hands making fists and opening again, her toes curling. She screamed into the ball gag. It hurt like hell. She felt as if somebody hat poured hot plastic on there and was carefully distributing it now.
When the pain slowly subsided, Sarah relaxed a little bit. “Now comes the tricky part”, Madelaine announced. She grabbed her left labia and pulled it to the right, stretching the skin between her thigh and the labia. Then she put the IPL there and moved it up and down. Sarah had no more power to rear up in her restraints. She was screaming continuously into the ball gag. And her voice slowly gave way, too.
After the right labia was treated the same way, Madelaine put the IPL away.
“Done with that.”, just a few single hairs remaining at the perineum and near the sphincter, but the IPL won’t fit there. So, we’ll have to use the old way. She grabbed some tweezers from the rack moved closer between Sarah’s legs and ripped out a hair in a sudden movement. Sarah squealed.
And Madelaine continued. After what felt like a thousand of hairs, she put the tweezers away and said “Hair is all gone and will be for a while. See you again next month for that”, she said happily. “But don’t be afraid: the IPL hurts only, when there IS hair. So, it will be a lot easier next time.”
“One down, two to go.”, Madelaine announced.
“WHAT?! TWO TO GO? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?”, Sarah screamed against the ball gag. To be heard was only an aggressive mumble.
“Now let’s see to the piercings.” Sarah’s head shot bolt upright. She glanced at Madelaine furiously, cursing into the gag.
“What? Men love piercings, you should be glad, that we don’t do any hardcore kink stuff…”, Madelaine shrugged the complaining off. She sprayed the nipple with disinfectant. It felt ice-cold. She took a frightening thick needle, with an open ring attached to the end and moved towards Sarah’s right boob. She placed the tip of the needle just below the nipple and ordered, “Bite the ball, we don’t want you to swallow your tongue screaming”. Then she pushed. Sarah’s vision exploded in white hot pain; then it went black.
Slowly her vision returned, Madelaine was murmuring to herself. “Ah, you’re back. You missed the best part, but I’m finished here. Let’s head to the other side”, Sarah’s eyes flung wide open: “She was going to do the other side as well?”, she thought.
Her jaw muscles ached from biting on the gag, her whole body was sore. She was in a pitiful state. Then she felt the tell-tale cold from the spray and Madelaine’s hand with another needle on her left nipple. She braced herself and this time, Madelaine didn’t warn her, she just put the needle through. Sarah screamed again, but didn’t faint this time. The pain was nearly unbearable. The needle was pushed through, then the ring, detaching the needle after the ring was through. Then she used a special kind of pliers to close the ring.
“Very well. Nearly done”, Madelaine said. “Last will be the tattoo.”
She made a pause to allow Sarah to rage. After a minute or so, she continued “Don’t be afraid, it will only be visible for the chosen ones. We’ll put it to the perineum.
She could see Sasha’s puzzled look, and explained “Your perineum, the place between your backdoor and your pussy”, putting her pointing finger to where she described.
Sarah’s eyes opened wide in terror. She shook her head violently. Madelaine seemed unimpressed: “Sorry, house rules. All of our girls have it.”
She sat down and tilted the gyn-chair even more back, to bring Sarah’s ass was level with her face; then she took out the tattoo set.
Sarah didn’t pass out, the restraints held, why, she couldn’t explain later. With every step, she had thought she’d reached the pinnacle of pain. But she was so wrong. The inking felt like Madelaine had taken a 20inch red hot glowing needle and was trying to reach her stomach originating from her perineum. Again and again and again. She couldn’t tell, how much time had passed, when the woman finally put the gear way and put some coolant on the place she’d worked on. Then she held up a mirror to allow Sarah to inspect her work: Sarah could see the words “WAY IN” in black letters and a red arrow pointing to her pussy, a green one pointing to her backdoor.
She had no power any more to resist, she had no power to fight anymore. She lay still in the chair, trying to calm her breath down. Madelaine removed the drenched gag.
“You tricked me! You said no permanent damage!”, Sarah shot at her.
“…and I kept word. Nothing what we did today is not reversible.”, she answered calmly. “You have two months to ponder, whether you want it to be reversed.”
“Now, let me give you a peace offering”, she said slyly, grabbing a wand type vibe from one rack, taking a double headed dildo from another and lubing it up.
“Don’t you dare”, Sarah hissed, but Madelaine hat already taken seat between her legs again and had put the vibe directly to her clit, sending warm feelings across Sarah’s groin.
Sarah relaxed…
Madelaine took the dildo and adjusted it, one tip at her backdoor, the other at her pussy. The carefully pushed. The sphincter resisted a bit, but could win against the lube: the dildo flopped inside her ass and the other end into her pussy at the same time. Slowly, she pushed further. It took her a while of wiggling and shoving, but finally both ends were completely inside Sarah’s ass and pussy. Then Madelaine started pumping, while the wand did its magic. She didn’t stop until Sarah had had three consecutive climaxes and the chair below was drenched in her fluids.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/121l2rf/the_bucketlist_03_blackmailed