Jacqui - Space Waif
Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights
Chapter 36: Paying A Debt
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 36: Paying A Debt - Jacqui's life was hard as an orphan born in 2093. She went to a number of jobs which she mostly lost for petty theft, or refusing to co-operate with her boss. Along the way she learned to enjoy spanking. Eventually she ended up in jail with a three month sentence for petty theft
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Rape Coercion Blackmail Slavery Heterosexual Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Space BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Rough Humiliation Sadistic Torture Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Food Caution Violence Prostitution
Alf arrived the next afternoon to accept his free visit to the new brothel. What he couldn't understand was why Martha had been so amused at the idea. Free fucks were the standard way for the girls to pay for any favours they asked, and he had helped Jacqui yesterday, she had offered and he had accepted. What was so funny about that? The new, darker skinned Sarah looked a cracker to him, and first go on Csadia at a new girl usually cost quite a lot.
He thought that Jacqui was being a bit stand-offish when she showed him to an Entertainment Room and said, "Mistress Sarah will be with you when she is ready."
That was bit off, freebie or not, he was the customer and she should have been ready for him. Then he looked at the walls. The room was dimly lit with a deep red lamp and he had to peer a little to see the collection of whips and cuffs and chains and leg-irons that decorated the walls of the room. He knew the reason for Jacqui's Place was that Martha didn't like her girls being beaten, but this decor was way over the top.
He touched one of the larger whips and it fell off the wall. As he put it back, he saw that it, like all the other 'decorations' was intended to be useable. Turning to look at the bed he noticed that there were a lot of different ways of fastening the girl down, cuffs, ankle cuffs, straps, even stirrups. Well they certainly meant to make it easy for the customer to thrash his chosen girl.
A whip cracked just behind him and he turned, snarling at the girl to be more careful. Then he saw her ... or it ... or what?
It was the most frightening nightmare creature he had ever seen. It had a definitely female figure, but other than that it was an apparition dreamed up by Bosch or Brueghel or some similar artist. The head was encased in a helmet with horns, so that only the eyes and the mouth could be seen. The upper body had a bikini top made of black leather which shone in the red light as though it was smouldering. Chains ran down from that to the bikini bottom (or was it a pair of jockey shorts?) also smouldering black leather. More chains went down from that to thigh boots in the same leather. The lamp flashed red off the polished chains as the creature moved. A long whip was in the black-gloved hands and it was cracked again, very very close to his ear. Alf thought he was about to shit himself as this apparition spoke in the clear voice of a little girl.
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