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VRX 9000: Sex Games
Random Adventures - Pixie's Punishment
Part 3: The Mistress
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The Story:
You slowly come to a heart-wrenching stop as you spot the table you are heading towards, more than a little surprised and worried by it's occupants. The booth is filled to the brim with ghetto black girls each trashier than the next. You immediately lose any sort of hope that your mistress is attractive; each girl that you focus on is either fat, ugly, or both. You almost turn around on the spot, standing in place hidden going over in horror in your head imaging one of these women commanding you to do all of those things each night for the past months. If you had known you would have never of done any of that. Your face turns pale and your stomach does flips as you realize it doesn't matter now; you did all those things and now she has you. Giving a long drawn-out breath you steel your resolve. You'll give this ugly bitch what she wants then you'll go home and be done with this. You slowly step forward and take a better look as you inch closer, a faint bit of hope rising in you as you spot one or two some-what attractive girls. You blush angrily knowing you are just kidding yourself, you've never found black women attractive. You'd rather do absolutely anything else than let any one of these women touch you. Yet step by step you walk up to the booth and all eyes turn to you.
That is when you spot her, your mistress. You have no doubt in your mind that it is her mostly hidden in the back corner by the ghetto trash. She is about a hundred times more attractive than the other girls, her long black hair straightened and well-cared for. Her hour glass figure is perfect, large firm breasts completely hidden under a tight black shirt that doesn't go down past her breasts yet goes all the way down her arms in elegant fashion. Her stomach is flat and on the verge of abs and her ass is thick and shapely, made of muscle instead of fat like most of the other girls. Her thighs are thick and athletic and her waist is slim with brown skin that you can tell is soft to the touch from here. Her tight black jeans show off every curve and the edges of her black panties stick up along her hips just making her ooze sex appeal. Stunned for a moment you have to admit to yourself that she is extremely attractive, even if she is black. You gain a small sense of hope back but find yourself unable to speak too shocked by the whole experience to do more than stand there and stare.
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The woman leans forward and gives you a knowing smile confirming her as your mistress. Before she can say anything one of the bigger black girls stands up from the edge of the booth and walks towards you intimidatingly. She looks you up and down before back over to the woman in the center. "This the bitch you were talking about, Morgan?" She spits, grabbing you by the hair roughly before pulling you to her.
You can only stare at Morgan while wincing, hands coming up to your hair in defense gasping in pain and blushing in anger as the bigger woman just man-handles you. Morgan is the name of your mistress. It is similar to the screen name she used, "MorganaX9". You like the name. Morgan glances at the larger woman and nods and to your surprise she wrenches your purse right off of your arm roughly then goes back to sit down. You consider going after your purse for a brief moment, cheeks flushing, but instead stand there and look back to Morgan as the ghetto trash around your mistress riffle through your things.
"I see you made it on time, Pixie." Morgan speaks calmly over the loud music of the club, an intelligent look on her face. Your mouth opens and closes a few times gaping pathetically as you try to think of something to say back to her. What would you say? Demand she erase every thing she has on you? Promise not to send anything? Tell her to give you your purse back? You find yourself as meek as a mouse, finally closing your mouth looking to her obediently. Are you really so pathetic? Morgan just looks at you with a knowing smile. "I can see you understand how this is going to be." She states before taking a sip of her drink. She gives you a good look over before sitting up and looking at you with an annoyed look. "Hmm. I don't like the tank top or skirt. Take them off." She demands, eyes cold and unrelenting.
Freezing like a deer in front of headlights from her words you can't find it in you to move. Take off your mini skirt and tank top? She wants you to strip practically naked in the middle of the club? There are other girls hardly dressed elsewhere but even this would stand out. You can't do it. You can't! Especially not with this entire table of ghetto trash staring you down. Your lips mouth a protest a few times before you finally close them again blushing furiously. You don't have a choice. Your life is ruined if you don't do what she says. Fuck. You run your hands up and strip out of your tank top letting your soft, pale breasts pull free almost bouncing right out of the pink string bikini making you continue to blush furiously.
"Damn, she is actually doing it." One of the black girls yells out, laughing.
"What a little slut." Another woman yells out.
Trying to ignore them and the massive rising heat in your cheeks, and failing, you slowly slide your hands down and unhook a button on the side of your mini skirt before simply pulling it off of you. Your ass bounces free getting a few more hoots from the booth making you look down to the floor in extreme embarrassment. You are standing in the middle of the club with just two pink strings across your chest poorly hiding your nipples and another thin string running between your legs hiding only your bare essentials. Your ass and tits are hanging out for anyone to see as you stand there trying not to curl up in a ball clutching your mini skirt and tank top with a shaking grip. Less than ten seconds after stripping to your bikini you get your ass squeezed by a girl walking by making you jump and whimper. The girls at the booth get a hoot out of that.
It takes every ounce of self control you have not to run out of the club or to the bathroom, or even to cover yourself. You are starting to shake. Inch by inch you slowly pull your arms away from your body letting your mistress look. Eventually you manage to look up and meet Morgan's gaze and her eyes indicate for you to place your clothing on the table. You meekly step up and place them there, the items getting snatched up by the ghetto mass in an instant leaving you completely vulnerable. Is this really happening? You are too scared to even think right now.
"Better." Morgan says finally, her cold look fading as she looks over your practically naked body in the pink string bikini, ass sticking out because you are forced to stand in your high heels. "This is what I'm used to seeing. I'm glad I decided to claim your little pale ass in person." She admits then looks up to you calculatingly, her ghetto friends calling you all sorts of names that you hardly hear. You are in a trance, so scared and worried you can hardly move or think. Morgan can tell, and looks over to the corner of the table sticking out a little past the seats. "Pixie, grind your tight little pussy against the corner of the table and squeeze those little tits for us. I want you nice and wet for what is coming next." She commands with a calm voice.
This can't be happening! Your body is screaming for you to run away and your mind is saying the same thing. Don't do this! You are already dying of embarrassment, you won't be able to stand this! You feel as if you are not even in your body as you slowly steps up to the corner of the table with a whimper, the constant cat-calls permanently staining your cheeks red in embarrassment. You feel numb as the eyes of all these women wash over your bouncing cleavage and swaying ass with each step.
You feel numb for the next part, pressing your pussy through the string bikini against the corner of the table with a small pathetic gasp. You've never been more terrified in your life! How can you get out of this? It is so humiliating watching these fat ugly black women ogle you! You whimper again as you run your hands up under your string bikini and tug on your nipples, squeezing your breasts off and on as you starting to gyrate your hips against the corner of the table.
Each and every girl at the table has something to say to you.
"What a fucking whore!"
"The little slut likes it!"
"Shit, you'd think she does this all the time."
"Talk about white trash!"
"I think she was already wet, the bitch!"
When you look up you realize the worst part; a good half of them have their phones out and are recording you doing these things in public. As if letting everyone here watch wasn't bad enough! With another whimper all too aware of how red your cheeks are you finally give a soft moan, hips gyrating against the corner of the table with your nipples erect and poking around the sides of the string bikini. They make you grind on the corner for another minute before Morgan is finally satisfied. She stops the proceeding by looking over to one of the girls on the end and hands her a big, thick white and pink vibrator with a loop on the end. She then turns to you as that girl gets up. "Pixie, you are going to bend over the center of the table. I want you to wear this for the rest of the night until I'm sure you completely understand your position."
Before you get a chance to comply the ugly ghetto woman on the end grabs you hard by the hair and bends you over the center of the table hard with a slam. It takes everything you have not to resist or fight back as the ugly bitch presses your face into the table, your hands clawing uselessly against the table as the hook on your back for your bikini is unlatched. You whimper in complete humiliation as the string falls revealing your completely naked back-side bent over the table for the whole club to see. It is quickly followed by the ugly black bitch's hand running right up between your thick thighs to rub your exposed cunt.
"Oh fuck..." You moan uselessly, biting your lip in extreme humiliation as the ugly bitch turns you on. "Noooooo!" You moan again just getting more laughs as you are forced to look into the camera of another cellphone while your pussy gets played with by the ugly fat bitch.
Next comes a hard, stinging slap against your ass as she spanks you viciously making your ass bounce painfully. "Spread your legs you dumb bitch." She commands, spanking you again hard with a full arm making you give a muffled scream as you bury your head against the table in pain. Shakily you spread your legs then, letting her have full access. God that hurt! Why are you letting this ghetto trash touch you like this? Why? Why? Your eyes light up as she shoves the vibrator right up your cunt without warning. You scream into the table in pain while she worms it in until your scream turns into a loud moan. It is so large it fills you completely, shoving in until just the pink base and loop are sticking out of your cunt between your soft, pale thighs nestled between your pale ass cheeks. You just give a humiliating moan as she turns it on at low vibrate and starts to put your string bikini back on, looping the string through the loop on the end of the vibrator so that it will stay and cover the base somewhat. The black bimbo then grabs your hair roughly again and pulls you back standing then goes to sit back down.
Your knees immediately shake and almost buckle as the massive fake cock between your legs hums against every inch of inside you making you almost stumble in your high heels. "Oh my god..." You whimper in humiliation, pulling your string bikini back over your nipples which had popped out with your other hand touching the base of the fake cock horrified. You then look up at the pack laughing and recording you and almost flee on the spot. This is too much. You can't take this! But your mistress has other plans.
Morgan holds up the remote to your vibrator with an amused smile and one of the fat ones slides you a black, round serving tray which hits your side hard. Morgan addresses you, slowly turning the dial up making you shift and give an embarrassing moan. "We've all gotten thirsty watching you act like a whore. Open a tab and get all of us drinks. I want to think about what I want to do with you for the rest of the night." She then proceeds with giving you the exact order and you are sent off with another hard slap on your ass by one of the ghetto trash making you jump and wince.
Walking through the club to get drinks is a nightmare. Just about every eye is on you as you worm through the packed place in just pink high heels and a pink string bikini. The cat calls don't cease and you can't stop from moaning as the vibrator presses against your insides relentlessly with each step while humming faster and faster inside you. By the time you have the drinks at the bar you can't stand it any more, buckling over against the counter showing everyone behind you the big thick vibrator base between your thighs as you cover your mouth trying to stifle a loud moan. You hear a table behind you laugh and point and you sob softly as you see the flash of their phones taking a picture of your pale ass getting violated.
You walk back slowly, legs trembling making it extremely difficult to walk in your high heels. You have to walk with your back straight forcing your breasts and ass out making them bounce precariously in your string bikini gaining you even more looks and a few squeezes of your ass. You can't help but dread what Morgan wants to do with you next. Why can't this night be over already? Why is this happening to you? You just want to run away from this!
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