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Regardless, the man's cock stuck out at a ninety degree angle. It was as if he was somehow turned on from the humiliating situation. It was average in size and thickness, surrounded by a fuzzy mass of black curly hair.

  “I am your master for the night, you little piece of shit,” the woman went on, circling the man like a drill sergeant. “And you're going to do everything I say. If you perform well, then I'll reward you. But if you fuck up, then I'm going to punish you until you wish you were never born.”

  Leslie watched as the man swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He said something, but his voice was muffled by the zipper closed across his mask.

  “What was that?” the woman said sharply. “I couldn't understand you, you idiot. Say it again.”

  Once again, the man tried to speak. Despite his increased volume, whatever he said was still unintelligible with the slit of his mouth zipped shut.

  The woman jerked the chain in her hand, causing the man to take an involuntary step forward. In apparent disbelief, the woman made a show of glancing down at the man's feet, then up at his face.

  “Did I tell you to move, slave?” she spat angrily, her neck straightening in indignation “You will be punished for that.”

  The man mumbled something again, incoherent against the constricting mask on his face.

  Leslie watched as the woman sighed, shaking her massive latex horns from side to side. She paced around the man, spreading her hands apart as she approached his backside. With a mighty swing, she lay a powerful slap against his bare backside, her latex hand cracking the skin like a plastic paddle.

  The man jerked upright against the sudden pain, a muffled cry coming from behind the mask. He straightened his posture, causing his cock to wiggle slightly as he adjusted his position. His bare feet were covered with dirt from the filthy club, making a sticking noise as they become unstuck.

  “Look at you,” said the woman, her lip turning upwards in disgust as she scanned the man's body from head to toe. “Fat body, tiny cock – no wonder no woman wants to be with you.”

  The man stood motionless in front of her, unresponsive to her abuse.

  “Get on the floor and start doing push-ups,” she ordered, resembling a drill sergeant more than ever.

  The man began to lower himself gingerly to the floor, obviously uncomfortable with the level of cleanliness in the club.

  “Now!” shouted the woman, laying another smack across his ass with her latex-gloved hand. “Come on, you fat piece of shit. Do some push-ups!”

  The man slowly lowered himself to the floor, struggling to move the weight of his pudgy body. He managed to go down about halfway to the floor before pushing himself back up.

  “Is that how strong you are?” the woman taunted from above. “You're not even half a man. Weak and fat, that's all you are. Isn't that right, slave?”

  The man mumbled something from the ground as he struggled to comply with the dom's wishes. In an added display of dominance, she placed one of her black platform heels on the man's back, the stiletto heel digging painfully into the flesh. Leslie watched as she pressed her massive shoe into the man's back, the point of the heel dimpling the man's flesh.

  “Keep going, fat man,” the woman said. “You're going to do push ups until I get tired!”

  The crowd chuckled at her warped sense of humor, enraptured by the display of utter dominance exerted over the man. Leslie wondered briefly who he was. After all, what kind of man would subject himself to such a display of feebleness? And in public, no less?

  The woman crouched down next to the masked man's face as he continued to exercise, her massive horns stretching high above her head. With supreme confidence, her gloved hand grasped the zipper across the slit of the man's mask, opening it quickly.

  “Do you know why I'm punishing you, slave?” she woman asked, her tone softening somewhat.

  “Yes master,” the man replied. He froze at the top of the movement, his arms beginning to shake from the continued exertion.

  “And why is that?” the woman asked, rising from her crouch. She circled the man slowly, her eyes fixed on an invisible track slightly above the head of the crowd. The sharp heels of her shoes clicked loudly on the floor as she walked around the man.

  “Because, because -” the man struggled, sweat beading down his face.

  The woman swung around sharply, placing her hands on her hips in a display of anger. “Go on, spit it out!”

  “Because I am fat!” the man sobbed, his body weakening against the continued effort of holding himself up.

  “Yes, you are,” said the woman, taking a step towards him. Once again, she placed her heel on the upper part of the man's back, the heavy shoe pushing his body towards the floor even further.

  “Please master,” he begged, “don't make me touch the floor. It's -” his arms shook even harder as the weight of the woman's shoe pressed him even closer to the ground.

  “Its fucking disgusting!” the man shouted, his lower back arching as he allowed his arms to straighten.

  He groaned as the tops of his legs touched the floor, sickened by the realization of his bare flesh touching so much dirt and bacteria. Instinctively, he brought his knees under him as he panted heavily.

  “I didn't tell you to stop!” she screamed at him. “Get up! Keep going!”

  The woman removed her heel from the man's back quickly as she bent over his kneeling body. With her latex-covered hand, she forcefully slapped the bare buttocks and thighs of the man. Blow after blow rained down on the man's naked flesh with such force, Leslie wondered how she managed to do it in platform shoes with those giant horns on her head.

  But still, the woman was obviously a professional. The stinging sound of punishment filled the air as the man sobbed, gasping for air as he struggled to do more push ups.

  “You keep going,” the woman said, each few words punctuated by another blow. “Until I tell you – to stop! Do you – understand me?”

  “Y-y-yes master,” sobbed the man, his back beginning to turn red from the physical discipline he was receiving.

  “What, now you're a stuttering idiot in addition to being a fat idiot?” she asked, her tone cruel and unforgiving.

  “You're so pathetic,” she went on, shaking her massive horns from side to side. “You make me sick. You make all of these people sick.”

  The man struggled to hold himself at the top of his movement, his arms shaking uncontrollably. He rounded his back and raised his bare ass high in the air in an attempt to take pressure off his arms, but nothing got past the woman in charge of dominating him.

  “What the fuck do you think you're doing?” she asked, her voice tinted with savage humor.

  Before the man had a chance to respond, she barked, “That's enough. Get up!”

  Leslie exhaled heavily, not even realizing she had been holding her breath. The tension of watching this show was strangely uncomfortable, yet she was unable to turn away. She stared at the man's mostly naked form as he stood up straight, his massive belly protruding out in front of him.

  “Who is that, Tony Soprano?” asked a familiar voice from beside her, giving her a start.

  “Jesus Jess, you scared the crap out of me!” Leslie said, placing a hand across her ample bosom in sudden relief.

  “What the fuck are you watching, Leslie?” she asked, casting her an incredulous look.

  The crowd had doubled in size as the man stood before them, his labored breaths audible through his leather mask. Jessica handed Leslie a martini glass with a bright red liquid inside, a slice of orange perched on the side. The two girls clinked their glasses quietly before each taking a sip, their attention focused back on the show of domination next to them.

  “Look at your fat stomach,” the demonic woman said, her hands placed on her hips disapprovingly.

  What is that she has in her hand? Leslie thought, squinting her eyes to get a better look.

  A quiet pop sounded as the woman pulled the cap off of a permanent mar
ker. She took a deliberate step towards the man and placed the tip of the pen at the top of his stomach. In a slow motion, she traced the outline of his pudgy belly, making a massive black circle against the pale skin of his body. She circled his stomach several times for emphasis.

  “Now all of these people can see what a fat loser you are,” she said cruelly, her eyes showing evident pleasure in her sadistic comments.

  “Look everyone!” she shouted to the crowd. “Look at how fat this man is! He is so pathetic, nobody will ever want him! Isn't he ugly? Isn't he a disgusting excuse for a human being?”

  She turned towards the man again, her devil horns spinning back towards her submissive slave. “This is your punishment for being fat,” she said. “This is what happens when eat too much, you fat piece of shit.”

  “Jesus Christ,” said Jessica, rolling her eyes. She whispered softly to Leslie, “This reminds me of what they did to us at our sorority.”

  Leslie giggled at the strange comment. “Uh oh, looks like she's going for the kill,” said Jessica, nodding her head towards the strange couple.

  The woman dressed like a demon took a few seductive steps towards the man. His cock was fully erect, albeit a bit dirty from his exercise. He stood with perfect posture, somehow seeming stronger than he had before he was forced to do the pushups. Had his muscles gotten bigger in the past fifteen minutes?

  She knelt down, the curves of her lithe figure stretching the latex bodysuit to its limits. A bag lay at their feet, and she produced a white package of wet naps from within them.

  She tossed them to her slave and said, “Clean off your cock.”

  The man obeyed, pulling several of the moist towelettes from their container. With slow, deliberate strokes, he washed his exposed crotch. After wiping away all of the dirt he had collected from the floor, he returned to attention, tossing the dirty tissues on the ground at his feet.

  When the woman saw this, she stared at the ground incredulously. “What the fuck is this?” she asked, pointing at the refuse on the ground. “How dare you disrespect my club by littering? Pick it up!”

  The man crouched hurriedly to the ground, gathering up the tissues. As he rose again, the woman stormed off. The crowd waited awkwardly as the man stood their, his stiff cock beginning to soften as the woman finally returned. She brought with her a folding chair, which she opened and set on the ground behind the man.

  Before saying anything, she slapped him hard across the back of the thigh. “That's for throwing your dirty cock tissues on the ground, you fat loser. Now sit in the fucking chair.”

  The man did as he was told, his bare buttocks pressed against the cold metal of the chair. His stiff member stood straight up, ready for action. The woman stood over him, bringing one leg up to rest on the naked flesh of his thigh. With her hand, she undid a Velcro strap covering her snatch, exposing the pink slit of her vagina. The man sat motionless, but Leslie thought she detected a sudden awareness in him as the anticipation of sexual release came to the front everyone's mind.

  “Normally I would let you lick my pussy,” she said, her voice sultry. “But I don't know if you deserve it.”

  In response, the man stuck his tongue through the zippered opening of his mask, revealing a tongue nearly five inches long. Leslie gasped as she watched the snake-like organ flick through the zipper like a lizard's tongue. She had never seen one that long before.

  Even the woman was caught off guard by the sudden display of confidence. She recovered quickly, slapping the man across the face. His face spun off to the side, but his tongue still hung through the opening of the mask.

  “You brazen fool,” she said angrily. “Put that fucking thing back in your mouth before I rip it off.”

  The man did as he was told, albeit after a slight delay. With the woman's sex now exposed, she rubbed herself with a latex-covered hand as she positioned herself above the man's stiff cock. The smoothness of her gloved fingers ran along the wetness of her moist slit, her eyes closing as she focused on the delightful sensation. She pulled her fingers from her crotch, slipping one of them in her mouth as she tasted her own juices. Her eyes met those of her slaves who stared up at her hungrily.

  Suddenly, she turned around. With the two of them now facing the same direction, she grasped the man's cock with one hand as she lowered herself towards him. The two of them moaned euphorically as the the man penetrated her from below. The woman's head leaned back, her massive horns spread to the side on either end of the man's head as she released a loud moan, grinding her hips back and forth on top of him.

  The man's hands came up instinctively on either side of the woman's waist. “Don't touch me!” she shouted harshly, whirling her head around. The man obeyed, withdrawing his hands to hang at his sides.

  She resumed her movement, using the strong muscles of her legs to raise and lower herself onto the man's cock. Her ass bobbed up and down as she leaned forward, her impressive figure bulging impossibly against the tight-fitting latex bodysuit. In a truly athletic display of lovemaking, the woman bounced her rear end against the man's crotch as she leaned forward, her upper body nearly parallel with the floor.

  Leslie and Jessica stood there, admiring the woman's fitness more than anything else. They exchanged another look, collectively raising their eyebrows as the woman continued to pound the man's cock into her open hole. She straightened her posture suddenly, arching her back against the man's still form as she gyrated her hips powerfully against his shaft. Her moans filled the air of the club as she screamed loudly, raising her voice to compete with the blaring music.

  It was then that Leslie noticed the businessman who had spoken earlier. What was his name? Donald? He was standing on the other side of the room with his eyes fixed on her. She blushed from the combination of the sudden attention and the sexual performance going on in front of her. Despite herself, she felt herself becoming aroused, a familiar moisture beginning to form between her legs She looked around nervously, curling a stray bit of blonde hair behind her ear. But when she looked back, Donald was gone.

  Frustrated and curious, her attention was brought back to the sex show in front of them. The woman had turned herself around and was now straddling her slave. Her hips moved urgently against his cock as he sat motionless, waiting for his next order from his master.

  The woman's back arched again as she thumped herself heavily against her slave, struggling to get every inch of the man's penis inside of her. The metal folding chair moved jerkily against the floor with each thrust of the woman's hips, moving them slowly from their original position. Neither of them seemed to care, both thoroughly lost in the moment of passion.

  With her back arched, the woman rolled her hips back and forth as she wiggled against the man's cock, pressing him further and further inside of her. Her hands gripped the back of the chair for support as she pushed her hips forward, sending the man's head back in ecstasy.

  “Don't you fucking cum yet,” she said dangerously, slowing her pace somewhat.

  She planted her platform shoes on the floor as her ass rose slightly. With an impressive display of flexibility, she raised her ass in the air until the man's stiff cock was almost free, then shoved her hips forward back to full insertion. Slowly at first, she continued with the long strokes as her lover struggled to sit still without moving.

  “Master,” the man said, his voice rising urgently. “I'm going to cum,” he said, panting against the stifling mask.

  The woman continued to thrust her hips a bit more, stopping only when she felt the man's body tense beneath her. Cursing, she got up, lifting one latex-covered leg across the man's body as she rose. The man's cock was still fully erect, looking larger and more swollen than before. The tip of his penis was red with excitement as blood engorged his member. Leslie stared at his cock, fighting the urge to help the man release the tension herself.

  Meanwhile, the woman paced back and forth in front of her slave angrily. Having been denied sexual release despite being so clo
se, she was understandably agitated. She grit her teeth as she paced back and forth, her emotions getting the better of her. Suddenly she stopped and whirled on the man, slapping him across the face at full strength.

  “You're a pathetic excuse for a man!” she shouted at him. “Its bad enough you have a tiny cock, but if you could have lasted a little longer than you could have at least pleased your master.”

  “This is fucked up,” Jessica whispered to Leslie, who nodded.

  Still, the two girls were unable to look away. The woman's eyes were wide with anger. She regained composure slowly, planting one massively-heeled foot on the top of the chair by the man's head. Half-straddling him as she was, she inserted two fingers into her pussy as she continued to get herself off.

  From behind her masked face, Leslie watched as she stared into the man's eyes. “I was going to let you cum,” she said. “But now I'm not so sure.”

  Her fingers slid in and out of her moist hole, dripping wet from the excitement of the sexual performance. A wet sucking sound squished from inside her as she moved her gloved fingers against the soft walls of her insides. The man stared at her hungrily, both of them unaware that the crowd around them had reached nearly twenty people.

  Light gleamed off the woman's latex bodysuit as she fingered her own sex. Eager for release, she leaned forward for better leverage as her hand moved in a blur against her crotch. The sound of wet flesh splashing against latex squished loudly as the woman pleasured herself, moans of bliss pouring from her throat.

  She screamed against the backdrop of the thumping music as she began to climax. A spray of clear liquid splashed out of her snatch, taking her slave full in the face. She grit her teeth as she fought the intense sensation exploding in her brain, the erotic sight sending murmurs of disbelief through the voyeurs in the crowd.

  The ejaculate continued to pour onto the man, soaking his pudgy body as he obediently sat still. The woman's body spasmed as she pressed her sex towards her fingers, writhing against the unbearable ecstasy of the orgasm. She continued to penetrate herself with her hand, wringing every last drop of her juices in a massive display of sexual satisfaction.