Chapter 7
As preparations began for my first evening in the club of the lady, I was so nervous that I was alternately cold and ran across the back. No one had found it worth the trouble to explain to me what to expect. And now it was 9:00 clock in the evening, the club would open in an hour and Kevin brought me into the cellar. I wore my corset and my chastity belt, but otherwise I was completely naked. On the floor we were met by Harald, who greeted me briefly, what I a shy hello 'whispered back, he talked a while with his wife. I looked him interested, because today he was dressed very elegant: white shirt, black pants, black jacket and black tie. He looked like a businessman on his way to an important meeting, but was Harald's clothing made of latex. But I wondered about it and certainly not me. Latex clothes were for me has become so commonplace as breathing. A little more surprised me the baton, hanging on his belt. What should be in the club, a baton be needed? Went there to, even worse than I had been presented to me? I saw me in mind for a tightly tied between two poles and the guests spank my butt. And my nervousness increased even more.
After Kerstin and Harald had finished their conversation, it went down the hall. Then Kevin and I turned right and entered a small chamber. On the floor lay an oversized frame and it was stretched a thin, transparent latex skin.
"Not for long, number 6," began Kevin, "and you will meet for the first time in the club the lady your ministry. Are you getting excited? "
"And how," I replied.
"That is nothing, a little adrenaline rush is often very beneficial. I will now prepare for your role in the club. It will not take long. "
Kevin then brought me two arched, elliptical lenses on the eyes that were fixed with a rubber band around the back of my head. I took my environment now was somewhat distorted, but could still see everything. Then Kevin made to work on the frame and snapped it at their hinges. I now noticed that there were two rubber membranes, instead of one.
"Sit down, Number 6", I asked Kevin.
I put my back to the latex. Kerstin corrected my position by my arms slightly abspreizte from the body and turned my palms down. My legs, they also spread a bit, then she closed the border. I was completely covered with transparent rubber in my mouth and pushed a small latex balloon, I could breathe through the interior. Kerstin mounted inside a pump to the gag, upgraded air and the balloon bomb was safely behind my lips. Then they mounted hoses on all four sides of the frame, pressed a switch on the wall and the air between the two latex layers was aspirated. Created a vacuum around me and I felt like a sausage wrapped in plastic. The latex coating was hard as stone has become and I could not move a limb more.
Ken removed the hoses and now attached to the corners of the short side of my head, two chains. Pulley means they pulled me along with the vacuum bed up until I was in the air vertically. Then she put a rack on wheels under me. A single steel pipe sticking straight up, the frame under my feet was a counterpart is attached and Kerstin slipped the two pipes together. She removed the chains still over my head and then the preparations were completed.
Kerstin was able to easily creating defects now on. It also allowed for the connection between the frame and vacuum bed, that she could turn me around my own axis. Kevin pushed me out of the small chamber and then it went down the hall. Suddenly, I was quiet whisper true, and the further Kerstin just curled the louder became the noise. Soon I heard unintelligible murmur, and finally I could make out individual voices from each other. When we stopped at a door, it was a tangle of confused noisy people. And the wheel was clearly behind this door.
"Only a few more minutes, number 6," Kelly said to me, "Right you'll learn about the Club of the Lady."
I said nothing, not even nodding or shaking his head, for all that I could not. I was fixed motionless. The noise was reduced gradually and then suddenly it was quiet. Kerstin ever attacked the door handle, but without pressing down. Then I heard muffled the voice of a woman - I thought I recognized the voice of the lady - to hold a short speech seemed. This was followed by a brief but intense round of applause, it was quiet again. A shrill whistle was heard behind the door and the door handle Kerstin pressed down.
"Here we go!" She said.
She pushed the two door wide open, with her hands clasped my chassis and rolled me into a huge hall. Thunderous applause surged on around me.
The club was already full. Kelly pushed me sent between tables and chairs across and on both sides densely crowded, guests clapped their hands, whistled and jeered. Kelly rolled over in the middle of a small dance floor and left me there alone. The guests formed a tight circle around me, I marveled at first curious and finally groped me from all sides. I felt hundreds of hands simultaneously on my body and I absolutely could not help it. At least my genital area was protected by the chastity belt. Still, I felt ashamed in the land. Although I was wrapped in latex, I knew exactly how liberally I presented. I no longer felt like a woman of flesh and blood, but I felt like an object that everyone could admire and feel curious.
"Dear guests," echoed the voice of the lady loudly through the room and drowned out the noise. She stood on a small stage and had a microphone in his hand. The stage was to settle on a chair and a massive chest completely empty. "This is number 6, our new one. I hope I have not promised too much."
Concurring applause.
"Would you now please make free the way to the counter to number 5 - our bartender -. Can at their jobs"
The guests were now on me and formed from the door to the bar two rows, leaving only a narrow passage between them freely. The double door opened, and number 5 came into the club. I saw my colleague on this, because as soon as Lady Hilda would hire a new girl, I would take the place of point 5.
She tripped with tiny steps between the guests round. Her shoes were bright red, like the rest of her outfit, and stunningly high. She was wearing a tight latex skirt, which had more in common with one leg, and was thus hardly put one foot before the other. A tight shirt clasped her upper body and squeezed her breasts flat. Instead of their hands I saw only two bright balls - also in red - and I realized the things immediately. These mittens I had worn during my punishment in prison. No. 5 had just half-way done when she stumbled and lost his balance. Buy several guests were on hand and supported her, even before they could fall. The rest of the way it was run by two gentlemen who clutched their arms and led them safely behind the counter. The two had to adapt it to the speed of point 5, because for a normal step of the men they needed fifteen to twenty tiny steps. Although she then crawled slowly as a snail, I could clearly hear the clanking of chains. The wrists of Section 5 inserted in metal clamps and a short chain four inches were connected. I asked her how she tied with arms, this should still fill with fingerless hands ball well, the glasses of the guests, but I was soon to realize that this was indeed possible.
The head of Section 5 was hidden behind a tight latex mask. Two nostrils provided them with oxygen, through two small holes above the eyes, she could see, not much, but it should be enough for her job. Where the mouth of Section 5 was assumed to go through another hole in the mask her tongue - which was not gummed and thus in stark contrast to her outfit was - outside. Through its tongue was a piercing in the form of a thin pin and driven on both sides of the metal were small balls attached. At the piercing were above and below the tongue thin but sturdy threads tied, fastened over her chin on her neck and stretched on a wide rubber band. Number 5 could not put her tongue in her mouth and now, as they had not yet reached their jobs, they drooled and spit like a camel.
The lady took her protege behind the bar in reception and drove back to the guests, for behind the bar had no one lost anything except number 5. That was their little kingdom. Aunt Hilda then saw that number 5 during their work could not get out of balance. She untied the strings from the collar and put them on a thin chain hanging from the ceiling. She flexed both tightly. The tongue of Section 5 has now been drawn up and the girl would no longer can tip over. If they still sometimes lose their balance, they could catch it with his tongue, which would indeed be a little painful, but it worked, it was already been tested over many many nights.
I watched with great interest the measures which they underwent in section 5. I tried to imagine what it would be to his own tongue no longer in control. But I did not succeed. I had to wait until I would one day take the place of number 5. Then I would know from experience how it felt to be a bartender at Aunt Hilda. But I thought I knew it would be incredibly cool. But the lady was not quite ready.
She flexed nor a transparent bag made of latex over the mouth and chin of section 5 Under the chin formed a small bladder and was intended to include her drool. The bag had been introduced a long time ago, because without that thing it had happened now and then that little saliva was dropped into the drinks of the guests and of course they had complained to the mistress. Therefore, these bags were made necessary, although it was extremely humiliating for the wearer, their own drool all night under the chin to haul around.
Finally, number 5 for her job was ready, but first was stupid behind the counter, as it arrived still no orders. The lady stepped onto the stage, took the microphone back in hand and turned to the guests:
"Would you now please make a lane back of the bar to the door. Number 4 is ready to begin their service."
The gentlemen and a few ladies were quick to respond to the invitation. When the two lines were formed, met Aunt Hilda a whistle and the two door wings were thrown open again.
Actually I had expected, number 4 would enter something like the bartender the room. But since I was wrong completely. And the door was open, swept round number 4 between the guests and in a few seconds had reached the counter. Some of the men were scared jumped to the side, especially those who were for the first time here and not the waitress knew the club. Now, however, was number four came to a halt and was the first time widely admired by the guests. I was also surprised at how the waitress moved away. She was strapped to a kind of tricycle. On the metal struts, leading to the rear axle down, her legs were strapped in a splayed position. Her feet rested on the axle near the wheels, where they could support themselves. Her upper body was horizontal - face down - on the upper connecting rod, similar to that strut, as it is only found in Mr. bicycles. There was a saddle not. Then came the handlebars, was at the bottom of the front wheel attached. The steering was very short and like a Bite gag in his mouth strapped to point 4. She gave her vehicle, the direction only by the movements of her head or her mouth. Her arms were along the connecting rod between the steering wheel and stretched down and tied at two pedals. So that they could accelerate and decelerate the vehicle again. Number 4 had the tricycle so well under control, so that they accurately and millimeter could maneuver between the tables.
The waitress ran around naked in the club but not, of course, they had something, and her dress was as it should be different from latex. It shone in red as glaring as their colleague, the bartender, but she wore a tight suit with built-in gloves and socks. Between her legs was a slot so that the chastity belt was good to see. When I looked closer I saw that number 4 exactly the same model as I was wearing, but she presented her intimate zone is not quite as liberal as I am, for her virtue monitor was black. But it was just like I have a tube in the rear and a hollow dildo in her column. Her head was in just such a rubber mask as it was also the bartender. The mad were at the waitress but the extras which are necessary for their jobs. It was cold shivers down my spine when I looked closer, the perverse details. I put myself in their shoes and stood in front of me as long as number 4 had to feel until I actually took her place in his thoughts.
The lady came slowly towards me - in my imagination, I was really strapped on the tricycle - had the microphone in his hand and told the guests the different devices:
"On the back to see a tray upon which you are served drinks," she began, and I felt much the belt around my chest and belly, that the plate was mounted on my back. If I was too hard to pedal, it could happen already, I spilled everything. And it was a punishment, logical. So I would take it more slowly.
This could give the guests their orders, lay on each table was a stack of paper on which the table number was already pre-printed. These papers were given to me then as follows: From My breasts were like ripe melons, because tight latex bands were wrapped around the chest approaches and squeezed off. On these tapes were hung on short filaments two heavy paper holders or clamping boards - one on each breast - and their weight was clearly noticeable. The guests then took their orders only to attach one of the boards and I would roll up to the counter and get what he wanted. My breasts bounced up and down, of course, like tennis balls, much to the delight of the guests.
This did not have to bring all his own pen, the valve of my intestinal tube was attached to a pin. Everyone wanted to order something the could remove him, which was mostly touched my private area and groped, and if the order had been listed, the one attached to the pin back in my gut tube. But I was also - like any other normal waitress in a restaurant - take a tip. This was not in my chastity belt, a slot. The lady demonstrated it and threw a coin that landed in the hollowed-out dildo in my column.
Wonderful, I thought, now I will therefore slowly filled with small change. What obscene things did you have in store for me? Maybe you should put my notes in the butt. That would certainly be fun for the guests and I could do it.
I blinked and realized I was still trapped in the vacuum bed. Still acted like number 4 and the waitress would take a tricycle to the club around and tips to include in their column. Still, it was their job, but eventually I would also take on this role. When it should be, insofar as no one knew, but I hoped it would not last too long.
Gradually the guests took their seats - just three of them sat at the bar, for more stools were not present - and 4 or 5 suddenly had a lot to do, because everyone wanted to drink something at the same time. The waitress went from table to table and soon thick stack of paper pinned to clipboards under their breasts. She brought the orders to the counter and then came the bartender in stress. She tucked the individual bottles between her wrists and fills in this way the glasses and put them on the back of their colleague. One of the guests had rolled me off the dance floor and parked next to his table. While I was at work my two colleagues watched, I felt his hands caressing my breasts. Another patted my butt and I found the tender touches very exciting.
After all guests had to drink, the light was somewhat insulated, and the lady announced number 3. I was very excited to see what role she had, she was the only one that I already knew. Music sounded suddenly from invisible speakers - Maurice Ravel's Bolero - and 3 came into the limelight.
Number 3 took the stage and was - I could not believe it - completely naked. She moved a while lasciviously to the music, then opened the trunk and took the chair. She took out a white garment, swung it over her head and let it glide over her breasts, like a stripper, but that number 3 was already naked. Then she slipped and shiny latex covering her upper body and arms, but the breasts were still uncovered and sticking out through two round holes through his shirt. Then she dressed herself further, was circling her hips and moved erotically to the music. She slipped on latex gloves and latex stockings, and finally she put a tight mask with eyes, nose and mouth over her head. Apart from their shaved step and the breasts she was now completely wrapped in white latex.
Then she took a pair of ballet boot in the chest and slipped inside. The high heels were killing and 3 could now only walk on tiptoe. After she had closed the lacing of the boots, she stood up again and for a while moving to music, which she succeeded despite the uncomfortable shoes very well. She seemed to have been a lot of practice with it.
Finally, she climbed off the stage was to use the catch on one of the tables and invited two guests to follow her on stage. Number 3 got a corset on the chest and pushed it one of the two hands. Before the blanket, an iron rod which was mounted horizontally on two chains was lowered. Number 3 took up and clung to it. One of the guests was the corset tightly around her stomach, the other closed the lacing on her back. They went with her to not squeamish, but number 3 is not complained a single time There was no indication that her laces were too tight.
And suddenly I saw Harald, who was standing next to the stage and the play attentively watching. The baton was still attached to his belt and he took care that the guests are not driven too far. Later he retired again discrete, but always had a watchful eye on us girls. It reassured me that he was always present and protected us from attacks spirited guests. He was a guard and ejector in one, and he took his job very seriously.
After the waist of number 3 was severely limited, she let go of the bar and pointed in the box, because she could not bend down anymore. One of the two guests arrived inside and pulled out a latex panties, which was also white. The special thing about it was the two powerful dildo stuck inside. The audience was excited and the room went wild. One of her assistants gave the slip to number 3 feet and climbed into it. Then they both pulled up the latex her legs. Point 3 spread her legs and the two guests stationed joy donor before their openings. Slowly pushed the dildo into her and the slip was pulled very tight her hips, which number 3 was filled to bursting.
Point 3 indicated again in the chest and the two that she had received help getting dressed, bright eyes moist. There was a single white latex glove and 3 times the same voluntarily took her hands behind his back. Her arms were placed in the narrow tube and made it great fun for the two helpers to pull the lacing tighter and tighter. When they were finished, it looked as if only a single point 3, but slightly wider arm, which was perpendicular to its backbone. Unable to create the remaining utensils themselves, they had to rely on the helpful hands of two guests. As she was no longer possible now to point to the box, they cleared the two now on verbal:
"I ask you, gentlemen, to me the other stuff out of the box and create even more. The order I leave you. "
These were her last words of the evening. One of the two workers had an inflatable gag in his hand, planted in front of number 3, and this opened her mouth wide. He put her limp sack in the mouth, but before he could inflate it, he gave his colleague a gentle push. He understood, pulled the rubber bag out again and, for the first time make the others. This pushed number 3, which had opened her lips still far behind the teeth of a ring gag and tied the ribbons in her neck. For the other guest of the latex bag a second time shoved in her mouth, this time passing through the ring gag and pumped it on tight. The pump and hose it was removed and a valve that caused the air to flow again. Number 3 was now condemned to silence.
The chest contained even more. Next, they put her a narrow gas mask, which of course was also made of rubber, on its face. The chin was strengthened and now number 3 could not move their jaw. Her head was now completely isolated from the outside world, only their greedy looking eyes were visible through small glass panes.
Now there were only two half-shells made of transparent Plexiglas, in the chest. The two men took her out and immediately understood their purpose. They stacked the dishes that were much too high, the bare breasts of number 3 The borders drawn tightly to her shirt and rubber formed a solid bond. Before her nipples in the center of the hemispherical shells small hand pumps were installed. The two guest-operated with joy the pump and the air was sucked slowly. Between breasts and bowls created a vacuum and the boobs of section 3 are inevitably drawn into the shells and thereby enlarged optically. When all air had escaped, her breasts filled out completely and the hemispheres were swollen to about double.
The chest was empty, and number 3 finally dressed in style. The two later sat down again, the number three left the stage and went down on the dance floor. You did a delicate dance, and gradually a few guests dared to the dance floor, mainly because in order to consider the strange creatures up close. Point 3 floated like a white angel on the floor, and that was bad even though they bound, gagged and imprisoned in ballet shoes.
I watched her in fascination for a while, forgot the hands which groped me, and I could hardly imagine that I would one day dance in this bizarre outfit for the guests. Ravel's Bolero was now silenced, and the lady again entered the stage. No. 3 was conducted by some men to their table and was allowed to sit on the lap of a guest room. It was inevitable that she was groped and fondled by many hands. Many would certainly like to push their shafts into them, but since all their openings were tightly closed, it stayed with the request. The submissive object of desire, where you could tuck the mood takes what they wanted, should appear later. The lady took the microphone in his hand and made it this time surprisingly short: "Number 2! Please make room for her, "and already the two door opened again.
I looked interested and asked me to the door, which would take bizarre outfit number 2 well. The more astonished I was when I saw Kevin slowly enter the room. Number 2 was ill or prevented for any reason, and Kevin had to stand in for them? It looked all over for it. Kerstin was in a tight black rubber suit without mask and head to her belt was fastened on one side of a riding crop, on the other hand, a fairly large latex bag dangling down. It maintained high black pumps. Her appearance had nothing extraordinary, at least not for me. I had often seen dressed Kerstin something like this. In particular, the short whip fit absolutely not the image of a slave.
Kelly had shot both arms behind his back and held the handle of a low standing board in their hands, they left behind. The guests were thrilled again and donated thunderous applause. Some crowded close up to Kevin and one of them - he seemed particularly daring to be - came closest to her and pressed his palms on her breasts roughly. He was advised at the wrong thing. Kelly had the grip of the skateboard rattling fall to the ground and pushed the pushy men a piece away from you. Faster than my eyes could see she had the whip in his hand and pulled her to the Lord across the finger. He gave a little scream and jumped among the other guests to take cover. Kerstin sent him after such a fierce look that he would never dare to touch them. The others laughed at the non-scheduled shows and I was also now clear that Kevin would not represent number 2. Her whole appearance and demeanor had none of a slave. She took the grip of the skateboard again and went to the bar. No one came to her more too close, not even those who may have been the first time today here and not yet Kerstin knew.
Roll on the board there was a structure that was about one meter high and was covered by a black latex sheet. It looked as if a statue would be located underneath, but perhaps something else entirely. After Ken had arrived at the bar, she ordered the handle again plop down and asked two men to help her. They had to grope for a while in the latex sheet, until they were able to cling including fixed pipes. They lifted the cloak of structures including dolly and put it in front of the bar. Lady Hilda turned legs and took the microphone next to his mouth, "Please wait, distinguished guests!"
Kevin took off on one of the grip of the skateboard and pulled the vehicle back the way where they had come. It was parked outside the hall and then slowly towards the bar stöckelte The show was meticulously planned by the lady, nothing was left to chance. When Kevin was back next to the lady and the veiled object, Aunt Hilda turned again to the guests:
"Today we would like to offer very special. You will now witness the rest of the transformation of number 2 I hope you enjoy it. "
With these words, the lady grabbed the latex sheet and pulled it with a jerk of the structure. A murmur went through the guests when they saw the device for the first time. It looked like an ordinary bar stool - round seat, not quite three feet high, and four sturdy metal pipes as legs - but the extras made up the special charm of these chairs. Number two was sitting in the chair legs and was with innumerable cords tied to it. She was unable to move and also put in a thick, black rubber suit. Only her head was not covered, and anyone could look at her pretty face extensively. Also, they could see over the seat away the guests, but preferred to direct the view to humbly down. Her chin was against the side of the foam cushion of the seat and pressed her mouth was about a finger's breadth higher than the seat itself
Now it was Zara's task of completing the strange stool. She opened the bag on her belt and pulled out the first time a black head mask. Of course it was made of rubber, had two tiny nostrils and a slightly greater amount in the mouth. Kelly pressed the head of section 2 below in the neck so your chin is no longer on the side of the seat and puts poked her about the mask. And you could see from her pretty face anymore. Only a fragment of her lips could be seen through the opening. Breath she took through the nostrils.
Next, Kelly fumbled a long rubber band from her bag. They threw everything at the same time, around the neck of section 2 and the lateral curvature of the seat. Her chin was pressed firmly against it and now she had come to no chance of going on. Gradually, I understood the meaning of this arrangement. Who would always put himself on the stool, he had the rubber face of number 2 is always right in front of his step - or even in the middle. No. 2 was forced in this way their breath from the genital area of ??another to pick up, although they were usually wrapped in rubber, but some of the guests walking around in traditional clothing. And it was not allowed to pull his pants down and naked to take on the stool. Number 2 was a long night before and her face was constantly stuck between the legs of all sorts of people. Kerstin was still with her work is not over. Finally, the mask had a mouth opening and attending to something someone had thought.
Kerstin now got a special gag in her pouch and strapped it to number 2. A wide elastic band running right over her mouth and between her lips protruded through a thick, padded with soft rubber tube to the inside. If you looked through it, you could see a piece of her in the back palate. The lady took the microphone again:
"May I ask one of the gentlemen present to take place on the bar stool!"
A faint murmur arose among the guests and after a few moments there was someone who wanted to be first. He stepped forward and Kerstin recognized him instantly: It was Mr. Novotny. She smiled quietly, but said it not to. Under no circumstances they would give his name publicly, because discretion is a top priority at the club. Mr. Novotny sat down and then opened slowly - because he said it suddenly not so sure but the lady nodded to him to approve - the zipper of his pants. His penis was swollen significantly jumped in themselves to light and Mr. Novotny pushed it into the tube in the mouth of number 2
I could hardly believe what I got to see here. And much less could I believe that my column was dripping wet and my desire secretion slowly between the two rubber layers squeezed down. It was only a matter of time before someone noticed my horniness and point their fingers at the wet spot would. But actually I did not care. My whole attention was number 2 And of course I was aware that I would one day hold the job. If there is only enough novices competed, I would automatically be at some point to point 2. Then I too would stand as a living barstool available, shafts of strange men would take up in my mouth and would swallow down whatever I was inspired.
But still I was not ready. After the excitement among the guests was halfway down, pulled back Kerstin inconspicuously to the double door and stepped out into the corridor. The lady took the microphone again and announced the biggest sensation of the whole evening:
"Number 1" all she said but not all present their views immediately turned to the door. Kevin pulled the skateboard behind him and crouched down to number 1 She was not hidden as number 2 by a blanket, but was clearly visible to all. When I was first through the crowded guests a glimpse of them, lined up - on my neck hairs and my body began to tremble slightly with excitement - despite the inclusion in rubber.
Four months had passed and I had worked my way up slowly. Two weeks ago was another girl joined the group and now coached by Kevin became so good that they could now begin as the new number 6 in the Club. For me this meant that I was finally the number 1 and I can rightly claim that I was proud of it. It was still an hour to open up the club and Kevin would be assumed, as always, my garb.
"Well, Alex," she said solemnly, "You are now the number 1 That sounds pretty good, right? "
"It goes down as oil," I replied. And the title, number 1 sound "as if you were actually someone important, in reality it was nothing more than that of a slave, you are joining in on the most evil.
"Then we start times," said Kerstin and pulled out a pair of scissors.
We were in the basement of the property and I was only wearing my chastity belt and the corset. Both parts I had worn non-stop since my first appearance in the club. My waist had been adjusted in line with the corset and was now about 45 centimeters. I am still surprised how amazingly fast my body had changed. Kerstin now cut the corset from my body, and we both came quite a sweat. Although the gap was sharpened, it took several minutes for the thick rubber tube fell off of me. Then she took me from even the chastity belt, only the catheter remained still in my urethra. It was a strange feeling when the female dildos had slipped out of me. I felt between her legs suddenly so empty and vulnerable. Kerstin was a tiny clip on the catheter tube so I do not constantly flowed and then got a new corset from one of the closets. It looked exactly like the one I had been wearing, the volume was slightly lower and amounted to about 40 centimeters. Then they took those out of the corner device with which they could stretch the thick rubber and I had to climb into it. After the rods had slipped out from the corset, I found myself facing a new challenge. The pressure on my waist was again so strong that I thought I would be torn asunder. The old corset, however, I had hardly noticed. Then Kevin got a new moral watchdogs of the cabinets, which was made of heavy steel and the extras that stuck to the inside, made me shiver.
"During your period of service in the club now you will always wear this chastity belt," Kelly told me, pointing to the metal panties, "After closing time I'll take it off you again and shut up in your own plexiglass. It is a bit complicated, but is no different. In a few weeks for you anyway everything will be different. "
I did not understand your last sentence, but asked not to, because Keith had already begun to close my step. The waist Reif was quickly on the spot, then the step plate was my turn. The inserts, which, on the inside were nothing more than thick tubes of cold steel. To me to do something easier, they were covered on the outside with black rubber. Otherwise I would have had the feeling as if icicles pushed into my mouth. As it was, it was bearable, although the pipes were already turned out very thick and my holes have been stretched by extreme. After the step plate was locked at the waist hoop, my column and my back door had become more even-steel tubes, through which one could see deep into me.
"Is it unbearable?" Kevin asked obviously concerned about my welfare.
"It goes," I replied, "Do the pipes are so fat?"
"Yes. But you have seen your predecessor as the number one numerous times. Lights you do not see why this must be so? "
Of course I understood the meaning, but anyone watching this was something completely different when suddenly put themselves in this position. Kelly went on with my preparation, because time was pressing. She held out a black rubber suit and asked me to climb into it. They helped me to delete the material to cool my skin smooth and I was, from the neck down thick and closely packed. Only where the tubes led into me, had the suit on two circular holes. Through these holes, Kerstin now pushed into special operations in the steel tubes. They looked like large condoms, but were made of transparent, double-walled latex and between the two layers of air was trapped, so things were relatively stable. The interior latex skin was thus somewhat pressed together and there was a tight, elastic opening. The two inserts were fastened with press studs on the rubber suit and sat bomb-proof.
Kevin glanced at her watch and then made further delay. She went out briefly on the floor and then came back with the skateboard. Then they dragged from the cabinets to a heavy iron frame. It was a rectangular frame made of steel tubes. The length of the rectangle was about two meters, the width of seventy to eighty centimeters. At the longer tubes on the inside of each of four metal brackets were welded on. Kelly put the frame on the skateboard and asked me to kneel. They put my leg in the bells and closed it around my ankles and below my knees. Then I have my upper body and bend down to put my forearms in the remaining four clips. The heavy metal shackles locked around my wrists and below my elbows into each other and I was helpless, trapped on all fours in the frame.
"Now, just missing the head mask," said Kerstin and had the thing already in hand.
She pulled the black rubber over my head and it fitted exactly to the contours of my face. I was from the outside world cut off completely, except for the mask had a short, thick tube which projected into my mouth, no openings. I had my jaw open wide to the monster in me can even start to. Then I felt something lay Elastic across my eyes closed and to train at the back was strained. My head was forced into the neck and my gaze would have been straight forward, I could see something. Then I felt was the skateboard movement in the direction of Kevin and me Aunt Hilda's Club brought.
What exactly happened to me in the club could guess I just. But since I had already seen hundreds of times, what was the role of point 1, I knew exactly what kind you would use me. I heard muffled cheers of the guests, as Kerstin me through the cordon, which was formed by countless lewd and horny stallions, rolled onto the stage of the club. Two guests had her help me raise along with the metal frame of the dolly and me on the ground to sell. Then Lady Hilda said a few words of explanation:
"Dear guests! Number 1 is free. She is trained to take their masculinity. I wish you much fun! "
Shortly afterwards it was also going on already. The first penis penetrated through the tube in my mouth and I was forced to lick it and suck. But I did not mind. Due to my enforced chastity during the last four months I was so hot that I even could not get enough of it. I thought it was just a pity that I could absolutely feel the intruders between my legs, nothing. Only the hands I noticed was the bears on my back.
In this way I spent the first night in the club as number 1 At some point, just as the umpteenth load of cum was fired in my mouth, I had a crazy, but at the same time scary thought:
'Now I'm number 1', I wondered while I was simultaneously fucked by two men relish. 'What happened to my predecessors? "
This was an issue over which I had previously never thought about. But where they had gone away? I'd never get another of them to face.
Operating Aunt Hilda perhaps a second establishment, a second club in which it was received much wilder than this?
Or they had been released into the wild?
Or - and I hardly dared to think - they were fed on new activities?
Perhaps even thicker rubber? Perhaps even more stringent bound? Maybe ...
I felt his hands withdrew from my back. Certainly the two condoms in my openings were already so well filled with semen, the thick liquid dripped out of me constantly. I had to offer a perverse vision. But I was not at the moment feel like it, I make about my current situation at the club thought.
'What happens', I thought further, where Lady Hilda hires a new girl? You will pass some time, the training program of Kerstin and when it's ready, it will start in the club. It is - take the place of number 6 - as once I, too. And number 6 will be promoted to number 5. All the other girls will move up one rank to the number 2 '
I felt like someone else's hands based on my hips. I just put a guest in his dick vagina or ass. What are the opening he preferred, I could not distinguish. At the same time, the intruder pulled back out of my mouth, leaving behind in a slimy pool of me.
And number two, 'I spun the idea, would also move up a rank:
Number 2 would be the number 1!
Number 2 would take my place! "
To me it sent shivers down the spine.
AND I?