Sara and Krystal – Captive Cats FM(Many)/FF Part 2/2

Postby skybird137 » Mon Apr 21, 2014 2:06 am

Part One

Warning. This is a story that was written for two ladies and they wanted to be in this type of story. Given the number of men that they will be at the mercy of and their situation, you wish to apply a measure of discretion.

It was Saturday evening and the two ladies were in the changing room, getting ready for their shift as cocktail waitresses at the ‘Cute Cats’ club. The newest employees, Krystal and Sara, had removed all of their their day clothes and were slipping into their uniforms. First, they pulled up their black Lamé hot pants, which barely covered their bottoms, and this was followed by putting on a white cotton, short sleeve blouse, which wasn’t buttoned up but was knotted below the breasts.

The black fishnet, thigh-high stockings were next, and the two ladies gently smoothed the items up their legs, ensuring that there were no wrinkles in the process, before putting on their black Lamé go-go boots. Next to go on was a black headband which had two cat ears attached, and they strapped a black collar with a D-ring and a little bell around their necks. The last items to be worn were elbow length black Lamé gloves which completed the ensemble, and the ladies walked out to the bar.

There were strict rules about how the cocktail waitresses were supposed to interact with the customers, and the dress code meant that the blouse was supposed to be properly buttoned up with a bra underneath. Krystal and Sara defied the clothing rules for a start, as their blouses were joined at the front with just a knot, and they worked bra-less. Their job was to take orders, go to the bar and collect the drinks, and deliver them to the customers. There was to be no physical contact, and all conversation was to be polite and kept to a minimum.

None of this mattered to the two ladies who had just been working at the ‘Cute Cats’ for a week, and they seemed to go out of their way to tease the customers with their actions. For a start, when they delivered the drinks to the table, they leaned so far forward that it appeared as if their breasts were going to fall out, and the clientele occasionally got a glimpse of a nipple or two. Sometimes when they walked past a seated customer, they would stop and turn so that their breasts would brush against the customer’s head, teasing him in the process.

When a customer was standing at the bars, the Krystal and Sara wouldn’t hesitate in ‘accidently’ pressing their bodies against him in order to arouse the poor person, and sometimes they would even rub one of their legs against the individual. They would also occasionally whisper into a man’s ear about how they would love for him to be inside her, just so that he would end up in a state of arousal.

The whole point of this was to tease and torment the men, as the club had strict rules concerning their behaviour towards the waitresses, and the two ladies took every advantage of this by their actions, knowing that the men were completely unable to retaliate in any way.

Normally, they would take their time over the evening, but the Saturday night game was starting in a few hours, and all of the men would disappear into the projection room to watch it, so the women decided that they had to be as active as possible before they had to sit and wait for the game to end. To this end, their teasing was turned up to eleven, and they missed no opportunity in raising temperatures with every customer in the room.

Suddenly, there was a call over the announcement system by the manager, Jane. “Could Krystal report to my office at once, please.”

Sara’s friend walked over to her and said “It looks as if we will have to tone down our fun for the time being, if this is going to be a warning from our employer. Hopefully, it’s something else, in which case it’s business as usual. Anyway, I’ll see you in a few minutes.” With that, Krystal left the bar, leaving Sara to serve and torment the customers in her usual manner.

Krystal planned her strategy as she walked along the corridor from the bar to Jane’s office, deciding what she was going to say. If any of the men have complained, I’ll just say that they wanted to go to bed with me, and they got angry and tried to blackmail me. If the girls behind the bar have said anything, I’ll make it out to be jealousy on account that my tips are bigger than theirs. All I have to do is play the victim, and everything will be okay.

The manager’s door was in front of the woman, so she knocked three times and waited for a response. “Come in, Krystal.” Said Jane.

The lady opened the door and walked inside, but there was no sign of the woman at her desk, which was very unusual. Suddenly, a hand went over her mouth, and a left arm went over her chest. What the-. The hand was taken away from Krystal’s mouth, the confused lady’s wrists were grabbed, and her arms were pulled together behind her back. It was at this point that the lady tried to call for help, but she discovered it was useless as her lips were sealed with tape.

You gagged me! That’s why you put your hand over my mouth, you must have been holding tape in the palm of your hand. As her hands were held together behind her back, the lady felt pressure against her wrists, and a ratchet noise proved that her hands had been handcuffed together.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll follow my orders exactly. Now, remain still!” Jane hissed. A cloth bag was placed over the captive’s head, so that she was unable to see, and the lady trembled as another pair of cuffs were placed around her ankles and tightened harshly.

OMG, what are you doing to me? What are you going to do to me?

“Shuffle forward until you reach the desk and bend over. If you do not follow the instructions, you will discover that you will regret it.” Jane ordered. The helpless Krystal realised that she had no choice but to obey her manager, so she moved slowly forward in her bonds until her waist pressed against the edge of the desk, and she bent over so that her breasts were pressed against the desk. “Good, now stay like that.” There was the sound of a pressed button and Jane said “Could Sara report to my office at once, please.”

You’re going to do the same thing to my friend! What are you, some kind of slaver?[i]

Sara walked up to the bar and put her tray down. “Could you take my place Andrea? Jane wants to talk to me.”

“Sure, Sara.” The brown haired woman answered as she picked up the tray “I hope that you don’t stay away for long. See you soon.”

The lady walked along to the manager’s office and knocked on the door. “Enter.” Jane said, so Sara turned the handle, opened the door and entered the room.

The scene that the lady saw left her in a state of shock and confusion, as she brought her hands up to her cheeks. [i]Krystal! What’s happened to you? You’re cuffed at the wrists and ankles!


The woman’s arms were roughly taken hold of, and Jane said “Remain completely still, unless you want your friend to suffer badly.” The frightened woman offered no resistance as steel bonds encircled her wrists before they were tightened, and a sound of tearing preceded the placing of a strip of tape over her lips which sealed her mouth. A cloth bag was placed over her head and another pair of cuffs were used to lock her ankles together.

“Move forward until you reach my desk and bend over.” Jane instructed, so the new captive shuffled forwards until she was at her manager’s desk, and she bent over as much as she could, wondering what fate was in store for her and her friend.

“Do you two know why you are here?” Jane asked.

Both ladies shook their heads. “Please don’t act all innocent, you two know very well what you have been up to this past week, and you haven’t even dressed properly. I’m going to show you a little video that I have put together, and you two are going to watch it. Stand up straight and turn around.”

The two women did so, their captor removed the bags from over their heads, and they gasped at the sight before them! Jane was dressed in black patent calf length boots, and a black PVC cat suit with matching gloves, but the most dangerous thing was the riding crop that she held in her right hand. “It’s time for the show to begin, so watch the screen carefully, girls.”

The black haired woman with the slight hook nose went to the side of the desk, pressed a button on a remote control, and a video started to run. The captives were in shock as they watched the site before them as it was a recording of the bar, and the scenes were of every single infraction that the girls had committed over the past week, up to the end of Friday night.

“The worst thing about this is that the cameras were set up in order to protect my workers from the customers, and I always closely monitor the first week of any employee as they are at their most vulnerable. I didn’t expect that it would be my customers who would need protection from you. Plus, your treatment of tonight’s clientele tonight was positively disgraceful, which leaves me no other choice than to take action.”

The ‘dominatrix’ moved behind Krystal, untied the blouse and pulled it down to her wrists, exposing the bare breasts of the captive, before pulling her shorts down to her ankles. She’s stripped me! I know that my gloves and boots on, but in every real way, I’m naked.

Next, Jane went to the other captive, and the helpless lady found herself unable to prevent herself from being placed in the same predicament as her friend, and she trembled in her nakedness.

“How dare you behave like this! You have embarrassed all of us with you behaviour, and you have no right to wear the uniform of my club. This place offers by far the best wages, and the customers give the best tips.” The manager of the club walked to the door and opened it. “You have two options. One, I can punish the pair of you as you deserve, or two, you may leave. The door is open and you can go.”

Sara looked at the open door. [/i]But we can’t leave like this, we’re naked, bound and gagged. You can’t expect us to just go out of here in our present predicament.[/i] There was a growing look of horror in her friend’s face as Krystal waved her cuffed hands at their captor.

“Why should I bother with that? As I said, you are free to go. I didn’t say anything about changing your present situation. I will arrange for one of the girls to pick up your belongings and she will be waiting for you at your apartment. Now leave!”

Both captives shook their heads in fear at what their manager was suggesting, and Krystal realised the danger of their situation. If we were to try to make our way home like this, we would most likely not get further than a hundred yards before somebody will kidnap us. Our only option is to give in to you and allow you to punish us.

Sara looked downcast as she knew that leaving the club was not an option, so Jane walked up to the two ladies and said “Do I take it then that you pair would prefer to be punished and keep your jobs here?”

The only response the helpless women could give was to nod their heads, so the manager said “turn around and bend over the table to show that you have accepted punishment. I will let you know when the punishment is over.” The two women turned around and bent over the table to show that they were ready to be punished. “Close your eyes and keep them closed until I can say that you can open them again, and keep quiet as I am going to change your gags.” The eyes of the captives closed and they felt the peeling of the tape from their faces. “Open your mouths wide.” As Sara did so, she felt something very peculiar being placed between her teeth, before the straps that were attached to the item were buckled together tightly at the back of her neck.

The other captive received the same experience as her gag was replaced, and she wondered what it was that was forcing her jaw apart. “You may open your eyes now.” The first thing that the helpless ladies did as they opened their eyes was to look at each other, and their eyes grew very wide at the sight of the other person with a gag that consisted of a large metal ring that kept the mouth open rather than closed.

“It is time for the first stage of your punishment.” Jane said as she raised the riding crop into the air with her right hand...

“MMMGGGMMM” Screamed Sara, which was echoed by five more cries as the crop bit deeply into her cheeks which radiated the pain throughout her bottom. It was her friend’s turn to shriek as she was whipped by the crop, and they both received another six blows which were harder than the first.

It was then that Krystal sighed, as her bottom was gently smoothed by Jane’s right hand, while the left softly caressed Sara’s cheeks, and they were thinking about how good this felt after the punishment. This wasn’t to last though, as twelve more strikes landed on each girl’s defenceless derriere, causing them to cry out through their gags, which was followed by another smoothing session.

Sara squirmed and moaned a little as the caresses continued. It’s strange, but this time seems to be even more pleasurable than before. Twelve more blows landed, but they didn’t seem to hurt as much, and the stroking was far more enjoyable. If this carries on, it’ll change from being a punishment to a massage.

The crop was put down on the desk by the manager who said “Stand up straight and turn around, so that you are standing next to each other.” A moment later, Sara found her left side pressing against her friend’s right, wondering what was going to happen next, and she was shocked as Jane caressed the helpless lady’s Mound of Venus with her left hand, while her right stroked Krystal’s intimacy.

The manager saw the look on Sara’s face and said “You can always walk home as you are, if you would prefer that instead.”

This caused the captive to shake her head frantically. If the alternative is to end up on the streets like this, I’ll endure anything that you are going to do to me. Both of the captives moaned a little as deft fingers traced little paths along the petals of their flowers, and they realised that the manager was starting to make them very aroused.

Krystal closed her eyes, but she opened them suddenly as she felt a sensation on her breasts, and she saw that she was being kissed by the manager who also gently sucked at the helpless lady’s nipples. After a minute of this, Jane paid the same attention to Sara’s body, and the poor woman could do nothing to prevent this.

After about a quarter of an hour of this, as the two captives felt that the teasing of their bodies was taking them close to fulfilment, their captor stopped the caresses and picked up two black cloth strips. “This is to help prepare you for the next part of your punishment, and I will be sticking leads on you two as well.” The pieces of cloth were used to cover the eyes of the captives with the ends tied together at the back of their heads, and a lead was attached to their collars so that they could be guided to their new destination.

The two women had no choice but to follow the manager as she pulled on the leads, forcing them to a new location. “Come on, you are my captive cats now...”
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Sara and Krystal – Captive Cats FM(Many)/FF Part 2/2

Postby skybird137 » Mon Apr 21, 2014 11:08 pm

Part Two

Warning, this is where it becomes very intense.

As Krystal slowly moved along, she wondered what was going to happen to her and her friend. I’m guessing that this has been our punishment for upsetting her, and the next part will be even tougher on us.

After what seemed like an hour, the manager said “Stop!” The two girls obeyed, and the leads were removed from their collars. “I will guide each of you to your separate locations, and I expect no resistance as I do so. Sara, you will be first, and when I press against your back, you are to lean forward.”

The blond captive was held by the woman and made to shuffle forward until she felt something metallic in front of her. What on earth is that? There was a hand pressing against the lady’s back, so she leaned forward, and the woman felt her midriff pressing against some kind of cushion. As she was in this position, her legs were lifted up slightly, the captive found herself lying flat across the cushion on her abdomen, and what seemed to be a wide leather strap was wrapped around her midriff and buckled tightly.

Is this a bar stool that I’m lying on? If it is, I’m not going anywhere now. The handcuff around her right ankle was unlocked, her shorts were removed, her left ankle was moved to the left, and the other end of the handcuff was locked onto something metallic. You’re handcuffing me to the stool! One end of another handcuff was tightened around the lady’s right ankle, and the woman knew that it would be impossible to move from her present position.

The handcuff was unlocked from Sara’s right wrist, her blouse was removed, and her left hand was taken down in front of her with the other end of the handcuff locked down. Her right hand was taken down and to the right and her wrist was encircled by another handcuff. I won’t be able to do anything except lie here, and I suspect that this is about to happen to Krystal.

It wasn’t long before Krystal was moved forward, and she soon found herself lying over the cushion, strapped down, and with her ankles and wrists cuffed to the item. I think that Sara’s to my left, but where are we?

“I’m going to remove your blindfolds, so keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them.” The two captives did as they asked, and the cloth strips were removed from their heads. “You may open your eyes now.”

There was a gasp from the two ladies as they opened their eyes, as they discovered that they were in the middle of the bar room, with the bar to their right! As they looked at themselves and each other, with Krystal between Sara and the bar, they realised the true extent of their predicament. Both captives were lying on top of a four legged metal bar stool which was covered with a red cushion, a wide belt strapped them down to it, and each limb was secured with handcuffs to a point on a leg that intersected with a horizontal metal ring that touched all four legs.

They noticed that none of the customers were in the bar, but the two barmaids were standing by the closed door that led into the bar. Jane stood in front of the captives, and she smiled as she looked at the two prisoners. “The second part of your punishment begins in a few minutes. Andrea, would you be so good as to open the door so that the customers can get seated for tonight’s entertainment.”

The brown haired woman opened the door, the gentlemen walked in so that they could sit down, and they smiled as they saw the women in helpless bondage on the bar stools. Krystal looked at the growing number of men in the room, and she got a feeling in the pit of her stomach that things were going to get worse. What entertainment do you have in mind, Jane? OMG, Sara and me are going to be the entertainment. What are you going to do to us?

Both captives looked very worried as the last of the men sat down, and the Jane spoke. “Gentleman, these two ladies have behaved very cruelly towards you for the past week, so I have decided that they should make amends for their bad behaviour. Each of you has picked up a folded piece of paper with a number written on it out of a box, so everyone look at their number.” The men took out the folded up paper and looked at the number that was written there. “Number One and Two, please step over here please.”

As the two men stood up and approached Jane, the captives cried out, pulling and struggling against the handcuffs that held them to the stool. Sara looked frantic as the two men stopped in front of the manager, and the true shock of what was going to happen dawned on her. Please Jane, you can’t do this to us! We didn’t behave that badly.

“Choose one lady and use her as you see fit.” Jane said to the men. “Three and four, get ready.”

Screams were emitted from the mouths of the two captives as they shook their heads wildly, and they pulled as hard as ever against their bonds, but their attempts to free themselves were useless. They had both discussed their erotic fantasies, especially the one where they were bound and gagged in a roomful of men who took advantage of them, but the reality was somewhat different.

Krystal watched in horror as “One” walked behind her, and there was a familiar sound of the pulling down of a zip. Please, you can’t do this to me! Not in front of all of these people! She tried to steel herself against the inevitable, but the captive knew that this would be impossible at best, given what her fate was. “MMMGGGGGMMM!” The woman screamed as her flower was roughly filled by the man’s rod, and she squirmed in her helplessness on the stool. A cry to the left told Krystal that Sara had also been forcefully taken.

As the man slowly slid in and out of her, Krystal realised to her horror that only was she still aroused because of the caresses from her manager, but her desire was increasing as the man thrust into her. I can’t be enjoying this! If I orgasm here, they will know that I like it somehow, and they will use that against me! Although she tried to prevent herself from enjoying this, soft moans escaped from her gagged mouth, and similar sounds from her friend showed that Sara was being pleasured by this as well.

The hard flesh thrust into her even faster and harder, and Krystal was unable to think of anything else but the fact that she was approaching her peak’s desire, and she knew that her climax was unavoidable. Suddenly, there was a long, loud cry to the left of her, and as the woman looked to the left, she could see that Sara was in the throes of bliss. A moment later, it was as if the woman heard herself scream as her being was filled with the ecstasy of orgasm, and she was only vaguely aware of the man exploding into her flower...

“Three and Four, go to the ladies and pleasure yourselves.” The manager said.

Sara stared at “Four” as he approached her and walked behind her, and she wondered if this time would be the same as before. There was the sound of another trouser zip being pulled down, and the man said “We can choose how to pleasure ourselves with the ladies?”

Jane smiled as she looked at the helpless women. “You can choose what you want to do to them.”

“Okay.” said the man “I’ve always wanted to do this, but I’ve never found a willing woman.”

The woman felt the tip of his staff against her flower, and she fully expected it to go in, but it started to gently trace a path upward, and she screamed and shook her head when she worked out what the destination of his lust was. You can’t put it in there, you just can’t! I’ll die of shame! The cheeks of her bottom were parted, the tip came to rest against her ‘star’, and the captive’s hands and feet flailed at the end of the handcuffs as she panicked from knowing what was going to happen.

“EEEPH!” Cried the blond haired woman as she felt a little pain, but the rest of the feeling could only be described as “intense” as the man penetrated her bottom. She looked to her right and saw the look of shame on her friend’s face as she had also been entered in the same manner. We’ve both been taken in our derrieres now, what else could you possible do to humiliate us further?

The thrusts were slow and gentle at first, and Sara was shocked to discover that although she felt pain from his actions, the feeling of pleasure was increasing moment by moment. You’re sliding in and out of my bottom, I can’t possibly be enjoying what you are doing to me! As she looked to her right, the lady saw that her friend had already closed her eyes as she moaned and squirmed with each thrust. OMG Krystal, you look as if you’re really enjoying this.

The moan that escaped from Sara’s mouth confirmed her fear that she too was enjoying this act against her body, and she felt the arousal grow within her body. Is this because of our fantasies? Is this because we have wondered what something like this would feel like, and now it is reality, we are losing ourselves in it?

The thrusts were quicker and harder now, and the pain that the woman had felt was drowned in a sea of pleasure as her lust was reaching its explosion point. Please, don’t let me climax from this, as everyone will think that I’m a whore for enjoying it. Her wishes fell on deaf ears as the continual thrusts took her body over the edge, and she was overwhelmed by the experience flowing through her...

“Five and Six, go to the girls, please.”

The “Five” and “Six” stepped behind the captives, and the ladies were relieved as their flowers were filled with the men’s erect rods. As the flesh slid in and out of her slowly, Sara was puzzled to watch a man walk up to the manager and whisper in her ear.

“You’re right, Number Seven. I actually had thought of it, but I wasn’t going to mention it, even though they are prepared for it. Perhaps that it’s time that I did.” Jane gave an evil smile before she continued speaking. “Gentlemen, these ladies not only caused you trouble with their bodies, but with their mouths as well. Number Eight, you may join Number Seven and punish the ladies’ mouths.”

Sara listened in horror to the words of her manager. Punish our mouths, how do you intend to do that. Suddenly, the captive realised why her mouth was forced apart by a gag which used a metal ring that was between her teeth. I can’t close my mouth, and this ring is just the right size to allow a man’s- NO! The lady shook her head and cried out as the man approached, and she stared transfixed as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his staff. He took hold of her hair in his left hand, pulled her head back, and he used his right hand to guide his manhood as it gently impaled Sara’s mouth.

You’re in my mouth! You are in me, and I cannot prevent this! The girl know that struggling would just get her into trouble, so she remained still as the man before her slid his staff in and out of her mouth. A muffled gulp from her right let her know that her friend was also in the same situation, and she wondered if this was going to become the standard for the rest of the evening until the punishment was ended.

“You’d better work him lady.” Said the man who was thrusting into Sara’s flower. “If you don’t ensure that he gets pleasured, it won’t happen to you, either.” The man behind her slowed his thrusts down, just as the captive was approaching the point at which she would climax, and the helpless lady’s body ached for the bliss of release.

You’re blackmailing me into pleasuring this man! If I don’t help him climax in my mouth, you’re going to take me without allowing me my orgasm. That’s beyond mean, but you have given me no choice.

It was the person who was thrusting into Krystal’s flower how spoke next. “The same goes for you, lady. No pleasure for my friend, no pleasure for you.” The two helpless women started to use their tongues to stroke and caress the flesh that had invaded their mouths, in the hope of bringing fulfilment to the men standing in front of them.

Sara did her best to caress the manhood of the individual who was using her mouth for his enjoyment, and she could feel the change in him as he was about to reach the peak of pleasure. I’ve just realised! When you climax, it will be released into my mouth, and I will have to accept it! I can’t spit anything out like this, and swallowing will be a torment. Not helping you is likely to cause me extensive orgasm denial, so I have to do this. The strokes of his tip and shaft by her tongue continued, and she only had a moment’s notice as he cried out, before he ‘exploded’ into her mouth and she experienced the warm evidence of his fulfilment.

There was another cry to her right, which indicated that Krystal had also succeeded, and the thrusts into her flower increased which rapidly took her to the heights of orgasm...

A minute later, there was a change of gentlemen, with each lady having to accommodate two men each, and this went on until every man in the room had received pleasure from the captives, at which point they all left the room to watch the Saturday night game.

Krystal looked to the left at her friend. I think that we must both look a mess after this. I’m just glad that it’s all over, and we can get ourselves cleaned up after our punishment. To the ladies’ surprise, however, their manager did not release them from their bondage. We’ve suffered enough for our misdeeds, you can’t be planning on keeping us like this until the end of the game.

As Krystal begged through her gag and made motions with her hands at her captor, the woman smiled and said “You punishment is over when I say it’s over. After the game is over, the gentlemen will return to the bar and you two will be waiting for them in your bondage. I did say that you are tonight’s entertainment, and you two will be putting on your show until closing time.”

The two captives looked up in horror at this comment. You can’t make us go through this all over again! If we do this again, we will have to have those men in us at both ends! Please, no!

The begging and pleading of Sara and Krystal continued non-stop until the end of the game, and from then until closing time they were too ‘occupied’ to beg...


The End
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