Sara’s fall from grace —a Feminist Story verseXprissy

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Sara was a modern princess by any definition. She was gorgeous, smart, a great athlete and beloved by most people that knew her. Sara had grown up in a middle class liberal family in a small town where her family and everyone else treated her like a princess. She had always been a straight A student and a great athelete in college by lettering in both swimming and volley ball. Sara had been offered numerous college scholarships for both academics and athletics. Due to her beauty she had also been offered a modeling contract with fords modeling agency. Sara stood 5'7 110 lbs with 36 d natural breast a 22 inch waist and 34 hips with long blonde hair. Her natural breast looked even bigger on her small frame.

Sara however had decided to go to an elite private college close to home that had the best journalism school in the nation. Sara fit into her very liberal college perfectly. Both as a student and from a social scene the liberal feminist school and its curriculum were a perfect match. Sara joined the best sorority on campus (delta, delta, delta or the tri delts). The tri delts was the sorority with the best looking girls which made them the envy of everyone. Sara college years flew buy with sorority parties, academic pursuits and Sara journalism pursuits. Sara went to summer school and as she was turning 21 she was graduating from college when she got an job offer from in a news station in the capitol city. The city was huge and far cry from Sara's small town roots but the job offer was to good to pass up and Sara moved far away from home to begin her career.

Within a few months, Sara took the town and state by storm. Her beauty was almost unnatural with men and women drawn to her. The camera loved her and Sara positive, naive and warm personality was beloved by many women. Sara quickly was doing investigative journalism and documentary style stories with her series called "HERos" which focused on women's issues. She had done several stories on strong women, with everything from women politicians, business women, women doctors. Sara had also done a number of news stories on the sex industry and successful getting communities to close local strip joints and even a few money arrested and their careers ruined for being involved with underage escorts. Sara did have her detractors…….. but they were mostly men or very attractive women that had been slut shamed by Sara.

Sara's personal life was going just as well. While Sara had dated boys in high school she had recently been dating women and had fallen in love with a gorgeous model Jill. Sara had also joined the local country club and social clubs becoming a force in the local community.

Sara was looking for new challenges professionally and she had been doing research and heard about a new very private club for only the very wealthy. The club was called the "Velvet Heaven". The club was a complete mystery to Sara but the rumors suggested it was worth looking into. Sara was sure how she was going to get in but her boss at the tv station said he had an idea. That was where Sara was headed this morning. Like most mornings Sara had done her morning work out and after her work out she had dressed in matching pink bra and panties, with a black skirt, pink blouse and black jacket with 5 inch heels. Sara panties were high cut but full bottom so it showed a bit of a panty line. Sara didn't care as thong or g string panties, while might working better Sara never wore as they made her feel slutty. Sara always wore a bra. While many women complained about bras, Sara always wore hers to keep her lovely natural breast from bouncing too much or being even more of a distraction for men.

Sara was quickly walking to her boss office and she could see he had an interesting looking man in his office. As Sara opened the door she smiled at the stranger. "Hello my name is Sara Adams." She turned to her boss, "you wanted to see me boss…….

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There were shadows in Yareli City, affectionately called New City by the locals. Sure there was money here, enough to spill into all the tiers of its social hierarchy, which meant its cleaner sides were pristine and polished veneers. But Akahiro Shimusha was at the opposite end of that spectrum. The crime body that he'd taken over had been family owned for a few generations, but he was fresh in it. Weak leaders meet hard ends in in Yareli.

Now he dabbled in anything the Yakuza-owned turf here had to offer. He was boots on the ground, mostly, since he'd come up within the ranks of the violent footsoldiers. But a coup d'état only became successful after the takeover. So while he could tower over the men who were used to a bloodline on the throne, he would not make them effective underlings until he commanded a deeper respect. He had to be part of their lives, not just threaten them with their deaths. So he expanded their wallets and built their pride. Not enough to wake the sleeping Wyvern under the shadow mountain Kageyama, the real Yakuza spearhead, but enough to have had a big, positive, gold-tinted effect.

The group was called Shimusha now, and that was out of his control, even if his predecessors had been a poor example of what happened to titular characters in the Yakuza echelon. Suppose that put the pressure on. But with an organization that was only now living up to its potential in the fertile New City night, he was up for the task. He understood growing the illegal activities under the Yareli night, you just watered it with blood and fed it war. The rest people he hired or threatened could do.

Maybe that's why he'd been strangely affected when propriety in the shape of media had closed down two of his nightly haunts. Perfectly good establishments, upended because of a few words from some harlot behind a tv desk. It didn't affect the margins very much. The Shimusha were large enough to absorb the loss - fighting other crime entities meant you had to have a cashe of collateral. But this grated him more than having his dance-and-booze places shot up by competitors.

Maybe that's why he was putting his own, personal attention into this.

He'd been early, talking to Tom Broker, of the Broker News Corp., and gone over a few more details on their plan to get him revenge. As it turned out, Tom was fed up enough with his golden goose to be onboard without Akahiro even mentioning the blackmail material he had on him. Said a lot about her.

He was tall, grown up on the streets of Yareli. Though he was large, he mostly wore his bulk on his shoulders, while the rest of him was slender. A difficult fit, but the tailors in the Chinese districts were good at their job. Because of Kageyama's Keijin Lenaka, everyone in the Yakuza wore suits. Akahiro had chosen a maroon number, with a black shirt. Over his hands and up his neck, the tattoos of his trade slithered to whisper of a wealth of ink, hidden by the fabric. Gaunt, pretty details on the face, and black hair brushed back. Dark eyes and powerful eyebrows in the otherwise princely features.

He was excited to see her walk in. She looked like her pictures. He wanted to tear into her for the trouble she'd caused, but instead he wore a venomous smile. "Akahiro. But you can call me Kiro, Ms. Adams." he said, friendly, if those shadows in his face could be. He extended his hand and expected her to take it even if she tried to talk to her boss. He held it while Tom spilled some bullshit about infiltration and her big gig, and how tonight was the perfect and perhaps only opportunity to get her her next big scoop. Another team was already on board to document her journey.

As Tom went on, Kiro let go of her hand, to put both of his in his pockets. He circled her, sizing her up. He did like her athletic build, but with her intact fat deposits where he liked them. She could have been a top earner in one of the lantern houses. He chuckled to himself about the pantyline but didn't say anything. Seeing this woman up close, finding her very fuckable, and being reminded her hubris had cost him so much, had him seething, but also excited to start her journey. Tom was still talking when Kiro decided to chime in. His voice was a blunt, vibrating weapon.

"Alright. Go do your pre interview. We gotta go. I got a lot at stake here. Don't wanna be late." he said, and despite the supposed haste in his words, his tone wasn't very stressed. After all, Sara was going to be a pastime, not a real distraction. He'd enjoy it, though. She may be his new hobby.
 
Sara was more than a bit excited that Tom had been able to find someone for Sara to interview that new something about the mysterious club and could help her get into the club. “Kiro it is a pleasure to meet you“. Sara having grown up in a small farming town hadn’t actually met many Asian men in her life and she was surprised at how tall and muscular Kiro was. Sara didn’t like to admit she could be racist but Kiro was definitely different than her perceived image of a booking Asian man. As she she his hand she noticed the finely inked tattoo peeking out from his well tailored suit. He certainly seemed to be a contradiction of styles and taste. As they briefly made the introduction sara opened the door to Tom’s office. “Samantha get in here”. Sara said in a loud voice commanding attention. Samantha was a cute woman with a camera and had worked with Sara on several of her documentary projects. Samantha was not a feminist like Sara but rather a blue collar woman simply trying to make a living in the big city and Sara. Sara looked at Samantha who had more than a few tattoo herself and looked a bit slutty for Sara taste With tattoo, yoga pants and a t shirt and clearly not wearing a bra which always bothered Sara. “Jesus Samantha I have told you when we are working together wear a bra. Your appearance is a reflection on me.” Sara could always been judgemental of women that did not dress classy and sophisticated.

”Kiro this is Samantha she is my camera woman. Excuse her looks but she is actually quite good behind the camera.”. Sara smiled at Kiro feeling like this was a big break finding someone to help her get into the club. “So Tom tells me you can get me into the club to begin to check it out. I am glad to see that you realize clubs like the velvet heaven are a stain on our communities soul and such places need to be exposed and put out of business.“. Sara spent the next thirty minutes asking Kiro questions about club on camera with Samantha getting video of Sara asking questions and clearly in control of the interview. Sara found Kiro very professional and answered her questions about the club without giving too much away. At the end of the interview sara looked into the camera and gave her signature sign on “this is Sara Adams for channel 4 news and remember support the HERos in your life.”

Once the camera was off sara leaned back in her chair being a little less formal and crossing her long legs. Her bra held in her lovely natural breast and the bra was think enough to hid her nipples even when rock hard. Sara as always self conscious of her large breast on her tiny frame and she found it embarrassing when women didn’t wear bra or even worse when their nipples were visible. ”so Kiro shall we head of the club. I assume you can get me in posing as your girlfriend? Why don’t we get started”

As Sara stood up ready to go Tom cleared his throat smiling a bit. “Um sara you can’t get into the club posing as Kiro’s girlfirend dressed like that. Tom smiling at Sara, “Kiro brought this for you” It was a black box and as Sara opened it there was a dress and a pair of heels. The dress was so small with cut outs in the sides it was obvious she wouldn’t be able to wear a bra or panties in the dress. Samantha was quick to ask “should I get some video of you in your undercover dress?”

sara snapped at Samantha. “No absolutely not. when filming me in the dress onky shots from the neck up”. Sara blushed hard as Tom closed the blinds and commenting that there wasn’t much time to get to the club and Sara needed to change clothes quickly. Sara blushed hard but trying to show she was always in control she smiled and took the dress and heels. Sara quicklu undressed taking off her blouse and unzipping her skirt and stepping out of it until she was down to her bra and panties. “Please turn around… you too Samantha” Sara blushed a bit as she unhooked her bra letting her natural 36 D fall free and then sliding off her panties revealing her Brazilian wax pussy with a triangle of trimmed blond hair revealing the curtains matched the drapes. She quickly slipped the dress on and then the five inch heeled shoes. The dress clung to her body showing off every natural curve and when she now walked her gorgeous lovely beast bounced up and down showing she had no bra on, her nipples rock hard from excited showed through the dress.

Dress

sara left her clothes and purse with Tom and with only her new dress she quickly followed Kiro out of the office to the waiting car With only her phone to use if she needed help from Tom or her girlfirends.

As Sara slid into the limousine she was both excited and nervous. A new big story always filled her with tons of nervous energy. As she leaned back in the leather car of the car she continued to try and size up Kiro. “So Kiro let’s hope we can get this story as quickly as possible. I don’t know that I want to spend a month working on this story dressed so slutty“. as the car drove across town it made its way to the wharf and industrial district where a large brick building with 7 floor above ground and another 4 below hung over the water. The building was massive and took Up a whole city block. Property records searches by Sara and her team had never been able to discover who actually owned the building. As the limousine pulled up Sara stepped out of the car and put her arm into Kiro as if he was her boyfriend. They walked past several men in black suits that were clearly security. Her adventure was about to begin
 
Sara was as polite as he'd expected when they met. She looked him over with some judgement and, like always, he had taken her aback a bit with his appearance. While he dressed better than his underlings, and some of the other top dogs in other families, his over all assembly wasn't so out of place within the Yakuza ranks. A real reporter would have known that. There were news-reporting sleuths that wouldn't have batted an eye at what was basically the Yakuza uniform. But little Ms. Pageant was brand new to the world she'd affected with her little on-air crusade. He had her pegged, rife with his own preconceived notions, once he laid eyes on her. Maybe he had given her too much credit. Maybe he'd thought there be some old wisdom in her eyes that promised him she was more than she seemed. Sara Adams was more beautiful than your average valedictorian, and more fit, but that was it. Her sheltered life had prepared her for being major in some how-do-ya-do town, but not for his city. He supposed he'd have to teach her, then. He thought about it while he squeezed her hand and she checked out his ink. He was sanctioned, so all of those tattoos were from the river parlor, where anyone worth their salt in the underworld got needled up. Old world stuff, but there had to be some culture, even for men who killed other men. He was a bit distracted from dreaming up Sara's bad fate, though, when Samantha came in. He looked the new female over, and didn't hide it. She wasn't as much of a trophy to fuck as the woman she worked for, but she seemed more fun, certainly. He liked the way her nipples looked at him through her shirt, and how her ass kept no secrets, in that tight fabric. "But you don't have to wear a bra on my account." he joked. And when Sam looked at him he winked slow. Sometimes women didn't know if he wanted to fuck them or kill them. It usually got them soaked.

He went along with the interview after that. Kiro liked to play, but he wouldn't be alive if he couldn't apply himself toward a task. Deceiving Sara didn't take much of his brainpower, though it did grate him a little when he had to agree that his ilk were the scum of the earth - her vernacular. The camera might catch the flex of his jaw muscles on occasion, but he kept on smiling and nodding whenever it was appropriate. Shimusha was by no means the largest Yakuza group, not even under Kageyama, so there were a handful of men that got to call Akahiro's shots. Felt odd taking it from a woman, though, but he consoled himself with knowing it'd be all the sweeter when the trap they laid would shut around her. Right now he had fun just watching her, enjoying the last of her life, as she knew it. During her talk, he made sure to memorize her clean outfit, and her pretty skin. It'd be more fun ruining it all later, that way. If Sara had been as observant as she'd brag, she would have seen something menacing in how the man shifted. This was all predicated on her not understanding her littleness in the New City night, though. And so far, she was delivering; oblivious and secure. He chuckled and the camera caught it, when she said her line at the end. He'd have fun with making her say it later.

Sara kept his attention after, though, and had to make a mental note not to stare when she reclined to give him another couple of flattering angles of herself. She was right to assume there were very few ways for her to get in without playing any stereotypical womanly role. "Yeah, those brutes won't be able to even think you could be a woman and not belong to a man." he said with overblown disgust in his voice. The sarcasm was thick, but they were locked in with each other now, she would have to keep acting on good faith until he got her what she wanted. Besides, Sara seemed to be sheltered enough she could believe him. "You'll hang on my arm. Because of the horrible things they made me do for them, they won't object if you're with me." He tried to sound more sincere now. Sometimes he had to lie out his teeth when making deals over contraband, that's how you got better margins, and he applied that here. Sara ate it up like she would be eating cock soon. He couldn't wait to see what was behind that ergonomic bra of hers. He'd make sure it wouldn't be too long.

There was a genuine smile on the tall predator, though, when Tom chimed in about the outfit. When Sara looked another way, the two men grinned at each other and then Kiro even winked at Samantha for her suggestion. Sara was not too amused by the present. "It's awful, I know, but you have to dress the part. Just know that I tried to keep it as modest as I could, but we don't want to given them cause to suspect us." He laid it on thick, and Tom was getting red in the face from trying not to laugh. It was a bit like tricking someone addled to take their medicine.

The dress wasn't cheap, even though it was designed for cheap women. Sara was uncharacteristically coy about it, and Kiro was happy to see that side of her. Showed she was human. He did not look away when she told him to, and with the power he wielded, even from her perspective, Sara couldn't push it. His cock moved a bit inside his slacks when he finally got to see. Her breasts were natural, which was unusual at their size, and he watched them sway when she bent and corrected her posture to get the dress on. He licked the inside of his mouth when he got confirmation she was a natural blonde. That pussy was pretty, and it looked like it hadn't seen much use. He'd watched some of her news segments, and seeing her stark naked here, surely was a sudden treat. He'd have to up the bribes to Tom for this bonus viewing.

He acted the gentleman for her on the way out. It put him in the perfect position to see every time that dress had her flashing that pussy again, in getting in and out. He had his arm around her during the drive, and it underlined the difference in their size. "I'll help you as much as I can." he promised with a whisper in her ear. The promised sounded a bit a like a low threat, but it wasn't like she could back out now.

When they arrived and were taking the short walk toward the club, which had no sound leakage, his demeanor changed. The guards got to see the Shimusha man with an above average slut by his side. His arm was around her, but lower, this time, hand resting firmly on her ass. "It's all part of the ruse." he assured her with another whisper in her ear. She had to believe then, that the way his fingers moved the black fabric up and dug into the fold between her thigh and her asscheek, was part of it. His pinky even curved in between her buttocks, and rested below her anus in plain sight.

The interior of Velvet Heaven was gaudy. Gold details, and red carpet. The tinted windows gave an air of privacy, and there was a fountain in the middle, made out of glass and gilded brass. Stairs and paths to elevators toward the wall farthest away from them, a welcoming desk, and the room itself looked into three floors up, and two down. He made sure she kept close to him, by the grip he had on her ass, dress ever hiking up.

Soon there was a man coming up to him. Another asian man. Bulky and rough. His suit was cheap but well maintained, but for the creases over his belly and big arms. Their conversation went on for a bit but when "Yoshi" asked about her, Kiro shrugged. "Oh, this is just Sara, a girl I met." His hand finally let go of her ass to come up to the back of her neck and shake her a bit by that grip, as though he was presenting his newest toy. "Aren't you, babe? She liked me so much she wanted to go with me to the private level of The Velvet here."

That seemed to surprise Yoshi a bit. "Ah, but can we trust her?" the large enforcer pressed on.

Akahiro rolled his eyes. "Trust? Comon, man. Sara here even got shaved real nicely for this." he shook her head again and then let her to get behind her. "Show him, Sara. Show my friend here how eager your pussy is to get into the Private Levels." He grinned when she couldn't see, over her head, at Yoshi, and winked at the man. Yoshi had been prepped for the day, and was just playing his role.
 
As Sara walked into the club she was grinning from ear to ear. There was definitely a huge story here and she was convinced she would get the story and perhaps a Pulitzer for the reporting. She hated that she was wearing such a slutty dress. She kept pulling at the bottom of the dress to ensue it didn’t ride up to far. With no panties on she would be flashing strangers if she wasn’t careful. As she walked the air agains her pussy reminded her she was nude underneath the dress with no panties and it embarrassed her that it made her wet. Even worse than no panties for her was no bra and her lovely breast bounced up and down and her nipples were rock hard for the world to see through the dress. As she walked into the club she felt Kiro hand on her ass and he whispered it was just for show she smiled him with a bit of a grimace as if to say ”dont get too touchy”. Walking into the club sara noticed that all the guards were Asian and while Sara reporting had been exclusively women issues and not the crime beat she did know the news had reported on the growing yakuza problem. They were the most vicious of gangs and into everything from guns and drugs to white slavery, prostitution, porn and more. Some of the guards showed off their tattoo proudly.

sara leaned in “are you yakuza….. to. Didn’t mention it”. This story was getting bigger and more exciting by the moment even though Sara knew nothing about Asian gangs or any criminal gangs really. As they walked through doors and into the large bar area that made up the first area for the members and clients, Sara was amazed by the decoration and the opulence. Clearly there was a lot of money behind the velvet heaven. As they walked up to the desk to check in three was a very cute Asian woman covered in tattoo and piercings as the woman told Sara “no electronics I will need your phone”. Sara was more than a little out off as it was her last way to contact anyone for help if needed. Sara was even a little more put off as she felt Kiro hand that hand been on her ass slide down a bit with a finger sliding between her cheeks just below her anus and grabbing a full hand of her ass cheeks making her feel even sluttier as he commented it was part of the ruse. Sara handed the woman her phone and she she asked for Sara full name as she put a ticket with the phone and put the phone in a drawer. What Sara didn’t know is the club was scanning all phone out into the drawers to all information. Soon the club would have Sara banking information, contact list, text messages and know more about than she could imagine. Hidden cameras also took Sara picture to upload her picture and information to the clubs private website for members to review.

(Sara Adams - 21 year old beauty queen and aspiring reporter who is potential new property of the club being developed by Kiro).
Members then knew to work through Kiro and they could bid on Sara once she was fully the property of the club. Sara completely unaware to any of this. Even more degrading to Sara if she had known it men were already bidding on Sara. They wanted videos of her in gangbangs, bukkake, spankings, rough sex, being broken and so much more.

sara followed Kiro direction with him holding her ass and sliding his finger between her cheeks like he owned her. She told herself no one would ever find out about this. As they walked into the club and Sara could see all kinds of men white, black, Latino and definitely Asian she was amazed at the numbers and size of the club.

a friend of Kiro or an associate walked up Yoshi. As Yoshi questioned Kiro about Sara, Sara felt Kiro hand grab the back of her neck like she was some little school girl presenting her and telling Yoshi Sara was just a girl he met. Sara appreciated that Kiro voucher for Sara seeming to say she could see all the floors but Sara mouth fell open as Kiro told Sara to show Yoshi her brazlian waxed pussy. Sara had never done anything so lewd in her life but with kiro squeezing her neck a bit and it feeling like a test Sara decided no one would ever know how she got her story.

sara slid up her dress showing off her blonde trimmed pussy waxed on the sides with only a patch of trimmed pussy hair. Sara blushed as Yoshi commented “gorgeous and truly a stunning woman vut of course now days most women are completely bare if your prefer her completley bare and clean the salon in back can take care of that for you Kiro”. Sara was blushing hard as she quickly pulled her dress down and couldnt believe men were commenting on her pussy. sara could see the waitress were topless in a slutty bdsm outfit and Sara didnt want to spend anymore time with Yoshi commenting on her pussy. “why don’t we get a drink and check out the club a bit I definitely want to see all the floors and levels.

as Sara said she wanted to see all the floors and levels Yoshi laughed a bit “thqt will take some time sara but you two have fun , I know we will”. sara Smiled at Kiro. “I am going to get a drink, can I get you anything sexy”. Sara walked away from Kiro and Yoshi to let them finish their conversation as Sara got a white wine and scanned the room. There were stairs leading down to the lower levels and elevators going up. This floor seemed to be mostly like a strip club with cute Asian girls serving drinks and Asian stripper working the stage. Sara watched as various men Asian and non Asian going up the elevators and down the stairs. One even had a girl completely nude with only high heels wearing a collar and a leash. Ohhhh my god. As Kiro came bavk over. “Why don’t we follow that could. The nude woman on a leash. I would love to see where they go”
 
He sensed her excitement going in. In her heart, she still thought she was a reporter, though her current uniform should clue her into that there was no such pride or clean work in her future. He supposed he'd leave it up to her, for when she'd see the truth of things. Until then he'd have to enjoy dressing her up in needlessly revealing outfits and reaping the benefits of her availability. She did not like that fact so much herself, but he smiled innocently while still helping himself to his ass, and on occasion brushing so low and far as to grace the lower beginnings of her pussy, too. They were not acquainted enough for this, and he thought it was quite decadent to get to take such freedoms against Sara Adams already. Her head was on a swivel, and he would have told her to be less suspicious if the staff hadn't already been privy to what was happening. He learned the temperature of her very private parts with his fingertips, all while she had to walk by his side and take it. The energy she gave off was obviously disapproving, but he liked that she still had to find a way to let it go on. In fact, she seemed to think it was still worth it. Whenever he could catch a glance of her expression, he wondered what stupid things she was thinking. No matter. He'd have her learn the lessons he wanted, soon. Sara was a quick student, from what Tom had said. Kiro would have to make her the teacher's pet. It was almost sweet, the way she tried to decipher the goings on in here. He never intended to give her that kind of information.

He had to bite his lip from laughing mockingly at her when she asked. "Yes, Sara." he whispered in turn. Just for that, his finger stroked from low between her asscheeks and up, the tip of it resting and applying some pressure against her anus, while the rest of the palm's and fingers dug into her buttock, squeezing firmly. That in turn curled the finger a little deeper against her asshole. She lit up before that, as though him being initiated into their ranks would be very valuable to her. It could have been him helping her hadn't just been a very thin ruse she'd bought into in her desperation to matter as a news anchor. For most of these girls it was bad circumstances or a low amount of self-esteem that got them here, but Sara had the complete opposite working for her, and she'd still ended up here, by her own free will, no less. He nodded at Alin behind the counter, who gave Sara an extra thorough treatment, taking her phone and all. Sara, of course, handed it over, and he was excited to be able to rob her blind if he wanted to, but more than that to keep track on her, from hereon out. Some journalists kept a video diary in locked files. He was looking forward to completely violate that privacy later.

But she didn't know she'd already been deeply violated yet. That's when she was a bit put off when he presented her to Yoshi by her neck, and that's why she inwardly balked at what he offered next. Nothing he couldn't explain away with keeping up appearances later. He felt her hesitation and applied a little more pressure on her neck to motivate her. Women who got choked got immediately wet, and certainly behaved as they were told, was his experience. And she did obey. Red in the face, she presented her cunt. Kiro laughed at Yoshi's observations and they both threw each other looks about how stupid the reporter was being. When she excused herself, Kiro leaned in and patted Yoshi on his back. They shared some honest small talk, most of it about what would happen to those tight pink lips of Sara's before Kiro had to go keep her company again.

He had a cognac and drank it in three swallows while listening to her. Her eyes really lit up, being in here. She might not be so enthusiastic knowing where all this would lead. He smiled to himself when she told him where she wanted to go next. "Oh, that's a good scoop for you." he said, but then shook his head. "But I don't think you're ready yet. You were hesitant before, and that was just a small obstacle." His voice was stern to make her think she would have to really convince him. "You see, that girl is going to the Black Level, and women, especially Caucasian women like yourself, are expected to be particularly available there." It was the truth, too. He was still leaned against the edge of the bar, flicking the corner of the coaster with his thumb as he looked her over. He was completely at home in this environment, and it showed. There was an innate confidence in him.

"And it's a different dresscode..." he added. "You'd have to reconfigure the dress." He reached with a decisive hand to help her, and if she dared protest, he'd give her a dark look, both threatening and also warning her that he was the key to her continued research. The one shoulder strap got to stay, but he'd lower the dress under the opposite tit, letting it pop out, and then reached down over her hip to pull her dress up, completely showing off her pussy and ass. "I'll let you keep as much modesty as I can, but you'll at least have to show this much if you want to go to the Black level." he promised. If she agreed, they'd be standing in the elevator soon, a large box going up, where three other couples were already, one with a girl in a red thong and nothing else had her hand inside her host's pants, and another couple were making out rather loudly against a corner.
 
Sara smiles to herself watching the men and women in the Velvet Heaven. She could spend months in this club working on the stories of the women being used and the powerful men being exposed. She couldn’t believe a club like this existed and she was determined to destroy it. As she watched the poor nude girl with nothing on but a collar and being lead around on a leash she couldn’t believe a woman was begin treated like that and Sara was determined to find everything out and expose this debaucher. As she sipped her wine and watched Kiro walk back over to her she explained her idea of following them up in the elevator. Sara is taken back by Kiro reluctance as he says her attire is basically too conservative and she would have to be more open minded. blushing she looked at him more than a bit furious. “Look Kiro, Tom said you were here to help me get the story and protect me. We can make this work. I mean I just want to look around not do anything more”. Sara was a little irritated at having to dress in such a slutty dress and even flash Yoshi.

Kiro suddenly pulled her left side of her dress down popping out one of her breast and hiking her skirt up revealing her tight little bareass and pussy. “Ohhh my god” she said under her breath. She almost slapped Kiro but she kept her composure. Sara drank down her Chardonnay for a little liquid courage. ”I can’t believe you pulled my breast out…..…”. As Sara was trying to decide what to do as she badly want to see every floor, room, fetish the club had to offer she wasn’t crazy about showing her gorgeous body off to strangers. As she stood there she suddenly saw a congressman with a stripper that was a member of Sara country club. The only thing worse that walking around in this slutty dress would be anyone she knew from her real life seeing her like this. The congressman also knew Sara girlfriend and she didn’t need him talking to her. Sara had even done a story on him cheating on his wife. The story had been great for Sara vut the congressman was in the middle of divorce and losing half his fortune.

Looking back at Kiro. “You’re right I need to remember you know the rules in this club and you’re agreed with Tom to help me but let’s try and not let things get out of control. My dress is now more of a belt and half halter top.” Sara put her drink down and following Kiro quickly towards the elevator she felt Kiro hand again and she wanted to pull away with her bare ass now completely exposed for him to grab and fondle with anyone watching. As she walked towards the elevator she whispered to him “watch the hands okay”. And sliding into the elevator with the other couples and Kiro at least she didn’t have to worry about anyone she knew seeing her. She would have to be careful in the main bar area as Sara knew a lot of powerful men and she wasn’t sure which ones might be a member of the club. Sara was easily more attractive than the other women but they were very cute and Sara couldn’t believe how slutty they all looked. As they got into the elevator the girl in the red thong looked at Sara. “Wow you must be knew….. they are going to love you”

sara blushed as she felt like even the women were judging her. As the elevator move Sara couldn’t wait To see what was on the floor.
 
Sara was full of expression. Her nearness to her emotions did her well when she read the news. It was pretty. Her sheltered life had made her feel untouchable, and that had made her earnest. She had not been reprimanded for feeling, like the rest of the world. The women here, who were made to show strangers everything, knew better. They were obedient and sweet, unless they were drugged to want only one thing, the only thing sordid men willingly gave them. So Kiro could see what Sara felt when she looked around at her sisters, caught up in the games others had crafted for them, either by force, or by prisons of debt. Sara was going to be their heroine, she thought. And that was his leash on her, even though she didn't know it yet. He was eager to show her exactly that, and smiled into his glass when he dangled the possibility of not going further in front of her. Like a rabid dog she bit at him. Oh, she was insolent, but that's because he had yet to teach her her place. What a little bitch. But he liked that she begged him for it, liked that she was offended she wouldn't get to be made into a piece of meat. This was going to be very fun.

It was glorious to see the change in her tune when he took freedoms with her attire - it was he who had bought them for her to begin, anyway. The way her expression changed and such lovely dread took her features, it made his cock stir. He wanted to do more, but he still had a role to play. Still, it had been very rewarding to check her a bit. She had to hold back a few of her white-girl impulses, and he got to see her struggle with the reflex to tuck herself back in. But she didn't. Obedience looked good on her. He touched his lips to his own glass when she drank out of hers, distressed. Her tit jumped from her motion. This was more lewd than her quick dressing, in her boss's office. Kiro looked at the man that passed, and knew why Sara was worried. This would have been one of the things Kiro had pointed out about this flawed plan, if he'd truly wanted it to succeed. The very cream of Yareli's crop was here. While some were dim, and lived in their own world of previledge, some of them would know the pretties face on Channel 4's news lineup. But Sara had been too vain not to do the job herself, and frankly too inexperienced to disguise herself better.

He was in a pretty good mood when she conceded. He would take her by force soon enough, but right now overwhelming the "smart" woman with logic was also delectable. He nodded dumbly when she warned him of further groping. She was occupied with talking to one of the girls in the elevator, and her blush was very becoming. "She's today's catch." he added to the conversation and had the men chuckle with self-congratulatory amusement.

He had his hand on her ass again, squeezing possessively and deep, when the elevator dinged and opened. The others flooded, eager for the black level. Kiro made sure they were the last out.

The greeting room was large, though nowhere near the lobby of The Velvet. Black was integrated with the décor here, but there were other colors too. The gold theme was present, as well. Not that she would pay much mind to that. Not when the corners were already littered with the kind of activity you'd expect from a brothel. One girl was sucking her host. She was nude save for a couple of ornamental leather bands, one of them running down her torso, between her little breasts. His cock was small but she was making a meal out of it. A good mouth on her with her host's hand in her hair, rewardingly. In the corner to their left a girl was bent forward, clawing at the wall while a man was holding on to her waist, and thrusting into her. She whined politely, but there was no real prowess in the man's technique.

Kiro leaned to speak into her ear. "You're new here, and people have already noticed. If I just take you in without using you they'll be suspicious. Get down on your knees and hands and crawl, at least. But do it well. Bend you back and keep you ass up while you crawl." he said, low, like it was urgent. "It'll help you hide your face, too." And before she could agree, his hand slapped her asscheek rather harshly. "Get down, whore." he said loud enough for people to hear, and some head did turns their way.
 
As they rode up in the elevator Sara felt Kiro grab her ass again like he was in a grocery store feeling the firmness of fruit. She tried to ignore it but blushed when he made his comment she was “today’s catch” and one of the girls comment “if I had her body I would be the catch of the day every day”. Riding up the elevator Sara tried to stay calm even though her body was tingle with excitement and adrenalin. As the doors opened the other couples all poured out of the elevator with Sara and Kiro being the last out. Sara quickly scanned the entrance area to the floor with numerous couches and chairs with various couple around the room. There was a hallway that lead to private rooms as several couple headed for private rooms however even the private rooms had glass walls and doors so if someone wanted to play without interruption individuals could still watch the play. Sara could see the first room only from the elevator door and a woman appeared to be on all fours taking who was being spanked with paddle. Sara wasn’t sure what her transgression had been but she was begging for them to stop while the men continued to spank her ass and slap her face. Sara told herself this is what her career was all about, saving a woman like that and making the men pay. As Sara walked out of the elevator she felt a quick slap on her ass by Kiro and call her a whore and to get down. Her ass barely jiggled do to her firm tight little ass and daily work out regimes. While the slap on the ass caused her to squeal out a bit, the face he called her a whore was even more shocking. While she was stunned a man had slapped her ass and called her whore, she had to admit his off handed comment that she needed to fit in seemed logical.

sara slid to her knees arching her back and sticking her ass out like a good little whore. Sara arched her back and stuck her ass out as she began to crawl after Kiro. Sara tried to stay calm as her sliding to her knees seemed to make her more of a show rather than fitting in. Several men walked over to Kiro. “Kiro how do you do it. You always have the best pieces of ass. She is really an amazing piece of art and the slap across that tight little ass. What a lovely whore”. Sara felt her pussy getting wet from the adrenaline of being bare ass and treated like a whore as she stayed next to Kiro. As the men congratulated Kiro on his new toy many moved on. Sara looked up, ”um sir mayve we could go down the hallways and check out the different rooms.” As Sara wanted to see the rooms and also mayve not stick out as the newest pieces of ass in a large room. As Sara commented to Kiro, a large black woman came over to Kiro. Sara didn’t know it but the black woman was the floor manager who was meant to help the members with anything they need.

Ross kissed Kiro on the cheek. “Mister Kiro, so lovely to see you again, and what a lovely pet you have brought us today. Is there anything you need or want. We can make any room available for you. The Anal training ground, body paint, glory hole room, just a plan on dungeon to play with you new pet. Please let me know if you need anything “. As Ross talked she occasionally stoped as the woman being spanked screamed so loud it interrupted her. “Of course you know about all the room with spanking instruments etc. just let me know what you need”. As Ross finished up she leaned down stroking Sara ass making Sara flinch a bit. “Oh my she is a piece of art but not yet trained.

As Ross walked away sara began to have a few doubts. Could she really get this story. This was getting out of hand. Sara tried to stay calm and gave herself a pep talk. No she would do this and she would make these men pay for this.
 
She was in her element. She thought it was because she was a woman hungry for knowledge, and the intention of doing good, but it was because someone who looked like Sara didn't have any business being anywhere else. Beautiful, mouthy things need to find places that can correct them, and use them. Maybe that's why part of her felt at home thought she shouldn't. She blushed at the conversation but there were more lewd things in her future. The kind that would make her elevator conversation boring. Kiro enjoyed the firmness of her ass while they walked, and knew by the way she shifted that she didn't like his glomming.

She was so engrossed in how the Black level unfolded that she was utterly shocked when he spanked her. It was a loud clap but her sound was louder. He had said Whore with such practiced honesty. It was what she would be, by some definition. In the end, he wouldn't be paying for her. Their eyes met, she was offended, but that anger subsided to a resignation. He nodded, stoic, to encourage her understanding, and shivered with delight when the proud woman bent her knees, and very prettily produced herself on the floor. Her ass was up, still holding the red shadow of his hand from its last visit. One of her tits were still hanging out, and with her butt up, he could see straight to her cunt and anus between those springy cheeks. She was wet already, which boded well. Sara Adams, soaking for the incredible oppression of her own gender. He walked and she followed. This was the true dynamic of the two, even if Sara thought she was still playing a role. He shook hands and small talked with his friends, and grinned when he looked down at his newest pet. "She's a hopeless nympho too." he assured them.

He looked down when Sara addressed him. And then he leaned as though to hear her better. And then a loud backhand sounded and people looked over, but soon went on with their own business. They knew it was just another pet whore being punished for speaking out of line. He liked slapping her face. Kiro didn't even give a hint as to why he'd done it, but once her head cleared again, Sara might guess on her own that she was in no position to make requests.

Ross was one of his favorites here. She did as she was told and she held a modicum of power, because of her loyalty. She had betrayed her own family to serve. He winked at the woman and grabbed her ass too, before she went on her way. "I think we'll take the Anal Training room, yes?" He looked down at Sara to see her reaction to that before decidedly walking to where he'd said. On his way, right outside of their destination, there was a girl, Japanese by her build and color, being horribly spanked. She was nude but for the traditional Geta slippers on her feet, not that they mattered much when she was on her knees. Tears were fresh on her face and her mouth was wide agape as she tried to quell the fire on her buttocks with oxygen in her lungs. He made sure Sara got a good look at the suffering woman, since it would be the kind of thing the intrepid feminist would object.
 
Sara couldn’t believe she was on her knees crawling around with one of her breast hanging out. The indignity of it all. At the same time she told herself the story for new coverage and the documentary were practically writing themselves She couldn’t help but think this was all worth it. As she crawled on the floor and Kiro commented on Sara being a nympho too, she blushed hard especially at the responces of the grow, “excellent I can’t wait until gangbang week”, ”i Bet she is a size too” “have you considered her for the hucow competition… can you imagine how big those titties could get”, “strip that bitch down” Sara tried to ignore the comment about her breast. Not only was Sara vain about her body and her looks but about the way people talk about a woman body. She hated phrases like “tits”, “cunt”, etc.

As she crawled along the floor she suddenly felt her face being slapped hard by Kiro. She was beyond shocked. She was slapped so hard her mouth fell open and drool ran down her mouth. She was incoherent for a moment or two as she tried to regain her composure as some of the men laughed and Kiro seemed to enjoy her humiliation as she looked up in rage and horror. As he talked about taking her to the anal training room, she blushed but she told herself it had to be to watch someone else. No one, especially Kiro, dare touch her virgin ass. As she followed him crawling they began to move past the room with a young Asian woman being spanked. Nipple Clamps on her breast and her ass bright red as the man spanked her ass making her scream out. Tears poured down her face.

Sara was horrified at seeing the young woman abused. “Sir…. Master”. Sara stammering with the words but she wanted to be respectful in front of others to Kiro, “we have to help her”. Sara knew she would tell the story of the poor girl suffering but she also needed to try and help her now. “Sir I think the girl has had enough”.

The man spanking spanking the Asian woman turned around smiling at Kiro. He had clealry heard Sara. “What a lovely flower you have there. She appears untouched. I believe your pet is right. My slave would love to take a break and yours appears anxious to take her place.”

The bench allowed for full access to a slaves ass, pussy, breast and mouth. Sara blushed as he couldn’t possible be serious.

the man walked over to Kiro whispered so Sara couldn’t hear: “please enjoy the room. There are shears on the wall to cut off her clothes and of course a lovely assortment of paddles, crops, and lovely canes. I recommend the canes. The canes are lovely. And if the Burning on her ass isn’t enough there is some capsaicin cream on the table. If you apply that to her pussy lips the burning I head is unimaginable.”

sara seemed pleased with herself that poor Asian girl was being allowed off the bench though she wondered what the man and Kiro were discussing.
 
Akahiro saw her fret while she crawled, but it didn't alter her posture. She was good at that. Like it was her natural state. Nobody believed her blush when her cunt was glistening, already. He had done this all for revenge, because she owed him a debt that her sleuthing had incurred, but the way she was performing without meaning to - perhaps she had a talent for this more than her very pretty exterior. She rewarded him instantly when he slapped her. Dumb face. He loved that on her. Her real face. The kind she'd make if she really met the world beyond her sheltered life. He particularly liked the drool. It fit a woman on her hands and knees. He tilted his head and looked back at all her red emotions. She still knew to follow him like a good bitch. She was distracted from the affront when she saw a fellow slut being punished.

She hadn't learned from her mistake, though, and addressed him again, with a request. She wouldn't last long if that little upset her. That girl would be getting it a lot worse before the night was over. Sara's mind wouldn't even be able to comprehend it. But most the girls in here orgasmed from this. They'd rerouted that part of their brains to turn pain into pleasure. Thats how they could survive and thrive here. Before Kiro could lift his palm to give her another quick, hard lesson about her place - for someone who supposedly traded in her own knowledge she was rather dim - his acquaintance halted his abuse of the other girl. They were both deep into the nightly affairs of New City, but the man who was punishing the girl was lower rank than Akahiro. They traded sometimes. It was usually in drugs and weapons, but their business now was much sweeter.

Kiro looked at Sara's hopeful face when the man and the woman left. She was dragging herself out with her poor heinie bright crimson. Her slippers clunked. And then Kiro was left in the room with a renown reporter, still on her knees. He almost laughed. She really did look like an innocent dog, there by his feet. "You got your way, Sara." he said and leaned down to grab her waist. "Whoop." He easily lifted her, indeed like a small animal, and placed her sternly on the vacated bench. The padding would still be warm after the other girl, and the front part was wet with her tears. As for the other wet spots...

Securing her was easy. He could have done it in his sleep.

He stretched when she was immobile, put in place. The grid to the wall that held the scissors also had other cutting tools. He chose a knife and came to Sara, to rest the edge on the one shoulder of her dress. A few twitches of his wrist, here and there, made her flimsy dress fall off. He removed it with another wave of the weapon. "I think you lied to me about your credentials, Sara." he said as the tip of the cutter rode her spine down to her tailbone. The cold metal slid between her asscheeks without drawing blood. And then it was gone. His hand came at her instead, palm wide and strong when he rapped her asscheek. It was a merciless slap.

"You're not as smart as you project." he accused as the barrage rained over her butt, much more violent than the teasing and exciting kind of spanking. It was even harder then the girl she'd "saved" had received it. He let her answer if she could, but he'd keep interrupting her explinations and excuses with unfogiving cracks from his palm and backhand. He had the power to kill a man. She got to taste that with her ass now. Even as the loud claps were rocking the room, Ross came in, with a silver tray of containers a lot like the one his friend had pointed at. A buffet of chemical compounds that had very intentional, rare properties for the service minded, here in The Velvet.

"Before you go, dear," he told the woman. She leaned in obediently. He pointed at Sara's pussy as he continued to spank her ass. "what do you see?"

"She's soaked, sir." Ross noted with a chuckle and was then allowed to leave the room.
 
Sara felt some relief as she saw the Asian woman begin released from the bench but the poor girl looked broken. Sara felt bad for her as she walked out with her master as Kiro reached down and picked up Sara and in one quicky motion put her on the bench with her ass up in the air and her on all fours. Kiro looked strong and athletic but his strength to so easily pick Sara up and the sipped with which he did it was truly a surprise. Sara was in shock to be placed on the bench and felt the straps quickly tightened around her ankles making it impossible for to get off the bench until Kiro unbuckled her. “Kiro what are you doing……. This is embarrassing up here bent over, get me down”. Sara looked at Kiro, “we were trying to help her not put me in her place“. Sara tried to pull off the bench but quickly Kiro had her wrists as tied down as her ankles. The bench spread her legs wide so that her ass was on full display up in the air and her legs spread exposing both her pussy and anus. The cool air of the room reminded of just how exposed she was.

as she was now at the pure mercy of Kiro she saw Kiro grab a knife and begin to cut off the slutty dress so that Sara was quickly and completely nude. Her huge lovely breast bounced below her as Kiro told her she wasn’t as smart as she thought. “What are you talking about………” she blushed as she felt his hand on her and then in a quick motion the palm of his hand landed on the meat of her ass cheeks and made an enormous popping sound, “ouchhhhhh ohhhh my god that hurt”. Sara ass barely jiggled but Kiro hand red hand print was clear on her ass. As he spanked her a couple more times sara arched her back and tried to get away but the well constructed bench held her in place with no ability to escape. “Ohhhhhh god noo…ohhhhh fuck” Sara was furious as she felt Kiro was betraying her but at the same time sara was determined to get her story and expose this place. They wouldnt break her.

as her ass began to feel warm and get red she heard Ross walk in and Sara looking over her should could see the gorgeous black woman walking into the room with a tray of drugs. Ross smiled at Sara like they were meeting at the country club. “Well aren’t you gorgeous.” Ross kissed Kiro. “Well you may not want any party favors but here you go. Of course we have some coke if you get tired with a bump or two you will feel ready to go all night long and with a piece of ass like Sara you may want to go all night long. The pink pill will put her sex drive into over drive. The blue pills will increase her fertility, red will increase her breast size, white will cause lactation and black will cause all of the above. Let me know if you need anything else”. As she was ready to leave and Kiro asked her a question and Ross commented on how wet Sara pussy was, Sara wanted to die.

it was true and the humiliation that she was both in pain and gettting wet and turned on was so degrading. As Kiro went back to spanking her ass Sara was crying and soon tears were running down her face. “You bastard…….”
 
The surprise kept her pliable even when he lifted her. There was a resignation in her body when he applied the motion, like it was awakening something primal in her, that wanted to go along when he took the reins. Her proportions were good on the bench, and her ass, well trained, was perfect when curled up. In this position, he could see her holes perfectly. He didn't even give her a pandering nod when she was still on about this being for her mission. Even if he'd still been on board, it's not like she had much in the way of bargaining with, right now. If they were saving anyone, they'd be doing it his way. Being strapped and posed like that, and still thinking she had autonomy, was exactly the kind of stupid well-educated women were. They'd been taught how the would should be for so long they didn't know what to do when it was as it was. The knife should have been a clue. Even its use to undress her wasn't enough. Oh, maybe she would have been a shitty reporter, after all. If no one did the research for her, she'd fair very poorly when people got tired of masturbating to her newscasts.

Her body realized something, though, when the first slap from his hand landed. The spring of her ass was delectable, and the jiggle was beautiful though limited. And her exclamations were even better. He laughed loudly and suddenly, when he saw her struggle at her bindings. The bench was made for much stronger women than Sara Adams. He saw her suffering as he continued to enjoy, and thereby hurt her ass, but there was a streak of stubbornness showing in her, too. Not bad. He was making her hurt. Ross was an angel and then, when she left, Sara had tears coming down her face. He gave her ass a break so he could come up front and see. The mighty feminist, immobile and bawling from such humiliating treatment. He gasped at her small insult and grabbed her jaw to make her look at him. "Hey, you have to walk a mile in their shoes if you're going to tell their story with any credibility, right?" he said with a venomous smirk.

And then he tossed her head to the side, discarding it heedlessly, like she was garbage, to go over to the table of goodies. He was back behind her all too soon. A hand on her back, though he didn't really need it to keep her still. He had an eyefull of the asscheeks he'd made blood red with his punishment, and a good look at her glistening cunt too. "Are you getting turned on by this?" he asked as though he was disgusted by her. "I thought you were into women." A lot of judgment in his voice just before he applied a healthy glob of the stimulating, burning topical to her already soaking sex. He made sure a heaping amount was on her slit, and gathering on her clit and lathering her entrance. He rubbed it in circles and slid upward, so there'd be a good amount on her asshole too. Taking a step back, he admired his handiwork. Having her fixated like this really did make things easier. She was as any woman should be; usable.

He circled her with a smug, meandering pace, and wiped the rest of the ointment in her hair like she was just an object that would serve him, however he chose to do that. "You'll notice that I was spanking you harder than the girl. And still you're not as bad off, are you? What does that say about you, that you get wet from this harsh treatment, hm?" he asked and stayed by her face. He leaned down to be at her eyelevel. "And, how does that cream feel? As a reporter you should be describing the situation, right?" She was sensitive, and sometimes the cream made them go mad with stimulation.
 
She felt his hand landing on her ass cheek, spanking her ass like she was a bad little girl. She had never been spanked in her life and now as a young woman with her clothes cut off, completely nude and strapped down to a bench she was being spanked by Kiro. It felt so dirty and degrading but it was also turning her on. It was like her first time as a teenager making out and getting felt up. She moaned out as he continued to spank her tight little ass.

As he spanked her ass, sara knew Kiro was enjoying himself and she wondered how much he really wanted to help sara and how much he had agreed to help Sara and her editor Tom just for the fun of getting to play with sara. As he made a quib about sara needing to walk a mile in their shoes, sara was more than upset with kiro but she told herself she had to get this story and she would never let a man like Kiro break her. With tears running down her face she looked up at him

“So true…mmmmmmm ouch” Sara said trying to convey she was humiliated by walking in the shoes of women and slaves used in this club. “Ouch besides it is worth it to get the story . and no man can ever break me Kiro.” She said with false bravado.

Her ass now a bright red that she would feel for several days she watch over her should as kiro took a tube of cream and began to squirt onto pussy and he rubbed a generous portion on her pussy and her anus. The cream felt cool at first was like aloe but slowly a burning sensation began to take hold. As Kirk asked how it felt she looked up. Drool pouring out of her mouth. Sara body began to tense up and her muscles visible as she pulled against the restraints. Her body glistened with sweat. “Jesus ohhh god what did you put on me. God I feel on fire. Ohhhh god I can’t take this”. Sara blushed as she felt her juices running down her thighs. Sara pulled at her restraints as her body was on fire. “Oh god I have never felt anything like this. Please wipe it off.” Sara put her head down and started breathing deeply as her stomach moved up and down as if she was running a race and breathing hard. Her nipples so hard it felt like they could cut glass. Her body wet with sweat. “Jesus I feel like I am in heat…… oh god ohhhh fuck”.
 
He smiled to himself when the abuse of her behind elicited a moan. That showed him she was made for this stuff. A lot of stuck-up bitches did it subconsciously to get this kind of treatment. Well, he guess they knew what category of woman Sara Adams was, even if she hadn't thought it, herself. Her pussy was glittering for him. He looked her in her unfocused eyes when she tried to be formidable again, tilting his head in a doubtful way at her bravado, interrupted rhythmically by his violence to her behind. Hard to make a point like hers when she was moaning. "No man, huh?" he added, mocking her.

But she changed her tune when he applied the cream. All she could do was watch and take it. He smiled to himself and let the compound take its toll on her sensitive parts. It didn't take long until she was mad with the sensation. He laughed when she started commentating on what was happening in real time, but also noted, despite her supposed suffering, her juices were coming rather richly down the inside of her thighs. He crossed his arms and stood in front of her face while her body flexed to endure the burning.

"How about you earn it?" he suggested and looked own at her. "Just say you're a whore, and that all women are just holes for men's cocks, and I'll let you off the hook?" Of course, when she said it, and he was sure she would because she'd proven her willpower was only so-so, he would not honor the deal.

Instead he'd shake his head, like it wasn't enough, and unzip his fliers. The cock that came out was large. To someone as inexperienced as Sara it'd look unnatural, like a joke. He grabbed her by the hair and gabbed his dick by the base to slap her across her drool-smeared face twice. It felt goof with some stimulation. This bitch had cost him a couple of good brothels, and she had thought she'd get away with it. Like babbling on the television would save the fucking world. The contrast between the suit-clad reporter and this crawling slut was staggering. It had well been worth the effort and the role he'd played. He pushed his hips forward and that left the hoed of his cock underneath her nose and over her upper lip. "How about it, Sara?" he asked and rolled the bulbous head on her upper lip. "I'll get rid of the burning sensation for you if you suck me cock. It's a good deal, right? It's way better than anything your dyke girlfriend could peg you with." he said with great amusement. He slapped her a couple of more times with it, for good measure.
 
The desire and burning continued to grow. “God it burns, why why oh god why” drool poured from her mouth as she was shaking from the burning sensation with her pussy on fire. She couldn’t believe Kirk had done this to her but she told herself it was worth if she got the story and she would make him pay. “No no this is too much oh fuck I can’t take the burning”. As she begged for him to stop she looked up as he told her what it would take. She blushed hard at his request but she told herself no one would know and she would never admit it.

“Fine fine…. I am a whore…. All women are whores and we are only good for serving cock. Our holes were made for serving cock”. As she moaned out the words he suddenly refused to honor the deal and now wanted her to suck his cock. Sara was furious but her pussy was on fire and it needed to stop.

“Fine fine I will duck your cock like a good little whore”. As he pulled out his cock she blushed hard as it was massive but the burning of Henry pussy and the sensations were unbearable. She quickly slid her lips over his cock and quickly began to suck his cock. Her pussy was on fire she didn’t care she was gagging like a whore as she deep throates his cock with drool pouring out of her mouth down on her breast making them glisten as if covered in baby oil.

She continued working his cock even as drool and spit covered her face. “Please give me your cock. I will suck you off just please wipe the cream off. She continued to work his cock telling herself no one would know
 
He liked the she was dripping from either end of her body because of the cream. This stuff was fucking amazing. And her body was so unused to be forced to do anything, that it took to it directly. His brow raised expectantly when she looked up at him, and then he groaned in satisfaction when she spewed all that submissive shit. Hearing the news reader say she was a whore, that all women were, was certainly a milestone. She was dumb for thinking it'd get her what she wanted, though, and she caught on to that pretty quickly. She rationalized well enough, though. Or maybe she just wanted to.

He hadn't even told her to continue referring to herself as a whore, but he wasn't about to correct her. The reaction she gave for his cock was flattering, but watching her hurry to eat it was a better use of her mouth. He sighed to feel the slick wetness of her enthusiastic sucking. She was taking it deeper than told and that just spoke to how desperate the cream was making her. "I've gotta say, whore, you're more sensitive to the cream than most. It's just suppose to be a little encouragement." While it wasn't entirely true that other girls felt close to nothing, none of them had been this compatible with it. She was makin a glorious mess of herself. "Is this how you suck your girlfriend's strap-on?" he joked at the gagging slut below him.

When she looked up and pleaded, bargaining for her release, he shrugged. "You want my cock that bad? Alright." he offered and popped the length out of her coated mouth and slathered face. what if she ever went on the air like this?

He walked around her slowly, grip on the base of his dick. He place himself behind her and made sure she had to wait just a little longer for any relief.

And then she'd feel a rather hard, almost stabbing jet of hot liquid crash against her ass. It was hard to piss while he was erected, but his cock knew many trix, given how much he used it. The ray had cleared off a glob of the ointment. "Is this what you want?" he asked. "You want me to piss on you?" It would seem to her like she'd have very few other choices. "You can beg me for it, if you want it."

And if she did, he would oblige, the boiling liquid from his bladder pushing out of his pisshole to power-clean the burning fluid he'd applied, which meant her anus and exposed pussy, thighs and ass would be splattered in his urine. "There you go, Sara Adams, top reporter. How does it feel to become my piss-slut?"
 
Sara worked his cock so hard trying to please him. She would do anything to get the burning cream off her pussy and anus. As she took his cock down the back of her throat gagging with drool pouring out of her mouth she realizes she was “deep throating a cock”. She had girlfriends talk about mostly girlfriends say they couldn’t do it because of gag reflex but Sara a proud feminist lesbian was taking Kiro massive cock down her throat like a porn star. Tears rolled down her face as she kept working his cock and the room filled with the wet gurgling sound of her sucking cock. As he pulled his cock out and slapped her face asking her if this is how she sucked her lesbian lover strap on?

“Oh god no I have never done anything this slutty with Jill”. As soon as she said it she regretted it. Oh god why tell him anything about her personal life. She would certainly tell Jill about what she was seeing in the club but she would lie and say none of it happened to her. As he pulled his cock out of her mouth and left her face a wet sloppy mess he walked behind her and waited for what seemed for ever but was probably only a few seconds. Sara was desperate her stunning body glistening with sweat as the cream continues to burn. “Please I sucked you cock….. please”. As he mad the offer to was it off with his piss. Sara’s mouth fell open. Oh god a golden shower on her pussy and ass.

Sara was desperate, “yes please piss on my ass and pussy”. Suddenly she felt his warm powerful stream of urine washing her ass and pussy. “Thank you oh god thank you. Thank you thank. You thank you” tears ran down her face from the relief. The warm urine providing her relief in the most degrading way.

The club was kinker than she ever imagined and she was determined to see every room and get the story but at the moment tears flowed as she was happy and relieved that her pussy and ass weren’t on fire though her pussy was still soaking wet. She wondered if getting the story took months and she had to endure things like this would it change her sexually. Getting turned on by being abused? Oh god!

As Kirk asked she liked being his piss slut and using her full name and calling her a reporter, Sara blushed but still tied down on the bench she had to be careful in her response. “That was amazing and I can’t believe I did that or you did that to me….. oh god I feel so degraded and turned on at the same time. Please no more of that cream or those pills um perhaps I could go shower and we check out some other rooms?”

Sara was breathing hard, her pussy soaking wet and she was so honey. Her face covered in drool and her ass dripping with his warm urine. God it was still early in the evening and Sara was gorgeous with her body on display but she couldn’t have imagined this and she nervously wondered what Kiro had in mind?
 
The enthusiasm made up for how unpracticed she was. She certainly had a natural talent for it. Even in her crying eyes he could see a sole focus to please the length of meat she was taking into her throat. He'd paid for women who weren't as diligent in this task as Sara Adams was now. He smiled to himself and shivered at the imagery she provided, of the messy, once proud woman now slathering the bench under her chin with her thick saliva, all so that she could get his approval, and the subsequent reward. She wasn't even doing it for fame or money, she was just worshipping his filthy part so that he'd help her quell a discomfort. In a way, she was worse than any of the women here. And she couldn't even begin to see it herself.

He hummed at her confession about her girlfriend. She was being so honest when she was in distress. That was another trick. Either make them suffer to loosen their tongues, or fuck them too stupid to care. It would seem Sara was approaching both states. He thought he saw a surprise bordering on disappointment in her face when he unsheathed from her lathered face. She wiggled impatiently as he circled her, and he enjoyed the motion in her body, ever hindered by her restraints but well presented because of how she was positioned by the bench. Behind her, she was an absolute stunning mess. Between the cream and her own juices, she looked like she'd die without a cock's attention soon. Maybe she felt that way too, even if she didn't realize.

Her begging was lovely soundbites. He gasped when she wouldn't even let her shame stop her from pleading for his piss. He laughed at her when she exploded into gratitude when his lightly yellow fluid forced the globs of cream down, and let her asshole and cunt splattered with his piss instead. She was actually thanking him like he'd saved her or something. "Now this is a Sara Adams that I can endorse." he chuckled out emptied himself on her, and shook the last drops.

He nodded and looked at her when she described her emotional state, and her journey so far. And then he frowned. "You're very welcome, Sara, but don't you think there is a natural development from here? You said you're turned on, and you still left my cock hard, over here. Besides," he said and came over to the cart with the array of chemicals tricks for her. He scooped up a pill, rather large, and walked behind her again. He stroked it in her soaking, slippery slit to gather up some of her pussy lube.

"I haven't fed this hole yet. It's about time for your supper." He then touched the pill to her exposed anus, and easily pushed it in, making sure it went in far, when he inserted his fingers to ushered it as deeply as he could. The medicine would dissolve quickly, and cause a throbbing itch inside her shithole, climbing her tract toward her stomach. "Now wasn't that delicious? This is part of the tour. This is one of the newer drugs on the market. What an exclusive, right?" he mocked her. "How do you like it, Sara? Would you like to continue your tour, or would you like something else from me?"
 
Sara couldn’t believe the relief she was feeling with the cream washes off with Kiro urine. It was only on her ass and pussy but Sara had endured her first golden shower. She was in shock and so humiliated. As Kiro teased Sara about this was a Sara Adams he could endorse. She blushed a bit. “How about you untie me so we can keep exploring the club with our time left tonight. If we take this much time in every room it will take us months to get through the club”.

As Kiro commented on how turned in Sara was with her body being used and Kiro was still rock hard and unsatisfied, Sara blushed hard. What had Tom and Kiro discussed in Kiro helping Sara. Sara was going to make Kiro pay for this. As she tried to stay calm she saw Kiro pick up on of the pills that Ross had brought in. “What are you doing with that pill….. come on let me up”. As he walked behind her kiro could clearly see her tight little ass was no long bright red but was a lovely shade of pink. Sara was clearly nervous as she felt Kiro behind her. As he talked about her anus Sara looked back over her shoulder.

“Don’t you dare do anything to my ass. I am a proper lady and have never done any anal play ever……. Ohhhhh god” she felt him covering the pill in her juices and putting it to her anus. “No don’t you dare…… no ohhhhhhh fuck” she felt him sliding the pill into her virgin ass and even sliding his finger into her asshole to push the pill farther in. At first Sara worries he would put a butt plug in her ass for her to have to walk around with. “Do not put a plug in my ass don’t you dare”

But then she felt the pill dissolving and making her nipples hard again and making her so wet and her ass itching and feeling so horny from the pill. “Ohhhh god what did you do….. oh god”.
 
Even though she twisted in her bindings, embarrassed as the stream of his fluid cut and removed the cream from her, she was still on her mission. She didn't say much else about it. While she still balked at the humiliation, it was obvious she was willing to displace the transgression if she got to see more. But part of her had to know, certainly her pussy seemed to, that this wouldn't stop now. And that must excite her. "But why would you go to the other rooms when there's so much more fun to be had in this one?" he asked her. She was a one track mind, but he was about to teach her new things to obsess over.

She was nervous when he got going with something else. With his dick out, did she really think this would end before he felt done? Her bright butt beckoned him, when he picked that pill up, even if she tensed. When she looked at him he winked back. Her verbal protests were lovely, especially when cut short by her own moans. Fucking anal whore in the making. The sheer amount of pussy juices available as lube should have clued her in to her own lewdness. Her reaction wasn't normal. Sara was gifted in her back door, even if she let slip that he was about to take that virginity from her.

Like she'd read his mind, he also stole a medium sized plug. While she enjoyed the effects of the pill, he closed her up with the plug, which had an obvious ball on the pommel side, sticking out. He let her marinate in the fast-working sensations of the pill. Ross only gave him the good stuff. "I didn't do anything." he said and put a hand possessively on the buttcheek he'd spanked not many moments ago. His fingers dug into the blushing skin and pulled it to the side so he could see the plug better, and the dripping, pissed-on pussy underneath it.

He then backhanded the buttock and that would marry with the feeling the pill was stirring in her. "Question is, what do you want me to do, Sara Adams?" he asked her and put his finger on the pommel, and rolled it, which meant the part that plugged her up will swirl inside her ass, behind her taut sphincter.

"Do you want me to let you go to the other rooms now?" he asked and shrugged, letting the plug be and easily started undoing the straps that kept her in place. He was confident in the pill's effects. "I guess we can go unless there's something else the great journalist and feminist would want to do right now?"
 
Sara couldn’t believe she had let Kiro get her into this situation with her ass up in the air, bent over with her perfect body on display and now a pill in her ass making her horny as hell and driving her crazy. She was furious at herself for getting herself into this situation but she would make Kiro pay for this and all the men members of this club would pay for how they treated women. As she stayed bent over on the bench with her pussy dripping wet and her anus on fire. “I know you want to fuck my ass”. She couldn’t believe she said it out loud but she was so horny she couldn’t stand it and she told herself no one would ever find out about this. “No more drugs please they Are driving me crazy but I will let you fuck my ass this one time.” Sara had never said anything like this before but she was on fire and as degrading as the idea was she needed to fucked. “Please fuck my ass. I want to feel your warm cum pouring into my ass.”

sara pushed her ass up in the air. “I want to see the entire club but before we go to the next room you have to strop the burning in my ass. You have to stop it. I want to feel you cock in my ass and fuck me like a the whore you want all women to be”. Sara blushed hard but she figured this would definitely get Kiro to trust her more and anything was better thqt the burning. God she was so horny. As she felt the head o f his cock at her ass. “Ohhh god” she was so nervous. She had never imagined ding anything like this and she couldn’t let her girlfriend or any of her friend finds out about this. Slowly she felt the head of his cock at her asshole and slowly applying pressure. And then suddenly there was pain and a pop feeling and the head of his cock slowly sliding into her asshole. “Ohhhh my god” Sara couldn’t believe his cock was sliding into her ass. God it felt so degrading and humiliating but her pussy was dripping wet. Her nipples were rock hard as she felt his cock slowly sliding into her deeper and deeper… spreading her ass.

”ohhhh fuck is that what you want Kiro. To fuck my virgin ass……..”
 
He looked at her while her body took to the pill. It had swallowed it up, that crevice closing, sucking his finger on its way out. The pill left like a gift for the very last stretch of her digestive system. Good enough to get into her blood, though. That was the brilliance of it. She should be feeling the perfect engineering, the new age of synthetic things he was going to force-feed Yareli's women. And then there was a stillness in that pretty body. He tilted his head as he waited for it, and then he grinned when she confirmed the chemical's arrival in her synapses. Of course he wanted to fuck her in the ass. The way she carried herself usually, everyone wanted this bitch to get it in the ass before her pussy got a taste of his cock. He wasn't sure of much, but he was dead sure that Sara Adams had not been submissive enough to have tried it before. His cock twitched and a glob of her saliva dislodged from the head when she begged him.

She delivered the speech he wanted. All the well chosen and sharply pronounced words from her newcasts were gone. But she was eloquent as far as her purpose was concerned. Hah. If she'd talked like this on air, he would have tuned in more often. Oh, the things she called herself. She served herself up and he only needed to take her. She could have ran, she could have attacked him now that her bindings were off. But all she did was make it easier for him. She was coming undone as he slowly sheathed into her decimal, stretching it to become a sleeve for his fat member. By the way she was whining and pleading, it seemed he was doing her a great favor. "You're not going to try and get away?" he asked as he continued to push into her, letting her body savor and commit every detail, every vein of his cock, to its physical memory, so she could dream accurate dreams with her asshole while she was still awake, of the first time she was sodomized.

And she had begged for it.

He reached forward and grabbed her hair to make her bend her neck, and expose her throat. She had not moved so she was still pretty much positioned like before. Which made it easy to start moving inside her. Her saliva-juiced asshole and its welcoming squeezing made it easy for him to create a rhythm in her, playing with her stomach with his rod as he went all the way inside, his hips pushing against her asscheeks and the deepest of his thrusts. He was fucking Sara roughly in her ass before her pussy. "Your girlfriends haven't gotten a go yet?" he asked her and huffed during the labor of pistoning in and out of the most sought-after asshole in the entire city. "How does it feel? I heard in an interview you thought this kind of thing was degrading and unnecessary in a sexual relationship." Though she might not answer, with the heavily induced pleasure the pill coupled with his cock now punching her intestines straight gave her.
 
Sara felt his cock going deep in her ass and she couldn’t believe she had allowed herself to be in this position. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back, making her arch her back. She looked so fucking hot and she felt so fucking slutty as his pushed his rock hard cock deep into her tight little ass. The drugs he had put into her made her high sex drive now almost unbearable. And while Sara didn’t believe any girl was a true nympho she certainly felt like one at the moment as she ass for him to fuck her. She couldn’t believe she let him take her virgin ass but now that he was in her, he was fucking her so hard. “Oh god yes fuck me… fuck me harder… come on Kiro on want to Feel your hot cum exploding in my ass”. She blushed hard as she begged for it vut at this point she wanted him to cum soon to bring this humiliation to an end. She told herself she was never going to allow this type of humiliation again. As he pounded into her, body glistened with sweat as they fucked like professional athletes. Her straps now removed but she held onto the bench staying in place as he fucked her harder and harder. Her tits bouncing back and forth. “Ohhhh god .. fuck yes harder harder”

as he pounded into her and her body was on fire she slowly felt herself building. Until finally sara began to squirt hard from being fucked in the ass. She arched her back and tears flowed down her face from both the relief and pleasure of cumming hard but also from the humiliation of being fucked in the ass and cumming from being fucked in the ass. God if she stayed in this club for months and allowed this to happen on a regular basis, how would it change it. As her juices ran down her thighs she was close to coming again as Kiro continued to pound into her and ask her degrading question about her first anal fucking. “God no my girlfriend has never fucked my ass and we are certainly never going to tell anyone about this…… ever……… ohhhh god”. As he continued to ask his questions sara blushed hard but she tried to please Kiro hoping it would end her humiliation and they could move on.

as he asked her how it felt she blushed hard. Sara was breathing hard as she answered his question, “god it feels so degrading, so humiliating… I can’t imagine girls who do this on a regular basis…… oh god but I guess there are more degrading things than this….. ohhhh god please cum …… please .. I can’t take much more”. Sara was so humiliated by cumming hard and being fucked in the ass she wondered if she could do much more recon tonight at the club. Maybe one more room and the try and start fresh tomorrow.

”god please cum … please I want you to cum……… ” she felt him deep in her ass as he continued to pound away. Sara told herself no one would ever know about tonight and it was worth it to expose the club.
 
It was a very welcoming hole, once she had accepted what she wanted. The chemicals in her blood reacted with her natural tendencies, and the point of origin demanded friction she couldn't provide herself. The poor woman, formerly prideful, begged him for that kind of treatment she had condemned others for. She could, but wouldn't escape now. He smirked while he took her hair and she bend her back to accommodate. His cock was snug in her ass, but it wasn't a reflexive squeeze to cut his dick off, as common victims did. Sara wanted this. No, she needed it. He laughed darkly at her words. He saw her fingers squeezing the bench bar to keep herself in place instead of using it to pull herself away and off. He rewarded her for her loyalty to his cock, and he adherence to the whore in her. So he did fuck her harder. She'd only get it from women before, and despite their artificial, strapped on dicks, they wouldn't be able to match his power and speed. He doubted they could even purchase anything his size, either. His legs were strong, and he used that strength to beat her ass up with his hips. And wreck the inside of her, as she wished.

He was about to tell her off, or agree with her, all these fucked-up things she would never say otherwise. But even he was quieted when he felt and heard what was happening with her. He looked down, gasping in delight as his hard stabbings into her shithole had brought out an undeniable reaction on her body. More specifically her cunt. He grunted with satisfaction as stuck her harder with his cock, to further encourage this abominable, beautiful display of a woman coming undone. She couldn't fake this. This was Sara Adams cumming from her first assfuck. It was like a truth serum, coming out of her and affecting her. He didn't let up as he listened to her confessions, which were betrayals of her relationship, all on their own. She didn't care. Not when he was pulling the hair of her increasingly empty head, and making her intestine feel like long, erogenous tunnels under constant frictions. "Maybe you should get someone who'd better at fucking you then." he suggested with a few harder thrusts to make his point.

He liked that she was begging for him to cum, but he made it as laborious for her as possible. He was used to this, even if her ass was spectacular. And even if she was coming down, he saw that she wasn't far from another one. "I also think so." that there'd be more degrading things, but she'd learn them all soon. He looked down as his long meat almost pulled her anus inside out on its way out, before plunging in again. He was torturing her with his stamina. But this was for his pleasure too, once he'd gotten her through one more torturous orgasm, he did thrust the way he liked, and allowed his own body it's release. He grunted, controlled, but hammered into her at a dangerous pace as he filled up her stomach with his valuable, boiling seed.

he took a few breaths to gather himself, looking down at his dick when he slowly pulled it out of her oversensitive crevice. And then, when the softening but still hulking cock popped free, swinging, he moved over to the front. "Ah, there you go. Clean me off so we can go to the next room." he liked the way her makeup had ran, and though her features looked perfect for cocksucking. "Are you even strong enough to continue?" he asked as a jet of post-cum splattered her cheek. "Eat." he reminded.
 
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