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Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 7 Chapter 264/ 14: A Dark Kink Part 1
🕑 Added 2024-06-27 02:53:21 +0000 UTCCrystal practically bounced to the doors and opened the club, and her eyes widened. "Oh, Wow, Terry, you are here?" Crystal exclaimed seriously. I looked to see a large black man with a mustache who was bald and looked intimate physically. I loved it. But the expression on his face as he looked at Crystal showed what a softy he was, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Terry! How have you been!"
Terry, in a black tank top and cargo pants that seemed to have full pockets, was smiling brightly. "Crystal, it's good to see you," he replied with a grin. I hear you have a new Mistress?"
"Mmm, Yeah, meet Angela," Crystal said, turning to me. He looked me up and down. She is amazing, the best I have ever had."
"That is high praise from a short stack like you," he said, towering over her. "I am Terry. Nice to meet you, Angela," Terry said, putting down Crystal, who looked tiny compared to him.
Honestly, I looked small compared to him, as he was easily seven inches taller than me. "Nice to meet you, too. I am Mistress Futanari, Crystal's girlfriend."
"Hmm, I like your muscles. Are you packing more than shows?"
"Yup, I hate how little I show in my arms," I pouted, then I flexed, showing a strong Bicep, Kissed it, then looked at him again, "But these guns can take people down easily."
"I have seen it too," Crystal pipped up. "No word of a lie, Terry. She was carrying me around like nothing while wearing two hundred and forty pounds of weights around her body. Insane," Crystal bragged.
Terry looked at me, more surprised, and I saw the respect in his eyes, "Well, let me introduce myself. I might look like a bouncer, but I leave that to Howard there," he said, pointing out the other guard who was smiling, "I am, in fact, the Paramedic that Samantha calls when things might get, Dicey. I have twenty years of experience as a paramedic, and I know what I am about. I hope you don't make it so that you need to have my service, but if you do, CALL ME INSTANTLY. Seriously, don't panic; call me. I will be outside the door with my gear. I would rather ruin the mood and not be needed than be needed and called late, okay?"
"Understood. Also, why did I bring Crystal along? Because this is my first time doing this."
"I like her even more, Crystal; She knows her limits."
"Terry," Crystal said with a smile, "She is new to almost everything, and fuck is she good."
"You know I am a vanilla guy, right?" Terry responded, and Crystal scoffed.
"If breaking petite white women is considered Vanilla, then yeah, you are vanilla; the only dick I have seen that is bigger is Angela's."
"Crystal, she might misunderstand, and wait, what?" Terry looked at me, shocked. "Are you packing that much?" he asked, surprised.
"More than I should," I said with a smile, "I never lost even to black men when it comes to size. Something to do with how my genetics were fucked up making me intersex. Very rare condition."
"Fair enough, genetic anomalies make world records. I am kind of interested in seeing it. You are bitch breaker too?"
"Crystal probably would never be able to give up on me just by pure dick addiction."
"She's right," Crystal sighed, coming over to my sighing. She wrapped her arm around me and kissed my cheek, "I love her all the same, but that dick was something that broke me the first time it entered."
"You talk too much for your own good," Howard added. I just got messaged by Samantha. You two don't have time to chat here anymore."
"Terry," I said, "I hope I don't need your service, but I am hoping you take care of me and my clients if I do. Thank you for being around."
"You're welcome. I hope the same thing. I will be hanging out all night just outside. I am serious. Just yell out my name, and I will be there. I am used to listening to men and women moan. I am there for you."
"Thank you again," I said, heading inside and up the stairs with Crystal wrapped around my arm. "Nice guy," I said honestly.
"Great guy, he is kinky in his own way, but damn is he good at his job. He is certified and keeps up the certificates for helicopter rescue into the damn Amazon. Samantha pays for him to keep it up to date and anything new. She makes enough money to keep her clients safe. She is my bestie for multiple reasons."
"Well, thank you for introducing me to your bestie."
"I love how you two are getting along. No problem attacking back against your boss."
"We both know I am too valuable for her to give up," I said with a chuckle, "Otherwise, she would not take so much shit from me," I said as we reached the door, which opened a second later with Samantha not looking impressed.
"Damn, straight, I wouldn't take so much of your shit if it wasn't how valuable you are. Also," Samantha looked me up and down, and then her friend said, "You look the part. Going with a gang vibe? Pulled out the old fake tattoos again, Crystal?"
"I did not think it would suit Angela so much. Look at her," Crystal looked me up and down while leaning back, "I am getting wet just thinking about her and how she looks. That dangerous vibe." She bit her bottom lip.
"Yeah, okay. Honestly, you look amazing, Angela. I am kind of like my friend right now; you are fucking hot looking like this." Samantha admitted, much to my surprise.
"Maybe," I said with a grin.
"Nope, I am not going to get broken in by that massive fucking dick in this century. I like my bitches and slaves. Not all women like big dicks." Samantha said seriously, "In fact, A lot of women, like myself, are fucking scared of them. I don't know how Crystal enjoys your massive shlong."
"I-" I thought about it and shrugged, "Honestly. The thought of something my size entering me is scary. I think I might be with you on that." I said with a chuckle.
Samantha laughed, as did Crystal, and we entered her office. "Well, with us getting that out of the way, sit down," Samantha said, and I moved to it. "We are busting out the basement for this play session. It is not a dungeon we use often, but I had it cleaned up. This Dungeon is more bare; we use it only for nights like this." Samantha explained, "I hate opening it up too because," Samantha sighed, "Look, what we are doing tonight is rare. We don't, nor will we do this often. I will only condone it with certain long-standing guests, including Terry, who you met and who is available. If the stars don't align for the customer who wants it, they can fuck off. This shit is dangerous and puts you and me in danger too. I like that you asked Crystal to be with you. Thinking about it now, I would have called it off if you wanted to go solo."
"Okay," I replied, feeling the gravity of things.
"Now, we have paperwork signed. I have videoed both of them that things will get rough and that you are also new to this. They have given video consent. Paper consent and various things to ensure their safety. They even admit that they are paying for the service that you are providing and that you are not an expert in it. I will have one sent to your lawyers, just in case. It will be a password file that will remain confidential. But I am going to be honest with you, Angela, if everything goes south. That might not completely protect you. Are you still willing to go forward?"
Wow. That is a serious topic, and I thought about it, and I felt an itch to try something darker, something dangerous. I would not with Crystal, but I wanted to try these two. But is it worth it? I knew I was going to get paid, but is it worth it?
"I want to see the video of them asking for this," I said then, and Samantha smiled.
"Yes," Samantha said, grabbing her laptop from her desk and opening it up. It took only a minute before she turned it around, and I saw the couple. They were in their forties but started talking in long legal talks. It was them asking that Mistress Futanari, which is a stage name, be requested to enact a Kidnapping scene and to be rough with them. To hurt them and that they are paying for this service and consent to everything that happens to them in case of an accident as long as negligence wasn't involved. It was confirmation that they wanted what was coming, and I looked at Samantha, still questioning myself.
"You can back out if you want. No judgment, and they will understand."
"Fuck it," I said, leaning back, "I am interested in trying." I exclaimed a little, "I am still exploring myself, and I have found a bunch of things I like and hate. I want to know if I like this or hate this. I feel this itch to try, and I wouldn't want my first attempt to be on Crystal, or Alex, for that matter. I get to try it in a clean, sterile environment with a paramedic on standby in case I need help. What better time to try this?"
Samantha was silent, looking at me for a minute, and I wondered what she was looking for. "You know, you might be one of the best things to happen to my friend. You know your limits. You know when to do things and when not to. You can even keep your mouth shut." Samantha turned to Crystal, "What are you going to do when she is at university following her dreams?"
"Follow her. I might like it here, no, I love it here. But I don't want to separate." To my surprise, Crystal said without a second of holding back, and Samantha sighed.
"You are going to make me lonely."
"You can visit like twice a month or something."
"I still will miss you. You come over almost every other day."
"Aw, my big tough bestie will miss me," Crystal teased but then turned serious. "Well, it's not like she won't be gone on sports trips and things like that, right? I can just come back then."
I looked at Crystal, surprised at her sudden confession of wanting to follow me to university. I felt warm and fuzzy at her immediate reply without any thought. This was something that she had decided on no matter the consequence of that decision.
"Well, enough about that," Samantha said, getting my attention again. "We need to talk about the couple you will see soon. I have put them in Mistress Electro's room. She is out of town at the moment, and we will clean up after her. Now, the start is you taking them out of the room and dragging them downstairs. I was thinking about a professional kidnapping service to make it feel more real. They decided against it, and we will have a time crunch. They are very excited. Now," Samantha paused and took a deep breath, "Remember, Temper yourself. Make it feel real; bruising is more than allowed; it is encouraged. Bindings can be right and hurt. You are there to make them feel unsafe, like you might not be the Mistress but a gang member instead. Do you mind using your real names? Obviously, not last names? We can tell them they are fake."
"I guess so."
"Good. Now. Do not be gentle, but do not permanently harm. You are obviously there to make them feel the danger, and they want that. It helps them feel more on the edge and sexually aroused. But, try not to bleed them. It is fine if it is small injuries, nothing major. If you see more than a couple of drops of blood, call Terry. He will be there ASAP. If something looks the wrong color, call Terry. Seriously, you are going in there and hurting them, doing what you want with them. But emotions can run high; they are hoping for that. Let yourself feel sadistic pleasure. You will literally have their lives in your hands. Be Careful. Call Terry if ANYTHING feels wrong."
Samantha was serious, and I agreed with her. I took deep breaths and nodded. "Good," Samantha continued. Now, the couple are in their forties. Oh, Crystal, sign this, NDA for the night, and Waver." Samantha pushed a paper to her. Angela, Here," Samantha then pushed one toward me. "Sign it, or we are not moving forward."
We both signed, and Samantha sighed, "Now, back to the couple; they are in their Forties; they are both into being Cuckolded and frequently are swingers. Both are heavy masochists. Obviously; they are expecting role-play. They want to play the victims. They love to play the victims. So, be careful."
"Okay."
"Good, now they are waiting for you in the room. Crystal will show you. Here are the bags that people can breathe through but can't see through," Samantha said and then passed me a roll of duct tape. "Good luck; I am hoping to hear amazing reviews."
Crystal and I got up. I passed a bag to Crystal, and she looked at the duct tape. "Is it weird that I am getting wet thinking about doing this with you?" Crystal asked as we walked to the door.
"Well, I am getting hard thinking about it, so yeah, we are kind of fucked up," I said with a half smile.
"Yes, you both are fucked up. I always knew at least you were Crystal." Samantha said as we reached the door, prompting both of us to chuckle and exit.
Closing that door felt weird. It was like we had just fundamentally changed ourselves, and I walked forward. Down the stairs, I saw Terry standing beside the door. "I will follow you down and show you to the basement," Terry said, his voice hard. "Go start your work," he said and handed me a mask with another one for Crystal, "To make it feel more real."
I put on the ski mask he handed me, and I could hear my own breathing. I took a deep breath, grabbed the tape, and ensured it would not be hard to start using. Then, my hand grabbed the door handle. My heart started to beat in my chest. Something felt so fucking different this time around, and I was anxious. I closed my eyes. I explosively opened the door, and I saw the couple. One was sitting in a chair in a suit while the wife was in a lovely white dress, and they looked like they were in a hotel looking to go to a party.
I could barely see their features but I moved forward much to their surprise and I reached the man as he stood up in his surprise. My hand slammed against his face and I forced him to the ground before bagging his head and Quickly wrapping his head in the bag before he could even exclaim. I turned to Crystal in that half second and motioned for her to take control of the man which she moved to do while handing me the bag.
My heart was beating in my chest, but the woman looked absolutely stunned and surprised, with a small upturn on her face, giving away that she loved what was happening. That made me smile as I moved, and she pulled her hand away. I grabbed her by the throat, pushed her up against the wall, and grabbed one wrist quickly and easily. I let go of her neck, making her gasp as I was not light with my touch, and I wrapped the tape around her wrists before tossing them down, messing up her center of gravity. Then, using that, I grabbed her shoulder, forced her forward, and grabbed the back of her neck to stop her from hurting herself or whiplashing before grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to her knees. I could tell that she was stunned by the sudden explosive attack from me, and I let go too quickly, bagged her head, and duct-taped it on a second later, picking up the tape from the ground.
Crystal looked at me, stunned by my sudden explosive movement, and I turned to see Terry looking the same. I moved to the man with whom Crystal now had control of his wrists, and he was exclaiming something. I did not know what, as my heart was beating in my ears, and I duct-tapped his arms behind his head and smiled.
"Two bags of money wrapped up to go. We don't have far to go. I wonder, after we break them, how much these pots of gold will go for at the auction?" I said getting into a scenario that made it sound like human trafficking.
Crystal shivered and nodded as I saw the pure lust on her face, and I reached down, picked the man up, and tossed him over my shoulder. The man was saying something, but I did not care. They paid for this, signed for it, and are getting what they want.
"Two sluts for the breaking," Crystal added, "I am sure we will make at least a couple of grand. But they aren't shutting up," Crystal continued with a sneer.
"We can be a bit rougher with them if they don't shut the fuck up soon," I quipped back and grabbed the woman and tossed her over my other shoulder, carrying them easily. "Lead the way. I will shut them up if they get too loud," I finished and both went silent.
Not that I could hear them with my heartbeat in my ears and my cock straining against the tight leather.
Terry led the way, and we followed, which quickly led us to a door next to the stairs on the first floor. He opened it, and we moved down two sets of stairs into the basement, where there was a desk with computer monitors inside the room. Terry was going to be watching, it seemed.
He unlocked the door and nodded to me, and I walked into the dungeon with my heart beating in my ears. "This is a good place to break in new slaves," I said, my voice oddly deprived of emotion, and Crystal looked at me surprised. I could see it in her eyes through the mask, and I motioned my head to the two chairs I saw.
Crystal nodded, and I dumped both of them into chairs. Then, I dragged them on the chairs to separate parts of the room with the sound of metal against a concrete floor. This room was messed up, and I loved it. I was going to have some fun and saw the separation of rooms. Two-barred rooms. With a wall between the two. They could see out but not each other. It was a find, and I realized I would need to familiarize myself with this room. For now, I separated them and ensured with tape they were not going anywhere.
Time to plan.
Then, it was finally heard in each room.
"Oh, god, that was too good," I could hear almost under their breath as they confirmed to me once again that they loved what was happening.
I needed that.
I took a moment to breathe and looked at Crystal, taking off my mask.
I could see her lusty expression even more clearly as she took off hers. She licked her lips and looked me up and down again as if seeing me again for the first time.
Fuck I loved that look. "We have time before the Auction," I said with a grin, "We can take our time breaking them in. I bet their asses are tight."
We both chuckled darkly, and Crystal turned on all the lights. The place lit up, and I smiled, looking around like a kid in a candy factory.
Comments
Shamim
I agree 💯
Shamim
Fuck fuck, my blood is boiling to the peak, I absolutely love this. Madjic your brain is fantastic fucking fantastic. The whole time am reading my HEART, BODY , AND BLOOD RUSHES GOING BERSERK!! what ever you do madjic please continue, please, I don't think I can wait even a day I NEED NEW CHAPTER ASAP. Fucking amazing shit I won't be able to sleep tonight fuck.
AnarchyBellic
well i guess we have a cover image here for this week Angela standing in the basement in her biker outfit
Patrick G
Can we get a special chapter that shows from the couples (customer's) view point? We always see from Angela's so this would be different.
Czelphaghor
Fuck that's hot. Can't wait for the following chapters
Patrick G
WTF ... damb good chapter ... got my heart pumping thinking about what's happening next.
Curtis1122
Yes! Thank you!
Madjic
I spoil you all, lol. Or at least the LOADF readers lol.
