Beware the Purge: The Sub

Content Overview: 18+ Readers only! This book contains fictional references to murder, physical and mental trauma, as well as strong language and elevated consensual b**m practices. Thank you to everyone who decides to give this story a chance. The horns sounded again in the distance. The woman lets out a shaky breath as her expensive heels click along the neon-lit alleyway. She stops at the dimly lit door with a pink neon kiss in the bottom right corner. Tapping four times, her hand barely pulled away as the latch clicked. A man dressed in leather belts crisscrossing over his chest stares down at her. The gleaming knife was already in his hand as he looked over the slip of of a dress, then the empty black street behind her. The horn sounds through the city again, only twice, counting down the minutes. “State your business here.” the guard says, his voice hard. She stiffened as the alarms sounded again. “S-Sub, wishing for the sanctuary and control of a Dom this purge night.” The invitation was clear, she needed to be direct or she would not gain entry. “You may enter, follow the blue lights to gain access to the front desk.” “Thank you…sir,” she says, her heels clicking against the black marble, the blue lights buzzing. The guard only nodded and shut the door behind her with a loud bang. Locking it tightly in place “Welcome, please state your role, limits, and your present ID.” A nice gentleman stated behind the desk. “umm, yes, Sub, limits are scat, pissing, sounding, alteration, and death, of course…” The gentleman laughs, “Can never be too careful with the purge underway my dear. Understood, you have no weapons, I presume? “No, sir.” “Lift your dress and show me.” His eyes and tone were respectful. “of course..sir” the sub stutters, lifting the simple white silk of her dress to the top of her pert breast. “mhmmm, lovely…thank you dear. Are you certain you are good at everything else that may happen here tonight?” “Yes, sir.” “Good. Sign here. You have matched up with a Dom. He will find you inside the club, get yourself a drink and relax…enjoy the entertainment for a bit…your safe word for the evening is Bonkers.” “Bonkers? why?” He did not answer for a moment, watching her. “I'm sorry sir, why bonkers, sir? “Good girl. We’re all a little mad here…might as well embrace it, right?” he says, smiling as a large metal door opens, pulsing electronic music filling the small hallway, beckoning her forward. The woman enters the hall, the waiting room door slamming behind her. Three people rush towards her, stopping just before they reach her, pulling open a door labeled only with a neon blue “V”. A small woman with a bright pink pixie cut is the last to enter the almost invisible door. She glances at the new woman, her eyes brightening slightly, “would you like to see?” the pink-haired woman whispers. “Umm, I have a Dom waiting for me…” “Come on Pinky! The show is about to start! I know you love the beginning!” A man calls from the hidden hall. “I’d better go…” Pinky says, her cheeks blushing the same shade as her hair. “I hope I get to see you tonight…” she whispers, shutting the door quickly. “Miss, right this way please.” The sub looks up to find the man from the lobby standing at her back, his arm extended, gesturing her forward. “Of course, Sir.” “So you chose not to join the voyeurs?” “No, I thought it best not to…with the Dom coming to get me…” “Probably a wise decision,” he mutters, pulling open a black door, to reveal the grand room. The design of the dark room with neon lighting speckled throughout is spectacular, the two-story stage pulling every person’s eyes to the show in the center of the room. Men and women stand on the first level, striping off their clothes in slow sensual movements. Their bodies are angled perfectly to display the main stage showcase of bodies displayed in Shibari and St. Andrews crosses. “Quite a show is it not?” the manager asks, smiling down at the woman. “Yes, sir, I have never seen anything like it…” The manager's laugh rings clear and free through the air, “I suppose not…but we welcome all degenerates into this haven…as long as they follow the rules…we don’t take action against them. Now, what drink would you like?” He touches her soft bare shoulder, gently turning her towards the long black bartop with blue, pink, and purple neon lights on the bottom, accenting the black leather chairs and neon shelves displaying the various alcoholic drinks along the back wall next to the entrance. “What drink can I offer the tasty little sub, this frightfully lustful night?” the bartender asks, smiling as he straightens his black vest and bright red bowtie, with a smirk. “Umm, Moscato, please…sir.” The bartender’s smirk widens into a smile, “Such a good girl. I’m so proud of you.” The sub blushes brightly, “Thank you, Sir.” “Of course, here’s your drink, slut…would you like something else to slide down your throat?” “I’m not sure…my dom.” “I’ll allow it if it is something you want, you are my slut, and I don’t mind sharing your holes.” A deep voice says the sub and the bartender, turning to find a male wearing a mask with neon X’s for the eyes and a stitched smile across the mouth. “So w***e, do you want to show your master what a good girl you are and deep throat the bartender’s c**k?” “…yes sir…” “God I f*****g love the purge!” The bartender says smiling, opening the bar shelf. “It is the best night of the year.” The masked Dom says, leaning into the sub’s neck and whispering “I’ll only push you so far, tap either of us three times if you need to stop.” “Yess…Master.” “mhmm, good girl. Now the bartender is going to get me a neat scotch. You are going to be my good little doll and pay him properly with your mouth…and get yourself another drink while you are at it.” “Yes, Master.” The sub says, stepping behind the bar. The bartender smiles, kissing her neck softly, his red silk bowtie tickling her skin, “Such a good girl” he whispers against her neck, unbuckling his pants and freeing his c**k. The sub glances down, her eyes taking in the bartender’s long c**k, a bit of precum already on the tip of the redhead that is slightly larger than his shaft. The sub is on her knees in a moment, “mhmm, wanting a little w***e isn’t she?” the masked dom says, his neon-stitched smile turning up more at the corners. The bartender's hips pump forward slightly. The sub opened her mouth, her tongue shot out, licking up his precum. She closes her eyes, a soft moan escaping as the slight salt of the bartender’s essence hits her taste buds. “What was your drink again sir?” The bartender asks, smirking down at the sub, his hips pumping forwards as she twirls her tongue around the head of his c**k and down his shaft. “A scotch severed neatly.” “Yes that’s right, here you are.” The bartender reaches for the bottle on the back counter and glass, forcing the sub to follow his movement to ensure his c**k did not slip from her lips. She pulls him in deeper into her throat, as he pours her master’s drink. She circled her tongue up his long shaft and large head before driving him into her throat. The bartender lets out a groan as the sub begins twirling his shaft again. The masked Dom’s laugh was deep and joyful, “My slave will ensure you have full payment by the time I finish the drink.” The sub’s core tightens at her master’s words. The bartender flexes his c**k making it bob down the sub’s throat, causing her to gag slightly and pull back. Dutifully she continues to swirl her tongue along his shaft and head as she catches her breath. “Hmm, she is such a good girl.” The bartender cooed, his thighs flexing with tension. The sub circles him once again as she takes him down her throat, reaching her tongue out to caress his balls. The bartender’s fingers lace into her hair in a gentle caress, pumping her throat on his flexing c**k pumping his warm, slightly salty c*m down her throat. “mhmm, such a good girl, I’m so proud of you.” he says pulling her head back, savoring the lustful glaze in her eyes. “I think you may have the best sub this year.” The bartender says to the masked dom while helping the sub to stand. “Hmm, we still have a long night ahead of us. One decent blow job isn’t all I’ll require of her tonight.” “f**k I hope not.” the sub says, downing the rest of her mimosa. Her Dom and the bartender laugh, “Seems she’s got a bit of a bratty side as well.”