This is part of a voter-driven story. After each scene is posted, a new poll will be put up so voters can collectively decide what happens next.
Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, bondage slavery, bondage, handcuffs, ballgags, slave auction, voter-driven, harem, brothel, chains
“In my opinion, this next item is one of the best we have on offer tonight. A nineteen year old Latina. Just look at her. Dark hair, natural curves, and these D-cups are one hundred percent real!
This one was shaking, scared. Rosa loved to see it. The auctioneer had taken an instant dislike to the stuck up little know-it-all from the moment she laid eyes on her. She indulged that dislike by reaching out and giving her a smack on the boobs. The bitch squealed into her gag and Rosa had to suppress an urge to roll her eyes. Her hand hadn’t even touched skin, there was a corset in the way. What a baby.
“She’s a smart one, too. A Valedictorian when she left high school and top of her class right up until the moment she got her new job. She speaks English, Spanish, and French; can play the violin for you, and—”
There was no need for Rosa to hide her smirk as she suddenly wrenched the nineteen-year-old in front of her, wrapping one arm over her chest under the throat and giving her a sharp pinch to elicit another pathetic squeal. This one was louder.
“—she’s just oodles of fun to toy with!”
Rosa gave the bitch a shove forward, enjoying watching her stumble in those heels.
“Bidding will begin at $20,000.”
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Winner: The Madam of a harem-themed bondage restaurant and brothel
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Three Weeks Later
“Tonight is your first night on the waiting staff. Be ready.”
Sabrina felt herself blush, not missing how Madam simply ordered her to be ready, rather than asking her if she was ready like an actual restaurant manager might.
The enslaved ex-college student was grateful for the crimson veil that covered the lower half of her face. It was just one part of the soft, almost translucent materials that ran up and down her body. The enslaved ex-college student was draped in crimson, black and gold. Sabrina’s legs and arms were covered in the most transparent parts of the outfit. Little gold bangles chimed on her wrists and ankles, with similarly colored little nets of gold coins dangling off her otherwise solid black halter-top bra and panties. And of course, there was the belt at Sabrian’s waist. Not a chastity belt, but sturdy and metal and attached to the chains that kept Sabrina from raising her hands too high or away from her midsection.
This place, this “club” took its harem theme very seriously. Everything from the servants to the decor, from the main dining room to the… private rooms… were like something out of an Arabian Nights fever dream. Madam herself–Sabrina’s owner, who had bought her from that horrible auction–was dressed up in the same kind of gauzy outfit as her staff of girls, although her blue and purple veils covered quite a lot more than everyone else’s. The brunette woman was tall, and Sabrina judged her to be in her late-forties.
Madam seemed… not kind, but fairly reasonable. Especially compared to Sabrina’s original kidnappers. She rarely yelled and only physically punished her slaves when they openly disobeyed her. Otherwise punishments were loss of privileges. Having to sleep on the floor instead of the luxuriously comfortable, if communal and cramped, beds; getting the bland nutrient slave paste instead of letting them eat cook-prepared foods. That sort of thing. It was much preferable to the constant yelling, harsh corporal punishment, and blunt use of her body that had been Sabrina’s introduction into this new life of bondage slavery. She would do almost anything to keep from going back to that.
If nothing else, at least Sabrina didn’t have to worry about Rosa anymore. That skinny woman had seemed to hate Sabrina from the moment she laid eyes on her, and Sabrina had been the focus of her sadistic attention enough that Madam was an improvement, no matter what she expected of her.
“Are you just going to sit there, staring blankly all night or are you going to answer me, slave?”
Sabrina flinched and bowed her head low. “Yes Madam! I’m sorry Madam! I was not trying to be disrespectful!”
Madam grunted. “Of course not, you’re much too shy for that. But get your head out of the clouds, slave. As much as the customers will enjoy teasing a shy, fresh girl like you, their patience will have limits. Mess up an order and they’ll take it out on your–ah, speak of the devil. Just look for yourself.”
Slowly, Sabrina turned and looked past the beaded curtain of the backroom just in time to see one of the other waitresses–Julia, a blonde dressed in veils of silver and bright teal–shoved onto her table by a patron and spanked in full view of everyone.
Off to the side, just above the table in question, was one of the cages Madam kept dancers in throughout the night. That one was Isabel, another Latina like Sabrina, with very short hair and white and red veils. Sabrina saw her stumble in her half-unconscious motions as Juila was so roughly grabbed right in front of her.
Others glanced. Sabrina saw some other patrons watching with wide horny smiles at the display. One man was pushing a server Sabrina didn’t recognize into a private room and glanced backA pair of other serving girls busy preparing the stage for the belly dancing show that would be put on later didn’t so much as glance at the spanking. But by and large the business of the club resumed. By the time the man was done and shoving Julia back to her feet, laughing as he did, everyone had stopped paying attention.
“Enough dawdling,” said Madam from behind Sabrina. “Get out there. Show me you were worth paying for.”
Sabrina gulped. “Yes Mistress,” she managed to say out loud. WIth one more deep breath, the former Valedictorian stepped forward. She spied her assigned tables off in the corner furthest from the back room. Madam and some of the other servers said that was where new girls were usually sent.
“Finally!” Called a new voice, and Sabrina was pulled off her feet and to the side before she fully registered there was a hand on her arm.
“I’ve been waiting forever for you to come out from behind that corner! How long were you standing there, ten minutes? Fifteen? You naughty girl, you. Trying to avoid me like that.”
The hand that grabbed Sabrina’s arm had now become two, traveling all over her torso. They groped her chest and wandered down to her belly and bottom before climbing back up. Sabrina remained stunned for what seemed like forever before she realized that one of the customers–a woman, though there was a smiling man on the other side of the table–was thoroughly feeling her up.
“Oh, just look at those wide eyes. And I don’t recognize you at all. You must be new! Honey, get over here, you have to feel these amazing tits. They’re.”
The man chuckled and held up his hand. “I’ll wait, thanks. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of chances later on.”
Sabrina’s grabber laughed out loud. “You know me so well.” Then she leaned in to practically nuzzle Sabrina’s neck. “But you don’t know me at all, do you cutie? But don’t you worry about that. You’re going to get to know me and my husband very well in a little bit.”
Oh God. Sabrina did not like the sound of that. But Madam had been very, very clear on what was expected of her in this new “job.”
“Yes Ma’am,” she said in barely more than a whisper.
That just made the woman giggle harder. She had long black hair, Sabrina noticed for the first time. She was thin, almost as skinny as Rosa, and was wearing a bright purple stress that made her pale skin stand out.
Her husband on the other side of the table was a lanky man, with no tie on his suit and combed back blonde hair that probably came down to his ears when it hung loose. His eyes were devouring both Sabrina and his wife as she groped the serving girl.
Then Sabrina yelped as the woman gave her a quick bite on the ear.
“I’ll let you get back to work for now,” giggled the woman. Her hands finally left Sabrina’s body. “But we’re going to reserve your time just as soon as you stand up. We’ve never been able to play with a new girl before. Oh, we’re going to tie you up tight.”
Shaking, Sabrina scooted off the booth seat and back to her feet. She did not turn back to look at the couple, but her eyes briefly turned in the direction of the back room, where she saw Madam staring back expectedly. There was a cold, satisfied smile on her face. Of course. She must be happy that her newest slave had earned herself a private audience literally within minutes of walking out onto the floor.
Sabrina lowered her head again, still grateful for the veil hiding her bright red cheeks, then turned back to the customers and bowed. From there she resumed her walk to her assigned table, waiting for the moment when the married couple would pull her aside into one of the private rooms.