Chaste in Space Ch. 02

Dearest Constance,

You'll never guess what happened last night. Someone had an "accident" and came. I'd wondered what happened in these cases, for surely there must be slip ups since only a few of us have neural implants that can completely block orgasm. Well, I got to find out last night.

I was in the parlor chatting with Marine and waiting for customers when a soft chime sounded from above. "Attention all patrons and staff. Victor has broken the rules of our establishment, and will be punished shortly. Any who wish to view his punishment please come to the showroom. Thank you."

I looked at Marine who giggled and grabbed my hand, pulling me along until we entered a room designed like a theatre, with a few rows of chairs and a stage. She pulled me to sit on a bench at one side of the stage, saying we could watch unless a customer called us over. Others filled in slowly, clients taking the cushioned chairs and staff joining us on the bench. A few clients had already called someone over to service them as they waited. Soft chatter filled the air. Aside from the occasional moan, you would have thought it was a normal performance at the theatre.

Almon entered from a door behind the stage leading Victor on a leash. The front of Victor's belt hung loose, leaving his front hole exposed. He was left to stand at the front of the stage, head hanging, while Almon and a few others wheeled a spanking bench and several large chests into place.

I sucked in a horrified breath when I saw Almon begin to pull paddles and restraints from the chests. I had liked the Leopard thus far, but to punish a worker with pain seemed downright barbaric!

Marine looked over and asked if I was alright. She laughed when I expressed my horror, saying "Oh it's not so bad as that. It's all part of the show, you know. Victor will have been given a choice before he got on stage, and he'll have some sort of safe signal. In fact..." She frowned. "Victor likes pain more than most. You watch, he'll be trying to get everyone to squeeze his bruises for the next few days. It's not like Almon to practically reward a lack of discipline." She shrugged.

Her words soothed my mind somewhat, but I wondered aloud if the customer would share the punishment.

"Sometimes. But usually it's a fine or a temporary ban from the Leopard. Most of the customers who like to push the rules wouldn't be put off by making a show of themselves on stage. A fine isn't much of a deterrent either, but at least then we make money off of it!"

I began to see that it was, as she said, all part of the show. Victor would be punished and probably enjoy it. We would watch and be stimulated further by the sight, which might lead to more slip ups, more punishments, and so on.

While we talked, Victor had been unlocked from his belt and strapped down on the bench with his ass facing his audience. Almon delivered a short speech about his crimes (cumming while being fucked in his front hole, begging the client not to stop when he was close) and commenced the beating. It immediately became clear to me that this was no abuse. Victor moaned and writhed in very evident enjoyment. I could even see him arching his back and leaning into each stroke.

Marine saw a client signaling to her and left me to watch alone. You know I've never been averse to a bit of pain, Connie, and Almon looked very skilful. I wondered what it would take to convince a customer to "slip" with me, though a week of fucking and denial has proved I really cannot cum without attention to my clit. I thought about being bent over as I had been my first night. Only this time the result would be a glorious climax rather than an agonizing ruin, and it would be followed by a beating as everyone ogled my dripping, satisfied self.

I must have looked rather flushed by the time Marine returned, because she giggled and elbowed me. I realized I was grinding the heel of my hand against the front of my shield for the little pressure it gave me. Constance you wouldn't believe how a week and a half of denial will make you treasure every little sensation.

On stage, the beating drew to a close. Almon spun the bench without untying Victor, placing him sideways to the audience. He then applied several more straps and restraints. I could see that Victor would now have very little movement, and that the straps dug into his bruises in a way he appeared to enjoy. Then Almon began to attach and adjust metal arms to the bench. Marine chuckled beside me, saying this was the real punishment, but refused to explain further.

It soon became clear what Victor would have to endure. Three arms held cocks, and were positioned to fill all three of his holes. The fourth held an appropriately sized stroker positioned on his t'dick. All dripped with an oil Marine told me increased sensitivity as well as functioning as lubricant.

As the arms began to pump and the stroker whirred to life Marine pointed out to me how each arm moved at a different rhythm. The stroker (which also vibrated and provided suction, she told me) activated its different modes in random short bursts. There would be no getting used to the stimulation, and no hope of orgasm.

I wondered even more what it would feel like to be in his place. You know I've worked my fair share of shifts in our house, but we didn't have anything so exotic as this. And I think Aunt Damiya might have skinned me alive if I'd been so disloyal as to explore Mary's offerings.

To distract myself I tried to focus on the mechanics of the machine. I whispered to Marine to ask why they didn't just use projector fields rather than clunky mechanical arms for such a delicate application. She whispered back and told me they do.

It turns out the arms are there more for aesthetics rather than function. The thrusting is powered by a field, although the arms "stiffen" the motion a bit (Marine's words, not mine). Being fucked by a robot just looks more "punishing" than an invisible force. The arms are removable if needed, but almost always used for shows like these. I looked at the mechanisms afterwards; it's really all quite clever. I don't mind telling you that even my thorough examination didn't half satisfy my curiosity about what it must feel like.

This all was very interesting, and did distract me a bit. Not much though. Victor's moans made sure of that. He looked a few times as though he might actually cum. Constance I am very nearly considering finding a way to earn this sort of punishment for myself.

After a little while Almon called out, and Darius came onto the stage. Almon told us all he was being merciful, that Victor was being allowed to earn his freedom. All he had to do was make Darius cum in order to trade places with him. Then Almon tied Darius (who was hard by now, of course) with a hip harness so that his cock was just inside Victor's mouth. He could move forward to fuck Victor's face, but couldn't pull himself all the way out.

Marine winced in sympathy and whispered to me. Apparently Darius and Victor have become an item in the last month or two. Pitting them against each other already had an element of cruelty to it, but our situation at the Leopard adds another facet. They've done a great deal together but, of course, they've been locked up all the while. Now Darius was finally unencumbered in his lover's mouth, but would suffer should he take advantage of this fact. Meanwhile Victor could seek to be released by only at Darius' expense. I wondered if either of them would be able to resist.

I was distracted from watching by a mixie who wanted to fuck me, but with a little coaxing I persuaded xir to take me from behind so we could both watch. Being filled while watching such a show, hands chained and unable to provide myself the smallest bit of relief... Connie I can't begin to describe what it did to me.

Darius held out, to begin with. He didn't thrust into Victor's mouth, only let him suckle the head of his cock. But you could see how much he wanted to by the set of his shoulders and the way he held himself so rigid. He practically vibrated with desire.

You could see, too, that he crept forward a little at a time. Soon his whole cock was in Victor's mouth. Then he began to thrust. Victor in turn welcomed him enthusiastically. I think he even liked the nearly excessive force Darius used.

You could see Darius trying to hold off, Connie. The set of his jaw, the strain in his arms, the way he'd slow and nearly pull himself out of Victor's mouth, it was clear he was trying to prolong the experience. But he clearly couldn't resist. I don't know whether Victor's mouth was exceptionally skilled, or Darius didn't want to waste this chance to be with his love, or whether a week and some of denial simply had him ready to cum no matter the cost.

It was only a few minutes before Darius shouted and strained, hilting himself deeply in Victor's throat. Victor swallowed him eagerly. The sight seemed to inspire my client, who upped xir pace and drew new moans from my own throat. I will own, I found it quite distracting. By the time xi finished with me Darius had taken Victor's place. I stood watching, still bent over and letting my client enjoy the sight of their cum leaking from my aching cunt.

Darius looked as if he couldn't decide whether he was in heaven or hell. I suppose that, just having cum, he was rather sensitive. Victor meanwhile, had claimed Darius's mouth and appeared to be being rather aggressive about it. My client began to finger me, curling their fingers in a way that was distressingly pleasurable.

Xi left me there like that. Cuffed, legs spread, looking like I was begging for another good fuck. Connie it was glorious. The simple fact that my belt was unlocked but I was still helpless to see to my own pleasure increased my longing tenfold. When someone ran a finger up my thigh I was halfway to offering to pay *them* to touch me. They didn't, sadly, though someone did put a set of fingers on my mouth for me to suck.

I couldn't tell you how long I stayed like that. Less than an hour, or I'd have started to ache from the position. When Victor and Darius were set free, Mina came along and freed me as well. She giggled as she did up my belt and took me with her up to the showers to clean off.

The rest of the night was nothing much to speak of, aside from the aching need that I can never quite get used to. I think that if I did, working here would lose much of its appeal. One thing I know for certain, Connie. I truly must find a way to get myself punished.

All my love,

Lulu