Louetta here. This is Boudica Part 11. Everybody mentioned in this story is at least eighteen.
So far in the story I'm working in Amsterdam at a BDSM club with my Dutch female cousins. My goal is to get into video and film work and I needed to get experience performing in the nude. While here I came across members of the German BDSM organization Das Erwachen, and wanted to get practice doing scenes with them, but first I had to be accepted into their organization and a major part of my initiation would be judging my willingness to engage in various sex acts. In the last chapter, I had agreed to participate in a test where I would have a train run upon me, but it didn't work out when it developed that the train involved anal rather than vaginal sex. I was an anal virgin and fled the scene with the club boss's assistant Erika, just before the boss arrived to do the both of us.
Both Erika and I expected some sort of retribution for backing out, as it were, of the planned anal adventure. But nothing really happened. The boss was convinced, however, that we had had help escaping from the penthouse room where we had been awaiting completion of the acts and wanted to know who the traitor in his organization was. In fact we hadn't had help, we just managed to sneak away when he detoured into the penthouse kitchen to get a midnight snack before coming to the bedroom to do us. We were questioned next day and knew he had not accepted our denials, but for several days nothing else happened.
Friday night I came to work and did my accustomed two striptease acts in the main ballroom of the club. After the second at 2AM I stayed in the restaurant for a time getting my regular midnight and after meal, watched the shibari show in progress for a few minutes and then headed for the bunny room still in my stripper's dress to gather my things and head home. Well the boss was waiting for me. We were alone and he knew he intended finally to have his way with me. This time in the manner in which God intended, not in my bum. And he was going to take his time about it.
"So you thought you were going to walk away from this." He pushed me into the bedroom where the girls slept if they were staying overnight and locked the door behind him. He forced me onto one of the cots, mercifully on my back, and handcuffed my wrists above my head with the hardware he had waiting for me. I knew he was going to rape me. And he probably knew that after getting naked before a crowd and prancing around in my birthday suit in my two strip routines I was horny enough to want it. And I did. Maybe not from a fifty-five year old man with a pot belly who smelled of cigars and alcohol, but I wanted it. And I was going to get it with just my hands chained, so I could put up the best fight I could so he could enjoy taking me all the more.
"Please don't do this, I'm only eighteen!" But despite my protestations I could feel my nipples standing up on my breasts and the little rumble down inside me as I started getting wet. I hadn't had it in two weeks since we had come to Europe.
"You know what I want to know..." He meant who helped us escape the other night. Like he would let me go without fucking me if I told him. He sat down on the edge of the cot and started taking his shoes and socks off.
"We told you, no one helped us!" I was getting scared now, I knew I wasn't going to be able to talk him out of raping me and the thoughts of what it was going to be like made me even hornier.
