all characters are fictional and over 18
Danielle was backstage getting ready for her set coming up. At night she worked as a stripper to make extra money while she got through college. It wasn’t the most glorious job but it payed okay for what it was, she just had to tolerate all the creepy old men for a few hours a night, including her boss.
She was a pale girl with straight black hair to her shoulder, baby bangs on her forehead, hazel colored eyes with winged eyeliner, and black lipstick on her lips. Dangling cross earrings and a little chain piercing across the top of her nose. She had a slender body with massive D cup tits that she showed off topless with two black X pasties over the nipples. She wore purple pleaser heels with white painted toenails, ankle bracelets on each leg.
She had a gimmick that made her a little different, her stage name was “Denied Danielle” because she wore a metal chastity thong. The waist bands both had locks that attached in the middle And the underwear part was a metal plate that covered her pussy except for a thin slit in the center that allowed her clit to poke through so she could be played with and stimulated, without the pleasure of being fucked. The slit could be adjusted with a screw on the metal plate to add some tension to the clit for stimulation purposes, it was perfect because she was into kink/bondage stuff outside of work and it added to her character at this job.
As she was minutes from the stage, Danielle’s sleaze-ball boss, Dimitri came back to talk to her. She rolled her eyes when she saw him, he only ever talked to her when he wanted to collect his fee for letting her dance there. Didn’t help that she owed him back pay too.
“Danielle, my darling!” He said
“Ready for your set? Lots of customers out there. That means lots of money to be made, which is great for you cause you still owe me lots of money don’t forget”
“Yes Dimitri” Daniele sighed
“I haven’t forgotten, you remind me every time I come here”
“Well it seems reminders aren’t doing the trick now” Dimitri spat.
“Back in my country, if a woman doesn’t listen, you get to smack her across the face a few times, remind her who’s in charge”
Danielle scoffed at him, disgusted by his misogyny.
“Well thank god we’re not in the shit hole you came from or id be in a lot of trouble wouldn’t I?”
Visibly angry by that comment Dimitri got in Danielle’s face, his eyes wide, his hot breath filling her nostrils.
“Watch your tongue little lady, don’t forget who’s the fucking boss around here. You’re in debt to ME. That means I OWN you, until you pay it off. Now be a good girl and get your ass out there and make my money.”
Danielle glared at him and made her way to the stage, her tits bouncing and her ass jiggling as she stormed off, her heels pounding the floor beneath her. The speakers began to play her intro music with a pre recorded intro for her as well.
“Please put your hands together and get your wallets out, for the woman you can touch but can’t fuck, Denied Danielle!!”
The crowd cheered as she strutted out on stage, her big tits bouncing as she smiled, waved and winked at all the men holding cash. She held her tits in her hand, shaking them and blowing kisses as the men roared. She grabbed the pole in the middle of the stage and twirled around it, kicking her leg up and throwing her head back. She went to the front of the stage and squatted down, opening her legs wide, showing her metal plate thong, her clit exposed just through the little slit. The men clamored to her, sliding money to her that she tucked in her waist line. She kept her legs open and put her hands on the ground behind her, humping the air at the men as they cheered, feeling her thighs and her tits and a couple of them even rubbing her clit some. She allowed it briefly since they payed her so much and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t turn her on to be groped just a little bit, at least the shield kept them from putting any fingers inside her she figured. She finished collecting the money, did a few more moves for the fellas and then made her way off stage for the next dancer.
Danielle confidently made her way back to her dressing room, counting her stack of money when she heard Dimitri clear his throat from across the room.
“Ahem”. He said “I’ll be taking my cut now”
Danielle groaned and handed him her weekly payment and as she went to walk away he grabbed her arm.
“Whoa there little lady, I’m gonna need some more than that, you got a lot of interest accrued.”
Danielle getting frustrated looked at the little money she had left, it was barely enough to get to next week.
“Dimitri, I can’t afford to give you anymore, this will barely get me by until I’m back here. I need you to cut me some slack.”
“I’ve been cutting you slack for months” Dimitri said, pointing his finger at her.
“At this point you’re taking advantage of my generosity and I’m not having it anymore! You think I don’t know you waste your money on drugs and clothes that you don’t need? That’s not my problem!”
“Go fuck yourself you fat pig!” Danielle yelled at him.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?!” Dimitri yelled.
“Everything I’ve done for you and this is the way you repay me, all cause you don’t know how to manage your money! I ought smack the shit out of you!”
“Go ahead!” Danielle yelled back
“You’re just a fat misogynistic piece of shit anyway so go ahead and be a woman beater too while you’re at it!”
Dimitri glared at her.
“You sure got a fuckin mouth on you, bitch. I think it’s time you learn a little respect.”
Danielle scoffed, laughing at him.
“Whatever tough guy, I’m out of here.”
She turned to leave and ran into two big bouncers, almost knocking her back.
“Get the fuck out of my way assholes” Danielle said to them.
Dimitri snapped his fingers and they both grabbed her by the arms. Danielle immediately began freaking out, kicking her legs in the air as they carried her.
“Let go of me you fucking pieces of shit!!!” She yelled
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing??”
Two more bouncers came in as the first two carried Danielle to the makeup table and slammed her torso down on it, her face hitting the table, her tits squishing down. She was slightly dazed from having her head hit on the table that hard and things were fuzzy for a second, she felt the first two guards pin her arms with one arm and hold her body onto the table with the other. The other two guards came over and crouched down, each grabbing a leg and pulling them open wide. She was bent over the desk now, being held down completely, her ass In the air, the metal chastity thong facing Dimitri, her clit poking out from the slit. He grabbed a power drill with the right attachment for the screw and came up behind her. Danielle was struggling against the weight of the four men but they were too strong, she couldn’t get free.
“What the fuck are you doing asshole?!” Danielle yelled
“Let me go right fucking now!!!”
“I’m teaching you a lesson” Dimitri said
“Don’t fuck with someone’s livelihood if you don’t want them fucking with yours”
He stuck the drill bit in the screw for the clit clamps. Danielle, feeling this, realized what he was doing and her eyes widened with fear.
“NO! NO! STOP!” She yelled.
“I’m sorry!! I’m sorry!! I didn’t mean any of that stuff I said, I was just mad! Please Dimitri no!!”
She struggled to get free but the guards had her pinned down too well, her limbs and her body all held in place as Dimitri stood behind her.
“You know, I think that stupid character of yours is starting to grow on me” Dimitri laughed
“Denied Danielle, I think you should do it full time, except instead of never getting fucked, you’re never going to cum again”
Danielle was terrified, she began crying, her legs trembling, not believing what was about to happen.
“DIMITRI PLEASE!!” She sobbed.
“ILL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE DON’T DO IT, PLEASE!!!”
Dimitri smiled as she cried, his finger on the trigger of the drill.
“You’ll do anything huh?” He said grinning
“YES!! ANYTHING!!” Danielle choked out through her tears.
“Well then be a good girl and hold still” Dimitri said
He pressed down on the trigger and the drill rapidly tightened the screw, closing the clamps on Danielle’s clit, smashing it from both sides at the base. Danielle’s body jolted as the pain ricocheted through her. She could feel the clamps crushing in on her clit as the drill continued to turn the screw. She screamed and cried as the pressure got tighter and tighter.
“NO GOD PLEASE STOP!! IT HURTS!!!” She screamed
Dimitri laughed as he continued to hold the trigger down. The motor began to whine as it pushed the clamps closed, blood began to slowly trickle down from the skin being cut open. Danielle’s legs and arms were shaking and her eyes began to roll back in her head from the pain. A few more seconds went by and finally the clamps cut though, closing the slit on the metal underwear, severing Danielle’s clit from her body, the piece of flesh falling to the floor. Blood began to spill from behind the metal shield down her legs and onto the ground as Danielle hysterically sobbed.
“FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!! YOU CUT OFF MY CLIT YOU MONSTER!!!” She cried.
Dimitri chuckled as he picked up the little piece of flesh that used to be attached to her.
“Consider your debt paid you bitch” he said
“Alright boys throw her out of her”
The guards dragged Danielle to the back door and threw her out onto the ground, still mostly naked, tossing her coat and purse with her. She laid there curled up and sobbing having lost her job and more importantly her main source of pleasure.
The end.