*all characters are fictional and over 18*
It was a summer Saturday night, Meghan was at the club, fresh off the heels of a bad breakup. She had found out her boyfriend of 3 years was cheating on her, so now she was on the rebound, trying to find herself and let loose, be carefree and wild. She always had needs that he would never satisfy, her pussy would always ache with desire, her clit throbbing and puffy, never to be touched the way it should be. Tonight was going to change that, she was determined.
She decided to be bold and wear something she never would’ve with her ex. Her soft black hair cascaded down to her shoulders, her short bangs sitting right over her pretty blue eyes, winged eyeliner and red/orange eyeshadow. Soft lips curved into a smile under her jeweled lip piercing, a black choker on her neck. She wore a short sleeved black crop top showing off her cute tummy and no bra underneath, her puffy nipples poking through the shirt from her cute little tits. She had on an insanely short skirt, with a teal and black plaid pattern, it was so short her entire ass was out and you could see her fuzzy pussy, barely contained behind a tiny white g string thong, her big clit poking through the thong as if it was begging to be rubbed and flicked. Her soft legs and thick thighs were completely exposed all the way down to her feet where she sported some black backless heeled mules with little white no show socks. She felt like a sexy little school girl temptress and was determined to make this night hers.
All eyes were on her as she entered the room, thumping bass and flashing lights all around as she strut down to the dance floor, heels clicking the ground, hair swaying and her ass bouncing with each step. She was feeling confident and wanted everyone to know it. Once she reached the middle of the dance floor she gave into the beat and the atmosphere and let loose. She threw her arms up above her, bobbing her head and shaking her ass in rhythm, her cheeks and thighs jiggling with each thrust. Her eyes were closed as she let the music and the lights overtake her, her hair flying around, her feet scooting as she dropped lower to thrust and shake her ass harder, her cheeks smacking together, burying the string to her thong each time. Her skirt was riding up so high now in her deepened stance she may as well not have been wearing it. Her pussy began to get wet from the thrill of knowing she was the center of the room, her clit throbbing harder and pushing against the fabric even more as it rode up and rubbed it for her with each shake of her ass.
She opened her eyes to see a man approaching her, he was tall, muscular arms, about 6’2, blue eyes, blonde hair, and a reddish beard. He was smiling at her and shuffling his way towards her, she smiled back and beckoned him with her finger. The music was too loud to say Anything but the look in their eyes was enough to tell each other what they wanted. She turned around and pushed her ass into his crotch, grinding and rubbing to the beat while she shook her head in rhythm, her arms now up behind her, draped around his neck. He leaned in and kissed her neck, making his way up to her ears, kissing and softly biting the lobes, working along the edges of her ears as she closed her eyes again, her mouth slightly agape with pleasure. His beard slightly rubbed her face and neck as he kissed her, she felt his hand sliding down her back, past her ass, between her legs and to her crotch, his fingers softly rubbing her pussy over her little thong. She opened her legs farther, her little skirt completely rode up, her thong and little socks glowing in the black light as she continued to push her ass back into his now erect cock that she could feel through his jeans. His fingers moved to her swollen clit, rubbing it gently over her thong, up and down, and then circular motions. His other hand moved to her cute little breasts, rubbing her now hard nipples as she moaned out loud, not being able to be heard over the music anyway. Just as she felt she was getting close to cumming, she pulled his hands away and spun around to face him, smiling playfully, her eyes glazed, full of lust and desire. She stood on her tip toes and leaned into his ear saying she was going to go to the bathroom real quick and then they should get out of there. He smiled back and said absolutely, causing her to bite her lip and smile even more, running her hand across his chest as she turned to make her way to the bathroom. He watched her walk away confidently, her ass bouncing and hair flowing as she disappeared into the crowd amongst the dancers, the booming music and the flashing lights.
Meghan made her way to the bathroom, so excited at the night that awaited her. Her thong was almost soaked through, she was so turned on, she hadn’t felt this way in so long and it was very much overdue. She couldn’t stop smiling on her way down the hall.
“Finally” she thought to herself
“It’s been so long since I’ve felt real pleasure. This is going to be fantastic! I deserve this!”
Unbeknownst to her though, she was being watched. A bitter older woman who had her eyes on the man who was feeling Meghan up all night. She was in her 50s, might have been stunning in her younger years but time had not been kind to her. She was now wrinkled, grizzled and smoking a cigarette with her wine, watching her newest enemy make her way to the bathroom. She had a couple friends with her who shared her resentment, or at least parroted what she wanted to hear. She gave both her friends a look, they knew immediately what she wanted and they all got up and made their way to the bathroom too.
Meghan had already wrapped up her business and was eager to make her way back to the man she was going home with. That’s when the three women entered the bathroom. Meghan saw them from the corner of her eye but didn’t think much of them, thinking it was just a group of fellow casual club goers. She dried her hands and went to head out but when she turned towards the door, they were standing right in front of her, almost running into the main woman. She stopped and looked at them, puzzled and slightly annoyed.
“Umm, excuse me” Meg said
The women continued to glare at her, not saying anything. She decided to just go around them, but they moved in front of her. Now she was getting more annoyed.
“Is there a problem?” Meg said
The main woman sneered.
“Yeah there is” she said
“You’ve been all over the guy I’ve had my eyes on all night”
The woman’s breath reeked of wine and cigarettes, aggressively invading Meghan’s nostrils.
“Well, he approached me” Meg said
“Plus I didn’t get here that long ago so if you’ve been eyeing him all night, then you haven’t been trying, so I guess you snooze you lose, I don’t know what to tell you”
The three women started chuckling, but more sinister than playfully. The main woman moved closer and look Meghan up and down.
“Listen bitch” she snarled
“You don’t get to just come in here dressed like a slut and take whoever you want. I mean look at that skirt and that tiny thong, you’re basically throwing your ass and your pussy at every man in the club, of course one will take the bait eventually”
Meghan scoffed, now getting pretty pissed off.
“No YOU listen, bitch” she spat
“Don’t get up in my face, talking shit and being bitter cause you’re old and washed up thinking you can claim men for yourself that don’t want you. I can’t help that I’m hot, young and desireable and guys would rather rub on my clit than yours”
The main woman gasped, clearly taken aback by that comment.
“Oh nothing to say now?” Meghan said snarkily
“Well if you’re done trying to be a tough bitch, I’m going to go fuck the man you claim was yours, who wants me more”
She flipped her hair, glaring at the three women and began to make her way out, heels echoing in the tiled bathroom as they confidently hit the floor. Once she was about a couple feet from the door, she suddenly felt her hair yanked from behind, she let out a quick yelp as the force pulled her back so hard she fell backwards, smacking onto the ground and knocking the wind out of her.
The main woman watched Meghan laying on the ground, trying to catch her breath. Her legs splayed wide open from the sudden fall. She glared at her tiny white thong, now on full display, pulled taut against her pussy, the string buried between her ass cheeks. She could see the wet spots from where she had soaked through when the man was rubbing her. Her blood began to boil knowing that should’ve been her getting her pussy rubbed and not this bitch. She watched as Meghan struggled to get up, onto her hands and knees, and when she was her most vulnerable and open in that position, she pulled her leg back and swiftly kicked her between her legs.
Meghan suddenly felt a sharp pain between her legs, the woman’s heel toe had connected with her pussy, directly hitting her right in the clit. The pain was instant and blinding, her legs snapped together, her hands rushing to her crotch and she cried out as she fell to the bathroom floor again. She writhed in pain, her heels scraping the floor, it felt like she had just been stabbed right in her clit, tears welling up in her eyes as she groaned and tried to catch her breath again.
“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” She yelled at the group of women
“My clit feels like it’s on fire you cunts!”
The woman all laughed and made mocking pouty faces.
“Aw, that sounds terrible” one of them said sarcastically
“Yeah just awful” the other one said
“Let’s help her out with that girls” the main woman said deviously.
Meghan’s eyes widened as the women moved closer to her. She tried to scramble to the door on her hands and knees, hoping to reach the handle in time. The women watched her desperately scurry towards the door, her skirt flapping up with each desperate leg shuffle, her little white thong peeking between her bouncing cheeks. One of the rushed in from the side and kicked her in the stomach, knocking her down again, gasping for air and crying. They quickly grabbed her arms, yanking them behind her back and binding her wrists with duct tape, one of the other girls grabbed her thong and ripped the whole thing from her body, balling it up in their hand. When Meghan regained her breath she tried to scream.
No! No! No! Please! Someone hel-“
Before she could finish they crammed the balled up thong into her mouth, the taste of her own juices and desire from earlier, mixing with her salvia. They aggressively wrapped duct tape around her mouth several times, completely silencing her, all she could do was grunt and make pathetic “mmmff!” Noises, breathing hard from her nose. She began to struggle as hard as she could on the floor as two of the woman grabbed her ankles, yanking her legs far apart, her toes flexing in her little white socks and mules. Her pussy was completely exposed now, big pink throbbing clit and Lips slick with her juices, mingling into the fuzz on her pussy as well.
The main woman smiled, reaching into her purse.
“Guys would rather rub your clit huh?” She said
The other two women holding Meghan’s legs smiled wickedly as the main woman pulled out a clit clamp. She kept it on her to spice up her one night stands, but tonight she had the perfect use for it. Meghan began to struggle more, the women holding tightly onto her legs, strained grunts coming from her gagged mouth and tears welling again. She was laying on her stomach and couldn’t see what was going on but she knew something was terribly wrong. She froze for a second when she suddenly felt two fingers pushing against her pussy and then a cold piece of metal pressed on either side of her clit. She struggled harder now, trying to scream, tears falling as she felt another piece of metal sliding up, tightening the two sides around her clit impossibly tight. She could already feel her bean pulsing from the pressure, it was on so tight. She yelled into her gag trying to plead and beg.
“No! Please take it off!! I’m sorry! Please you can’t leave this thing on me!!”
But all she could muster was “mmmff!! Mmmmff!! Mmmmmmff!!!”
The main woman laughed at her struggling and crying.
“Tie her legs together too” she said, smiling devilishly
“Wouldn’t want her to work it loose now would we?”
The two women pulled her legs back together and first taped several times against her thick thighs, and then taped several times around her ankles. Now she was tightly bundled up, her legs crammed together so hard there was no hope she could wiggle that clamp free. They watched Meghan as she squirmed and struggled on the floor, heels hitting the floor in anger and desperation.
“You’re only supposed to leave those on for ten minutes” the main woman said smiling
“They cut off circulation and that can be very bad if prolonged for a while. Hopefully you can find a way to get free”
Meghan continued to squirm harder, rolling around, pulling futilely against her binds, crying from fear.
“Mmmmmmff!! Mmmmmmfff!!!”
“Please don’t leave me like this!!” She thought to herself
“I’m sorry!! I’ll go and never come back!!”
The women laughed as they stepped over her, heading out the door. The main one turned around on her way out.
“I’ll go make sure to let that beef cake know you aren’t interested and took off for the night”
She said grinning
“Oh and I’ll put the out of order sign on the door so no one disturbs you. Bye bitch”
She waved as she shut the door, Meghan let out one last desperate “MMMMM!!!” As the door opened and the crash of music and commotion flooded in only to be quickly dulled Again by the door shutting. She struggled with all her might, pulling at her wrist bindings, trying to pull her legs apart but they were just too tight. She tried screaming but it came out so muffled it would never carry into the hallway even. The clamp was pinching down on her clit so hard it was starting to burn. She laid on her back and thrusted her hips upward, her heels coming up from the soles of her shoes in her little socks with each thrust, her little tits bouncing as well. She was trying to shake the clamp loose but it wasn’t working. After several minutes she slumped back down, tired and defeated. She thought about how that guy was gonna think she just ditched him, she grew angry knowing she was on her way to the perfect night. She was in pure ecstasy on that dance floor and now here she was trapped on the bathroom floor, practically hogtied by some jealous bitch.
Minutes went by, then 30 minutes, then an hour, before she knew it it had been 2 hours. She was completely exhausted from struggling, her throat raw from trying to scream, eyes blood shot from crying. Not a single person had come in, those women made sure of that. Her entire pussy was numb, it felt like the sensation of falling asleep on your arm. She didn’t know what to do, she was trapped and no one was coming to save her. She tried to hold onto hope though, surely someone had to come in here eventually, even a janitor or something. She perked up, knowing most likely she’d be okay and this Would all be a bad nightmare she could laugh about later on. She was wrong.
Another hour went by and suddenly she realized all the numbness in her clit had gone away. She began to panic, she couldn’t feel anything, even the pain. She tried to think of earlier when the man was rubbing her clit on the dance floor, kissing her neck and her ears, when she felt so sexy and free and alive, ready to let pleasure take her away. Nothing. No tingle, no spark, no heat. She felt nothing in her clit. The clamp had been on for so long it cut off circulation completely, allowing no blood flow to the bean and now necrosis had set in. The tissue was completely dead. She shook her head in disbelief as tears welled in her eyes. All she could think was:
“No!! No!! NO!! I can’t feel anything!! This can’t be happening!!”
Veins bulged in her neck as she sobbed desperately and violently. Her heels clicking the floor as she smacked them down repeatedly, her bound hands balled into fists. She laid and cried on that bathroom floor, mourning the sensation she’d never feel again, the rubs, the licks, the burning desire. All taken from her by a bitter woman. She wasn’t found until the next morning, by then it was far too late. Her clit had died, and her spirit along with it.
The End.