thinking about just havin fun as a club-goer, hopping from bar to bar n dancing with people, getting my makeouts in, enjoying the music and consuming drink after drink, widening my smile and lowering my inhibition with each spot i go between
n at some point, i end up in a strip club.
where my lowered inhibition and lack of senses leads to someone gluing my hands to a strip pole.
am i stripper? no, absolutely not.
but i don't decline a chance to enjoy performing up on a stage - and so with my newfound position on the stage, I'll give a few twirls and dance up and down to feel the eyes of onlookers and cheers of those watching as i put on my show
but what when i try to leave the platform and get back down from the platform? well, that's when i realise that someone must have put superglue on the pole, or on my hands - because one way or another - my hands aren't coming away from that stupidly rotating pole
my head's already clouded and spinning, and with my hands not moving from the pole, the smile becomes something more helpless across my features as im forced to keep moving with the pole, no escape from performing and being attached to it now
my cries are seemingly humourous to the onlookers, as previously they were entertained by my slutty little dancing, they seemed even more entertained to see my expression warp to tears and helplessness as i cried for someone's help
it became even more amusing for the crowd when they realised just how powerless i was in this position, no hands to defend myself nor ability to move from the platform - as someone got up onto the stage and lifted my dress to above my hips, bringing roars of laughter and support as my bare pussy now became something that was not fun to flash, but a public fact as it was exposed to the club - either rough hand of this stranger clapping against my ass and grabbing a handful of flesh, pulling my cheeks apart to expose my asshole to the audience before i felt his cold, slick saliva get spat against the hole - his hands still holding my cheeks open and visible so that i could feel (and the crowd could watch) as the spit dribbled down from my asshole to my pussy, making my legs shiver with the tantalising slowness with which the cold fluid dripped over my sex
and that bold move seemed to be the gateway for more to shame me in my position, one by one.
someone else thought it'd be fun to have their way with me with their head between the pole to support the back of his head, and my pussy against his mouth - two other guys holding me up by either thigh and jumping me up and down in their arms so that the stiff tongue of the man who sat against the pole could taste my pussy while hearing my screams as my pussy was slickened and thumped with its own heartbeat of immense arousal and anxiety for the mass of people watching me as i was made into some fucktoy against my own will
i cried when i saw someone crawl up onto the stage with their cock already out of their pants.
gasps and sobs of pleas for them not to touch me n not to fuck me were made pointless as he grasped me by my thighs, pulling my body away from the pole so that my hands (which were still connected by the pole, and feeling any looser) kept me upright while my back arched, pussy visible to the audience as i bent over before releasing a scream as i felt someone thick entering my hole, stretching and sinking into my walls and letting out the deepest of groans as they had all the time in the world to push my hips back and forth, fucking me on their cock until they finished and let it drip down my thighs
more n more cum was deposited into my pussy. like my cries were incentive for more people to stuff me with their seed.
and by the end of the night, somehow I'd had my ankles tied to the pole, too. hands above my head and ankles tied, neck of a beer bottle shoved up my pussy as a plug to keep everyone's cum in me - and that bottle too roped-tied in place using the pole.
though passed out from being overused, i still spun with the rotational forces of the pole, cum slowly trickling out around the beer bottle.
the next day when all the same regulars came in n saw me, still trapped against that same pole - my makeup today more runny, the same dress as last night yet this time with more rips in it...
they took it in their greatest stride to force me to drink from the cum-soaked beer bottle that'd spent the day between my legs - forcing n watching as some man's hand controlled the back of my head, forcing me to give fellatio to the neck of the bottle - dribbling up the day-old cum from my lips before the same torture began once more
