Maid Cafe – Chapter 12
“I hope you’re all ready to behave after yesterday’s treatment, alternatively there will be more inspiration waiting,” Yanna announces to a row of naked women decorated with faint welts all over their body, chained to the wall by their stainless steel bracelets and anklets, “you had a chance to be the center of attention yesterday and a glimpse of how we operate in our torture chambers. Today you will be serving our guests at the lounges with our permanent waitresses who will train you while another exhibition is being disciplined. If any of you step out of line, I promise that we will not hesitate to put you back up on stage again for the next session. That’s all I have to announce right now. The guards will take you to the showers and your uniforms will be handed to you when you’re ready. You have an hour, don’t be late.”
Sweet lotion was sprayed onto their freshly showered bodies before they wore their maid uniforms. Their skirts lifted high enough to show off their bottom curves and a slight bend over would expose their pink flowers. Their shirts had no covering for the chest area, displaying their breasts to hang free like the waitresses they saw the day before. The women were then chained facing the walls in an eagle spread position and had a belt put on them attached to an anal hook that was shoved deep inside.
“Our group has been assigned to five locations, we will split you up evenly to have six in each group. When you arrive, the microchip in your shoulder will be scanned to clock you in and your eight-hour shift will begin. During this time period, you will be expected to provide exceptional hospitality to our VIP guests. The hook inside you is an electrocution device that can be activated by all our staff, guards, and guests with a remote control like this one here,” she holds the device in her hand up and activates for demonstration, chains rattle, the girls shriek as their orifice get electrocuted for three seconds, “ that was on the weakest setting, but I’m sure you can understand its potential. This is a warning for anyone planning to act up.The guards will take you to your allocated spots now. You’re all dismissed.”
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Vanessa was minding her own business waiting on tables until she ran into a guest who fondled her silky breasts after taking his order. She steps back to avoid the advancement but ends up with her back door getting zapped by the hook.
“Is this how you treat your VIP guests? Let me have a taste and I won’t report you. I heard you’re walking on eggshells so that could be you on stage at any moment if you don’t do as I say,” he says, pointing to the exhibition in the spotlight with her nipples and exposed pussy covered in acupuncture needles.
Blackmailed by the remote pointed at her and the threat of being punished further, Vanessa shuffles closer to him, hunched over with her arms across her chest to protect her milk jugs.
“Don’t be shy, put your hands behind your back and stick your tits out.”
He grabs her wrists with one hand while the other cups a plump breast, and sucks on her nipple.
“You taste so good, I might order you for dessert.”
He squeezes her melons and fondles some more, then slaps her sore girls before letting her go.
“Run along now little girl.”
Vanessa runs back to the kitchen distressed and tells Autumn who was waiting for the chef to finish cooking.
“Sorry baby girl, unfortunately there’s nothing we can do… I can’t tell you how many times these puppies have been fondled and sucked on already,” Autumn refers to her breasts, “I’m just glad I’m not the one on stage. Crazy to think that was us yesterday, I thought the day would never end,” Autumn refers to the exhibition in the middle of her torture session.
“I want to help her so badly,” Vanessa looks over hopelessly watching the needles on her sensitive bits get strummed as she screams into her gag.
“It’s not our fight. Promise me you won’t do anything crazy today. I already feel guilty for dragging you into yesterday’s mess. Anything we do won’t be of any help to her and we’ll end up exactly where she is right now.”
“I know…”
“Y’all know it’s lunch time right? Enough talking and more serving. Those old men over there won’t be too happy waiting a minute longer. Here are their orders,” the head chef yells to the girls and points at a far table in a hooked corner.
“Sorry chef, I’ll get this one,” Vanessa takes the tray to the table of four and serves the older men glaring at her intently.
“What took you so long sweetheart? We saw you standing around doing nothing, you should do nothing here with us,” he says as he gropes her soft melons.
“Excuse me, I have to go to serve more tables,” Vanessa pulls away quickly, alarmed at how aggressive the interaction became.
Just as she was about to hurry away, a large hand grabs her small wrist and pulls down to sit her in between two of them, both twice the size of her.
“What’s the rush babe? Your friend can look after the other tables. She looks less distracted without you following her around.”
“Please let me go… I’m still going through training.”
“If you want some training then we’ll train you alright.”
They clip her bracelets under the table and chains her legs apart. Vanessa had unknowingly walked into a group who had planned to keep her at their table for entertainment.
One of them feels up her breasts from behind, squeezing and fondling her plump handfuls, while another rubs between her thighs with the other hand grabbing at her hips.
“You’ve got big curves for someone your size. How old are you, little girl?”
“That’s none of your business…”
“Feisty too aren’t you? If I had to guess, you’re probably my granddaughter’s age.”
The group laughs at the remark.
“Don’t be scared. We’re not going to hurt you too much as long as you’re good at following orders,” he places a plate with mashed potato spread around in front of her, “eat.”
“But my hands are…”
“Lick it up, pet,” the man fondling her breasts pulls her nipples to the edge of the table, pushing her face into the plate, “show us what that tongue can do.”
Vanessa yelps from the pull and begins to lick the food off the plate out of fear.
“What a good girl,” he says, smacking her side ass while keeping a pinching hold on one of her nubs.
Her moan from pain was mistaken for pleasure.
“That’s so slutty. Lick it clean. You like being told what to do, don’t you, pet?”
Once she was done, her arms were brought up and clipped to chains dangling on the wall above her.
“That’s a much better view of those tits. Keep them up like that for us, love.”
Vanessa keeps her gaze down in shame as they talk amongst themselves while they have lunch, occasionally grope and make fun of her.
“Are you bored?”
A fork pokes her nipple in and twists around.
“No sir! Please don’t!”
She swings her torso the other way to avoid the pricking.
“She’s extra sensitive isn’t she?”
He holds her breast by the base so she couldn’t escape, then continues to fork her nipple, poking, twisting and turning her sore nub. The other man next to her takes his fork and pokes around her soft vulva.
“What do you want from me?!” Vanessa cries as her sensitive organs are being tormented.
“We love to see your body squirm and beg for escape, but pets like you should be seen and not heard. Let your body do the talking. Poke your tongue out,” he forces her by pulling on her nipple and clips a tongue trap gag on her, “you look a lot cuter with your tongue out like that,” he grabs her neck from behind and rubs a slice of lemon on her young taste buds.
Vanessa squeals from the sour overwhelming her receptors and tries to yank her head away but the hand held her firmly, extending the torture for at least half a minute while she wails. Drool accumulates as a natural reaction and drips down all over her chest and between her legs.
“I’ve never thought of that one before. My pet’s getting some tonight before dinner.”
The man on her right has his left arm behind her back and grabs her upper left thigh while his other hand rubs her drool all over her folds and inside.
“You are so tight..,” he pumps his meaty finger inside her until she can no longer suppress her moans, “do you think you can handle two?”
Vanessa shakes her head as he stretches her hole with another finger.
(Oh god, no… why are his fingers so big? No, no no…)
“Take it… that’s a good girl,” he says, burrowing two thick fingers into her small entrance, pumping in and out until her canal relaxes.
He curls his fingers inside to rub her spongy bits in a steady slow rhythm as if he was petting a cat, unlocking something inside her. A new high replaces any shame she had. Her breathing quickened, her moist walls pulse as butterflies multiplied in her womb, she pants and moans like the good pet she was made to be. She makes eye contact with her predator’s light blue eyes and begs him for more.
“That feels good doesn’t it, little girl? Would you like me to keep going?”
She nods, he holds her gaze, she forgets where she was and how she got into this situation in the first place.
“You’re such a good pet, it’s so sexy to feel your pussy squeeze my fingers…” he whispers into her ears and embraces her close as eyes roll back, “would you like to cum for me baby girl?”
“Uh huh..” she responds through the gag in desperation, eagerly nodding, her body grinding in rhythm with his hand. The finger curls ramp up to a drill pounding away at her wishing bone from the inside, and pushes her over the edge.
Her whole body shudders as she climaxes, loudly moaning from relief for a good twenty seconds.
“You are a beautiful show, sweetheart,” he says, wiping his fingers covered in her juices with a serviette.
Flustered and panting to catch her breath, Vanessa slowly gains awareness of her surroundings and situation.
Shame floods pink in her cheeks as she remembers begging him for pleasure and cumming in front of a group of men. Humiliation grew in her gut as they conversed between themselves, feeling her curves up once in a while and teasing her.
“We’ve got business to attend to now sweet cheeks, it was nice playing with you. We’ll look for you again if you’re not auctioned off yet.”
They left her chained and gagged until Autumn came around to clear out their table.
“Oh my goodness, there you are! Are you okay? I was wondering where you went, I thought they had taken you somewhere else.”
Autumn sees a wet puddle on the chair Vanessa got up from and gave her a suggestive look that made her blush.
“No, it’s not what you think… Autumn, please drop it…”
“Alright, help me clean up and we can talk about it later if you want.”
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“What can I get you?” Autumn asks a table of six.
“I’ll have the mousse set please, one for each of us, served on that short curvy brunette over there.”
“On Vanessa? You mean by her?”
“You must be new. Let the cook know to serve my mousse on her and she’ll fix her up for me.”
Autumn walks over to the kitchen confused and finds Vanessa with the cook.
“That guy over made an order saying he wants a mousse set on Vanessa but I think he means served by her?”
“Oh that’s the creepy guy who said he might have me for dessert.”
The cook calls over two guards who get Vanessa to lie on a serving cart and ties her to it. Her legs were spread, dangling on each side, ankles tied to each other from under the moving table, wrists tied over her head with the rope connected to the ankle ties, her head hanging from the edge of the cart.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Oh my god,” Autumn stands there not knowing how to react.
“Are you done watching? Everything on the table needs to be served pronto, stop wasting time,” the chef orders Autumn to carry on with serving out the ready orders while threatening to activate her electric hook.
“Yes Chef..” Autumn hangs her head, feeling like she threw Vanessa under the bus.
Vannessa demands for answers but was gagged instead.
The cook prepares the dessert and pipes the cold mousse in a spiral over Vanessa’s nipples, two more on her belly and one on each thigh. A waitress picks her up and wheels her to the table. She opens the table to make space and parks the cart with Vanessa in the middle.
“You look even more delicious, all vulnerable like this. Can’t move away from me now can you?”
The rest of their table spoons their dessert off her while he holds her from the base of the breast and licks the dessert up. She feels his warm mouth clean up her breast, sucking hard on her cold engorged nub. The other breast had a spoon scraping and flicking her nipple around as the cream finished. Next to her was some leftover chocolate sauce from the dessert.
“These would go well with your berries,” he says, pouring the chocolate to cover her thick nipple before sucking it all off again with his tongue flicking her sensitive nub around, “would you like some?” he asks his friend.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
While both her rosy tips were being tongued and chewed, the others had taken interest in her southern lips. They spread her folds apart with two forks, poke around her delicate flesh, and draw circles with a pointed tip on top of her clit. Her juices from the last play session were still dripping and discovered by her new molesters pumping their fingers in and out.
“It looks like she’s enjoying herself, look how wet she is.”
“What a little tease you are pretending to avoid me earlier. You’re getting punished for that,” he shows her a pair of chopsticks, “my friend here was just teaching me how to use these, you’d be great to practice on.”
His skilled friend grabs a pair and shows him how to pinch and pull on her nipple with the cutlery while she screams in panic.
“You want to keep this stick still with your thumb and ring finger like this, and only move the other stick with your other fingers, grip her nipple and pull.”
“He’s so good at this isn’t he?” he says, pinching her nipple with the sticks, but it keeps coming loose.
He practices gripping and pulling her nub, while the other pokes her nipple with a stick and shakes her tender breast around.
“I think I got the hang of it. Let’s see who can pull her nipple the furthest. Loser pays.”
Her head thrashes around from her sore nubs being pinched and pulled as hard and far as their grip strength could go over and over again until they were satisfied with a winner.
“Alright you win, my shout today,” he asks for some rubber bands from a waitress, “you, my dear, can be the receiving end of my frustration,” he tells her.
She watches defencelessly as he binds two pairs of chop sticks together with a band on each end, spreads the tight sticks apart and pulls her nipples in between them, earning a sharp yelp from her as they pinched hard. She shakes her head to beg him to take them off but he had other plans.
He twists the sticks around, twisting the nipples squished between them until they snap back, then he would twist the other way.
“I wonder how tight these grip on, would you like to find out with me?”
Muffled no’s through the gag were ignored as he pulled the sticks up by the two ends. He pulls them into an extended cone right before they snap off and ripple from the sudden release.
“That was nice to see,” he says as he does the same to the other then puts both back on.
Vanessa trembles and cries as they viciously toy on her vulnerable body, fingers haven’t stopped poking inside her private parts, stretching to view inside, feeling the texture of her inner walls and cervix bump. There was nothing she could do except experience the torture forced upon her.
“They look sensitive” he asks, firmly patting on her breast directly above her pinched gumdrops, radiating pain onto them.
He pulls her hair back, flicks her nipples a few times to watch her scream and tense up each time he hits the middle accurately.
“Are you going to be a good girl?” he holds the back of her neck to face him.
She nods with tears streaming down. She sees her swollen nipples pinned at his mercy, stinging like they were on fire from all the abuse they suffered.
“Provide better service next time, those breasts are to be offered to guests before they reach out for them. I’m a regular here. If I see you avoiding guests again, I’ll punish you myself. A few more flicks will help you remember,” he pulls her head back down again and continues to torture her.
