Message-ID: <10824eli$9805031946@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: ras_al_ghul@hotmail.com (R'as al Ghul) Subject: {R'as al Ghul} "The Sculptor" (mc MMf Fm MFFFF Ff inc) [VI.a] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: ras_al_ghul@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: © 1998 R.A.G. Free distribution is encouraged, as long as the file is unaltered. Archiving on pay sites and those using adult verification systems, as well as any storage media for sale, is forbidden. Reposting without permission is also forbidden. This story contains descriptions of sexual acts. It is a work of fiction and should remain so. Email to ras_al_ghul@hotmail.com is welcome. For previous installments, go to http://www.dejanews.com and search for "sculptor" in the adult archive. Copies will not be sent via email. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Midnight had come and gone a while ago. After we had left the cop on the side street, I had driven us a couple of miles farther on to the address I had given Charlene earlier. The owner of the shoppe knew me well, and had temporarily closed his doors while I bought some things for the ladies, as well as renting a tux for me to wear. Leo's Costume Shop did a healthy business in standard rentals, as well as catering to an exclusive 'exotic' clientele that the 'straight' customers were not aware of. Leo comped my bill. I had given him enough business in the past to put his kids through college. I had lost count how many times I had sent some unwilling, or willing, victim in for a particularly lewd piece of fetish wear. Amanda commented on how good I looked in the classic black tux. I chose a very straight cut with no embellishments. I felt that evening wear should be elegant and refined. Amanda looked perfect on my arm. The Cadillac looked out of place in this part of town. Driving down the wide roads in the industrial area, we passed factories and warehouses. Amanda, now sitting next to me in the front seat, the others in the back, looked nervous. She wasn't used to coming to this dirty section of the city. I smiled at her and told her not to worry. I turned down a narrow alleyway between two clothing factories. We passed by dumpsters and loading docks before the alley opened into a courtyard of sorts, made by the surrounding buildings, vacant at this time of night. Except for one. At first glance, it appeared to be a large, old brick warehouse, which it was. Many of the windows in its four storeys were boarded up. Some had their glass smashed out for effect, but inside the empty windows were shallow rooms painted black and filled with refuse. They took up little floor space inside, but the owner wanted you to think that the building was abandoned and rotting, an illusion helped by the main floor, which was vacant and open to the air for the most part. I pulled the car up to one of the warehouse's corrugated roll-up doors. I put it in park and stepped out, telling the girls to wait. I reached inside my breast pocket and pulled out my billfold. Inside was a card key. I pulled aside a brick on the warehouse's wall and slid the card into the hidden slot. The red l.e.d. turned green and the roll-up door slowly slid up noiselessly on well-greased tracks. I returned to the car, and idled into the dimness within. I stopped when the car was inside, its nose nearly touching the wall in front of it. The roll-up door rolled down. I turned off the lights, leaving us in pitch black, save for the green glow of the dash. Amanda slid over to me, unable to control her unease any longer. "Don't worry, baby, nothing's going to happen," I said so everyone could hear. A few moments later, the 'wall' slid off to one side, revealing three large men in evening wear at a reception desk. I pulled forward and the girls saw that it was a very modern parkade, filled with luxury cars. I idled up to the desk and put the car in park. The three men, the valets, approached the car. My door, Amanda's, and the passenger side back door, were opened by them. We exited the vehicle and the valet took my access card and slid it through a reader. It told him that I was a platinum member, the only this place had. It meant that I had as much access as the owner. He nodded, before ushering one of his men to take my car and park it. He handed me back my card, and led us towards the centre of the parkade. "Hey," Melissa said quizzically, "isn't most of this building empty?" She had seen the main floor, and was understandably confused. "Very good, Melissa," I said. "The room we passed through to get here is actually an elevator. We're underground, and that's all I'll tell you about it." "But..." "Melissa..." Amanda said in that mother's voice. "Okay, okay," she said like the young teen she was, acting very different than she looked in that biker's leather jacket, sheer black panties that hid nothing, and the garters and stockings capped by black heels. At the centre of the parkade was a structure that housed elevators. I looked up. They'd already know I was coming because of my cardkey access, but they would see my face with the video camera I was looking at. I smiled and waved. The valet slid his own access card in a reader and one of the doors slid back. He smiled and ushered us in. It was an oak and red velvet interior. Very plush. I slipped the man a fifty as I passed him, entering last. He smiled and murmured, "Good to see you again, sir," in a voice of genuine affection. "You too, Robert," I replied. The door slid closed behind us. There was a pause before the car began to ascend. There were no buttons or indicators in the elevator. Past the main floor and up to the 1st floor it carried us. The door slid open smoothly, and we entered a lobby just as opulent as the elevator had been. Rich, exotic woods panelled the walls and thick red carpet blanketed the floors, dampening any stray sound that might have dared to make itself known. As we crossed to the reception desk, like that of any expensive hotel, the young woman behind it smiled genially. We had almost made it to the desk when the manager's door behind it opened and I was greeted with the full smile of the owner. I won't mention his name as discretion is what keeps his establishment open. He stepped around the end of the counter and embraced me warmly. "It is good to see you, sir," he said. "You too," I replied, "it's been a while." He held me at arms length after hugging the life out of me. He looked at my female companions with a cocked eyebrow. "But I see you are making up for it," he said laughing. His establishment, catering as it did to a certain market, had at one point drawn the attention of, shall we say, less savoury individuals who wished to control it for their family. As a sometime patron, I felt that it was in my best interest to discourage such ties. I'm not much of a daredevil, and it had taken all my courage to manipulate an organisation that could have easily put me into concrete overshoes. Confusion to your enemies, went the old saying. It would be years before they reorganised, but even then, I had effectively erased their memories so that this place didn't exist for them. That was why I had the platinum card and the eternal gratitude of the owner. Annual membership, often running into seven figures for others, was free to me. I made sure to never abuse that privilege, and like with Leo, I made sure to send select clientele here. The owner personally signed us in on the computer system, allowing the receptionist to look at me with an openly sexual stare, and parted lips. My reputation preceded me. Dressed in a deeply plunging royal blue satin dress, her long straight hair ebon, and her skin pale, I knew I could take her any time I wished. But not this evening. I always appreciated the fresh faces that the owner provided for his clientele. The young woman ran a delicate hand over her bosom, revealing erect, and pierced, nipples inside her dress. I signed the register, and the owner asked Marlena, the receptionist, to show us to the cloak room. I shook the owner's hand warmly, he bade us good evening, and we followed the undulating hips of the raven-haired beauty across the lobby. Her dress was slit, not along the hips, but up the centre, past her fine ass, and in the front up to her belly. Her slinky walk revealed her charms with every swish. As if that was not enough of an invitation, the back plunged almost to the slit, showing her supple torso most exquisitely. She opened the large oak door, and we entered the cloak room. As I passed Marlena, entering last again, I ran my fingers over the swell of her belly, and brushed her full breasts with the sleeve of my tux. Her nipples caught on the fabric, causing her breasts to bounce from the recoil. She gasped. "Thank you, Marlena," I said, sliding a folded over fifty into her ample cleavage. I could smell her sex, the musk rising from her crotch. There was something about wearing a tuxedo properly that said power, and wealth, two strong aphrodisiacs in our society. She stammered a "T-thank you, sir," out, before she closed the door behind us. The female attendant, dressed much like Marlena, except that she was a short haired blonde with small breasts, came over and asked me if she could take anything. Amanda, Melissa, and myself were just fine as we were, but Linda and Charlene had acquired some rather unique clothing that was hidden by their trenchcoats. I indicated Linda first. The blonde woman, about 35, and on the curvy side (she reminded me of a pear, albeit a sexy one) stepped up to the tiny waitress and undid the belt on her trenchcoat. Linda looked at her sexily. Her newfound desire for women caused her to reach out and stroke the blonde's small breasts through the satin dress. "Thank you, miss," the woman replied simply. Linda pulled back the cloth, revealing nipple rings inside hard, fat nipples. "What's your name?" I asked the woman, as she unbuttoned Linda's coat. "Maxine, sir," she hesitantly looked up into my eyes. "Do you know who I am?" I asked her. "Yes, sir, everyone does," she said shyly in a nervous voice, blushing. I didn't know whether it was from being questioned by me, or because of Linda's fondling her breasts. Her eyes darted between her task of removing Linda's outer garment, and giving me the once-over, over and over. Maxine undid the last button and moved closer to push the coat off Linda's shoulders. The blonde gasped when she saw what was underneath. Linda chuckled and pushed the loose blue satin dress off Maxine's shoulders, exposing her body as the fabric slid off her body into a puddle around her feet. Her cunt was shaved and pierced in both lips. The rings matched the ones in her nipples. Her task of removing Linda's coat done, she stood there submissively, looking at Linda's outfit. Her body was suffused with a deep red blush of being on display for all to see. Our little waitress that I had sodomised earlier looked very different than when we had met. Her beautiful red hair still complimented her pale skin, and in that respect, she still looked the same as before. Her long thin legs had been hidden by long, form-fitting shiny latex black boots that came up to mid-thigh. They were ornamented with shiny silver studs up their sides, and silver tips and buckles decorated the feet. Maxine and the rest of us had been able to see that much below the hem of the trenchcoat. Her slim torso had been similarly wrapped in a corset made of black latex. It too had silver fittings. Her flat chest and nipples had been left exposed. Even the tight garment could not create cleavage where there was no flesh. However, after cinching her corset tightly, Leo and I had created a waist on that boyish figure. Her ass, while small, was nicely shaped, and her artificially tiny waist accentuated it. Linda had to stand up very straight to feel comfortable in the clingy, sweaty substance, and its restrictive nature. Her arms were also encased in black latex gloves that came to mid-bicep. They had the silver studs running up their length. Buckles and straps made nice bracelets. Her shaved cunt was plain to see, but she was not totally naked there. Around her waist a wide, heavy leather belt was securely fastened, a big silver buckle, shining brightly, well polished. Hanging down the front of the belt were two straps that angled together between her legs, leaving her cunt exposed, but they travelled back to join into one piece, affixed to the rear of the belt. They were quite tightly fastened, the thick thong they created causing her small asscheeks to part slightly. On the front, level with her crotch, a silver ring was riveted to the two straps. At first glance, it looked as if the ring was a target to aim for her cunt, but it had another purpose. Off the sides of Linda's belt were a number of... attachments, hanging like six guns. These snapped into the silver ring. Maxine's eyes were glued on a particularly large double headed dildo. It was black and shiny. The main head was shaped like a cock, 12" long, fat, with veins. The second head, branching off the main shaft, was meant for the ass. It was only 7" long, and tapered like that of a dog's. It even had a knot near the tip. This was only one of the weapons Linda had in her arsenal. I retrieved her trenchcoat from the floor and pulled a black SS officer's hat from the inside of it. I stood behind Linda and placed it on her head. She reached up and pulled the brim down over her eyes authoritatively. She stared brazenly at Maxine, a sneering smile curling her lips. Linda was about to do something, God knows what, to Maxine, but I stayed her with my hands. "All right, Maxine, now you can take care of Charlene," I said, indicating the tall amazon. Melissa and Amanda stood off to one side, embracing each other while they watched the little show. Amanda absent-mindedly stroked her daughter's cunt through the sheer panties. Melissa tucked her head into her mother's bosom, kissing and licking the tops of the full breasts. "Yes, sir," Maxine said meekly, avoiding Linda's eyes. She came up to the tall woman and repeated the process of undoing the belt and buttons on the overcoat. She reached up and pushed the coat back off Charlene's shoulders. The tall woman looked over at me with a mixture of hate and lust. Compared to Linda, her accoutrements were minimal. Around her neck was a wide leather collar, not unlike that of a dog's. It had silver studs, a big buckle, and a ring riveted to it. Charlene flipped her head from side to side, trying to make it more comfortable. It was well-padded, and so was causing her no physical distress, but she didn't, I'm sure, like the very idea of being collared like an animal. It went without saying that she did not like the smaller versions that adorned her wrists and ankles. She wasn't about to remove them though. I think it was something I said. Around her waist was a belt and strap affair that was almost identical to Linda's, except that it had no ring in the front to attach accessories, just the straps. In back though, where Linda only had a fat thong riding between her cheeks, Charlene's had a mounting bracket. Attached to it was a 7" long butt plug, fatter at the tip than at the base. When I called Charlene over to me, she walked uneasily on her black high heels. She had to walk with her ass out farther behind her than usual to accommodate the fat plastic buggering she was getting. As it wiggled around in her rectum, it sent shivers of pleasure through her body. The rings on her wrists and ankles jingled lightly. Charlene slid up to me and tipped her head down to kiss me heatedly. "Fuck me, use me," she whispered hoarsely, "don't just turn me on like this and leave me. You bastard, how dare you treat me this way." Her hands desperately clutched at my lapels, and her tits pressed into me. I reached down and tugged on one of the straps, forcefully jostling the plug in her ass. "Annnhh!" she grunted, her face screwing up in discomfort and pleasure. "Calm down, slut," I said. I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a long silver leash. I slid my hand up over her fat breasts and their erect nipples, eliciting a gasp from my brunette beauty. "Pull back your hair for a moment." "Yes, master," she said obediently. She shook back her thick hair and revealed the d-ring on her collar. I hooked on the leash and gave it a tug to test. It jangled nicely, jerking Charlene's head a bit. My lips twisted into a lewd smirk. I handed the leather grip on the leash to Linda, who took it with pleasure. Linda eyed her naked slave with naked lust. She reeled in the waddling woman like a bass. She yanked down on the chain, and Charlene bent over, widening her stance to maintain her balance. Linda kissed her hard on the lips. Charlene groaned and rotated her ass against the fat plug stuffed inside of her. "I'll give you what you want, bitch," the little redhead said with contempt. Linda held Charlene tightly with the leash, and one latex covered hand roughly kneaded Charlene's glorious breasts. Charlene moaned and wailed, Linda's small hands leaving angry red marks all over her fine flesh. "Is that what baby wants?" Linda said maliciously in her ear. "N-nggh...ye- nngh... y-yesss, oh Mistress, please use me. I need to be used!" I looked over at Maxine, who was frigging her bare cunt, making sticky, wet sounds come from it. Amanda and Melissa had their fingers inside each other's cunts. "Shit," I muttered. "Maxine, please continue to have your fun, but we have to get inside. C'mon, ladies." No response. I cleared my throat. "Charlene, Linda, Amanda, Melissa, please stop what you're doing. We're going inside now." Without hesitation they disengaged from each other's embraces. I took Amanda and Melissa on each arm, and Linda followed us down the short hallway in the back of the cloakroom, bringing Charlene along behind her on the leash. As we approached the doors the lights grew progressively dimmer, and we could hear music from the other side. We tripped an electric eye, and the oak doors opened automatically, revealing the heart of the club. Dance music with a deep rhythmic beat pounded throughout the huge multi-level ballroom. Lights swirled in the darkness, creating images that flowed with the music. Even if this place did not have its special enticements, it would still have been one hell of a dance club. The large main floor was below us, some 30'. A maze of mezzanine levels and catwalks crisscrossed over it, affording many places to dance, sit, watch... or participate. Here, anything could be done. Of course, I speak sexually. The club had strict rules against smoking and drug usage. Drinking in moderation (for those over 21) was perfectly acceptable, but if you got too inebriated you were kindly escorted out and driven home. A few days later you got a polite letter banning you from the premises for a month. The next time you were banned for life. The girls stood excitedly at the railing, taking in the sights. At first glance, things seemed rather normal for a dance club, but as soon as you took a closer look you saw that there were any number of sexual acts being performed out in the open. Men, women, teens, in any number of combinations danced, partied and fucked the night away. Clothing was entirely optional. Some dressed for effect, some weren't dressed, and that was effective too. A waitress, dressed in the blue satin dress, passed by with champagne on a large tray. I motioned to her, she gave me a smile of acknowledgement. Linda, Amanda, and I took glasses. Linda took two and fed one to the submissive Charlene. I asked the waitress to bring Melissa some ginger ale in a champagne glass. Word spread quickly through the club that I had arrived. Having been away for weeks, the regulars had wondered about my absence. Amanda was at my side as people that I knew, and people who just wanted to meet me, came up and greeted me personally. They paid compliments to the women I had brought, as always unique in their own way. They knew that they were in for a show. None knew that I had the gift of the voice. Here, where the borders of sexuality did not exist, it was never noticed. While Amanda and I politely listened to some short fat man drone on about how he had discovered bondage, I watched Melissa watching two gay men have sex in front of her. They were both bodybuilders, over six feet in height. One was bent over, holding onto the railing of the mezzanine with his massive hands, while the other slid his huge erection between his ass cheeks. Both were sweaty and very physical, moving with the music. The bottom had a full erection that nearly pointed straight into the air, flat against his rippled belly. Melissa moved closer and they noticed her. They said 'hi' in friendly voices, and asked her if she liked to watch. Melissa nodded eagerly. They invited her closer and the bottom said it was okay to touch. Melissa reached under him and took his third leg in her small hand and began to pump his leathery tool. She cupped his massive nuts, smooth and hairless. His partner sped up his thrusts into the bottom's ass, turned on by the sight of the young girl fondling his lover. The bottom groaned loudly and he came, shooting his load over the balcony, onto the unsuspecting below. Melissa whooped in triumph, waving like an idiot to the people below. His partner stiffened and came up his lover's ass. The bottom stood up and his top wrapped his arms around him. Melissa bent over and licked the bottom's cock clean. They thanked her, and she returned the politeness. When they asked her who she was with, she pointed at me. I waved. I think they both said, 'Holy shit' at the same time. Amanda managed to extricate us from the boor with tact and grace. "Remind me to take you to the next cocktail party I go to. You're a life saver." "My pleasure, Mr. King," she said with feeling. She was enjoying the status I had in this place. She took a draught of champagne between her full lips. We rejoined our group and I said we should walk around and take in some of the sights. I pulled my handkerchief from my pocket and wiped the cum off the corner of Melissa's mouth. The waitress reappeared and gave our teen girl her ginger ale. The waitress openly appreciated her young charms. A short latin woman, she pulled the slit of her dress aside to give Melissa a clear view of her shaved and pierced cunt. She held dusky lips apart for the young girl, inviting her to use her. "Maybe later," I said to the woman politely, slipping a bill in her cleavage. She smiled and nodded, slinking away sexily. "I don't believe this place, Jack!" Melissa shouted excitedly over the music, "This is just too fucking much!" I laughed and took her on my other arm. We walked along the mezzanine balcony, pausing to take in the sights as we started our descent to the levels below. On a couch were a woman and a young teen boy. She must have been 60, if she was a day. Both were completely naked. The woman, obviously having the resources to keep her looks up, had lightly tanned skin. It was wrinkled and sagged in places, as you might expect from someone that age. I looked closely. She had had a tummy tuck, and her breasts looked like they had been augmented, but nothing more than a modest natural bust. Her face was attractive, showing the signs of skilful plastic surgery. It did not erase the signs of her years, it only made them more pleasing. Her hair was a deep auburn, slicked back across her skull, and held in the back in a bun. She could have been an aristocrat for all I knew, except for what she was doing to the boy. She sat on the couch, her neatly trimmed bush showing off her fleshy cunt. The boy stood on the couch next to her, his hand resting on the woman's shoulder. His small cock, no more than a slim 3" long, and lightly furred in brown hair, was hard, being stroked by the attentive lady. Her other hand was between his small asscheeks. From the hand's movements, I could tell that she was buggering him with a finger. The boy was slack jawed, breathing hard. The older woman was cooing and loving his little cock. She moved her head forward and took him all in her mouth, running her tongue over his furry nuts. "Oh, Grandma," he squealed, "I'm gonna cum!" His body jerked with electricity. Grandma released him from her mouth and sped up the finger in her grandson's ass. Between finger and thumb she jacked his hardness. The boy grunted and gripped her shoulder as his diminutive penis spit small drops of semen all over her bust. Grandma shivered in incestuous pleasure, her orgasm coming without any other stimulation than a forbidden act performed on her child's child. When he was finished she took him in her mouth and cleaned him off. Then he dropped down and nuzzled her breasts, licking off his spunk. Grandma's eyes fluttered shut when he took her nipple into his mouth and nursed like a babe. Obviously trained, he dipped his hand between her spread legs and stroked her wetness. A look between his legs showed that he was hard again. "Oh my," Amanda said, her hand stroking her own breasts. part b of Sculptor VI to follow right away... -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |