Tales from Pleasure Chest - Payback - 1

“And then I rammed her… And I mean rammed. I’m not lying when I say she was a screamer!” John boasted to his friends. The group of friends all laughed and chattered, their genitals all swinging with no underwear to contain them. They weren’t uncomfortable at all with their nudity, it wasn’t uncommon to be naked in the Pleasure Chest. People were often in much worse states. Although, their obnoxious behaviour and volume likely was unappreciated by the majority of the club-goers.

That didn’t necessarily mean the noise of others in the room wasn’t so loud. Moans and impassioned screams came out from groups stationed around all parts of the room, the noise sinking into the dark, fabric walls. Groups of naked lovers passed by the obnoxious men, drawing their eyes towards their shapely bodies each time the group consisted of young, beautiful women.

John’s friend, Brad, of similar stature to him, couldn’t help but stare. They were all built as one would have expected such an obnoxious group of young men to look - all muscular and tall, all in their early twenties. He replied to John, his eyes away from them as he spoke, “That is sick bro, I am DYING to get back with some fresh tang.”

A small group of girls began to pass by closely. They talked quietly amongst themselves, the subject of their conversation faintly audible. “So where do we go next?” one of them asked, she looked innocent, untouched. Long, blonde hair flowed lightly down to her shoulders, framing a face with petite features and bright blue eyes. She donned only a black bralette and thong, no studs, no chains, no latex.

“We can check out some of the private rooms if you want?” the other girl faintly replied as they passed by. This girl did have the studs, the chains, the latex. Her hair was much darker, almost black. She had brown eyes and wore a piercing red lipstick, her default expression one of distaste.

The guys couldn’t help but stare. John bit his lip as the most beautiful of the pair passed him. “I feel that, my guy…” John replied to his friend. He continued, “I feel that… to my CORE!” On the emphasis of his final word, John swung his body around as the girl passed him and planted the palm of his hand firmly on her peachy posterior.

The girl yelped, jumping forward slightly as she was so suddenly and unprovokedly violated. Her ass throbbed, stinging even more so as John pulled his hand away; leaving a bright red hand print spread across both cheeks.

The girl spun her body, her eyes full of shock and fear as she stared deep into John’s - searching for reason. No reaction came from the timid girl, however, prompting her stronger friend to come to her defence. She screamed at John, pushing her hands into his chest as she did, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

“Woah woah woah, relax!” John replied, laughing as he stumbled back into his friends. He continued, “I was just playing around, I bet your friend here loved it anyway!” He gestured towards her. She held her hands on her sore behind and just stared back, focusing on maintaining her pokerface to not give him any further satisfaction.

Her friend continued to berate him, “Not from you, you freak! Stay away from us!” She pushed him once more, stirring a condescending, “Oooh,” from his friends. They all laughed and joked as the girls continued to pass, not paying them guys anymore attention.

“It’s okay, Stacy, we’ll get him back at some point!” the more gothic girl said, rubbing her friend’s back affectionately.

“Thanks, Rox, I appreciate it. I’m sorry, I just froze up!” Stacy replied. Her eyes widened suddenly as she brought her hands around to her ass.

Roxanne looked at her, confused, “What is it?”

“The guy in my ass…” Stacy said, her face full of dread.

“What about him?” Roxanne asked, still not quite understanding what Stacy was getting at.

“He’s not squirming anymore… And it feels a little… Wet down there…” Stacy replied. She looked around for the nearest private room before spotting one just at the end of the room. “We need to check he’s okay!” Stacy shouted, rushing towards the room.

Roxanne followed, slightly more relaxed about the situation than Stacy was. She called up to her hurrying friend as she followed closely behind, “Don’t worry too much, Stace. It’s not that big a deal!”

Stacy didn’t reply, she simply slammed her hands against the door and entered the small, private room. Roxanne dawdled in after her.

Stacy wasted no time in pulling her panties down to her knees and bending over. “Is he okay?” she asked, spreading her cheeks for Roxanne to look.

“Eurgh, Stace. I don’t wanna stare into your asshole!” Roxanne laughed, shielding her eyes from the unholy sight.

“JUST LOOK!” Stacy shouted back to her friend, with no patience in her voice.

Roxanne, hearing the urgency in her friend’s voice, bent over and stared into the abyss. It was bloody and within her cheeks lay the mangled body of the man she had chosen to put in there. It had been a punishment anyway but Stacy hadn’t planned to kill him.

Roxanne grimaced. “Yeah it’s not looking great back there,” she admitted.

Stacy stifled a cry, a small cough escaping her lips as she tried to process what had happened without breaking down. Standing back up, Roxanne rubbed her friend’s bare back. “It’s okay, Stace. It wasn’t your fault!” she explained, “Besides, the guy in your ass knew the risks when he came in. I’ve had guys die on me before…”

Stacy looked up at her friend, beginning to feel a little better but her eyes still wet from the tears. “You have?” she asked.

Roxanne smiled at her friend warmly, “Sure, and it hasn’t always been an accident!” She winked at her innocent friend, who looked shocked upon hearing those words. She continued, “And I tell you what! You clean yourself up, and I’ll get you a new little guy!”

“You will?” Stacy asked between sniffles, rubbing the tears from her cheeks with the undersides of her wrists.

“Yeah! Don’t you worry, I’ll meet you backstage in ten minutes!” Roxanne said, turning towards the door. Anything was allowed backstage, it was the only place she would be able to shrink someone without needing them to explicitly agree to it.

Stacy, smiling now, thanked Roxanne, “Thanks Rox! You’re the best!”

As Roxanne pulled open the door to leave, she turned to Stacy, “Don’t mention it, anything for my bestie!” And with that, she left. The door swung shut, leaving Stacy alone to clean her ass up in preparation for her new toy.

Roxanne looked around the room, her eyes showing nothing but determination as she scanned. It didn’t take long before she spotted what she was looking for, the group’s shouting and fighting a giveaway as to where in the dark room they were. She beelined towards it, drawing the attention of a couple of them as she approached. Her scowl turned to a look of lust and seduction as their eyes met hers. “Hey boys,” she purred to the group of men.

John immediately turned to address her, “What do you want now? You want my handprint on your ass too?” His friends roared with laughter in response.

Roxanne faked a laugh for a moment, to the mens’ surprise. She cut the laugh short and stared straight into John’s eyes before biting her lip, “What if I did? I have a thing for… Strong, controlling men. It takes a… Firm hand to handle me.” She pressed her hand against his chest as she spoke, digging her nails slightly into his right peck and leaving red lines in his skin as she dragged them down.

John widened his eyes, clearly surprised at Roxanne’s change in behaviour from earlier. He didn’t question it, however. She was gorgeous and the prospect of such a thrilling sexual encounter blinded him from any alternative motives she might have had. His friends just stood there, shellshocked by the sudden turn of events. They were impressed by John’s clear God given ability to sway women.

“Shall we head somewhere private?” Roxanne asked, her hands still against his chest and her face inches away from his.

John looked at his friends for a moment, his grin huge and full of confidence. They all seemed eager for him to go for it. He looked back at Roxanne, “Sure.”

Taking his hand, Roxanne led the tall man through the club. She wanted to hurry so she could beat Stacy there and shrink John before they met up. “Where are we headed?” John asked as Roxanne dragged him along.

“Backstage…” Roxanne replied simply.

“Backstage? I’ve never been there yet, what do you do there?” John naively asked.

“Anything,” Roxanne replied again, her eyes never leaving her destination as she spoke. John gave an awed whistle. He couldn’t wait.

Stacy picked the mangled body of the tiny man out of her ass, she dared not look at him before dropping him into the bin in the corner of the room. Besides the bin was a tub of wet wipes, she pulled a generous amount out before using them to vigorously clean up her blood covered crack. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t enjoyable. However, it was necessary.

Once she felt adequately clean, she pulled her thong up, which was remarkably quite clean due to the depth of which the guy in in her ass had been crushed. Sitting down on the sex chair in the centre of the room, Stacy spared some time to collect her thoughts, “Just breathe. Everything is fine. This is just business as usual. You’re a boss ass bitch.” She felt tingles roll up her spine as she said those words, so she repeated them, “You’re a boss ass bitch!”

She wanted to be strong. She wanted to be confident. She was going to show those men she wasn’t just a girl they could overpower, she was going to show Roxanne just how strong she could be.

She took a deep breath in. “Ok, I’m ready!” she said aloud before standing up. She straightened her back and furrowed her brow intimidatingly, looking at herself in the mirror and loving the sight of herself with her renewed confidence. She headed to meet Roxanne, finally.

Upon exiting the private room, it didn’t take long until Stacy crossed the solid red line into the backstage area. It was always a little unsettling crossing the line, at that point anything could happen to her. Usually, she had Roxanne to keep her feeling safe. But it didn’t matter, she reminded herself that she had to be strong now. She continued into the much darker part of the club.

Spotting Roxanne stood outside one of the backstage rooms, Stacy smiled and waved at her friend. “Hey Rox! Did you find someone?” Stacy asked as she approached her friend.

Roxanne smiled back, “I sure did! He’s in here, all shrunk and ready to go!”

Stacy hugged Roxanne, their near naked bodies rubbing together as she did. “Oh Rox, you’re the best!” she exclaimed as she embraced her friend in a tight hug.

“Aw you’re welcome, Stace! Come on, let's get inside!” Roxanne replied before holding the door open for Stacy to enter. Stacy walked in, her steps bouncing as she struggled to contain her excitement.

As she entered, she spotted the man Roxanne had chosen standing upon the sex chair. He was a similar size to the man she had previously in her ass - around four inches tall. One main difference she noted from the last guy was his willingness. Tiny, high pitched screams left his mouth as he flailed and aggressively shook his fists at the two women. The other guy had signed up for shrunken domination, his punishment was something he had fantasised about in the past but this guy seemed totally against being shrunk.

“He seems angry?” Stacy asked, moving closer to get a better look.

“Yeah I can imagine he would be!” Roxanne laughed.

“Why? Who is he?” Stacy replied, her curiosity peaking.

“Why don’t you take a closer look and see?” Roxanne said, smug like a parent on Christmas day - eager for their child to see the surprise they had prepared for them.

Stacy bent down and stared at the angry little man from close up. It took her a moment to recognise him but eventually she did. “It’s not him, is it?” Stacy asked. Roxanne’s smile grew into a grin. “Oh my God!” Stacy cheered, “How did you convince him to do it?”

“Convince? I tricked him into it,” Roxanne explained to her naive friend. “I mean look at him, he is NOT happy! Just imagine how he’s gonna feel in your crack! An ass for an ass!” Roxanne laughed.

Stacy pondered the situation for a moment. Did she want to force him into it with no consent at all? Was she stooping down to his level? She shook herself out of that train of thought, repeating her mantra in her head, “Boss ass bitch, boss ass bitch!”