What if there was a place that offered total captivity and total freedom to experience any and all levels of sexual depravity, sadism and masochism? How much would the right people pay to be able to live out their fantasies without worry or caution? This is a story of what that might be like. A tropical island, that’s the normal setting for this type of thing. Picture this, warm climates, tropical breezes and beautiful bodies for hire running loose in skimpy outfits. That sounds like the perfect setting, right? Wrong. There’s no real way to control that type of environment. Running a “resort” of this type and catering to high profile people that are more than willing to pay for privacy creates a unique situation. You must be able to control all aspects of your compound. It must be private, unremarkable and secure. If my clients want to work on their tans they go elsewhere. When they come here they want privacy, confidentiality and security. Ten years ago I began working on this concept. At that time I was running a private club I called Madame X that specialized in “alternative” entertainment. Around town they referred to it as a kinky strip club. I featured girls in tableau settings such as classrooms, prison cells, kitchens, and just about anything else I could think up or that I had a request for. It wasn’t your normal strip club. In a lot of cases the girls never even removed any clothes during their sets. The people that came in usually weren’t just looking for naked girls. You can get that any where. No, they were looking for something to satisfy their own off-beat fantasies. We were able to get around the nudity and live sex laws by making it a membership only club. Twenty bucks at the door would buy you a 24 hour pass. This allowed us to go way past the usual strip club fare. We featured dancers and exhibitions in the main club area. These were popular but the pay as you go shows offered in the private rooms were the real attraction. Want to indulge in a Mommy/Baby fantasy? How about potty training? School girl sketches with either one or two girls were also popular. For a price we would do just about anything you could dream up. But the most popular, by far, were slave and master scenes. Two dungeon areas that required a special membership received very heavy traffic. One evening as the club was just gearing up I looked up from the bar receipts I was going over and saw a large muscular figure entering the main floor. The entrance area is shadowy so I couldn’t make out any details. I have a fascination with body builders so I gave the figure a moment to make it onto the main floor and then I glanced back up to check him out. It took me a moment to register the figure striding across the floor towards me. Tight black jeans and a belly baring tank top made up most of the outfit. The items that did not immediately compute in my mind were the high heeled boots and the braid draped across one shoulder. A female body builder. I had seen them on TV of course but I had never encountered one in the flesh. And what magnificent flesh it was. Taking the heels into consideration I guessed that barefooted she was about 6 feet tall. Her long honey blonde hair was braided and tied with a thin strip of black leather. Her massive upper arms had similar black leather bands accenting the bulging muscles. Her skin was tanning bed dark and her smile as she approached was a perfect white. “Madame X?” she asked in a deep but feminine southern voice. I studied her for a moment before replying “It depends on who wants to know.” The smile faded slightly but didn’t disappear. “My name is Kathy Moss but everyone calls me Kat.” “Good for you Kat. What business do you have with Madame X?” Evidently she had anticipated a much warmer welcome. She looked unsure about what to say next and a little uncomfortable with being forced to say it here in the open bar area with people coming and going around us. I was beginning to enjoy this. “I, uh, I was hoping to see the Madame about becoming a, uh, performer here.” The stuttering stumbling admission coming from this mountain of a woman was making me wet. Oh what glorious fun this one could possibly be. “Do you have experience as a performer in this sort of establishment?” I asked even though I pretty much knew the answer already. “No Ma’am but I do have experience in front of crowds. Recently I’ve been working as a female wrestler out at the, uh, fairgrounds.” This last part was said with some hesitation, as if she was somewhat embarrassed. The way her eyes dropped as she spoke caused my nipples to harden. “Do you have a problem disrobing in public?” I asked as I looked her up and down with frank appraisal. As my eyes settled back on her face she said “Well Ma’am, I’m used to wrestling in a string bikini so nude can’t be that much worse.” I smiled and shook my head “Wrestling in a bikini and participating in a live sex show are vastly different. Have you been here before?” She shook her head and said “I heard about this place from another girl I work with. She said you might be interested in me since you don’t have any girls here that are all bulked up like me.” “Wait here for a moment” I said as I picked up my clipboard and walked thru a door into the storage area behind the bar. From there I circled around the backstage to the area behind the sound engineer so I could watch her for a moment in privacy. She stood where I left her, looking thru the door expectantly for a few moments. Eventually she turned and looked around the area. Her attention settled on the main stage where one of my performers, a heavily tattooed and witchy looking woman by the name of Torrid, was binding a fluff piece (this is what I call the unimportant but pretty bit players) to a chair. I knew Torrid’s routine pretty well and I waited to see Kat’s reaction to what would soon happen. The girl was bound to an ordinary looking wooden kitchen chair. Her arms tied behind her so her large breasts were thrust forward towards the crowd. Her ankles were bound to the legs of the chair so that her pussy was on display dispelling any ideas that she was a natural blonde. From this distance we could not make out the verbal exchange but Torrid grabbed the girl by her hair and jerked her head back with one hand and took a bandana from her pocket with the other and roughly stuffed it in the girl’s mouth. Torrid began to berate the blonde silicone breasted chair jockey for her stupidity and unwillingness to obey simple commands. This was a no win argument since the girl was bound and gagged and could not have obeyed if her life depended on it. Torrid walked to the edge of the stage and returned with a realistic looking, if oversized, dildo and a bottle of lube. As she walked towards the girl she waved the phallus in front of her crotch and laughed at the terrified look on the blonde’s face. Torrid’s cruelty and ability to scare were her biggest assets. I watched Kat observe Torrid’s loud and crude insults to the helpless girl. I knew that what was coming was staged and no damage was being done but Kat had no way to know that. In fact, the two women were frequent bed partners and both were probably enjoying the act. Torrid was now beside the crying woman and was using the dildo to paddle the inside of the bound girl’s thighs. Rubber against flesh makes a loud, crude sound and it reverberated across the room. The blows were getting more forceful and the red marks were becoming apparent on the blonde’s tan skin. Torrid began to use the head of the fake cock to smack the lips of the girl’s cunt. First the girl seemed to struggle to get away but then the moans changed to sounds of obvious enjoyment. “Fucking Slut” Torrid growled in the girls face “Can’t wait to have this big donkey cock in you, can you?” The girl shook her head and tried to look scared but even from this distance you could tell that she was turned on. Torrid raised the bottle of lube and squirted a large amount on the head of the dildo and then began nudging the head against the girl’s pussy. “Are you ready? Do you want this big slab up in that useless hole of yours?” The girl began to shake her head back and forth violently. Torrid took the blonde by the chin, leaned down into her face and told her she was only useful as a life support system for her cunt. At the same time, with her free hand, she rammed the latex cock up to the base in the girl’s pussy. The girl began to struggle and scream behind the gag. She slapped the blonde with the back of her hand and then gripped her chin again and spit in her face. Torrid released the girl, turned to face the main floor and asked in a general way what she should do with this worthless piece of meat. Catcalls and offers to perform acts on the helpless blonde were shouted from the men surrounding the stage. The leather clad Torrid walked behind the girl and reached around in front of the girl to begin fucking her with the dildo. Slow at first and then faster, the latex and lube making obscene sucking noises for the enjoyment of the crowd. As the girl began to moan Torrid began to pinch and twist one of her nipples violently. The girl began to buck as much as her restraints allowed, trying to move with the cock inside her. As she began to cum Torrid’s hand left her nipple and grabbed her throat and began to squeeze as the orgasm pitched the girl past the point of no return. As the orgasm passed the girl began to struggle against the hand on her throat. Torrid pulled the dick from the girl’s wet pussy and threw it out in the middle of the stage and began to use both hands to choke the girl from behind. The girl’s face turned red and then began to turn purple before Torrid finally released her, smacking her on the back of the head as she stepped around to face her. Torrid stalked around the stage for a moment in her tight leather pants and engineer boots and then turned back to face the blonde. Torrid and the girl bound to the chair were vertical in the center of the stage with a space of approximately 10 feet between them. As Torrid stared, the girl began to struggle as tears and snot rolled down her face. This was all on cue but Kat didn’t know that. All at once Torrid ran across the stage at the girl and jumped at her, kicking the chair seat right between the girl’s legs. The illusion was that she had kicked the girl in the crotch. The chair tipped over and slid towards the back wall of the stage. The girl screamed as much as her gag would allow and as the chair disappeared behind the curtain I watched the sound engineer play the sound effects of the girl falling, chair and all, down a flight of stairs. Torrid stood where she was for a moment then turned to the audience, flung her raven hair behind her shoulders, kicked the wet dildo toward the area where the girl disappeared and yelled “Next!” as she stalked off stage. I wasn’t watching the stage. I was watching an open mouthed Kat react to the scene. She looked shocked and a little scared. I also noted that her nipples had hardened under the thin tank top. Maybe there was a place for her here. I called over one of the floor attendants and instructed him to escort Kat to my private office area. I watched the exchange between the attendant and Kat with interest. The two of them disappeared down the hall that leads to the kitchen and my office. I went back to the task at hand but made sure to note when the attendant returned to the main floor. I checked my watch and decided that 15 minutes of wait time in my office should suffice.