Irene

Ramrod wasn't your typical dyke bar. In fact, it was the most unique club any of its patrons had ever visited. While it was a (very successful) bar, it also doubled as a sex club. On most nights, there was a throne in the center of the club with a naked slave girl collared and chained to it to dance with the dommes circulating in the club or, when rented for an appropriate amount, to orally service someone in the throne.

Its clients were also quite unique. For one, Ramrod's guest list was composed of entirely hot, attractive women ranging from biker chicks and dykes to punk goths to school-girl dressed girls looking to be ravaged. It was not a normal club, and anyone who walked through the door was fair game.

Not only that, quite a few of the girls had thick, veiny sausages hanging between their legs. Typically, these girls were worshipped, to varying meanings, by the others. It was a well-known fact that many of them would walk up to total strangers, lift a skirt or pull down pants and just fuck a girl right there on the dance floor. Or drag them over to a table or bar to face fuck them. That wasn't to say there weren't quite a few dickgirls who exclusively took cock or a strapon up an orifice or three.

Irene was a biker type and the former leader of a gang. She wasn't exactly butch what with her large breasts, hour-glass shaped figure, junkey trunk, and legs that went on forever. She considered herself more punkish than anything. Tonight she wore her stylish beret over her pink hair, thick leather boots, loose fitting jeans held up by suspenders, and nothing else. Irene's body was glistening in the light and her tattoos covered her shoulders.

Tonight, Irene's six foot frame was resting against the club wall while the eve's chain bitch was bobbing her head up and down Irene's thick flesh pole. Everytime Irene looked down, she moaned both in pleasure and frustration for she knew the chain bitch and it was a former member of her gang.

Irene's gang had been composed of three other mean bitches. They were tough as nails though not particularly prone to violence. Many a night they would cruise by and gang fuck some stupid bitch. In fact, once, when they were particularly horny, they caught a mistress and her slave and fucked them both so hard and so brutally that whenever the "mistress" would see them, she'd fall to her knees and give each of them a nice suck job even if she were in the middle of a fuck.

Irene had to visit her home town for a funeral and returned to discover that her three dominant, tough girls had been turned into the club's bitches. One look into their eyes had told Irene that they had been forever broken. From what she heard, the girls had started a brawl in the club while she was gone and instead of police action, Chloe, the club owner, had convinced them to "work it off". And this was the result.

Dani, the cutest of the three, had been turned into the chain bitch. She now lived with Chloe above the club and had come to love sucking and fucking like a little bitch. Eva, a sexy raven-haired girl, had become a waitress and her naked body glistened beautifully in the dim light. Everytime Eva bent down to put down a drink or move a coaster, it seemed like some horny girl slid into her behind or pushed her between her legs. And then there was Sally.

Sally was the most violent and probably the instigator of the brawl and she was a bull dyke in every sense of the word. Her punishment had been the most severe. She found herself locked up in the "men's" bathroom of the club where any number of patrons went by to use her as a cum bucket, a urinal, or a simple shit bag.

Irene grunted as she approached orgasm. Dani was such a broken bitch that she didn't even blush as her head bobbed up and down on Irene's hot meat. Irene let out a long moan as her dick jumped. She was just on the verge of orgasm when suddenly Dani pulled off. A strand of saliva connected her mouth to Irene's prick as she crawled off.

Irene groaned and looked up. That same mistress that had sucked off Dani, Sally, Irene and Eva numerous times had bought time with Dani. She was perched on the throne as Dani obediently slipped between her legs and began to service her slick little pussy.

Irene growled and momentarily contemplated wanking herself off. Unfortunately, that was against the unwritten rules of the club and anyone who masturbated only to get off was in risk of having several passerbys gang raping her. So Irene's only option was to find a nice, warm ass, cunt, or mouth to finish herself off in.

The biker bitch scanned the club. There were several good prospects. The bar tender had a sexy little ass. Another was one of Irene's off-and-on lovers with nice, juicey tits. Sadly, she was chatting up with a group and judging by the way one of them was fondling her ass, Irene was a bit too late for that one. No, Irene w

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