>>6886

Pamela left a banknoke in driver's hand and get out of taxi. Driver's sneering smile flashed out of the window. Taxi roared before quickly driving away. Street lights didn't leave a spot of darkness on the roadside, even though it was past twelve, but Pamela's path went into a dark narrow alley. Pink neon light lured passerby into an underground. From under this light, a man put out his cigarette and came out to meet a woman.

"How do I look?" She asked, demonstrating herself – cropped top and a tight shorts highlighted her already showy hourglass figure, and black coat hanged from her elbows instead of covering it.

"Do you want a honest answer?"

"Mhm."

"Like a first class slut."

"Good. I'll need an attention today." Pamela looked at her phone. Timer on 'Beginning soon!' was almost at zero.

"I don't know about that. It's not a normal nightclub."

"I know. I did my research, trust me. Now be good and look cool in frame. We're starting." Pamela fixed her hair one last time.

'Beginning soon!' reaches three, two, one…

"Hel-lo, darlings!" Pamela started her usual greetings to her stream, taking on her stremer mask. "Today I'm with my mod, Alec! Say hello, Alec!"

"Yo." Alec said.

"You've waited for this long enough, didn't you? On a previous stream we finally reached our insane donation goal, which means, today we're visiting…"

Camera looked at the neon sign: intricately written word 'Dis'.

"…A 'special' kind of night club! First of it's kind in our place!"

Pamela begun bubbling about how community mean the world to her. After a roughly fifteen minutes of reading the chat, she finally stopped teasing the audience and entered the self-proclaimed hell's capital. Right from the doorstep strong smell of perfume struck the nose, obviously trying to mask reek of blood, sweat and sexual juices. Next, they were met by a girlin a red strapless corset teddy, fishnet stocking and small pair of horns. Girl handed a box with three sets of bracers - white, pink and red.

"White is for non-masochists. Pink - for ones on the fence. Reds are free use!" Girl winked. She herself had white bracelet.

So that's what kind of research she meant, Alec thought. Pamela could pick white bracele and not be afraid of being snuffed. But to his surprise, she picked pink bracelet. Man gave her a puzzled look, since she didn't intended to go deep into those kind of things, but cunning smile told him everything. A simple possibility of streamer being participant gets more views - simple as that. Alec took a black bracelet and followed the streamer.

Moving further down, music became way louder, bass drummed into the chest. Staff inside had special red bracelets with a number - a price - on it. Bartenders still had white ones – you don't want to . "Dis" was truely a fitting name for this den of debauchery. Instead of a usual poledance, entertainer teased the crowd by riding said pole instead, all the way through. Another one did a noose dance, though it was more like an act and less like an actual hanging. Scantily clad women demonstrated themselves on a dance floor waiting for someone to pick them for a night. Some moved to the table or a bathroom, others started their fun right on the dance floor. At one corner group of girls served guys under the table, at the other employee in a succubus costume were used by a froup without a break. Other stuff members operated guillotine, racks, gallows and other devices for the public fun, sometimes becoming victims themselves. From the entrance, two mountains of a men watched over this chaos – the bouncers, like an overseers of hell, making sure that color coding was respected.

The night oficially started. After a couple of cocktails, streamer filmed some of the victims, some even played on camera. But other people getting fucked and killed isn't what the viewers came for. Pamela knew they came for her.

"Thank you for a fifty dollar donation! 'You want to join the fun?' Maybe I do!"

She pulled Alec with her on a dance floor, and a crowd quickly circled her. May it be her body or her fame, but many already put an eye on Pamela: crowd instantly encircled her. Normally that would mean that she will bet fucked into pieces, but as long as she had a pink bracelet, nobody would dare to do anything bloody without approval. Sex was still expected, though, evident by the row of cocks waiting to be pleased.

And Pamela delivered – squating in the middle of a dance floor, she started stroking them, taking them with her mouth, sometimes two at a time. Alec was left to hold the camera, but in reward he got his blowjob one of the first. Round breast freed fron the tight top attracted even more people, and even more views and donations.

"Wow, thank you for a five hundred dollar donation!" Pamela said freeing her mouth for once. "'Do you want to look at the actual snuff?' You like those kinds of things, don't you? Well, I might as well!" Pamela giggled. Massive group blowjob was just a warm up, and you should not lose a temp after such a successful one. She moved to one of the corners and placed herself on one of the tables – like a meal, ready to be devoured. Shorts quickly fell from her hips and first guest forced himself on Pamela. Then second. Then third. Alec made sure to capture all kinds of angles and poses, including pov ones. She was hammered into the table, cheeks burned from spanking, mind blurry from choking. And not just the men, but some women too – they helped to clean her holes from the semen before another penis filled them again. It's not rare that she had sex in a bathroom of a nightclub, but sex in the middle of a nightclub was a new expiriance.

"Thank you for another five hundred dollar donation!" Pamela struggled, but managed to speak coherently even now. "More? You want more? I don't know, chat, maybe if you'll motivate me hard enough."

Though views or money weren't primary motivation anymore – orgasm after orgasm, pleasure fried her brain. Chat's naughty commentary weren't helping either, calling her a slut, fuckmeat, and wishing to see her corpse violated. It wasn't her plan to go all the way, but the more fucked up she was, the less rational thoughts held her down. Under the onslaught of another donation, Pamela's shell finally cracked.

"Perhaps…perhaps I don't mind you guys to finish me off. I'll agree if we beat donation goal again."

Those words opened a floodgate – biggest total amount of money she ever got from one stream. Hands wrapped around her neck, but she didn't object – she was sure the goal will be beaten in no time. Cheered by her countless fans, Pamela lost count of her orgasms long before her brain shut off.

***

Alec walked out of club's backdoor accompanied with two red bracelet girls. in a dumpster, carefully kept afar from street lights, naked bodies were piled, pressed against each other. Despite the setting, picture wasn't repulsive – rather, it was like an unintentional advertisment for the Dis club. Alec found familiar face abount the lucky ones - exhausted and pleased - took newly aquired phone and snapped it.

'Thank for the stream everybody!' He posted it from Pamela's name.

Good enough of a paycheck, he thought, opening door of taxi for the ladies.


_______


Name: Amalthea
Age: 20
Character: lordly, but not arrogant, eccentric
Setting: Princess Amalthea kidnapped by a villian of your choice. Kidnapper, however, did not expected princess to be into it.