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Speaker 2: TTM Productions presents Into Deep episode thirteen, What's Inside Me.
Speaker 2: The heat was intense, consuming me from within. Sweat dripped
Speaker 2: down my skin as I burned inside a fire raging
Speaker 2: in my core. I could feel all eyes on it,
Speaker 2: drawn to the source of my torment, the tingle, the burn,
Speaker 2: the ache, all of it describing one area, one focal
Speaker 2: point of my desire. My pussy throb with need, aching
Speaker 2: for release from the delicious torture that consumed me body
Speaker 2: and soul. The darkness enveloped the audience, their presence hidden
Speaker 2: from my view, yet I could feel their eyes upon me, watching, waiting.
Speaker 2: A single spotlight illuminated the stage, its bright beam focused
Speaker 2: solely on me, casting everything else into shadow. I stood
Speaker 2: alone in the glaring light, exposed and vulnerable, my every
Speaker 2: move scrutinized by the unseen crowd. The heat of the
Speaker 2: spotlight bore down on me, a tangible reminder of the
Speaker 2: intense scrutiny I faced as I prepared to bear my
Speaker 2: soul before the anonymous masses. As the music started to
Speaker 2: play loudly, the bright spotlight above me turned into a dimmer,
Speaker 2: totally blue one, casting an ethereal glow over my body.
Speaker 2: I took a deep breath and started to dance, wrapping
Speaker 2: myself around the pole, essentially, my movements fluid and graceful.
Speaker 2: For the first time ever, I wasn't wearing a mask,
Speaker 2: and although I was nervous, the high from the drug
Speaker 2: in the tube that the Wolfman had given me was
Speaker 2: keeping me calm and focused. I could feel the eyes
Speaker 2: of the crowd on me, watching my every move, and
Speaker 2: it only fueled my desire to put on the best
Speaker 2: show possible. As I started to heat up, I slowly
Speaker 2: removed my top, exposing my bouncy, perky breasts and hardened
Speaker 2: pink nipples to the hungry eyes of the audience, I
Speaker 2: started to pinch and tease them, enjoying the sensation of
Speaker 2: the cool air against my sensitive flesh. I made my
Speaker 2: way to the front of the stage, getting as close
Speaker 2: as possible to show the faceless crowd my perfect breasts,
Speaker 2: before wrapping myself around the pole once more, putting it
Speaker 2: between my legs and rubbing my pussy against it, the
Speaker 2: friction sending shivers of pleasure through my body. Then I
Speaker 2: slipped my hand into my panties, still pressing against the pole,
Speaker 2: and started to play with myself, my fingers sliding over
Speaker 2: my slick folds as I ground against the pole back
Speaker 2: and forth, my movements becoming more and more frenzied as
Speaker 2: the pleasure built inside me. I rose to my feet
Speaker 2: and got as close to the front of the stage
Speaker 2: as possible, this time putting both of my hands and
Speaker 2: my panties and gently starting to finger myself. My eyes
Speaker 2: closed in ecstasy as I lost myself in the sensation. Finally,
Speaker 2: I threw all safety out of the equation, grabbing my
Speaker 2: bra and throwing it to the left side of the crowd,
Speaker 2: then taking my panties and throwing them to the right
Speaker 2: side of the crowd, leaving me completely naked and exposed
Speaker 2: before the hooting audience. I danced and danced, intoxicating the crowd.
Speaker 2: I could not see my body moving essentially to the
Speaker 2: beat of the music, until finally, after several minutes, I
Speaker 2: began to grow tired from the exertion, my skin glistening
Speaker 2: with sweat under the blue lights, I continued to dance,
Speaker 2: my body moving on autopilot as I awaited the signal
Speaker 2: to stop. At this point, I was totally exhausted, my
Speaker 2: muscles aching and my breath coming in short gasps, but
Speaker 2: I heard nothing from the Wolfman or anyone else, so
Speaker 2: I forced myself to keep going for several more minutes.
Speaker 2: I danced provocatively, running my hands all over my body,
Speaker 2: and eventually laying down on the ground, spreading my legs
Speaker 2: and simulating fingering my pussy for the crowd's viewing pleasure.
Speaker 2: When I rose back up from the ground, I continued
Speaker 2: to wrap my legs around the pole and slowly dance
Speaker 2: in circles, my movements becoming slower and more labored with
Speaker 2: each passing second. It was then that the lights dimly
Speaker 2: rose above the crowd, and I immediately noticed that everyone
Speaker 2: in the audience was wearing a mask and totally naked.
Speaker 2: This took me by surprise, and I felt a jolt
Speaker 2: of fear and uncertainty shoot through me. But I forced
Speaker 2: myself to keep dancing to the music, even though I
Speaker 2: had now been up on the stage for a total
Speaker 2: of thirty minutes. As I continued to fight through the exhaustion,
Speaker 2: I glanced out into the crowd, my vision blurring as
Speaker 2: I struggled to stay upright. I could feel my body trembling,
Speaker 2: my legs threatening to give out beneath me, but I
Speaker 2: refused to collapse, refused to give into the weariness that
Speaker 2: was dragging at me like a lead weight. As I
Speaker 2: continued to dance, my head started to spin and my
Speaker 2: eyes became blurry, most likely from the combination of exhaustion
Speaker 2: and the drugs still coursing through my body. I could
Speaker 2: barely make out the crowd in front of me, but
Speaker 2: I noticed them starting to stand up, quietly and politely
Speaker 2: clapping for my performance as the lights above them grew brighter.
Speaker 2: I tried to keep going, but my body was betraying me,
Speaker 2: and I could no longer hold on. With a soft gasp,
Speaker 2: I fell to the ground, struggling to breathe and keep
Speaker 2: my eyes open. As my vision started to fade, I
Speaker 2: began to hear strange noises coming from different directions, primal
Speaker 2: sex sounds that sent shivers down my spine but turned
Speaker 2: me on. At the same time, my eyes flew open
Speaker 2: again and I saw movement in the crowd, people walking
Speaker 2: towards each other with purpose, their naked bodies glistening in
Speaker 2: the dim light. I couldn't tell what they were doing,
Speaker 2: but the sounds grew louder, more intense, and I felt
Speaker 2: a thrill of excitement mixed with fear wash over me.
Speaker 2: My eyes shut once more, and I drifted off for
Speaker 2: an undetermined amount of time, lost in a haze of
Speaker 2: exhaustion and drug induced confusion. When I opened them again,
Speaker 2: I couldn't believe what I was seeing in the crowd
Speaker 2: before me. It was like nothing I had ever witnessed before,
Speaker 2: a site that both shocked and aroused me, leaving me
Speaker 2: breathless and dizzy with desire. As I drifted in and
Speaker 2: out of consciousness, I saw the masked naked attendees at
Speaker 2: the strip club engaged in a shocking, depraved display of
Speaker 2: sexual excess. They were tied together in groups of seven
Speaker 2: by long ropes, moving throughout the room and trying to
Speaker 2: get at other attendees who were also tied up in
Speaker 2: groups of seven, their bodies writhing and straining against their
Speaker 2: bonds as they engaged in all manner of sexual acts.
Speaker 2: Some of the groups were focused on each other each other,
Speaker 2: the men and women within them lost in a frenzy
Speaker 2: of lust and debauchery. I saw women licking the pussies
Speaker 2: of other women, their tongues darting and probing as they
Speaker 2: moaned and gasped in pleasure. Men were sucking each other's cocks,
Speaker 2: their mouths and hands working frantically as they tried to
Speaker 2: bring each other to the brink. But others were trying
Speaker 2: to get to other groups across the room, their bodies
Speaker 2: straining and reaching as they sought new partners to satisfy
Speaker 2: their seemingly insatiable desires. It was disturbing and hot at
Speaker 2: the same time. I saw women being taken orgy style,
Speaker 2: their mouths, anuses, and vaginas filled with cocks all at
Speaker 2: the same time, their bodies shuddering and convulsing as they
Speaker 2: were used and pleasured in every possible way. It was
Speaker 2: a NonStop sex scene, a back and all of flesh
Speaker 2: and desire that left me breathless and dizzy with shock
Speaker 2: and arousal. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, the
Speaker 2: sheer scale and intensity of the debauchery on display. Most
Speaker 2: of the attendees in the groups were older people, their
Speaker 2: bodies weathered and age, but still clearly capable of intense,
Speaker 2: almost animalistic lust and passion. It was like nothing I
Speaker 2: had ever witnessed before, and I felt my own body
Speaker 2: responding to the site, my pussy throbbing and aching with need,
Speaker 2: even as my mind recoiled in shock and disbelief. The
Speaker 2: next thing I knew, I was regaining full consciousness, my
Speaker 2: eyes fluttering open as I saw the Wolfman, now standing
Speaker 2: on the stage, reaching out for my hand and taking
Speaker 2: me to the back, away from the shocking scene that
Speaker 2: had just unfolded before me. All right, everyone, you're listening
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Speaker 2: He brought me several cups of coffee, followed by dinner.
Speaker 2: No words were exchanged as I quickly drank the coffee
Speaker 2: and tore into my dinner. He finally spoke. The Wolfman
Speaker 2: smiled at me and said, you were absolutely amazing. You
Speaker 2: have no idea how much they loved you. What we
Speaker 2: did out there tonight was magic. We are changing the
Speaker 2: way stripping is being presented. We're making it high performance,
Speaker 2: and with that level of performance comes the ability to
Speaker 2: attract a crowd that can afford the price that comes
Speaker 2: with it. We were a big hit tonight. I was
Speaker 2: overjoyed that my performance had captivated the audience, especially considering
Speaker 2: my relatively new status in the world of stripping. The
Speaker 2: transition from the psychiatry couch to the stripping stage had
Speaker 2: been a monumental journey, one that allowed me to live
Speaker 2: out my deepest fantasies. However, the excitement of my success
Speaker 2: was overshadowed by a lingering unease. I had no recollection
Speaker 2: of the events that transpired between my blackout the previous
Speaker 2: night and my time entering the stage. The complete lack
Speaker 2: of control over my own body and mind was deeply unsettling,
Speaker 2: and I knew I had to express my concerns to
Speaker 2: the Wolfman. Why have you been drugging me with that
Speaker 2: mystery drug in the tube? I asked the Wolfman, my
Speaker 2: voice trembling slightly as I tried to hold back my emotions,
Speaker 2: And why didn't you care that I danced myself to
Speaker 2: the point of total exhaustion and collapsing on stage. The
Speaker 2: Wolfman looked at me, his eyes filled with the mix
Speaker 2: of regret and determination. I'm sorry if I've made you
Speaker 2: feel like you have no control over yourself, he said,
Speaker 2: taking my hand in his. That was never my intention.
Speaker 2: I just needed a way to help you relax and
Speaker 2: loosen up, to get you to a point where you
Speaker 2: were comfortable enough to go to the next level and
Speaker 2: bring your inner sexual fantasy out in a way that
Speaker 2: would allow you to become such a great stripper in
Speaker 2: such a short amount of time. I nodded, trying to
Speaker 2: understand his perspective, but still feeling unsettled by the realization
Speaker 2: that I had been drugged and manipulated. I appreciate that
Speaker 2: you're trying to make this a successful venture, and I'm
Speaker 2: happy that we're on our way to making life better
Speaker 2: for all the strippers in the industry, I said, my
Speaker 2: voice growing stronger as I spoke. But I need to
Speaker 2: have control over myself and my body. I want to
Speaker 2: enjoy this venture, and I don't think it's necessary to
Speaker 2: drug me to make that happen. The Wolfman nodded, a
Speaker 2: look of understanding, an apology on his face. You're right,
Speaker 2: he said, squeezing my hand gently. I should have trusted
Speaker 2: you more, and I should have been more considerate of
Speaker 2: your feelings and your need for control. I promise from
Speaker 2: now on, no more drugs, no more manipulation. We'll do
Speaker 2: this together as partners, with you in full control of
Speaker 2: your own body and your own desires. I smiled, feeling
Speaker 2: a sense of relief and gratitude wash over me. Thank you,
Speaker 2: I said, leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips.
Speaker 2: I'm ready to do this to make a difference in
Speaker 2: the industry and in the lives of all the women
Speaker 2: who have been taken advantage of. But I want to
Speaker 2: do it on my own terms, with you by my side,
Speaker 2: as my partner and my love. The Wolfman smiled back
Speaker 2: at me, his eyes filled with pride and affection. I
Speaker 2: wouldn't have it any other way, he said, pulling me
Speaker 2: close for a tight, passionate embrace. Together, we're going to
Speaker 2: change the world, one club at a time. What role
Speaker 2: did that sex orgy play in making things better for
Speaker 2: strippers throughout the world, I asked the Wolfman, my voice
Speaker 2: tinged with confusion and uncertainty. It just looked like swingers
Speaker 2: looking for new partners and satisfaction, not anything that would
Speaker 2: help our cause. The Wolfman looked at me, his expression
Speaker 2: serious and intense. The key to getting funded is to
Speaker 2: have the investors enjoy a sexual experience that they never
Speaker 2: even imagined, he said, his voice low and seductive. We
Speaker 2: need them to see the potential, the sheer scale of
Speaker 2: what we can offer, and that means pushing the boundaries,
Speaker 2: giving them something they can't get anywhere else. I nodded,
Speaker 2: trying to understand his perspective, but still feeling unsettled by
Speaker 2: the memory of the debauched scene I had witnessed. I
Speaker 2: guess I can see that, I said, my voice hesitant,
Speaker 2: but it's hard to look past the sexual filth in
Speaker 2: front of me and understand a bigger picture. I'm worried
Speaker 2: about who exactly is investing in our venture and what
Speaker 2: they might ask for sexually in the future. The Wolfman
Speaker 2: took my hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. I understand
Speaker 2: your concerns, he said, but you have to trust me.
Speaker 2: I know what I'm doing, and I would never let
Speaker 2: anything happen to you are to any of the other
Speaker 2: women in our care. We're in this together, and we're
Speaker 2: going to make a difference, no matter what it takes,
Speaker 2: I sighed, still uncertain, but willing to trust him for now. Okay,
Speaker 2: I said, leaning into his touch. I'll accept your answer
Speaker 2: for now, but I can't help but worry about what
Speaker 2: the future might hold. I just hope we're doing the
Speaker 2: right thing and that we're not getting in over our heads.
Speaker 2: The Wolfman smiled, his eyes filled with determination and passion.
Speaker 2: We're doing the right thing, he said, pulling me close
Speaker 2: for a deep sensual kiss, and we're going to change
Speaker 2: the world one club at a time. Just stick with me,
Speaker 2: and everything will work out in the end. He then
Speaker 2: unexpectedly opened my legs, pulled my panties down, and buried
Speaker 2: his face in my pussy as he tongue fucked me
Speaker 2: with intent. The Wolfman continued his tongue moving in and
Speaker 2: out of my pussy with intense force as he held
Speaker 2: my legs tightly. The intensity made my legs shake uncontrollably.
Speaker 2: Unable to resist, I grabbed the back of his head,
Speaker 2: clenched his hair, and pulled as my body was overcome,
Speaker 2: building towards a massive orgasm. Give it to me, baby,
Speaker 2: let me drink it down, he murmured, momentarily, lifting his
Speaker 2: face from my crop. His eyes locked with mine, smoldering
Speaker 2: with desire. Give it to me, baby, let me drink
Speaker 2: it down, he growled, his voice dripping with lust. Before
Speaker 2: I could respond, he dove back in his tongue, resuming
Speaker 2: its relentless assault, plunging deep inside me with renewed vigor.
Speaker 2: I gasped, arching my back as he consumed me, his
Speaker 2: mouth working hungrily against my most sensitive flesh. His fingers
Speaker 2: dug into my thighs, holding me in place as he feasted,
Speaker 2: his enthusiasm, driving me wild with pleasure. Despite being an
Speaker 2: expert in psychology, I could not understand this man. Even worse,
Speaker 2: I didn't understand myself upon our return when I first
Speaker 2: consciously saw him, anger and frustration consume me due to
Speaker 2: his constant manipulation through drugs, sex, and words. Despite my
Speaker 2: knowledge of every psychological tactic, he always knew exactly which
Speaker 2: button to push. Perhaps one reason he had such control
Speaker 2: over me was because he knew exactly how to push
Speaker 2: my buttons, particularly my clip. I have to admit, when
Speaker 2: a man is skilled at stimulating that magic button, it
Speaker 2: can easily take control of you, at least in the moment.
Speaker 2: That's all he needed, just enough time to maneuver me
Speaker 2: into the position he desired and get me to do
Speaker 2: what he wanted before I even had a chance to
Speaker 2: question it. I had stopped practicing psychiatry, but I was
Speaker 2: still an expert in the field and could control some
Speaker 2: of my actions. To put myself back on an even
Speaker 2: playing field, I would have to use some tricks of
Speaker 2: the trade. Despite the Wolfman's efforts to convince me, I
Speaker 2: was already on one for now well. Psychological play would
Speaker 2: have to suffice. He was pushing the button, and it
Speaker 2: felt satisfying, real good. I held the back of his
Speaker 2: head tightly as I started to pull his hair and
Speaker 2: pushed his head deeper as I felt my inner vaginal
Speaker 2: walls contract. He knew the right moments to give me power.
Speaker 2: He knew what I got off to. I enjoyed the
Speaker 2: sight of his face deeply into my vagina, as his
Speaker 2: main purpose was to make me explode with pleasure. It's
Speaker 2: a powerful feeling to have a man on his knees
Speaker 2: intensely eating your pussy while you're feeling good physically, emotionally,
Speaker 2: and most of all psychologically. He laid me down gently
Speaker 2: on my back. My pussy burst with fluid, which he
Speaker 2: gulped down eagerly. He then pulled out another tube of
Speaker 2: his magic sauce, held it to my nose and I
Speaker 2: inhaled on command. I felt myself drift away yet again.
Speaker 2: All right, everyone, you're listening to the next Time Stories.
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Speaker 2: to Chris Carroll's Into Deep, the Kinky Psychiatrists and her
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Speaker 2: as conclude Chris Carol's Into Deep. I woke up in
Speaker 2: the back of a hummer, covered in blankets and confusion.
Speaker 2: Where was I, What day was it? I had no
Speaker 2: idea how how much time had passed, or how I
Speaker 2: had gotten here. I looked around, trying to get my bearings,
Speaker 2: and saw that the hummer was parked at the rear
Speaker 2: of a secluded bar two stories tall, with a lot
Speaker 2: of activity happening on the rooftop level. For a moment,
Speaker 2: I considered getting out and investigating, exploring my surroundings and
Speaker 2: trying to figure out where I was and what was
Speaker 2: going on. But something helped me back, a sense of
Speaker 2: uncertainty that kept me rooted to the spot. Instead, I
Speaker 2: retreated back into the hummer, pulling the covers over my
Speaker 2: head and grabbing my phone to try and get some answers.
Speaker 2: I looked at the screen, my heart sinking as I
Speaker 2: realized I was in Phoenix, Arizona, and that two days
Speaker 2: had passed since the last time I remembered being awake.
Speaker 2: The fact that I had been passed out and didn't
Speaker 2: remember the last forty eight hours left me infuriated, mind
Speaker 2: reeling with the realization that it was the drugs that
Speaker 2: had put.
Speaker 1: Me out again.
Speaker 2: As I lay there in the back of the hummer,
Speaker 2: the blanket over my face, I found myself pondering whether
Speaker 2: I should just walk away from all of this right now,
Speaker 2: before I slipped in deeper and became a drug addict,
Speaker 2: sex worker, or captive in some foreign country and chains.
Speaker 2: I was so confused, my love for the wolfmen getting
Speaker 2: in the way of rational thought, and my knowledge that
Speaker 2: skipping days in a drug days and not having any
Speaker 2: say in what happened next could only lead to complications
Speaker 2: that might present issues I wouldn't know how to handle.
Speaker 2: But even as I thought about leaving, I knew I
Speaker 2: couldn't bring myself to do it. I was in too deep,
Speaker 2: my emotions and my desires too tangled up in the
Speaker 2: Wolfman and his plans to ever truly break free. I
Speaker 2: was stuck trapped between my love for him and my
Speaker 2: fear of what the future might hold, and I had
Speaker 2: no idea how to find my way out of what
Speaker 2: was becoming darkness. Recently, I had been feeling burned out
Speaker 2: on the idea of sexual fantasy and living out all
Speaker 2: of my kinky desires. I used to frequent the Red
Speaker 2: Light District in San Francisco because it was exciting, and
Speaker 2: when I was done taking in the excitement, I could
Speaker 2: go home, go to sleep, and return to a normal
Speaker 2: life as a psychiatrist dealing with my patients. But now
Speaker 2: being stuck in the middle of it all and stripping
Speaker 2: on stage was making it feel like the shine was
Speaker 2: wearing awe. All of a sudden, I started to miss
Speaker 2: my patients, the work I did to make them better.
Speaker 2: I did believe in the Wolfman's mission to make a
Speaker 2: better world for strippers everywhere, but I was starting to
Speaker 2: think this grandiose idea was a cover for something else.
Speaker 2: The whole thing was starting not to be fun anymore.
Speaker 2: But I was also pondering if it was the drugs
Speaker 2: in my system that were causing me to have these
Speaker 2: sudden mixed emotions and making it difficult to use my
Speaker 2: knowledge as a psychiatrist to my advantage and keep my
Speaker 2: thoughts and emotions under control. I could feel myself losing
Speaker 2: mental control, and now I was wondering if this was
Speaker 2: part of some devious plot by the man who said
Speaker 2: he loved me. Was he using me for his own gain,
Speaker 2: manipulating me into doing his bidding while keeping me docile
Speaker 2: and compliant with drugs. Was this all just a twisted
Speaker 2: game to him, a way to satisfy his own desires
Speaker 2: while pretending to care about me and the other women
Speaker 2: in the industry. I didn't want to believe it, but
Speaker 2: I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, that
Speaker 2: there was more going on than I was aware of.
Speaker 2: I needed to find a way to clear my head,
Speaker 2: to get the drugs out of my system, and think
Speaker 2: clearly about what I wanted and what I was willing
Speaker 2: to do to get it. But even as I thought
Speaker 2: about leaving, about going back to my old life and
Speaker 2: my patience, I knew it wouldn't be that easy. I
Speaker 2: was in too deep, my emotions and my desires too
Speaker 2: tangled up in the Wolfman and his plans to ever
Speaker 2: truly break free. I was stuck trapped between my love
Speaker 2: for him and my fear of what the future might hold,
Speaker 2: and I had no idea how to find my way
Speaker 2: out of this and return to a normal life. I
Speaker 2: searched the Internet for the name of the building at
Speaker 2: my location. Although I found a physical address, According to
Speaker 2: the search results, there was no building at the location
Speaker 2: where I was standing, despite the fact that I was
Speaker 2: staring directly at one. I guess the drug started to
Speaker 2: wear off because I became my usual curious self and
Speaker 2: decided to go inside and see what was going on.
Speaker 2: Two burly men in suits met me at the door.
Speaker 2: They had earbuds in their ears and were communicating with someone.
Speaker 2: As I approached. With no nonsense expressions, they simply said
Speaker 2: good evening, ma'am, as they opened the door and let
Speaker 2: me in. The bottom section of the building was a
Speaker 2: dimly lit, quiet area with three stripping stages. Three different
Speaker 2: ladies were stripping, and patrons were sitting orderly and quietly
Speaker 2: watching the activity on the stages. It was definitely civilized
Speaker 2: and a far cry from most strip clubs I have
Speaker 2: ever been in. I got the idea that this is
Speaker 2: what the Wolfman was talking about with his vision of
Speaker 2: how strip clubs would look and operate. I was impressed,
Speaker 2: especially by the fact that no one even looked in
Speaker 2: my direction as I passed by, not that there was
Speaker 2: a reason to. I was dressed very casually in a
Speaker 2: black skirt and black top which I don't even remember owning.
Speaker 2: On stage, there were three beautiful naked women they could
Speaker 2: be watching, so why would they look at me. I
Speaker 2: should have grabbed a seat and a drink to enjoy
Speaker 2: the entertainment on the stages, but I was feeling like
Speaker 2: myself again, and my curiosity got the best of me.
Speaker 2: I noticed three men in suits guarding an elevator, which
Speaker 2: I correctly assumed led to the exclusive rooftop. As I approached,
Speaker 2: they spoke into their earbuds. One of them said, good evening,
Speaker 2: ma'am walked this way as the elevator opened and I
Speaker 2: stepped inside. As I exited, the smell of gasoline and
Speaker 2: heavy smoke filled the open air. Just like the other night,
Speaker 2: the only thing the patrons wore were their eyemasks. This
Speaker 2: gathering was a little larger than usual, with about one
Speaker 2: hundred people in attendance. Surprisingly, nobody looked at me, even
Speaker 2: though I was the only fully clothed person walking among them.
Speaker 2: I proceeded to walk around and search for the wolfmen,
Speaker 2: but couldn't spot him. Naked people walked around with glasses
Speaker 2: in their hands while naked waiters and waitresses refilled their drinks.
Speaker 2: Despite the nudity, there was no sexual activity taking place.
Speaker 2: I had a feeling I was going to need a drink,
Speaker 2: so I ordered one. The scene was reminiscent of a
Speaker 2: couple of nights ago, and I hoped the show wouldn't
Speaker 2: feature the infamous grandma, whose sight I was still covering
Speaker 2: from all the sudden sound of a circus theme blared
Speaker 2: loudly from speakers in every direction on the rooftop. Immediately,
Speaker 2: people began walking towards a large round stage set up
Speaker 2: in the middle of the room. I watched in awe
Speaker 2: and fascination as two people dressed as clowns led a
Speaker 2: very skinny and small woman to the middle of the
Speaker 2: round stage. Suddenly, flames shot up from the edges of
Speaker 2: the stage, encircling them in a ring of fire. The
Speaker 2: woman was one of those flexible ones who could bend
Speaker 2: her body and twist her limbs in unusual ways. She
Speaker 2: proceeded to bend and twist herself into positions that amaze
Speaker 2: the crowd, her body contorting in ways that seemed impossible
Speaker 2: as she moved. The two clowns stood by her, watching intently.
Speaker 2: As she performed her incredible beats of flexibility. Then, to
Speaker 2: my surprise, the woman began to strip off all her clothes,
Speaker 2: revealing her naked body to the crowd. She resumed her performance,
Speaker 2: twisting and folding her body in every way imaginable, until
Speaker 2: both her legs were put behind her head and she
Speaker 2: lay on her back on the floor, exposing her vagina
Speaker 2: to the crowd, as the clown stood by, continuing to watch.
Speaker 2: The sight was both erotic and unsettling. The woman's vulnerability
Speaker 2: and exposure a stark contrast to the whimsical appearance of
Speaker 2: the clowns. I could feel my own body responding to
Speaker 2: the display, even as my mind was in disbelief. As
Speaker 2: the performance continued, the crowd's excitement and arousal palpable in
Speaker 2: the air. I watched, transfixed as the woman held her pose,
Speaker 2: her body awake of art and a testament to the
Speaker 2: incredible capabilities of the human form. The clowns then quickly
Speaker 2: stripped the clown outfit off as the look on her
Speaker 2: face became serious. They began jerking their cocks vigorously with
Speaker 2: their hands, all the while maintaining grim, unsettling expressions on
Speaker 2: their faces. The woman amazingly continued to keep her pose
Speaker 2: with her vagina facing the crowd and her legs firmly
Speaker 2: nodded behind her head. The clowns continued jerking their cocks
Speaker 2: off until they both looked at each other and smiled.
Speaker 2: They took to their knees right beside the twisted woman
Speaker 2: and began to lick her pussy like two dogs drinking
Speaker 2: out of a water bowl. The rapid tongue movements and
Speaker 2: pussy strokes were giving her immense pleasure. She struggled to
Speaker 2: keep her legs nodded behind her head as the clowns
Speaker 2: continued licking her pussy vigorously. They began to make disturbing
Speaker 2: primal noises as people in the crowd began to hook
Speaker 2: up sexually. I admittedly was mesmerized by what I was
Speaker 2: watching on that stage. The woman could not hold back
Speaker 2: any longer as she screamed out loud, with her body
Speaker 2: shaking as the clowns gave her an intense orgasm. Her
Speaker 2: legs automatically bounced off the back of her neck and
Speaker 2: to the front of her body as she lay on
Speaker 2: the floor momentarily before both clowns grabbed her body and
Speaker 2: lifted her high up into the air as they walked
Speaker 2: around the circular stage that was still burning fire. The
Speaker 2: clowns screamed at each other, all while continuing to carry
Speaker 2: the woman up high for the audience to witness. He
Speaker 2: flames around the stage shot higher as the men laid
Speaker 2: the woman on the ground, the clowns in.
Speaker 1: Each other's face.
Speaker 2: The screaming got louder as it quickly escalated the punches
Speaker 2: as both clowns savagely attacked each other. The woman lay
Speaker 2: on the ground observing the activities of the clowns while
Speaker 2: the audience went wild, cheering loudly. But was it about
Speaker 2: these audiences that loved to see violence and sex taking
Speaker 2: place in front of them? I thought I was perverse
Speaker 2: up until recently, as all of us started to seem
Speaker 2: a bit much, one clown finally got the advantage over
Speaker 2: the other and repeatedly punched him in the face until
Speaker 2: the clown lay motionless on the ground in a.
Speaker 4: Pool of blood.
Speaker 2: The cheering intensified as I actually stood concerned that I
Speaker 2: have just witnessed a murder. The winning clown moved towards
Speaker 2: his prize as he opened her legs and pushed them
Speaker 2: back to extend past her head. Normally, I would have
Speaker 2: been concerned that people don't bend this way, but after
Speaker 2: I watched earlier, I knew she could easily do this.
Speaker 2: The crowd continued to get loud with anticipation as the
Speaker 2: clown let out a strange, primal yell as he then
Speaker 2: shoved his cock into the tiny woman, fucking her heart
Speaker 2: while continuing to scream out loud. But now her noises
Speaker 2: were matching his as it mixed with the audience cheering
Speaker 2: to create a sonic boom of primitive lust and desire.
Speaker 2: He was pounding that pussy while her legs remained bent
Speaker 2: in an unnatural way. I continued to watch, even though
Speaker 2: I wanted to look away but couldn't. I felt for
Speaker 2: how hard she was getting fucked, and felt sympathy and
Speaker 2: excitement at the same time. Most of the crowd were
Speaker 2: now sexually charged up, so they start to hook up randomly.
Speaker 2: Like me, continued to watch until the act was completed.
Speaker 2: As they both were screaming loudly, one with pleasure, the
Speaker 2: other with pain. The clown with one hand pushed her
Speaker 2: legs down even further, pushing her body in a strange angle.
Speaker 2: With his cock firmly planted in her curved vagina. With
Speaker 2: one big push, he screamed louder than he had been
Speaker 2: as he hit his climax. The flames immediately were extinguished,
Speaker 2: and several men in black suits rushed to the stage
Speaker 2: to immediately remove the non responsive clown that was lying
Speaker 2: on the ground and the woman.
Speaker 4: Who appeared to barely be able to move.
Speaker 2: All the lights went off around the rooftop area, as
Speaker 2: the only illumination was the moonlight. As soon as this occurred,
Speaker 2: several men approached me of all ages and races, all
Speaker 2: of them stroking their hard cocks, offering to fuck me.
Speaker 2: They were like rapid wolves, but I was only looking
Speaker 2: for my wolfman, who I could not spot. I continued
Speaker 2: to move around a room to find an isolated place
Speaker 2: where I could be left alone, as apparently the elevator
Speaker 2: has been put out of commission, presumably until this activity
Speaker 2: is completely over. There was fucking of every variety as
Speaker 2: I saw four men gangbanging a seventy year old woman.
Speaker 2: She had a cock in her mouth, pussy, an ass,
Speaker 2: and seemed to be enjoying every second of it. What
Speaker 2: the fuck? What's up with these people? Wanting to fuck
Speaker 2: old ladies. I guess on the positive end of this,
Speaker 2: if I make it to be seventy years old, then
Speaker 2: I know where I can come to get all my
Speaker 2: holes fucked. As I continue to scan the rooftop courtyard
Speaker 2: for the wolfman, I noticed a very tall, skinny man
Speaker 2: across from me, staring with an intense look while jacking
Speaker 2: his cock off. I proceeded to look the other way
Speaker 2: and start to move in a different direction until I
Speaker 2: noticed another man staring at me and jerking his cock off.
Speaker 2: I quickly took my eyes off him, turned around, and
Speaker 2: proceeded to go in a new direction. This time, two big,
Speaker 2: muscular older men were staring directly at me with fire
Speaker 2: in her eyes while their hands rapidly jerked their own
Speaker 2: cocks off. I stood still, not knowing what to do
Speaker 2: at this point, since all directions were covered. The four
Speaker 2: men started moving in my direction while keeping their eyes
Speaker 2: planted on me and her hands on their cocks, still
Speaker 2: jerking them off. I continued to stay in the same spot,
Speaker 2: not knowing what my next move was. Normally, I would
Speaker 2: admit that sexual arousal would enter my kinky mind. Something
Speaker 2: was different this time. I felt no urge for sex.
Speaker 2: Even though I had the kind of stimulation this evening
Speaker 2: that would normally get me horny, I didn't understand it.
Speaker 2: This time. It wasn't sex on my mind.
Speaker 4: It was safety.
Speaker 2: The four men continue to make their way towards me
Speaker 2: as I froze, anticipating the next moment. All right, everyone,
Speaker 2: you're listening to sext Time Stories. I am your host,
Speaker 2: Maximum Jones, and you are listening to Chris Carroll's in
Speaker 2: Too Deep, the Kinky Psychiatrists and her turn into the unknown.
Speaker 2: The story will continue, but first we need to break
Speaker 2: for these messages, and then we will see you on
Speaker 2: the other side.
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Speaker 2: All right, everyone, let's go ahead and continue as well
Speaker 2: as conclude. Chris Carol's into deep. As the tall, skinny
Speaker 2: man caught within a few feet of me, he smiled,
Speaker 2: grabbed his cock and showed me all eleven inches of it.
Speaker 2: Before I knew what to think, I heard what I
Speaker 2: wanted to hear. What are you doing standing there like that?
Speaker 2: The wolf man sad as his voice was like a
Speaker 2: savior from heaven. I didn't answer him. I just smiled
Speaker 2: as a mixture of anger and happiness filled my body,
Speaker 2: knowing that he was there for me. Come on, I
Speaker 2: think these animals are hungry, and I definitely don't want
Speaker 2: them to get their hands on you. They could never
Speaker 2: afford you, he said with a laugh, even though that
Speaker 2: comment made me uncomfortable. He had a key for the
Speaker 2: elevator and he quickly opened and it as we headed
Speaker 2: into the parking lot and I walked towards the hummer,
Speaker 2: Where are you going?
Speaker 1: That's not mine?
Speaker 2: I'm this way, he said, as he walked away from
Speaker 2: the hummer instead of moving towards a jeep. I froze
Speaker 2: from confusion. If the hummer was not his, then why
Speaker 2: was I inside of it covered up in blankets. He
Speaker 2: seemed to be in a big rush as he said,
Speaker 2: get in, let's go. I had questions, but I have
Speaker 2: known him long enough to know when he was nervous
Speaker 2: about something. I was nervous too, so I was ready
Speaker 2: to just leave and just grateful that he came to
Speaker 2: my rescue. This was wanted, the changes that I was
Speaker 2: noticing about myself. Normally, I would have enjoyed playing with
Speaker 2: those four men, even if I never let any of
Speaker 2: them inside my pussy. It would have been fun to
Speaker 2: see them fully aroused and only imagine what it felt
Speaker 2: like to have me right now, though I had no
Speaker 2: such desire. It was a mixture of me being in
Speaker 2: love with the wolf Man and something else I just
Speaker 2: couldn't figure out. At this point, I knew I was
Speaker 2: only okay with one man touching me, and that was him.
Speaker 2: We are headed back to Vegas. He grabbed my hand
Speaker 2: as he said this, Thanks to you, we secured the
Speaker 2: purchase of the club in Phoenix. Our partners are happy
Speaker 2: with our vision and things are moving quickly. I wasn't
Speaker 2: as thrilled with his news as I should have been.
Speaker 2: I was feeling strange, uneasy, and my instincts told me
Speaker 2: something was off. I tried to keep my emotions in check,
Speaker 2: but couldn't. It was embarrassing, especially considering I had professionally
Speaker 2: mastered the art of human emotion. Why was I in
Speaker 2: the back of that hummer and why don't I remember
Speaker 2: anything from the last forty eight hours? I asked angrily.
Speaker 2: You weren't feeling good, and I had to transport something
Speaker 2: from Vegas to Phoenix, so it made sense to put
Speaker 2: you in a more spacious vehicle. You wouldn't wake up,
Speaker 2: so I made the choices for you. He seriously looked
Speaker 2: in my direction as he said this. Did we have sex?
Speaker 2: I asked him directly. He was surprised by my question,
Speaker 2: He asked, uncomfortably. Why are you asking me that I'm
Speaker 2: sore down there and earlier felt some discharge. I responded
Speaker 2: with a serious tone. When you get high, you like
Speaker 2: to play with yourself. I just let you don't intrude
Speaker 2: and watch I must say, you really get into it,
Speaker 2: he said, smiling. I don't remember any of it. I
Speaker 2: shot back. It's because of those drugs. You are turning
Speaker 2: into a druggie, the Wolfman said with a laugh. There
Speaker 2: was nothing about what he said that was funny to me.
Speaker 2: He was the one that constantly put the drugs to
Speaker 2: my nose. He was the one that was making me
Speaker 2: dependent on the stuff. Listen to me, I can't take
Speaker 2: responsibility for my own actions. Psychiatry one one. To get better,
Speaker 2: you must take responsibility for your own actions. Oh wait,
Speaker 2: I'm not a psychiatrist anymore. I'm a stripper. I'm fucked
Speaker 2: up and I can feel it. I'm losing control but
Speaker 2: can't stop myself. I'm an addict, but not to sex
Speaker 2: or drugs, but to uninhibited action with no thought of consequences.
Speaker 2: This is everything I was taught not to let happen.
Speaker 2: It was almost as if I was being uneducated and
Speaker 2: being given a brand new way to learn. How long
Speaker 2: had this been happening to me? Was it from the
Speaker 2: very beginning when I first visited the dungeon? Have I
Speaker 2: been allowing myself to be part part of this without
Speaker 2: asking any questions or holding myself accountable? The fun was
Speaker 2: escaping me. The cravings were becoming intense. I slept the
Speaker 2: whole trip back to Vegas. As much as I was
Speaker 2: in love with him, I didn't feel like speaking to
Speaker 2: him currently. I was confused right now. I woke up
Speaker 2: as soon as we got to our hotel room. When
Speaker 2: we got inside, I had more questions. I looked at
Speaker 2: the Wolfman my brow with confusion and concern. I don't
Speaker 2: understand how these countless sex sorgies we've been witnessing lately
Speaker 2: are going to help strippers around the world have a
Speaker 2: better life, I said, my voice tinged with frustration. It
Speaker 2: feels like your rich friends are just using us to
Speaker 2: get themselves off, and that's not what I signed up for.
Speaker 2: The Wolfman looked at me, his expression serious and intense.
Speaker 2: Attaining to wealthy with these orgies is a sure way
Speaker 2: to stay in their heads and encourage them to invest
Speaker 2: in our vision for the future, he said, his voice
Speaker 2: low and seductive. There's absolutely no harm in giving them
Speaker 2: what they want, so they'll give generously to our plan.
Speaker 2: After that, it will be much easier for us to
Speaker 2: accomplish the goal we set out to do, which is
Speaker 2: to make a better life for all strippers and sex workers,
Speaker 2: I sighed, still uncertain but willing to trust him for now.
Speaker 2: I guess I can see that, I said, my voice hesitant,
Speaker 2: But it's hard to look past the sexual filth in
Speaker 2: front of me and understand the bigger picture. I'm worried
Speaker 2: about who exactly is investing in our venture and what
Speaker 2: they might ask for sexually in the future. The Wolfman
Speaker 2: took my hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. Understand your concerns,
Speaker 2: he said, but you have to trust me. I know
Speaker 2: what I'm doing, and I would never let anything happen
Speaker 2: to you or to any of the other women in
Speaker 2: our care. We're in this together, and we're going to
Speaker 2: make a difference no matter what it takes. I nodded,
Speaker 2: still uneasy but willing to follow his lead. I'll accept
Speaker 2: your answer for now, but I can't help but worry
Speaker 2: about what the future might hold, I said, my voice
Speaker 2: trembling slightly. I just hope we're doing the right thing
Speaker 2: and that we're not getting in over our heads. The
Speaker 2: Wolfman smiled, his eyes filled with determination and passion. We're
Speaker 2: doing the right thing, he said, pulling me close for
Speaker 2: a deep, sensual kiss and We're going to change the
Speaker 2: world one club at a time. Just stick with me
Speaker 2: and everything will work out in the end. But even
Speaker 2: as I tried to believe him, I couldn't shake the
Speaker 2: feeling that something wasn't right. On top of all that,
Speaker 2: I feel like my body is changing and I don't
Speaker 2: feel good, I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Speaker 2: I'm having trouble formulating thoughts and keeping my emotions in check,
Speaker 2: even though that's something I'm an expert at doing. The
Speaker 2: Wolfman looked at me, his expression softening with concern. He
Speaker 2: reached out and grabbed my hands, his touch warm and comforting.
Speaker 2: I have what you need, he said, his voice gentle
Speaker 2: and reassuring. Just trust me and I'll take care of everything.
Speaker 2: I wanted him to comfort me with his love and
Speaker 2: gently make love to me, but he showed no interest
Speaker 2: in doing that. I heard the voices, but now I
Speaker 2: was hearing them without the drugs.
Speaker 4: I know you can see me. Just go ahead and
Speaker 4: open yourself up to me. Do it.
Speaker 2: You are a naughty girl.
Speaker 4: You need it and need it good, but you are
Speaker 4: afraid of it. Don't be afraid.
Speaker 5: Let it in. Let what is your price? Everyone has
Speaker 5: a price.
Speaker 2: He pulled out the vial, the magic juice in the tube.
Speaker 2: I tried to resist, but could not. As soon as
Speaker 2: I saw it, I let myself go and took a
Speaker 2: big snort of it. As soon as the drug entered
Speaker 2: my body, it was like a fire had been let
Speaker 2: inside me, a fierce and uncontrollable blaze that consumed me
Speaker 2: from the inside out. I felt like I was floating
Speaker 2: in the air, weightless and free, as the voices swirled
Speaker 2: around me, their whispers and moans filling my ears and
Speaker 2: my mind. I saw the Wolfman smiling and laughing in
Speaker 2: a wicked way, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous predatory light.
Speaker 2: I felt a sudden, overwhelming need to touch myself, to
Speaker 2: feel the heat and the wetness between my legs. I
Speaker 2: took my hand to my pussy, my fingers sliding through
Speaker 2: the slick folds of my sex. As I started to
Speaker 2: finger fuck myself hard and fast, I moaned and writhed,
Speaker 2: my hips bucking and grinding against my hand as I
Speaker 2: begged the Wolfman to fuck me, to fill me with
Speaker 2: his cock and make me his. But he just shook
Speaker 2: his head, smiling and laughing in that same wicked way.
Speaker 2: Even as I cried out in frustration and need, voices
Speaker 2: grew louder and louder, their whispers and moans becoming screams
Speaker 2: and howls. As I slipped deeper and deeper into the
Speaker 2: blackness of unconsciousness. And then just like that, it was over,
Speaker 2: and I was gone, lost in the darkness and the
Speaker 2: chaos of my own mind, the wolfman's wicked laughter echoing
Speaker 2: in my ears as I drifted away.
Speaker 5: What is yours? What are you willing to give to get?
Speaker 4: I can see you, I know you can see me.
Speaker 4: Just go ahead and open yourself up to me.
Speaker 5: What is your nice?
Speaker 1: Do it?
Speaker 5: Everyone has a price? What is yours? What are you
Speaker 5: willing to give to kit?
Speaker 1: You are a naughty girl.
Speaker 4: You need it.
Speaker 2: This concludes in two Deep, chapter thirteen, What's Inside Me.
Speaker 2: The story will continue in a couple of week weeks
Speaker 2: with chapter fourteen, and that one is called Servant Raw.
Speaker 1: This is Sex Time Stories. I am your host, Maximum Jones.
Speaker 1: Thank you you for listening.