I have already published this story in the German forum and then translated it into English using a translation program. So I hope that the grammar and words are all correct.
Part one:
The evening began like a promise
Emely stood in front of her mirror while Lena and Sophia buzzed around her, giggling. The room was filled with the scent of perfume and hairspray, and the energy of anticipation was almost tangible. Lena had already squeezed herself into her shimmering emerald green dress that perfectly accentuated her red hair, while Sophia, in an elegant black ensemble, gnawed her lip and cast critical glances at Emely's outfit.
"The red dress looks fantastic on you," Lena finally said as she leaned over Emely and pulled at a strand of hair that had slipped out of her carefully done updo. "You look like a movie star. You could actually walk straight onto a red carpet."
"Or into one of those fancy magazines you see in airports," Sophia added with a crooked grin as she leaned over her arm. "I bet at least three guys will try to get your number today?"
Emely looked at herself skeptically in the mirror. The dress, which she had only chosen at Lena and Sophia's persistent insistence, was bright red and tight-fitting. It clung to her figure and emphasized her long legs and the pale, flawless skin that her friends always envied. But to Emely, it felt foreign. She was not used to being the center of attention like this. Her high heels clicked softly on the wooden floor as she stepped back and looked at her silhouette.
"I don't know," she said hesitantly, her blue eyes moving uncertainly between her friends and her reflection. "This is somehow... too much."
"Nonsense!" Lena exclaimed before putting her hands on Emely's shoulders and looking straight at her. "It's perfect. You are perfect. And tonight you'll show everyone."
Sophia laughed and tossed her dark hair back. "Yeah, come on, Em. When was the last time you had real fun?"
Emely sighed and finally gave in. She didn't want to spoil her friends' mood, and besides, she had secretly resolved to be a little braver after moving to the city. For the first time in weeks, she no longer felt like the shy, reserved Emely from her home village. Tonight she would embark on the adventure - at least a little one.
"Come on, girls, let's go!" Sophia called, who had long since finished and was staring impatiently at the clock. "We're missing the best songs!"
The streets were alive as the three friends stepped out of their apartment and into the cool evening air. The city lights glittered everywhere and the sound of cars, voices and music filled the air. Lena, ever the daredevil, hailed a taxi that stopped abruptly in front of them.
"The Eclipse, please," she said with a grin and dropped into the back seat. Sophia and Emely squeezed in next to her while the driver nodded and started the car.
"The Eclipse?" Emely asked with a hint of uncertainty in her voice. She had heard of this club - an exclusive place, famous for its glamorous parties and diverse crowd. It was the club where the rich and beautiful frequented, but also had a certain danger that intimidated Emely a little.
"Yes, the Eclipse," Lena confirmed. "It's going to be great. Trust me, you'll love it."
Sophia leaned back and watched the city lights passing by the window. "The Eclipse is perfect for a fresh start. No worries, no stress, just music, dancing and fun."
Emely said nothing, but a slight tingling sensation ran through her. It was a mix of nervousness and excitement as the taxi approached the club. From afar you could see the crowd thronging in front of the entrance and the colorful lights flashing through the windows of the building.
The disco was right in the heart of the city, a place full of pulsating energy. Colorful lights were already flickering through the windows and people were crowding in front of the entrance in joyful anticipation. The muffled roar of the music could already be heard outside and made Emely's heart beat in time.
A muscular bouncer in a black suit gave them a quick glance before lifting the rope and letting them enter. Lena winked at him and whispered to Sophia, "It pays to know the right people."
Emely felt a tingling sensation as she crossed the threshold. It was like entering another world - a world of light, music and intoxicating possibilities. The club was large and luxurious, with high ceilings and sparkling chandeliers that bathed the entire event in a mesmerizing light.
The dance floor was already full of people moving to the beat of the music. The bar, a long, shiny counter made of glass and chrome, was surrounded by people ordering their drinks. Waitresses in elegant outfits balanced trays of cocktails through the crowd, and a DJ played from a raised platform, his beats permeating the room.
"Wow," Emely whispered, overwhelmed by the atmosphere.
"Just wait until you get to the dance floor," Lena said with a wide grin, tugging Emely by the hand. “No excuses, we’re dancing tonight!”
Sophia laughed and followed them. “I’ll get us a drink first. You two go ahead.”
The dance floor was a kaleidoscope of colors and movement. People swayed their bodies to the beat of the music, the lights played on their faces, and the energy was almost tangible. Lena threw herself into the fray without hesitation and began to move with an infectious ease. Emely stood at the edge at first, but then Lena pulled her into the middle.
“Come on, Emely, relax!” Lena called, throwing her arms in the air.
Emely laughed nervously, her blonde hair swirling around her as she began to slowly move to the beat. Little by little, she let go of her insecurity, her movements became more fluid, her nervousness gave way to a quiet joy. She felt the bass in her chest, the heat of the crowd, and for a moment she forgot everything else. Time seemed to stand still as she danced. The space around her became a blurred sea of light and sound, and she was just there - alive, free.
But as Emely got into the music, she didn't notice that someone was watching her. At the edge of the dance floor, hidden in the shadows, stood a man. Elliott. Tall, athletic, and with a cool composure in his brown eyes, he was an imposing figure in the crowd. He wore dark clothes that made him almost invisible, and his posture was relaxed, but his eyes were alert.
In his hand he held a cell phone. The display showed a photo - Emely's face. It was the same picture that Dante had sent him when he gave him the assignment. Elliott knew why he was here. He hadn't come here to dance or have fun. His task was clear: to watch Emely, to document her every move, and to make sure no one took her away from him.
But as he watched her, something stirred inside him. Something he had suppressed for a long time - a spark of doubt, a hint of hesitation. Emely seemed so innocent, so untouched by the darkness that surrounded him and Dante. She didn't belong in this world.
But that wasn't his decision. His phone vibrated softly, and when he looked at it, he saw a message from Dante:
"Don't lose sight of her. She's ours."
Elliott raised his gaze and let it wander over the crowd, but his eyes remained fixed on Emely. The evening had only just begun, and the tension grew with every moment.
The music around them was loud, the bass permeating every fiber of her body, but the moment the stranger stepped to her side, everything around her seemed to go quiet. Emely turned slightly, her blonde hair falling over her shoulder, and she looked into a face dominated by a warm, confident smile. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he had just left the wind of a summer night behind him, and his brown eyes sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and playful interest.
"Hey," he said, his voice deep and pleasant, with a hint of nonchalance that almost relaxed her. "You dance pretty well. Do you come here often?"
Emely blushed. She had never been aware of her movements on the dance floor, at least not enough to feel particularly confident. "Oh, no," she said, unconsciously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Actually, this is my first time here."
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze never leaving her. "So you're the newcomer of the evening," he said with a broad smile that felt like a secret compliment. "I'm Alex. And you are...?"
"Emely," she answered quietly, her voice almost swallowed by the music. She wasn't sure whether she should get involved in the conversation, but something about his manner, the lightness of his words, held her.
"Emely," he repeated slowly, as if he were savoring the sound of her name. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."
The way he said that made her blush again. She looked away, unsure how to answer. But he didn't leave her side, his smile remained friendly, not intrusive, but also not ready to let her go just like that.
"So, Emely," he began after a short pause, leaning slightly towards her to bridge the distance that the loud music created between them, "what brought you here?"
She shrugged slightly, but kept her eyes fixed on his chest, where the outline of a simple, black shirt shimmered under the reflections of the light. "My friends persuaded me," she finally said honestly. "I don't go to clubs that often. Actually, not at all."
"Then you definitely chose the right place for your first club visit," he said with a wink. "The Eclipse is legendary."
"Legendary?" she repeated, her skepticism evident even as a small smile played around her lips.
"Absolutely," he confirmed with a convincing gesture. "The DJ is great, the people are relaxed - well, most of the time - and there are always the best stories here."
"The best stories?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, right," he said. "Clubs are like a microcosm of life. You never know who you'll meet, what'll happen, or what memories you'll take home with you. For example: You met me tonight. That's a good start, isn't it?"
His smile was disarming, and although Emely knew his words were calculatingly charming, she couldn't help but laugh slightly. "Maybe," she said, taking a small sip from the drink Lena had pressed into her hand earlier. The cold liquid calmed her agitated thoughts a little.
Alex continued to study her, his posture remained casual, but his eyes seemed focused, as if he was taking in every detail of her. "You're different," he said finally, and his voice became a little more serious.
"Different?" she repeated, tilting her head slightly.
"Yes," he said, pausing briefly as if he was searching for the right words. "Most people here come to see and be seen. But you..." He pointed slightly at her without raising his hand. "You look like you're here more to feel, to experience something new."
Emely felt her cheeks heat up again. She didn't know how to respond. Was that a compliment? Or just another one of those lines you hear in clubs? And why was she so nervous?
"Maybe," she said finally, buying herself time. She didn't want to reveal too much about herself, but the warmth in his eyes made it difficult for her to keep her guard up. "Maybe," he repeated, this time with an almost mischievous smile. "That's an interesting word. It leaves so much open."
Before Emely could answer, she was jostled by Lena, who was coming back from the crowd, snorting with laughter. "Sorry, Em!" she called, putting a hand on her shoulder to steady herself. "I bumped into a guy who thought I was going to steal his drink."
Alex raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Your girlfriend?"
"Yes, that's Lena," Emely said, smiling apologetically.
"Ah, the infamous Lena," Alex said, nodding kindly at Lena. "You have good company, Emely."
"You can say that out loud!" Lena called, pushing Emely aside. "And who are you?"
"Alex," he introduced himself, offering Lena his hand. She took it hesitantly before looking him up and down. "Okay, Alex," she finally said, sounding almost suspicious. "Take good care of her. Emely is... special."
"I've already noticed that," Alex said with a slight smile that made Emely blush again.
As Lena went back to the dance floor and whispered a quick apology to Emely, Alex stayed by her side. His gaze was gentle, almost protective, and the way he leaned forward slightly to hear her over the music felt familiar.
"So, Emely," he finally said, "do you want to keep dancing? Or can I buy you a drink?"
Emely hesitated, but something about his presence - his smile, his voice - made her nod. "A drink sounds good," she said quietly, and together they made their way to the bar.
Alex leaned slightly toward Emely as they stood at the bar. His gaze was intense, his voice quiet and almost conspiratorial as he said, "You know, sometimes it's exciting to break the rules a little."
Emely raised her eyebrows in surprise. "What do you mean?" she asked, taking a small sip of her cocktail.
"Come with me," Alex said with a smile that exuded a mixture of charm and excitement. "I'll show you something you won't soon forget."
"Where to?" Emely asked, and her voice was a touch nervous, although she tried to sound relaxed.
"To the toilet," he said, making his voice sound as casual as if he had just suggested going to the dance floor. But his look revealed more. "Don't worry, it's just a little fun."
Emely blushed and didn't know how to answer. She had never experienced such situations before, and the mixture of curiosity and uncertainty made her pause. But Alex's charisma and his seemingly relaxed manner captivated her. After a moment of hesitation, she finally nodded.
"Okay," she said, almost whispering.
He smiled contentedly and took her hand. Together they pushed their way through the crowd, past the dancers and the loud conversations, until they reached the back rooms of the club, where it was a little quieter. The door to the toilet was open and Alex led her in, making sure that no one was watching them.
The minutes in the toilet were a strange mixture of tension and uncertainty for Emely. Alex had remained charming, his words seemed to want to calm her down, while his looks revealed something else.
He slowly unzipped his pants and then kissed her on the mouth. His fingers wandered from her cheeks over her neck down to her breasts. Slowly he pushed her red dress down. When she fell to the floor, he deftly unzipped her bra with one hand and gently pushed that to the floor too, then he began to caress her breasts. He mumbled something to himself and then they kissed again. His hands became more and more demanding on her breasts and he started playing with her nipples. Then he reached into his pants and pulled out his penis.
With gentle pressure on her shoulders, he pushed her to her knees and Emely understood what he wanted from her. She carefully took his slightly erect cock in her mouth. "Yes... you're doing so well, you little whore." Emely paused in horror for a moment. Had he just called her a whore? "Come on, don't stop, keep going." His hands firmly grasped the back of her head and he began to forcefully push her head forward over his cock.
But it was over before she could really understand it. It all happened faster than she had thought. He straightened his shirt, ran his hand through his hair and gave her a satisfied smile.
"That was interesting," he said, his voice slightly teasing. "But I think I should go back to the bar. Do you want to come with me?" Emely still had the taste of his sperm in her mouth and wished to get rid of it. She felt used.
Nevertheless, she nodded, but before she could follow him, he had already gone out, closing the door behind him. She stood alone for a moment to collect herself. Her heart was beating faster than before, and she wondered if she had been too careless with her decision. Finally, she took a deep breath and began to get dressed. When she had everything in order and opened the door, she was ready to go back, back to her two friends.
Emely had barely entered the hallway when she saw three men coming towards her. Their clothing was inconspicuous, but their posture revealed that they were not standing there by chance. One of them, a tall man with striking features, stood in front of her and leaned casually against the wall with one arm, blocking her way.
"Hey, you there," he said with a firm undertone that brooked no argument. "We need to talk to you for a minute."
Emely's pulse quickened. "I... I was just about to leave," she stammered, her uncertainty all too clear. "You may think so," said the second man, smaller but with an aggressive aura. He grinned crookedly and stepped a little closer. "But we're not finished with you yet."
The third man stopped at the end of the hall, crossed his arms and said nothing. Nevertheless, his presence was overwhelming. Emely was sure that she was dealing with men who would not tolerate any argument.
"Let me pass," she said finally, a little more firmly this time, but her voice trembled.
The tall man raised an eyebrow and slowly shook his head. "It's not that simple, sweetheart. Come with me now. Or should we settle it here?" His voice left no doubt that "settle it here" was not a pleasant option.
Emely felt her breath catch. She wanted to object, but when the smaller man opened his jacket and showed the hint of a gun holster, she had no choice. With a lump in her throat, she nodded hesitantly. "Good," the tall man said. "Don't worry, we just want to make sure you don't cause any trouble."
One of the men pointed to the bathroom door at the end of the hall. "In there."
Emely swallowed hard as she approached the door. Her steps felt heavy and her stomach churned with fear. She didn't know what to expect, but the men's looks left no doubt that they were in control. One of them closed the door behind them and turned the key in the lock, the dull bass of the club music rumbling only faintly in the background.
"Take off your clothes," the tall man finally ordered, his voice icy and unmistakable.
"What?!" Emely's eyes widened, her breathing quickened. "Why should I—"
"This isn't a discussion," the smaller man cut her off, his voice cutting. "If you have nothing to hide, this will go quickly. So let's go."
Emely felt her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Her thoughts were racing and she was desperately looking for a way out. But the men stood in front of her like an insurmountable wall and the look on the tall man's face made it clear that there was no point in arguing.
Emely felt the situation becoming more and more threatening. The men in front of her were grinning, but their posture spoke of a latent aggressiveness that made her deeply uneasy. She took a deep breath and forced herself to remain calm, even though her heart was racing.
"I think you've got me confused," she said, her voice firmer than she felt. Her eyes instinctively searched for an escape route, while she remembered that Alex must be nearby.
The first man leaned closer to her, his grin intimidating. "Oh, sweetie, you can trust us. We just want to chat a little." His words were laced with an obvious double meaning.
Emely hesitated. Her mind was racing, but she couldn't ignore the excitement that was coursing through her body. Her time with Alex had already drawn her out of her comfort zone, and now here she was, in the dim light of the room, with three men who openly desired her.
The man behind her trailed his lips along her neck, his breath hot on her skin. One hand slid to her shoulder, pushing the strap of her dress aside, while the other gently gripped her hip. The pressure was just strong enough to take away her sense of control - and that was exactly what she didn't want.
The man in front of her finally let the dress slide completely down her hips until it pooled in soft folds on the floor. His gaze wandered over her body, and a smile spread across his lips - a smile that was both admiring and possessive. "You are beautiful," he said quietly, before cupping her hip with one hand and gently stroking her thigh with the other.
His mouth followed the lines of her body, leaving hot trails on her skin. Emely felt her breathing quicken as his lips drifted lower, barely touching her inner thighs. The man behind her had now pressed himself against her back, his hands exploring her waist and stomach as his kisses intensified.
One of the men slowly pulled a pair of soft, leather-covered restraints from a bag that Emely hadn't noticed. She held her breath, her eyes searching his gaze. He paused, letting her decide for a moment before asking, "Well, do you think you'll enjoy this?"
"No," she whispered, her voice shaky with fear.
With practiced movements, he fastened the restraints around her wrists, tight enough to immobilize them, causing her pain. The restraints were attached to a hook on the wall, limiting her freedom of movement but not taking it away completely. The loss of control sent a wave of adrenaline through her body, mixing with her growing panic.
The man in front of her knelt down again, his mouth and hands now impatient, while the other behind her began to massage her back with gentle but firm pressure. The third figure stepped closer but didn't say a word. Instead, he pulled out a small, cool knife and ran it over Emely's skin. The interplay of cold and heat was unexpected, and Emely's body reacted with a startled but pleasurable tremor.
The shackles on her wrists cut lightly into her skin, not painfully, but enough to make her realize the intransigence of the situation. The men had changed positions, and their touches became more demanding, less hesitant. There were no more gentle words, no more questioning glances. Instead, Emely felt her control slipping away completely.
The man in front of her held her gaze as his hands wandered over her thighs. He seemed to enjoy every moment, but his grip tightened as she involuntarily pulled back. "Stay quiet," he murmured, his voice deep and authoritative. It was not a request, but a command, and Emely's heart beat faster. Her thoughts began to race.
The second man behind her loosely untied the hair she had pinned up and reached into her strands to pull her head back slightly. His kisses on her neck were demanding, almost hard, and she felt his fingers digging into her waist, not gently, but possessively.
A fleeting thought flashed through her mind: Was this a mistake? The situation was more intense, rawer than she had expected, and part of her wanted to stop. But the words got stuck in her throat. Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but she felt the men's eyes on her, felt the weight of their presence, and that held her back.
The man in front of her knelt down again, pulled her legs apart a little, ignoring the resistance she unconsciously offered. His touches were now decisive, almost rough, and she felt her breathing become irregular. Her bonds held her in place, and a feeling of helplessness crept up inside her. She swallowed hard, trying to organize her thoughts, but the desire that ran through her body made her hesitate.
"If you want to say something, say it now," said the man behind her, his voice quiet but demanding. It didn't sound like an offer, but like a warning.
Emely hesitated. Her fingers curled around the leather of the bonds, her nails scratching at the surface. She wanted to break it off, wanted control back, but at the same time she felt trapped in a web of fear, desire, and an inexplicable urge to go through with it - whatever the cost.
The knife one of the men had used was carelessly put down, and instead she felt the cool edge of something else on her skin - a riding crop. The first smack was light, almost teasing, but the second made her gasp. She didn't know if it was pain that left her breathless, or the overwhelming mix of adrenaline and uncertainty.
"Next time we won't be so lenient," one of the men said. His tone was calm, but his words cut deep. Emely's heart raced, and she closed her eyes to control the rising emotions.
The riding crop snapped again, hitting her unprepared in the chest. A sharp pain shot through her chest as the crop struck hard against the sensitive tissue. The sudden force made her stagger back a step, taking a surprised breath. Her breasts still vibrated from the blow, and a dull throb spread through her chest. Her hand immediately wanted to go to where the pain was most intense, but was held back by the restraints. She couldn't contain her anger as the pain reverberated in her chest - a completely unwanted attack on one of the most sensitive parts of her body.
When the man swung for the next blow, he hit her right on the nipples. The pain was immediate and intense - a cutting, stabbing pain that shot through her chest. It felt as if the sensitive nerves in her nipples were literally screaming as the rough crop hit them. She gasped for air, the burning sensation spreading like lightning. A curse escaped her as she bent forward slightly in pain, her eyes filling with tears. The unexpected sting made her heart beat faster, and she couldn't believe how precisely that blow had hit the most sensitive spot.
She hadn't seen the next blow, and when it hit her genital area, the pain was immediately sharper and more intense than the two before. It was as if her entire abdomen reacted to the blow, a dull, deep throbbing that took her breath away. The pain spread in waves, and for a moment she could only bend forward, tears running from her eyes down her cheeks and she began to beg. "Please stop, this really hurts, please let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone what happened here." An overwhelming burning sensation ran through her body, and the unexpected blow almost made her stagger. Her head was spinning from the sudden, stabbing pain, and she could hardly hold herself.
Neither of the men cared about her absence, and it seemed as if her pain only aroused them even more. Emely stared, breathless, while her nipples changed in an eerie way. The man standing in front of her grabbed her breasts with firm hands, his fingers tightening around the sensitive tips. The pressure of his hands was immediate - strong and unyielding. As he began to pull on her nipples, 'Emely felt a sharp, painful pull that penetrated directly into her nipples.
The pain spread quickly, a stabbing sensation that stretched from the tips of her nipples through her entire torso. Each pull was intense, and Emely couldn't stop her breath from catching in her throat. The tugs on her nipples felt like a burning, relentless pull that heightened her senses while simultaneously sending her into a mixture of pain and an almost painful sensation.
Her heart beat faster, and the painful pull left her trembling and feeling uncomfortable. The sharp stimuli made her nipples hypersensitive, and the pain seemed to imprint itself deep into her skin. The pressure and pulls brought out an uncomfortable but also intense feeling that spread into her chest and caused her skin to tip.
When the man finally started to bite her nipples, Emely experienced an even more intense, painful sensation. The teeth were sharp and firm, the bite was unyielding, penetrating the sensitive skin. Each bite was accompanied by a sharp, burning pain that penetrated the skin and into her nerve endings. The pain was so intense that it felt like he was piercing her nipples with a hot, stinging sensation.
The bite produced not only physical pain, but also an emotional reaction - a mixture of surprise, discomfort, and an almost uncontrollable feeling of intensity. Emely couldn't stop her muscles from contracting, putting her in a state of shock and involuntary reaction. The pain was overwhelming and left her in a state of complete tension, while the intensity of the touch and the bites became fixed in her memory.
Then she felt one of the men penetrate her from behind. She wanted to write down and call for help, but the man covered her mouth as a precaution and kept thrusting hard into her. Her eyes became moister and her will to resist slowly faded. One of the men now had the idea of gagging her so that she couldn't scream and put her panties, bra and suspenders in her mouth and tied them around her mouth with tape he had brought with him. Emely knew that there was nothing she could do now to escape this perverse game. The men had won and her body only served to satisfy the desires of these men.
After the three of them had satisfied themselves in and on her several times, the three men let her go again and Emely fell powerless to the floor. Then the tall man removed the tape from her and took her panties and bra with him as a souvenir of this lovely evening. The one with the crop probably wanted to have a bit more fun with her and stepped on her breast with his foot, squashing it between his soles and the cool floor of the toilet. "You have great tits, you cunt." Then he started to piss on her face and then let his cock wander all over her body. "Wow, you really are such a hot slut, I don't think you've ever had so much fun in your life." Then all three turned around and left the men's toilet and went back to the dance floor.
