Tapping my pen against the stack of papers I growled at the name. Pit of Desires. I was in charge of knowing what places did what in the socials column of the local news paper. Though this place I had yet to discover what it was. Women would go missing for a day or two and turn up completely unharmed, well except for a strange mark at the base of their necks. It looked similar to a Lotus flower. I’d been to most of the sex shops in town trying to find out more about this club. Or maybe it was a bar. I had no clue. My coworkers had easier topics, I had socials and that alone was a pain in the ass because I had to be on top of every new shop, club, you name it I had to know details.

Not only did I write for the paper I also had a radio station I worked for selling off all the sex kittens play grounds. This place had been evading me for weeks and I had finally found someone willing to talk about it. First rule of fight club; that quote drifted through my mind as I waited for this woman to show up. This woman was going to save my career and maybe shed some light on this secret bar.

“Cammi, you have a visitor.” Sasha said leading a young woman towards my desk.

“Amy Adams?” I asked standing up and almost falling back into my chair.

This woman was wearing a sheet blouse with no bra under it, a pair of tight leather pants, and a pair of fuck me heels, 7 inch stilettos. ‘Bold woman’ I thought as I watched her glide over to my desk. Her breasts were about the same size as mine yet them seemed perkier. They had to be fake.

“Cammi, what a pleasure to finally meet you.” She said holding out her perfectly manicured hand.

“Likewise Ms. Adams, thank you again for doing this interview and like we agreed I’ll only quote you on the radio show tonight to lead people into their weekends.” I said shaking her hand as we both sat down.

“Of course, though I did have to get permission from my mistress to speak of the Pit with someone who has yet to experience it.” She stated as she playing with what looked like a poker chip.

“I greatly appreciate it. I’ll thank her as well. Now my readers and listeners are going to be curious as to how to enter the Pit. What is it? Where is it?” I asked pulling out my note pad to take notes.

“You have to be invited or a current patron has to take interest in you. Of course you have to be willing to go when They come for you. Afterwords they mark you so that they may take you whenever they please.” She stayed still playing with the chip.

“They? Who’s They? How are you invited? Are the marks always on the back of the neck or can it be anywhere?” I asked getting curious by the second.

“The owners, the masters and mistresses of the Pit. They already know your preference by the time you get there. So you don’t have to think, just enjoy. Some hang, lay down, or others just get to it right at the door. My mistress personally likes to play with me while I’m sleeping until I wake up to please her. So long as I do a good job in pleasing her she plays with me for days. You must be marked on your neck, easier to notice one of your own when it on the back of the neck. The coin.” She said and placed the poker chip on my desk.

I picked it up and looked at it, one side had the unique lotus flower while the other side had a woman with horns and a tail. The coin was a deep red but the designs were black. It looked like a poker chip but it was heavy.

“What all does this signify?” I asked putting back down.

“You’re being summoned. Someone will pick you up at midnight.” She said and began to stand up.

“Don’t forget your chip.” I said handing it back.

“That is now yours.” She said simply and walked back out through my office.

Sitting there I looked at the chip and made my notes easier to read for that night. I was being invited, I guess the packs in the cities had nothing on this club. As I sat in my office making sense of the notes and everything my body began to heat up. I was wet, weird. Taking a deep breath I began wiggling my hips against the mesh of my chair. But that only made it worse instead of easing my problem. Maybe this would help the show, my being breathless. My column was done by the time I went to the station. As I walked to the station I could feel the heat rising inside me. As if I’d swallowed hot embers, I ducked into a bathroom and pulled out my wireless bullet and moaned as I slid the devise inside my soaked pussy. Placing the heart against my clit and pulling my panties back up. Looking at the remote I’d just changed the battery and turned it on.

“Oh god!” I moaned as I kept my thumb on the button.

I had five minutes to spare before I had to keep moving, what’s wrong with me. I groped my breast through my blouse as I moaned my little toy buzzing inside me. I heard a voice scolding me. Telling me this was not the time to climax. I took my finger off the button and righted myself and continued walking towards the radio station.

“Pit of Desires my kittens. A private and privileged club for those whom are called upon. Should you receive a poker chip like coin than one of the masters or mistresses will come to you come the midnight hour.” I said mid broadcast.

As I was describing the individual who had come to my interview the power to the building had cut out.

“Roger, what happened?” I called from my box.

“I don’t know. I called maintenance and they said a fuse blew. Won’t be fixed til morning.” He said through the glass.

I rolled my eyes and knew that meant no more show tonight. This old building blew a fuse once a week. I guess this was my turn for a blown fuse. I packed up and started on my way home, my body had calmed down but I still had the bullet inside me. I’d play a little more tonight once I got home.

It had rained while I was in the studio so I was avoiding puddles and listening to the water under my feet. I stopped at a crosswalk and could have sworn I heard another set of footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw no one. Not even a shadow.

“It’s official Cam you have lost your mind trying to get the nitty gritty of this place.” I said to myself as I played with the coin in my pocket.

It felt unnaturally warm, maybe I’d just kept it in my hand too long. Making it to my building I opened the front door and ducked inside quick as I heard a set of feet behind me moving quick. Slamming the door I faced my neighbor Marshall.

“Cammi, lemme in I forgot my key.” He said tapping on the glass.

“You scared the hell out of Marshall.” I yelled at him pushing the door open.

“Sorry Cam.” He said removing his hood to flash his horns.

Marshall was a Incubus, though he didn’t feed off desire like most of them, he fed off joy, laughter. Thus why he was a kindergarten teacher; those little boogers were always happy, making nap time a breeze.

“I was listening to your show before it cut out. Do you know anymore about the Pit?” He asked as we entered the elevator.

“Only what my source told me. Or, at least was allowed to tell me.” I said leaning against the cold metal as the elevator flew to the fourth floor.

“Oh secret societies eh?” He said as the elevator came to a halt.

“I guess, I think it’s some weird sex ring or something. Maybe a rouse of the mind. Mental fucking that ends in an orgasm maybe. I’ll be touching it again tomorrow to make up for tonight.” I told him as I walked to my door.

“I look forward to hearing the rest.” He called as I walked inside.

Leaning against my door I dropped my bag and when I spread my legs to keep from sliding to the floor I remembered my little bullet was still inside me. ‘Finally’ I thought to myself as I reached for my bag and started searching for the remote. It wasn’t in my bag; I checked all the small pockets, I hated this bag I lost everything. I dumped it out and still nothing; all of a sudden the vibrating started. I let out a moan and spread my legs kneeling on the floor. It had to be in my bag, but with the constant vibrating I couldn’t focus.

Moaning I felt the vibrator turn up in intensity and I started unbuttoning my pants to remove it. I had my pants off and my panties were completely soaked, I could feel my clit throbbing. Reaching between my legs for the toy I felt my hips twitch involuntarily, I was so close. Only than did the toy pause giving me a chance to breath and remove the toy.

“No, no. I think we should play with that pretty little pussy.” A gruff voice came from behind me pushing my face to the floor.

My face to the floor and my ass in the air I began to struggle, but they leaned forward and showed me the coin.

“You shall have a first hand experience with the Pit of Desires. Let’s have some fun.” He whispered and snapped his fingers.

Before I could think I was chained to a bed, all around me I could hear various moans, screams, begging. A Succubi lair, of course this would be the famous club. I lay there on the silk sheets, the back of my neck was burning.

“My name is Xinnear. But you may call me Xin if you so desire. It’s wonderful to have you Cammila.” He said as I felt the tip of his tail removing my panties and the toy in one motion.

I let out a moan at the removal. I’d been chained on my front and my ass was still in the air.

“H-how do you know my name?” I asked as a surprising cold breeze blew across my bare pussy.

“You’ve been on my Fuck-it list for some months. I took the chance to send that pet to give you a calling card. And by the looks of you I guess I was right to wait. Secret masterbation with your little toy. When was the last time you had a real cock, babygirl?” He asked as he pinched my clit.

I squeaked and wiggles my hips.

“Thought so. This will be a tight fit than, but you will enjoy yourself. After we shall see from there.” He said sliding two fingers into my soaking pussy.

It felt so deep, I let out a high pitch moan, almost a squeak. He groaned in approval, the retreat of his fingers made me sigh. I could feel the bed dip under his weight and he knelt behind me, his shins hitting my calves. Xin was keeping me in place as I felt the head of his cock tease my pussy. Already breathless I groaned and felt myself stretch to fit his tremendous girth.

“Ahh.” I moaned once he was settled inside me.

Xin chuckled and rotated his hips against me, the motion shook my body.

“Let’s give this a go.” He said and pulled out where the head of his cock and a leather strap wrapped around my neck and he thrust into me at the same time he pulled the belt.

I let out a choked moan as he fucked me. Each stroke deeper than the last; I moaned out in squeaks and screams. Filling the halls with my own lustful calls, beckoning my climax to take me. Screaming his name I felt it didn’t taste as wonderful and tried a new tactic.

“Master!” I screamed as my climax ripped through my body.

Upon the scream the strokes changed and the burning in the back of my neck intensified. Causing every nerve ending in my body to respond. I began to move my hips in time with his, doing so elicited a smack on my ass. Sending me forward; rough, just how I liked it.

Xin only used the belt as his leverage and leaned on the head board only bringing him deeper into my body. I could feel him hitting my cervix, each pound caused a scream to escape my body. My orgasm tore through me sending me INTO the mattress.

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Sitting at my desk I glared at my notes, my neck killing me.

“Cammi there’s a Xinnear on line four.” The front desk called and when I picked up there was a small voice.

“Hello?” I said rubbing the burn on my neck.

“Welcome to the pit Camilla.” A dial tone followed and I hung up.

I guess I got my exclusive. I said to myself leaning back and replaying the night in my head. Master Xin would have a lot to tell me next I saw him. After all my body now beckoned and belonged to the master and owner of the Pit of Desires.