Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

You read the words written above the door, bright red and wet, in what you pray is paint. You grab Barbie's hand and squeeze it tight. "We didn't come to Club Fuck to say, 'no', stud. We're here to scream YES!" The monster's eyes seem to stare through you, unimpressed but a little amused. He opens the heavy steel door behind him and beckons you inside.

You barely can take a step before bombarded with sights and sounds and smells that make you want to crawl on all fours and beg to be bred. This club's appellation is aptly applied. Studs are pounding sluts standing in the middle of the dance floor. Sissies are led by leashes under tables where you spy them sucking shafts and slurping wet slits. Dommy Mommies are whipping the naked nubile flesh of barely legal beauties then sucking the welts until they spasm and squirt. If this is all happening on the open floor, you wonder what kind of kinks they get up to in the back.

You lead Barbie to the bar, where sissies and sluts alike are lined up eager to be bought a drink and bent over...and you're pretty sure they will be willing to skip the drink. You feel their glares cutting into you, seeing the new gurls as competition. You see bracelets dangling off their wrists, some on their ankles, and some on their belts all advertising their rank in the form of a digital number. You don't see anything higher than a four, and so you surmise these bitches have been around the block once or twice. A tiny Two finally notices that you have no number at all, and feeling froggy, hops over and hollers to be heard over the booming base, "HEY! YOU TWO NO RANKS ARE GONNA EAT MY PUSSY AND MY ASS WHILE I WAIT FOR A REAL MAN!"

It wasn't a question, and looking at the chubby but cherubic blonde stuffed and spilling out of a tight black dress has you already sinking to your knees and kissing your way from her feet and up her shapely legs. You look up submissively as she snorts down at you with her cute little upturned nose. You'll have to ask Barbie later if she has a little piggy tail back there, but she's already nose deep in the slut's ample ass and not taking questions. You feel the pleasingly plump princess grip your hair and yank you towards her fat pussy, and you take the hint and dive right in.

You do your best to cover every inch of her lips with your hungry tongue and slide it inside to french kiss her cunt. You try your best, feeling out spots that make her buck her hips against your face, but apparently you are taking too long. "FUCK! YOU TWO ARE THE MOST INEPT SISSIES I'VE EVER MET! JUST STICK OUT YOUR TONGUES AND LET ME TAKE OVER!" You obey immediately and soon your mouthy mistress is using your hair as a hurty handle and your face as a fuck toy to slam both you and Barbie face first into her holes over and over with no concern for your comfort or dignity...and you love it.

There is something so hot and humilicious about being insulted and injured all for the sick amusement of some stacked stranger. You know she probably will be bent over and buttfucked within minutes of bullying you, but that only adds you your ashamed arousal. You find yourself humping her cushiony calves until she kicks your balls and calls out, "BAD SLUT! I GET TO CUM! YOU GET TO EEEEEEEEEEEEAT IT!" The curvy cruel cunt climaxes, coating your face in gushes of sticky spray and keeps slamming your tongue inside her and bucking back and forth between you and Barbie.

"NOT BAD FOR NEWBIES. HERE'S MY TAG!" she dries her creamy cunt on your face and hair and hands you a metal tag like you would find on a pet. It has her phone number and what you hope is an alias, 'MISStress Piggy'. It looks like it's been a looooong time since she was a domme, but maybe later you can help her relive old times. In the meantime, Barbie is helping kiss you clean and soon enough you are ready to hit the dance floor.

You know a great way to get stud's attention is for two girls to grind on the middle of the dancefloor, but it looks like everyone else already beat you to that. Not to mention studs sucking face with even burlier brutes, girls bending over bois and pegging them, and every other combination and kink you can imagine...plus way more that you never imagined. Barbie looks uncertain, used to being picked last...or second to last if you were in the running, but you pull her in close and whisper loudly. "Don't worry, Barbie! We've got something they don't! Inexperience!"

Before she can point out that is a bad thing, you have your tongue down her throat, your hand up her leather skirt, and your red rubber dress sliding against her cute corset and bawdy body stocking. It's amateurish and embarrassing to see, two closet cases on their first night out and, while not exactly proud, definitely flaunting it. The more mature couples give you room so the sink of your flop sweat and the desperation dripping off of you doesn't get on them. But experience also leads to diminished returns and a higher quality of performance expected in a partner. What you two are advertising is an easy and extremely appreciative lay, and it's not long before you find some takers.

"OH FUCK! NO RANKS! THIS IS MY LUCKY DAY!" A small but sinewy twink wearing only a leather codpiece and a lot of oil slips behind Barbie and begins adjusting his outfit to slide his cock into her sissy cunt. You only have a second to bite her lips jealously before you see a hairy, hulking arm reach around to pull you back onto the prodding prick of a burly bear. He wordlessly works his fat cock inside you, his big belly pushing you down so you are bent over and face to face with Barbie as she is pounded by the pent up pixie boi. You stretch you tongues to tickle each others tips, and soon enough a third 'stud' a number five with a cock that's closer to a four plopped unceremoniously between your tongues so you can give it a tongue bath while you get your prostates pounded.

You are so close to another toe curling, mind melting climax, you can taste it in the back of your throat...sweet and musky...and..."NNGHHH!" the three cocks cum consecutively, flooding your cunts and plastering your faces before retreating timidly. Barbie looks as forlorn as you feel. You expected to find the Big Bad Wolf tonight and to end up knotted and eaten up, and instead you've ended up with the scraps. It's got you so needy and thirsty that you are ready to do something crazy.

You spy a dimly lit hallway with a red glow in the far corner of the club with that has caution tape broken and hanging limp on the floor. It looks creepy even in the context of this over the top orgy. You look at Barbie's disappointed, dripping face and wonder if it will be worth the risk to explore the darkest depths to search for the real game. It seems safe enough out here, and you already see more shy submissives trying to work up the nerve to top you. Maybe you can make up in quantity what you are missing in quality...