Queen of the Night

As painful as the night had been so far, Lauren was still herself. She had managed to keep Mistress Lauren's, her own, reputation intact. And she inteded to keep it that way. If someone had told her that mask would help her in any way that night, she would have whipped them within a heartbeat. But it had served its purpose masterfully. The only damage she had suffered thus far, was to her pride. And her little backside and thighs, but her injured pride was on her mind at the moment. Nothing her little Sarah wouldn't make better later, she thought with a wicked grin.

She waddled until she reached backstage. Now she saw that she must have been there earlier, during her... confrontation with 'Mistress' Gina. A few people, mostly subs, were walking around, preparing for the final act, but she was too close to her escape to feel shy now. Among all the many different props - including the chair she got her backside tanned on earlier - she saw clothes lining on a rack. Mostly costumes for the different stage acts. But fortunately, the Dungeon hosted all sorts of gatherings beside their D/s evenings about once a month, so there were genuine clothes there. Coats she could use to get the hell out of the place.

In her concentration to open the cuffs with the key she had managed to hold onto, she didn't hear what was going on on the stage. She almost jumped out of her skin when after a few minutes of fumbling with the key, she felt someone tapping on her shoulder. When she turned, she was looking into the green eyes of Mistress Sandra again. She instinctively clenched her thighs together. But the whip she expected didn't come.

"So glad you are still here." she said with a smirk at Lauren's immediate reaction. "You've made quite an impression on your audience. They demand you to be the Queen."

Lauren looked back at the Mistress with eyes wide open with shock. "I - I don't understand. I wasn't part of the performance."

"No. But you can be, honey. Please. Think of it as a way to make your Master - whoever that may be - proud." she pleaded.

Master? Oh, crap, she thought. Sandra seemed different. She had never seen her acting like that. "I - I am no actress."

"Don't you worry. It's never too late to start." she smiled, putting a hand on Lauren's shoulder comfortingly.

"No. Thanks, but I don't want to. I got to go." she tried to decline the offer politely, seeing how Sandra approached her in such a friendly manner. That was a mistake.

"I thought you would be easier to convince," said Mistress Sandra, as she slid her hand from her shoulder to her collar "but I won't take 'no' for an answer. I'll take the lead." she said while slowly leading Lauren back towards the stage. "You just have to be the despicable, selfish, evil Queen and flaunt those little mosquito bites of yours." And take your just punishment, she added in her head grinning.

Lauren tried to resist, but it was easier said than done with her hands cuffed behind her back. There was no escaping the stronger Mistress' iron grip. And Mistress Sandra was not about to let go of someone the crowd loved so much. Her shows had never been as big of a hits as her rival's, Mistress Lauren's, but she saw tonight as a turning point. Even without knowing whom she was leading back to the stage, she had high hopes for the night.

Once Mistress Sandra appeared on stage hauling the **** 'queen', the crowd errupted in cheerful chanting. "Flattie, Flattie, Flattie!"

"We'll just call you Flattie from now on." whispered Mistress Sandra in Lauren's ear. "Flattie has graciously agreed to play the role of the evil Queen!" she addressed the audience, "Give her a round of applause!"

"No! I didn't!" Lauren argued, but the crowd was too loud to hear her.

"Flattie, Flattie, Flattie!" they kept chanting.

That was when she felt the key being snatched from her hand.

"Oh, you even brought me a gift." winked Mistress Sandra. "Makes things easier. Now don't forget to be angry at me." she said just before the crowd went quiet. Aaaand showtime.

"Damn it, you've had your fun! Let me go!" screamed Lauren, trying to wiggle out of the Mistress' hold on her collar.

"Is that so?" smirked Mistress Sandra as her plan was perfectly in motion. "I think your evil reign has ended."

"What?" That was when Lauren noticed Sandra already playing her part. "No, this is a mistake!" she turned to the crowd. "She keeps me here against my will!"

Purrrfect, licked her lips Mistress Sandra. Whoever the shapeless sub was, she should have felt honored to be part of her show. Especially when the crowd loved her so much. So what if she had '****' her into playing? Nothing she wouldn't be able to smooth over with her Master later. "Gag the Queen and prepare the rack!" she gave the order to a few helpers moving behind them. "She shall answer for all the pain and suffering she has caused to the princess!"

"No! You don't understand!" screamed Lauren. "I don't want to be part of her pl..." Then she felt a rubber ballgag in her mouth that was quickly strapped behind her head. "Mmfphhmm!"

The crowd thought that everything she had said was part of her act. She had lost. She had been outwitted by the stupid Red Hag. That was the greatest indignity. And she only had herself to blame for her naivety.

She was led to an X-shaped metal cross on the side of the stage by two big men, while others were doing the next scene at the centre. Her hands were briefly uncuffed, only to be fastened to the cross. The two men had a firm hold of her all the time - there was no escaping them. Soon, she was spread-eagled on the cross, like some cheap whore. One of the men playfully slapped her inner thigh where she had been whipped earlier, eliciting a groan from a little 'sub'. She was drooling from behind the ballgag, dripping saliva onto her chest. The other man used his fingers to spread it across her tiny titties with a smirk.

They were male subs. Little more than animals. And they were playing with her. Her! Never in her entire life had she felt so utterly naked. She made a mental note about severely punishing them some other night. She gave a sigh of relief once the two had left her. Though she was still crucified on the side of the stage, naked and in full view of the audience. For the moment, she was not the centre of attention, but she dreaded the time that would undeniably come. She had always liked to think of herself as Queen of the Night, but this time, she was literally going to be one. In an entirely different way, mind you.