Fisting Night at The Dark Side

By Dan Bruce

By day Miko Harimoto is a sweet innocent looking student – the embodiment of the submissive oriental woman. But to finance her studies, Miko has a closely guarded secret – she plays the role of dominatrix during the weekly Fisting Night at The Dark Side – London’s raunchiest BDSM club!
But there is trouble on the horizon for this beautiful flower from the Land of the Rising Sun. The show has gone lame; takings are way down, and the club owner is threatening to pull the plug on Miko’s lucrative job unless something special is introduced.
That ‘something special’ comes in the form of Miko’s flatmate, Heather. A fellow student with a pile of crushing debts, Heather is in desperate need of some cash. She also has a fabulous big shapely ass and a sex appeal she isn’t aware of. It’s a combination that Miko decides to take advantage of, and Heather is taken on a journey of discovery that will culminate in her stunning, never to be forgotten, debut at The Dark Side’s next FISTING NIGHT!

Please note: this work had been written in collaboration with Jack Brighton and may bear some resemblance to ‘Fisted at The Wild Side’ aka ‘Fisted!!!’.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Firm Hand Books
• Release date: Oct 28, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458124166

Dan Bruce

Dan Bruce is a British author who specialises in M/F BDSM erotica

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Fisting Night at The Dark Side

Book 4 in the ‘Tales from The Dark Side’ series

By Dan Bruce

Copyright Dan Bruce, 2010

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Please note: this is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

Please also note: this work had been written in collaboration with Jack Brighton and may bear some resemblance to ‘Fisted at The Wild Side’ aka ‘Fisted!!!’.

Table of Contents

Author’s Note

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Christmas at The Dark Side Extract

The Dan Bruce Collection

Her Nemesis Series Extract – Her Nemesis Master

Abuse of Power Series Extract –Revenge of the Karinovs

Other Books Extract –Sex Exchange

About the Author

Author’s Note on the ‘Tales from The Dark Side’

The Dark Side is a fictional nightclub situated in London’s Soho district, where extremely wealthy and powerful men enjoy games of sexual debauchery. The series of books which comprise the ‘Tales from The Dark Side’ is centred on the club and the people who are involved with it. All the books have an erotic theme with a strong BDSM slant.

Each book is a stand-alone work and they can be read in any order. There is a chronological sequence, however, which would make sense to follow if all the books are to be read. The sequence of books to date are:

Welcome to The Dark Side

A Taste of The Dark Side

Made for The Dark Side

Fisting Night at The Dark Side

Christmas at The Dark Side

A Walk on The Dark Side

Chapter 1

It was early December and Miko Harimoto sat quietly at the kitchen table in the modest London flat she shared with two other girls. She kept her head bowed as she ate her food, using traditional Japanese chopsticks in a graceful, unhurried manner, to transfer the tasty morsels that comprised her dinner from plate to her full-lipped mouth. With the hustle and bustle that was happening elsewhere, one might be forgiven for barely noticing her. Miko’s stature was consistent with her unobtrusive presence: a petite woman of less than a hundred pounds in weight and measuring only five-foot-two in height.

It was normal for Miko to be quiet in the flat. She was a student of human nature, as well as Business Studies at London’s Imperial College, and very much liked to observe other people. She also liked to keep quiet when the topic of money was being discussed because, unlike her two fellow student flatmates, Miko wasn’t struggling to pay the bills. The other girls assumed that this was because she had rich parents in Japan who were financing her studies abroad. Miko preferred not to disillusion them on this matter, as the truth was rather less savoury... although infinitely more interesting.

As she ate her food in her typical demure silence, Miko continued to listen to the tale of financial woe that had been unfolding for the past ten minutes, keeping her head bowed, but raising her dark almond-shaped eyes to look at the narrator with calculated interest.

I’m telling you, Lorna. Something has got to change, ranted Heather Paterson, as she violently chopped up an onion. Tears from this action were welling in the young woman’s eyes, adding a fake poignancy to her plight. The bank has refused to lend me any more money. My credit cards are at their limit and there’s no way I can pay the next round of interest charges. Christ only knows where the rent money’s coming from that’s due at the end of the month. I could end up getting thrown out onto the streets if I’m not careful, and that’s hardly the sort of present you want for Christmas. I suppose my parents would foot the bill again, but I hate to ask them for more. It’s not like they’ve got money to waste on me, like some lucky bitches parents ha...

Heather cut herself short and glanced over to Miko, hoping she hadn’t caused offence with an implication that wasn’t meant to sting. What she saw was a picture of elegant restraint – Miko continued to eat without betraying a single emotion. Heather found herself surprisingly disappointed – she would have preferred some sort of reaction. Miko intrigued her on a number of levels, and she so wished that this exquisite oriental creature would let down her guard and reveal something of her true self.

Oh dear, Heather - I didn’t realise it was that bad. Can you not get a part time job or something? asked Lorna, dragging Heather back from her thoughts to the topic in hand.

Heather turned her attention once again to her other flatmate and smiled at the concern she saw etched on Lorna’s round podgy face. It was a face that went well with her round podgy body – for unlike Miko, Lorna was not one of nature’s beauties. But she had a heart of gold and wore that heart on her sleeve which contrasted her all the more with the secretive Japanese girl.

I’ve tried, but there’s nothing around that would make much of a dent in my debts, replied Heather. Nothing that pays a decent enough wage without having to do too many hours. My grades are bad enough as it is. I can’t afford to slack off any further.

You need to find yourself a rich man! teased Lorna.

Heather let out a derisory laugh before she jokingly replied, A short-sighted one, perhaps, who likes a bit of beef on the bones. Then she joined Lorna in a burst of hilarity at the ridiculousness of the idea.

Miko listened to the exchange with interest, and having finished her meagre, yet nutritious meal, she discreetly watched as Heather busied herself preparing the dinner that both she and Lorna would share – pasta with a tomato based sauce which could be rustled up for less than a pound a head. The two English girls usually shared their food, but Miko made her own culinary arrangements – either dining out in the company of some wealthy man, which naturally never cost her a penny, or eating Japanese delicacies at home, the price of which she kept to herself for fear of causing offence.

‘Why was the idea of finding a rich man so ridiculous?’ wondered Miko. It seemed a very practical solution to Heather’s problem. And why on earth would the man need to be short-sighted? As far as Miko was concerned his vision would be irrelevant, only his generosity would matter in such an arrangement.

It was a mystery to Miko why Heather berated herself so. Unlike Lorna, who was comfortable with her plain looks and dumpy build, Heather was so self-conscious about her physique. At five-foot-eleven, Heather was taller than most women. That in itself was not a problem in this day and age – tall was desirable in a fashion obsessed city like London. But tall had to go with catwalk thin where women were concerned, and Heather was far from thin.

From under shielded eyes, Miko studied the frame before her with a distant gaze that masked her keen appraisal – an appraisal she had made on several occasions. Tall, substantial, unbelievably curvaceous - it was the antithesis of her own typical Japanese build that so many western women now aspired to. Heather’s figure was what Miko would describe as voluptuous. She had large firm double D breasts with provocatively large nipples that she happily revealed in the flat, contoured by her clothing, but were kept modestly concealed when she stepped out of doors. She had a slender waist which gently sloped into curvy hips and a full ample rounded bottom – more assets that were also made known in the flat, but were kept hidden outside under baggy clothing.

In Miko’s opinion, Heather’s was a look that came from another time. With her classic hourglass figure and shapely long legs, Miko could envisage Heather in a 1950’s Hollywood movie – Jane Russell perhaps, given her beautiful green eyes and wavy auburn hair, battling for attention with the ill-fated Marilyn in ‘Gentlemen Prefer Blondes’. Or if she were to dye her hair to the peroxide shade of the title muse of that film, she could even pull off a creditable Miss Monroe and sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to the President. It was a look that required the sort of confidence that Heather clearly lacked, and a style of clothing that most students simply couldn’t afford, or would be laughed at by their peers if they tried to emulate with second hand originals that were decades old. It was a style that made Miko ooze juice from her shaved pussy - two other aspects of her life she kept quiet about in the flat.

Well, I’m desperate enough to try anything, continued Heather. Christ, I’d even go on the game if I thought that might sort things out.

Don’t be daft, Heather, reprimanded Lorna, shocked at such an idea.

Yeah, you’re right, Heather conceded. But really! What am I going to do?

Like a good Japanese girl, Miko said nothing, keeping her opinions to herself. Instead, she bundled up the conversation and placed it away in a compartment of her mind, to be opened at another time. There were other things she needed to concern herself with now. But to Heather and her problem, Miko would most certainly return.

Chapter 2

Two hours later, the quiet and demure, Miko Harimoto - the sweet little Japanese girl that most western eyes saw as the embodiment of submissive oriental femininity, had transformed herself into her alter ego - the far from submissive dominatrix, Mistress Miko-sama. Dressed in a sort of kimono which was far from authentic in design, with tailoring to reveal rather than modestly cover, she was on a stage in The Dark Side, London’s most exclusive and debauched nightclub, taking part in a spoof production that would never hit the West End.

‘Kill Billie’ was the title, and Miko was the principal assassin in the show. But number one boss of the Yakuza, O-Ren Ishii from the parodied film, she was most certainly not. Lucy Lui, who had played that role, would have killed herself laughing if she had to witness the opening scenes, then no doubt would have called for her lawyers if she had stayed around for the concluding act.

Engaging in a mock martial arts fight, Miko had turned out well for the part. Her long black hair was tied up in fake geisha style with a few sparkling trinkets as adornment. Underneath the coiffure, her face had been painted to harshen its natural beauty: golden shadow on the lids and heavy use of mascara gave drama to her eyes; scarlet lipstick emphasised the fullness of her mouth; and a touch of rouge gave even more prominence to cheekbones that high fashion models would happily kill for. And to add a little spice, her kimono was conveniently parted to give glimpses of her small pert breasts with their dark purple aureoles and prominent nipples which were pierced and studded with silver. She had teamed up with another woman: a tall elegant blonde wearing a sexy nurse’s uniform and a white eye patch adorned with a red cross - a pastiche of Elle Driver, another of Bill’s girls in the film. Naturally they were attacking the heroine of the show, who like ‘The Bride’ in much of this now vandalised movie, was dressed in a yellow jumpsuit rather than a white bridal gown.

The overture to ‘Kill Billie’ was rapidly concluded, for the audience was not here to see some badly acted martial arts performed by three girls in fancy dress. Within a few minutes, the yellow clad bride had been overpowered and without too much of a struggle she was stripped out of her jumpsuit. Naturally, as a bride, she was wearing white underneath, and without the jumpsuit she looked very enticing. She wore a pair of white stilettos which had greatly impeded her during the fight, and white fishnet stocking with lacy trimming at the top, suspended from a naughty white corset. Like a bridal slut who was desperate for consummation, she wore no knickers or even a thong. Her full peachy ass and cleanly shaven pussy were as bare as the day she was born. Her corset was equally daring, covering her stomach and accentuating her curves, but stopping short of covering her remarkable breasts. Instead, it lifted and supported these wonders of nature so they protruded outwards like a pair of fleshy pyramids, crowned with a rosy head.

Once the bride had been wrestled to the floor and stripped to her bridal lingerie, Miko pinned her down by kneeling astride her - the slight frame of the Japanese woman being oddly sufficient to keep the obliging bride in check. She pathetically struggled as if in some magical bondage which no one was able to see, flaying and swooning like a silent-movie heroine, tied to the rail tracks and hearing the sound of the train. As the bride hammed up her performance, Miko played with the woman’s breasts, squeezing their mass and pinching the nipples, doing so with just the right amount of violence to add some genuine distress. Then much to the approval of the small audience who watched, Miko gave them a heck of smack, forcing even more authenticity into the bitter yelps of the bride.

Meanwhile the nurse had left the stage and returned a few minutes later. True to her profession she came back wheeling an examination table with a tray of equipment on the platform underneath. It was the sort of examination table that could be found in any hospital, though this one was slightly modified in design for the scene that was about to unfold. At each of the four corners were metal rings which had been bolted onto the table, and from each ring hung a short chain of sturdy metal with a shackle at the end.

Once the table had been positioned in the centre of the stage and brakes applied to prevent it from careering away - the nurse went to help Miko with the bride, whose name of course was Billie.

Billie the Bride has been a very naughty girl, Mistress Miko-sama, declared the nurse. How shall we punish her?

Like all naughty girls, she must have her bottom spanked, replied Miko in pitch perfect English, who refused to succumb to