Cassie belted out the late note of her set. Holding the microphone up to her mouth she looked to the ceiling emptying her lungs with her note. She could hear the drums hitting hard and the guitar notes thumping in her chest as she sang. She held the note until all the instruments started to settle down.

She lowered her head finishing to look out over the house to see if she could make out any of the audience. Warm lights on the stage turned the audience into shadowy shapes as she stood on the stage.

Cassie was wearing yellow tennis shoes, a short sleeved extremely low cut blouse, and a pink dress that extended 6 inches or more above her knee. She was sure the combination of a short dress and low cut top kept eyes on her for their entire set. As she was putting the microphone back on the stand she heard the applause start to kick in.

With a smile she looked out to the shadowy audience and bowed. She took a step back and waved to the crowd full of energy and adrenaline from her show. She step backwards into somebody and glanced back. It was the club owner.

He grabbed her at her bicep and led her back to the microphone grabbing it. Cassie's mind wasn't able yet to figure out what was happening and saw the owner glance back and nod. Moved beside him by her bicep she looked back to see what he was looking at. Some bouncers of the club were leading the rest of hr bandmates off the stage. Seeing them disappear into the backstage area with the bouncers she looked up at the club owner, about to speak.

"Thank you all for coming out!" he started. "Wasn't Karamel great tonight?"

The crowd cheered. Cassie saw a large bouncer step onto the stage that her eyes were on. Making a twist of her torso she saw another large bouncer come on the other side of the stage. As she turned back to look out at the darkened crowd she noticed them moving slowly toward her and the club owner.

"Isn't this young lady talented?" he continued.

More loud cheering. Cassie smiled and waved out to the audience again smiling. They were much louder cheering this time.

"We know you want her! So we spent the money so you can have her!" he said hugely happy.

Cassie heard something mechanical moving somewhere being blocked by the sounds of loud cheering. She stopped looking out at the shadowy crowd and back to the club owner. What did he say?

"Hook her up guys."

Both bouncers were then upon her. Each grabbed an arm and forcefully lifted them over her head. She was pointed squarely pointing outwards to the audience and her arms put into a stiff Y shape. The rough jolt forward sent her eyes looking into the dark audience again. She felt straps go over both wrists. With each wrist being controlled by the two hands of the bouncers both wrists got strapped to something in seconds. Her eyes darted up to her wrists.

Some kind of metal bar or beam had lowered from the ceiling that she couldn't hear over the cheering. Her wrists were bound inside straps that were attached to each of the beam. Cassie pulled down, twisted her wrists, and tried to grab something with her fingers to get loose. After all the shows she played her they seemed to have got her arm length and extension nearly perfect. Cassie's arms were out in a Y shape and at full extension. She could barely twist her body and bending her elbows brought her up on her toes causing stress in her sides, shoulders, wrists, and forearms. The most comfortable thing she could do was stand flat footed and look straight ahead.

"What the HELL is going on?" she asked turning her head to the club owner.

"If anyone is here for the other Karamel girls go backstage now." he said.

Black shapes began to move to one side of the room and make their way backstage to where she saw the bouncers take her bandmates. The club owner waited a few moments. Cassie tried to figure out why he just had his bouncers tie her to this beam. Whatever was going on wasn't anything she remembered agreeing to.

"Are we all here for Cassie?" he asked the crowd.

HUGE cheer.

Cassie swallowed. Something was very, very, VERY wrong. She looked up to her wrists testing the straps again.

"I know I have." he said. "I've been looking at those big boobs of hers for a long time now!"

Offended she sent her eyes straight to the club owner, her mouth open in shock and offense. Fucking creep! PERV!

"Who else spent all last night fantasizing about what they'd do to this?" he asked reaching his hand across her body and down in front of her.

She looked between her breasts and watched her dress pulled up revealing her panties to the crowd.

"What the fuck!" she yelled lifting a leg and crossing in front of her body to hide her underwear.

Her dress dropped back down as he got a step beside her. Cassie felt humiliated enough. If this was a joke it was time to end it. She just performed for these people! Who did he think he was talking about her boobs and showing her underwear to them?

"Get your cameras ready!" he said. "And make sure you're filming this Walkter. All of this is going up on the internet."

Cassie looked out to the audience. She figured there was probably 80-90 people out there but couldn't make out anything more than shadowy figures since the stage lights were still up.

"Bouncers, strip her."

A cold chill went through her.

Four hands grabbed her body at different places. Her dress was easily slipped off. With her dress at her ankles unforgiving hands pulled her this way and that way. A loud RIPPING sound tore through her senses as her blouse was shredded by their hands. Her panties pulled tightly against one of her hips before strength gave way and she felt them rip as well.

Cassie screamed.

She felt herself bottomless and a shredded piece of her sleeve still hanging on her shoulder when they went for her bra. With four strong hands pulling at her bra to rip it off it didn't last long. Her large breasts fell free when her bra snapped off. The piece of cloth on her shoulder was pulled off as well. They even made sure to get her shoes leaving her barefoot.

"Can we turn the lights back on please?" she barely heard the club owner say.

Light filled the venue. Cassie got her first look at everyone in the audience staring directly at her. Cassie was bound with her arms up standing squarely facing the audience and was completely naked.

"Look at those tits!" the club owner said. "Look at her cunt! This is going to be an amazing night!"

Eyes! So many eyes on her! Cassie was going to hyperventilate. So many eyes staring at her boobs. Whoever wasn't doing that she saw them looking at her crotch. People at the sides of the stage were not hiding the fact they were looking at her naked ass by leaning over.

COVER YOURSELF!!!!

Instantly she knew there was NO way to cover her breasts from their view. She lifted a leg and turned to her hips to one side as best she could. Eyes looking at her ass over there lowered to stare between her legs. She quickly turned her hips the other way to block their eyes from her womanhood and raised her other leg. This time the audience on the other side were treated to a full on view of her vagina. Cassie twisted and turned both directions lifting up her legs trying to block their view. She found out she just kept showing her vagina to knew people around the stage.

Frustrated, she conceded there was no way she could turn and nothing she could do to hide her vagina from everyone's eyes. Someone could see. Usually a couple of someone's.

She was far beyond humiliated now.

Proven unable to hide anything she defeatedly returned to the neutral position they tied her into of squarely facing the audience. Looking into the now illuminated crowd she saw every last person's eyes were either on her breasts or vagina. Cassie lowered her head to rest on her chest. There was no way she could look at all those people gawking at her nakedness.

If she didn't look away she didn't know what she would do. Her heart was racing. She couldn't handle the humiliation and was completely unable to do anything to make it end.

"At the door you all got a number. That's the order you'll come up here to have your way with Cassie..."

"OH GOD NO!!" she answered him looking at him.

"If you're not going soon please stay out here and take pictures and video. We'll use your pictures on our website, send it to news outlets since Cassie pretty famous, and post your videos to all the video sites. Ernie will upload your video tonight as well as charge your phone or whatever else you have if you don't want to wait until tomorrow to see it online."

Cassie felt life as she knew it ending one word at a time. EVERYONE was filming her or taking pictures. She'd never leave her apartment again. How could she? After tonight the world will have seen her naked.

"We've got three KO bonuses tonight. And don't worry Cassie, we've got smelling salts to make sure you're awake for your next fan. This is how you collect the KO bonus: You must knock her out by eating out her pussy, knock her out by strikes or kicks to her pussy, or knock her out by strikes or hits to her tits."

"What....?" she said not believing her ears.

"...and as usual, I get her first."

The club owner put the microphone back on its stand. He took a step around to face her. Cassie looked up at him feeling very small, vulnerable, and humiliated.

"I've been waiting for this day for months..." he smiled lustfully.