Loading...She ran down the stairs and out into the sunshine. He was waiting for her in the car but he just smiled. It was a little test just to reassure her that he truly loved her, which was testified to by his patience. She felt so lucky. He was good looking and was very caring and considerate. She felt he was a good catch. He had his own business, a small restaurant in a good location and it was doing well, and he seemed ready to settle down with her.
She wanted to look good for him and that was why she was late. She wore a light blue knitted short sleeve top that ended above her navel, under which was a push up bra so her tits would stand out appealingly. They were a bit small, but with the push ups they looked three times larger. She wore a short dark blue skirt with a white belt and white sandals with heels. The outfit was complemented with a white handbag. In all it had cost her quite a bit, but he was worth it.
“Sorry. Lets get going.”
He never seemed to mind and as they drove off he was talking to her of his plans for the business. Things had been going well, and now that he had found somebody good looking, great in bed and supportive he wanted to sort out his debts and start their new life together. He explained to her about the money he had borrowed from Max to set up the restaurant. He had known that Max was overcharging him interest, but he had little choice and knew that if he worked hard the business would take off. Well it certainly was taking off, but he never seemed to be able to shake off the debt he owed Max and the interest payments were crippling him. Now he wanted to buy a little house for the two of them nearby instead of living over the restaurant and so he had to settle the bill with Max.
As they drove she looked at him and her eyes radiated happiness. He looked at her and the way the wind caught her hair as they sped along. God she was beautiful. She leaned over and kissed him and drove her tongue deep into his throat. He almost choked and the car swerved by this sudden onslaught. She pulled away and laughed and he laughed too. She reached down and started to unbutton his trousers. He felt her hand search inside and pull out his sleeping member. The wind felt cold on it as she drew it out and stroked it. It did not take long to respond and soon became stiff in anticipation. She leant down and took it in her mouth. She sucked on it, swallowing most of him, and he felt his shaft lubricated as her lips slid up and down it in a slow rhythm. He was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate as her ministrations continued. She removed her mouth and continued with her hand to jack him off as she studied his face. She was quite something and when he ejaculated she leaned down once again and licked him off and put him away.
They continued the drive and she decided to raise her skirt and tuck it into the waistband. Then spreading her legs she revealed to him her white panties encasing her mound peeking out below the ruffle of her upturned skirt. He loved the way she teased him and seemed able to keep him totally aroused even without touching him. He could not wait until they were back home and he could stop her teasing and satisfy himself with her lustful body.
They arrived. Max ran an exclusive nightclub with a high membership fee. There were many rumours about what went on inside, and it had a reputation for being a sex den, but few locals could afford the fee, so it was all rumour. Matthew had been saving each month and now planned to use this money as a stake in a card game. He knew that Max loved to gamble and had met and talked with a number of people who had managed to free themselves of debts owed to Max through playing cards. Matthew had been preparing a long time for this day and was confident in his ability and now that he had his stake today was going to be the day. He had been learning from a pro, a good friend and customer at the restaurant, and he had all his tricks well prepared. He did not want to leave anything to chance. He felt confident that he would be able to wipe out his debt and he and Lois would be free to start their life together.
As soon as he had parked and before he could reach down to that inviting pussy that had been so spread before him, Lois jumped quickly out of the car and straightened her skirt. She had a warm grin across her face and said simply:
“When we get back home, big boy.”
As they walked he had to admire the way she looked. He loved the shape of her bottom and the teasing way her skirt covered it but the sway of the material as she moved enhanced the nakedness of her inner thighs as they disappeared, climbing up underneath the material. They were ushered through a side door and climbed a staircase. She was in front and he enjoyed the look of her long legs climbing each step in front of him, the clacking sound of her heels on the wood and the smell of her scent. She was so beautiful that he sometimes found it hard to believe she was his.
There seemed to be many people at the nightclub already even though the evening was still young. They could hear the noise of chatter as they climbed to the upstairs room where Max waited for them. The room was filled with large round card tables and a small bar in the corner. Max seemed pleased to see them. He was smiling and welcomed them in. He chatted about the restaurant and was pleased to hear that business was good. This was the first time she had met Max, and she thought him charming and he seemed very appreciative of her good looks. Yet he was not pushy. She felt he was quite genuine about wanting to help them although he clearly enjoyed gambling and pretty women. He talked to them, just small talk about the nightclub and stuff. He said that he had been looking forward to the evening and a good clean game of cards. Maybe Matt would be able to repay his debt tonight.
There were two other players at the table and once Max had fixed drinks for everybody they sat down to play. She sat next to her lover and watched, but didn’t really understand the game. She looped her arm through his and leaned against his shoulder. The game seemed to be going well as the pile of money in front of Matthew grew. Lois started to feel bored and moved off towards the bar to fix herself another drink. She chatted with the barman as the game progressed. She enjoyed flirting and couldn’t help but notice the way he stared at her legs as she sat on the bar stool. She crossed her legs so that her skirt would reveal a bit more of her thigh. She swung one leg on top of the other to accentuate the length of her legs and stroked her hand through her long straight golden hair. She knew how to tease a man by these innocent rituals and she enjoyed the attention she got as a result. She asked the barman if he was married or had a girlfriend. He was non-committal and she knew straight away that this meant there was someone but he didn’t want to ruin his chances were she to offer anything. She loved that sense of power that men were willing to throw away so much for the chance to fuck her. Not that she was offering him anything more than a good look. She leant forward against the bar to give him a good view of her breasts encased in the thin protective layer of her top, but thrust forward for his attention by her bra. As he leant forward to talk more with her he looked down the curve of her abdomen, so smooth and so feminine. He looked at her navel and the soft lines of her body slide down beneath the waistband of her skirt. He could feel the soft tingle of her hair as their heads moved closer together and could not tear his mind away from images of fucking her across the bar top and seeing his fingers running uninhibited over that flesh. His hand brushed past hers as he reached across for some peanuts. She knew then that her game had come to an end. If she carried it any further she would have to fight back his advances, and she didn’t want another man, she had Matt.
She sat back and turned towards the card game. She became aware that things had not gone so well and heard Max talking with her lover.
“For a time there you seemed to be going great, and even towards the end your luck looked like it was going to return. But I guess in the end it just didn’t quite make it. That’s too bad.”
Max offered him another drink for consolation. Her lover looked very distraught. It was not meant to end this way. Everything had been going so well and even when he started to lose money there was always that feeling that the cards would change again at any moment. He had now lost his stake and still owed the money on his restaurant. How would they ever be able to buy that house and start their lives? Other people had managed to rid themselves of their debt with Max, how could it have all gone so wrong for him? He had learned all the tricks and prepared for months for this day.
Max and her lover walked over to the bar where she was sitting. Max smiled at her:
“I hope you weren’t too bored while the game was going on, but I expect Dave here has been entertaining you.” He looked towards the barman and while his face still smiled, his thoughts were inscrutable.
“You know Matt, you have a very lovely woman here. You know they say that if you are unlucky in cards then you are lucky in love. What do you say?”
Matthew gulped down his drink and took another. He seemed disconsolate and not prepared to make small talk. Max turned to her:
“I think he has taken it rather hard. I can see how important it was for him to rid himself of this debt. Perhaps the two of you should have some time together. I’ll chat here with Dave and see whether there isn’t something we can do.”
As she moved off with Matthew she put her arms around his shoulders. He seemed very upset. She kept telling him that money didn’t matter and that they still had each other. They would find a way to eliminate the debt. Maybe not now, but in a few years time.
“You don’t understand. While we owe him this money then all our hard work just goes to paying Max. What about our future? What about our home? Don’t we deserve a life? I worked so hard on that restaurant and I want to reap the benefit of its success, not pay it to someone else.”
There seemed little she could say to appease him. Max came over and joined them.
“You know, Matthew, it is a shame to see you lose everything. I enjoyed the game and you play very well. I have a suggestion to make. Come over here.”
They moved off and Lois watched them talking. She hoped that Max had some way of making Matthew feel better. She didn’t know how she was going to be able to console him.
Max told Matthew again how attractive his wife was and that maybe they could see their way to some innocent fun and provide Matt a chance to regain his stake. He suggested to Matthew that they play another game. This time the rules would be different. Max would place his stake at each hand and Matthew would play for free. If Matthew won the hand he would keep the stake and so recover his loses. If, however, Matthew lost then he would still keep the stake but agree to remove an item of clothing from his wife. Matthew started to get angry and refused point blank.
“Look Matthew, it makes sense. You don’t have anything else to play with. This way I will pay $1000 per hand. Now none of your wife’s clothes are worth that much and $1000 per item will give you the chance to leave here better off than before. I promise no one is going to lay a finger on your wife. But we will get a great deal of pleasure at watching her being stripped by her lover and it will make for a fantastic game. Come on Matthew, there is nothing to be lost and we will all end the day feeling that much better.”
Matthew hesitated. The offer was very tempting. He could win back his money, maybe more, and although Lois may lose a bit of dignity, she may find it exciting. She certainly had seemed very bored while they were playing, and he knew how sexy she was feeling during their drive over.
“No one’s going to touch her, right? Its just looking. Is that clear?”
“Sure thing Matthew. No one’s going to touch her except you unless you tell me otherwise. OK?”
Matthew had to try and explain this to Lois. He approached her and she looked at him quizzically. She could see he was feeling a bit better after that shouting. What had they been talking about, she wondered.
“I managed to get us a real chance of getting our money back. It’s not going to be easy on either of us but we must take this opportunity. I got Max to agree to play at $1000 per hand, and we keep the money win or lose. If we lose, however, you just have to remove an item of clothing.”
She backed away from him shaking her head. She could hardly believe what she was hearing.
“I promise you that nothing is going to happen to you. I am going to be here and I’ve made it clear that they can look but not touch.”
“I can’t do this. I don’t know any of these people. You want me to strip in front of strangers?”
He laughed and put a hand on her shoulder.
“These guys run a brothel out there. They see plenty of naked women. It is actually a complement to you that they find you sufficiently good looking to pay so much to see you. I know this is not easy for you. It is not easy for me to watch you, but worst case is I lose every game and we still walk out of here with $5000. If we win half the games it is double that. After this evening we can blot it out of our minds and still have the money in the bank. Look at it that way.”
She hesitated. She could see the logic of what he said. It would not be good, but they could get their money back and hopefully more, and Matt was looking so much more hopeful than a few moments ago. It was a sacrifice she could make for him and make him feel so much better. He promised her again and again that he would be there and make sure nothing happened to her. Reluctantly she agreed after another stiff drink.
The game continued and Matthew started to do well. He already had $3000 and she still had all her clothes on. Maybe they could win back all their money without her losing any clothing. The next game he lost, however. Max asked for her sweater. She grabbed the hem with both hands and found that they had started to shake.
“No. Matt has to remove it.”
She stared blankly at him. Why did Matthew have to do it. She didn’t understand. Her lover got up and approached her. He smiled at her but looked troubled. She just stared at him too. Her mind seemed frozen, unable to respond to the circumstances she found herself in. Matt smoothed the material running his hands down her sides, as if he was sizing up the task. He turned.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”
“Look Matt, I’ve just paid you $4000. Are you going to pay me this money just to get out of taking your wife’s top off? I didn’t give you this money for free. I won the game now give me her top.”
Matthew turned back to his wife. He felt the guilt as he slipped his arms around her waist. She raised her arms as he lifted the material sliding it gently up her body. Her naked torso emerged and he could feel her nakedness so close to him. He found he was becoming erect. Her softness, her acquiescence and her nakedness so close to him and yet so public were exciting him. He wanted to make love to her then and there in front of everybody and he felt his guilt rise at these thoughts that flooded into him uncalled for.
She stood there watching Matthew looking at him holding her top. She felt a tension in the room as these men were able to make demands that she and her husband had to fulfil. She felt that she was an offering that was being made. She turned and saw that everyone’s eyes were upon her. Somehow it made her feel good. All this time she had been totally irrelevant here sitting at the bar in the corner ignored by everyone intent on the game. Now the game came second place, and she was the centre of attention. She felt flattered by their attention and satisfied that she had taken over centre stage. Dave had come over from the bar and sat at the table to watch the show. She sat down again next to Matthew. As they dealt the next hand she felt a tingle of fear. She looked at the backs of the playing cards as they were being dealt and wondered what fate had for her beneath their uniform pattern. Matthew lost the next game too and Max wanted her bra. Matthew went round behind her as she stood up. She stared Max in the face as she felt her lover’s hands on her back. As he struggled with the hooks she felt violated by these people. The sense of having to acquiesce to their demands infuriated her. Why was she not struggling? Why had she agreed to this? It was one thing for a man to rape a woman and take what he wanted, what he needed from her. But this standing and letting them take their time, fumble over her fastenings, leaving her waiting and having to confront her acceptance to slowly revealing her flesh for their scrutiny, their interest. This was not making love, nor was it rape. It was a much deeper humiliation, a psychological degradation.
Max complemented her on her breasts as the cups of her bra slid over the tops of them. Her nipples were already erect and she had large nipples that stuck out very obviously. Max loved that sense of power that allowed him to just sit and play cards and at a word ask a man to remove his wife’s bra and they would dutifully enact the scene in front of him, forced against their judgement to do his bidding. He looked at the soft white flesh of her rounded tits jutting out so appealingly and became more aware of his own clothing. Suddenly her nakedness had given his clothes a greater significance. They were a symbol of his importance, his status as superior to hers. She felt the coldness of the room on her tits and felt their pain and sensitivity as they were left exposed for his inspection. It must now be obvious to everybody how aroused she was by her enforced exhibitionism. She resented her body for that. She wanted to fight and be angry, not aroused. She was not just a sex toy to be exhibited; yet her body was taking so much pleasure from this situation and it was publicly betraying her.
The next hand Matthew won and to her own amazement, she felt a slight pang of disappointment. It was strange how she could feel so fearful of losing and having her clothing removed, but once she had started then it became easier to remove more items. Now that she had allowed them to see her naked tits, then showing them the rest of her body was somehow easier. She had a good figure and was pleased to see it so appreciated. She could see in their eyes how they appreciated her. It seemed it was just the idea of being stripped that repelled her and having overcome the shame of it then she started to become used to the idea. She had become part of the game and found her interest in the turn of the cards become as intense as theirs. Sooner or later she would be forced to reveal more and more of her body and everyone had now come to accept the fact. It was now easier to do. She could not help but feel the erotic atmosphere that had started to pervade the room after she removed her bra. It had been a white lace bra, and her lover’s removal of it and his handing it over to that stranger had been a kind of deflowering of innocence. Yet she certainly wasn’t an innocent and she knew only too well the feelings of excitement that stirred in her groin as she sat and watched her fate on the card table.
When Matthew lost again he removed her skirt. As she stood there with Matthew kneeling in front of her, she raised her arms above her head and leaned slightly backwards. This made her breasts jut out more and emphasised her slimness. As Matt handed over her skirt she felt her cheeks burn. Everyone stared at her white knickers and saw the stain on them from her excitement. If they hadn’t realised before then, they certainly could not miss her arousal now. If only she hadn’t worn white maybe it would have been less obvious. She sat quickly down. Max, however, asked her very charmingly if she could bring him a drink from the bar. She looked at her lover, she didn’t want to have to get up. Matthew, however, just nodded and she had to go. She felt the eyes of all these men on her ass covered in the thin white material stretched tight across her cheeks. When she turned to return they all watched the white little triangle between her legs and the shadow of her dark pubic mound compressed and caressed against the white material. Max thanked her as she stood next to him offering him his drink. Her pubis was just inches away from his face and he caught the musky smell of her arousal. He took his time to accept the drink and looked long and hard at her mound encased in her panties right next to his face. She stood motionless, ready for inspection. Transfixed by his stare as if it made her immobile. She could not move unless he allowed her. At last she was back at her seat and the game could resume.
By the time she had lost the rest of her clothes Matthew had accumulated $11000, a pretty good profit for his wife’s clothes. He had felt extremely uncomfortable watching these men ogling her nakedness and perhaps also felt a little less sure of himself seeing how his wife seemed to be aroused by the situation. Still he had won and they could go home feeling there was a chance to fight another day. He packed up his money and said
“I want to thank you Max. That was very sporting of you to give me the opportunity to win back my money. I even made some profit.”
“The pleasure was all ours. You have a beautiful wife Matt. Are you planning on finishing there?”
“Yes I think we will get out while we are on top. Give Lois her clothes back and we will be off.”
“I’m sorry Matt. I’m not quite with you. I have bought those clothes. She can’t have them back now.”
Matthew just stopped and looked at Max. Suddenly he realised that this game had not been about just watching a strip show where the stripper goes off stage and collects her clothes again afterwards. He had actually sold them and his wife was now behind him naked in a room full of strangers and he had nothing to give her to wear. As these thoughts ran quickly through his mind, Max turned and said
“Here let me show you something.”
Max took them into the next room where they could look out over the nightclub through a one way mirror. It was busy and there were many drunken men there. Between the tables passed girls who were naked apart from a silver clasp that grasped them between their legs. The clasp gripped their flesh so that they looked like Greek goddesses with their jewellery placed over the very essence of their womanhood. The men were very free with the women – kissing them and groping them as they passed. Some of them were laid out across a table and being fucked while nearby a nightclub employee counted cash and waited at a discrete distance. It was true what all the rumours had said about the nightclub being a brothel.
“I’m afraid that if you are to leave then you will have to go out through the front door this time. It will mean having to pass through here.”
“I can’t go through there without any clothes on!”
They both stared down at the room and realised that a naked woman crossing that room would certainly suffer the attentions of many of the clients long before she could reach the far end. Matthew looked at Max.
“What’s wrong with the back door?” Max just gave a small shrug. “I’m sorry Matt.”
They looked at each other and then down into the nightclub once again. They were both doing the calculations. Could they get through to the safety of their car and get home? It was clearly impossible. Lois would definitely be raped and there were too many of them for Matthew to protect her. It was out of the question. Matthew thought about leaving by himself to go and get her some clothes, but then considered what might happen if he should drive off and leave his wife alone and naked in a place like this. That seemed out of the question too. He looked angrily at Max.
“OK. Take your money back and give us her clothes back.”
“I’m sorry Matt, those clothes are not for sale. I bought them fair and square and now I want to keep them.”
“But we can’t go through there!”
Max looked at them thoughtfully. He considered his next move and waited for the right moment. He left them to contemplate their position a little longer while he fixed another drink. Matthew and Lois followed him into the next room shouting and begging him to let them out through the back door. Max decided they were ready for the next step.
“I see your predicament, believe me. But that was a fair game and you made quite a profit out of it. I really think you should accept the consequences. Still Lois is a nice girl and I would like you to consider the following offer. You need to be free of your debt and I need girls to work in the nightclub. Lois would make a good hostess. She has the figure and Dave tells me she knows how to tease a guy. That’s just the kind of material we are looking for. Now it is entirely up to you and you can leave right now if you want, but I wish to propose you the following game. If I win then you Matthew will place this speculum on your wife here in front of us. This is what our girls wear. We then play a second game and if you lose that too then she serves here tonight. If you win either game, Matthew, then we renounce the debt on your restaurant. If you win the first game you can take your wife and her clothes and go home. It is your choice.”
They both stared in a state of some shock as they looked at the silver speculum he held in his hand. It was large and as well as stretching her open would attract attention from far. It looked grotesquely gothic. Matthew’s thoughts whirled. They could not leave without her clothes, yet to win her clothes back they had to gamble so much more. He could not stand the idea of his Lois wearing that sadistic contraption, yet how could he take her naked through a room full of drunken men using and abusing any woman within reach. Lois had just gone cold as she looked at the contraption. She could not think about anything but just stared in morbid fascination. Matthew turned to her and whispered
“We have no choice. We have to do this. My God we better win that first game and all this nightmare will be behind us.” Through his horror he could not stop thinking of the chance he now had to clear his debt. The very goal he had set out to achieve. If only they win this one important game then everything would be all right. He lost.
Max gave him the speculum. It was a silver affair, very ornate with an intricate design. He looked at it and he looked up at his wife. She was starting to shake and he felt so helpless to protect her. He approached her slowly with a look of sorrow on his face. She backed away from him. Suddenly she was scared of her lover rather than these men. They stood around a silent menace, but it was him, her lover whom she had trusted and come to this place feeling he would protect her. It was he who now approached her naked body and he who would insert this foul thing into her. She pictured herself being opened by him in front of all these strangers. She felt the betrayal, and she felt her dampness between her legs appalled at her own excitement as much as what was being demanded of her. She realised that it was no longer just these strangers who were placing these unforgivable demands upon her, but that it was now her lover too. It was as if they were just there as silent witnesses to a private sacrifice.
Her lover asked her to get up on the table. She felt the presence of the two large men behind her and knew she had no means of escape. She was confronted by the expectations of all these people. The air seemed to tingle with the sexuality of the moment and she knew she could do nothing but comply. If she struggled she may be hurt, but she would not escape this torment. Did she delay because she could not face what was about to happen? Or did she delay to savour this charged atmosphere that seemed to electrify her body in repulsion and desire?
She felt the material on the tabletop against her bottom and the hardness of the wood beneath against her neck. She flexed her knees opening herself to the world freely and on her own. How could she cope with the shame? She could feel his hands between her thighs and felt the coldness of the metal as he pressed it to her. She felt its slow insertion. She realised that he hadn’t lubricated it at all. She realised that he hadn’t needed to. She felt her face burn with the humiliation that her arousal was being forced step by slow step into more obvious demonstration for everyone. She felt her opening pull under tension and knew she was being spread garishly open. She no longer had any power to deny herself. It had been forced from her by steel and the expectant eyes around her. She lay there as they pulled her legs down and tied each to a leg of the table, trying to imagine she was in a doctor’s surgery undergoing a routine examination. Yet the crowd of people about her and the sexual chemistry in the room denied her even this escape. She could just lie there and picture herself as if she was a fly on the wall watching herself and willing herself to be spread rudely wide on a gaming table, with her labia drawn brutally wide and being inspected by a crowd of unknown men. The contraption had a front plate that fitted over her mound and had five ornate silver fingers that dug into her flesh just above her mound. At the back were two strong prongs that dug into the flesh of her buttocks just above where her thighs joined.
She felt them approach her and stare into her love channel. She felt the coldness of the air on her slick channel and she felt their interested gaze penetrate her and their thoughts fuck her. Some hard and demanding, others like caresses. Was it their imagination that fucked her or her own? Did it matter, she felt like a cheap whore there to be used. She was no longer a person at the gaming table but just a fuck hole that anyone could approach and nothing could be denied.
Max approached. “She looks much better from this angle.” He reached down and inserted a finger almost abusively without passion. He pressed her G spot and with casual interest watched her arch her back to try and press her cervix down onto his hand.
“Yes she is good merchandise. Time for the next game.”
Matthew felt sick and powerless. What had he done? The men moved off and sat around the card table. She was there a player at the table yet it was her open and dripping cunt that played at the table. No one cared about her. No one looked at her face. This was about control of her cunt and one thing seemed certain that whoever one this game, she would never have control of her cunt again. She lay back and closed her eyes trying to escape her predicament, but found she was prey to her own imagination when no other stimulus was available. She could picture herself spread before them as they played cards. She could see their stares as every so often they would turn and fuck her with their thoughts. She could see herself naked and tied, open and available and she longed for someone to literally fuck her. She longed to feel her entrance concealed, covered by a thick dick demanding entrance. She longed for that feeling of normality to desire and have a man fill her and urgently probe her. To demand and take her and empty himself in her. She felt it would be an absolution. Anything rather than this lying there available, open, ready and waiting yet spurned. It was as if she was demanding them to fuck her and they were having to think about it. It was not her in control. She had put everything literally on the table and they were examining what she had to offer and considering her proposal. Merchandise – that was the word he had used, and they would decide if and when they fucked her. It was out of her hands now. She was just there available.
The second game was lost and Max approached. He showed her a small penis-like silver bullet and explained to her that it had a screw thread at its base that fitted the speculum. She would feel it rotate as they screwed it in place and she would feel the slow penetration of it as it moved up her channel. She would beg for it to go further, but it was short and when fully in place would rest lightly against her G spot. As she walked about she would feel it tap against that knot of nerves and she would be kept aroused by it, but because it did not penetrate her fully, she would not reach an orgasm. She was to be left in a fever pitch of arousal. This way she would try and attract the attentions of the people in the nightclub to satisfy her own hunger as much as theirs. He took great delight in showing her the small D ring on the end and explaining how he had devised this himself. There were two small chains on the speculum that would be threaded through this ring and padlocked in place. He showed her the small padlock – also silver, also ornate with the same intricate pattern. It was explained to her that she would not be able to close her legs with this contraption on, and that as she walked about the padlock would hang most obviously in the base of her little triangle to which anyone’s attention would be immediately drawn by the ornate metal that encased it. The metal not only would force itself within her and excite her unremittingly, but would also draw everyone’s attention to this fact. She would find and get used to the fact that people at the club she approached would not look at her face as she would normally expect. Their eyes would be drawn to this contraption and they would stare at her padlocked cunt as they spoke to her. Thus would she come to realise that she was not a person with any ideas or thoughts that would be of concern to anyone else. Her one function would be to serve the customers with her cunt and she would be there, always aroused and ready for anyone who would purchase her key to unlock the tormenting penis within her so that they might introduce themselves into her. Once they were finished one of the men would come over and take the key and reinsert this penis and lock it back in place. She would then resume her duties of serving customers at the club. If any of them reached out to fondle her breasts she was to stop and turn to them so that they might continue and she was always to smile and accept whatever foul things they may say to her. This would arouse them more and make them more likely to purchase her key.
As these things were being explained to her, a seamstress had entered and was fitting a corset about her waist. It was quite narrow of a black shear material. It was strongly whaleboned and the boning dug into her flesh as she tightened it. Lois was made to lean over the table and her hands gripped the edges of the table as she felt the intolerable pressure push the air out of her lungs. When she got up she was taken over to a tall mirror where she could look at herself. The first thing she noticed was how her body in the corset was made to taper more towards her groin and her wide hips and narrowing legs accentuated the region of her groin. There she could she the silver work like a hand dug into her and the shine and ornate character of the metal made it the focal point. She found that she herself was staring at her cunt rather than her own face. She felt herself pried open. She felt the metal digit sunk into her as her legs were forced apart. The metal was not very big and its smallness accentuated the end of her body and her wide triangle at the base of her torso. She could see very visibly how the prongs sank into her flesh and she felt the tightness of the grip as it held her flesh at the front and around her buttocks at the back. She felt it was like an alien that had impaled itself onto her cunt and could not be dislodged. She tried to contract her opening but found the steel of the speculum irresistible and she became aware of the penis object that knocked against her as she walked. It was true that she was very aroused and she cursed herself for that. She was already falling into the mindset that her arousal was no longer her affair but someone else would dictate it. She had a look of resignation on her face.
The corset was stiff and her waist was greatly reduced. She admired her figure as she saw how her breasts were pushed up and their availability was accentuated by the whiteness of her naked flesh in contrast to the black material that encased her waist. Even that material was not a protection, as it was drawn so tight over her that it was like a second skin. It was as if she were naked, but her flesh had been transformed into this black unforgiving material. At the top of the corset between her breasts was a small silver ring which made a perfect O that stood out in contrast with the black background. It seemed to signify to her mind her open cunt and was a reminder of her availability to anyone who looked on her. The base of the corset came to a point above her navel forming a narrow V, pointing the way down her abdomen. This V was also encased in a silver trim so that this arrow’s significance could not be missed.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her lover’s voice. He was quarrelling and shouting and demanding they release her. She just listened impassively. Somehow putting this contraption on her had taken from her her own willpower and she listened as others decided her fate. Max was talking. She had yet to wear a collar and wrist bracelets. He held them in his hand. Three round rings of silver, about a quarter of an inch wide. In contrast to the objects she wore, these were smooth and undecorated. At one point in the ring the silver had been bent to form flat plates. To put the rings around her neck and wrists they would need to be forced apart at these plates and the lack of give in the metal would make it difficult and a little painful to put on, especially around the neck. Once on, however, he showed her lover what looked like a large pair of pliers. There was a lead connected to them and Max was explaining that these would be used to weld the two plates together. They would provide a localised high temperature that would melt the metal, but she would not be harmed by it. She would feel the proximity of the heat, but it would not mark her. Once done, however, it would not be possible to remove the rings. They would signify the club’s ownership of her. They did not have to go through with this. Matt could leave now and collect Lois at the end of the night when the club closed, “Alternatively, we could play one last game. If I win this game then I keep the girl and we place the rings on her. If you win, however, then you can choose to take her back with you and we remove everything and give her back her clothes. What do you say?” This seemed to calm her lover down . Once again in order to regain normality he had to risk something still worse.
As they played she was told to go off and fix drinks for everyone. She felt totally superfluous. They were playing for her and it was her future at stake, yet she had to trust in her lover. She knew nothing of this game. As she moved about the room she felt the inner pounding of her G spot and she quaked silently inside wishing she could squeeze her legs together. Wishing she could insert her own fingers and make herself cum. She now desperately needed to cum, and this inability to satisfy herself reminded her constantly that she was now someone else’s property. Her mind seemed numb at the idea as if she could not take it in, but although the idea in her head terrified her, her constant arousal made it all seem less bad. She served the drinks and Max told her to lie face down on the other card table so she could look at the floor over the far edge of the table. She once again complied and spread herself so that everyone playing at the table could see the padlocked chains that held the penis that had been screwed into her. It lay passively resting against her G spot and she found she could not think of anything except her arousal and her inability to satisfy herself. She hoped the game would end soon. She secretly hoped her lover would lose as she fantasised about all those members of the club who could buy her. She was to be constantly available to any of them and at this precise moment she wanted all of them, one after the other. She could not imagine ever feeling satisfied of her sexual lust.
Her lover came over and knelt beside her head. “Its OK”, he whispered. “I won. We can go home.” She felt a wave of disappointment as the fear within her subsided. She had been through such a roller-coaster of fear and excitement. She had really liked the way she looked and her cunt at the mercy of this silver hand buried so deep within her was an image that would haunt her for the rest of her life. She could not imagine going back to a normal relationship again. She had experienced something of the dark passions that ran deep within her. They had been let free by this fantastical evening and she doubted that she ever wanted to exchange this for normality again. As she lay there she heard voices. Max was talking with her lover.
“You are free to take her, but if you give her over to us then we will accept that as payment of your debt. You will be financially free. If you take her back with you then the debt still stands.”
She felt the tingle of fear race up her spine and suddenly overthrew all her previous thoughts as she realised she was not yet safe. She hung in the balance unable to breathe, unable to contemplate that her lover should even stop for a moment to consider this deal. She wanted to get up and tell him what to say, but at that moment a hand came down on the small of her back and the pressure held her on the table. She could not see the men as they talked next to her cunt and she felt the cold sweat on her brow.
“Can we see her with the rings on her neck and wrists before I decide?” her lover was saying.
Her arms were drawn round behind her back and she felt the metal press against each wrist. It was not too hard to slip them over her small wrists and they felt a little heavy when they released her arms. Then she saw the neck ring placed in front of her. As she looked over the edge of the table she saw its cold shininess. She saw the hands pull it apart and the jaws between the plates open before her. She saw it being drawn towards her. Although it was just a narrow ring, it seemed to her to be a prison that she was being guided into. She somehow knew that once this was around her neck there was no going back. She would be sealed in a web of sexual slavery. If not physically made to serve, then forever mentally. She would never be her own person again. If her lover released her after this she would need desperately to find a master ruthless enough to make her his slave. She needed that feel of ownership and forced availability that, until this evening, she had never even considered. These were dark fantasies that had lain dormant within her, but were now released and bound her psychologically to subservience.
The ring approached her neck like the jaws of some vampire. She longed for it and was repulsed at the same time. She felt the inescapable servitude once it was in place and while she wanted to escape a part of her mind longed for that feeling of helpless imprisonment. She was excited and rocked by fear at the prospect and she wanted that feeling, but she also wanted to be able to escape after it was all over. As the jaws approached her neck she imagined the softness of her neck patiently awaiting those fangs that would sink into it and the poison that would spread from the wounds into her blood transforming her from the loyal wife and home maker into the whore that lurked deep within her. She felt her old self slowly ebb away. She tried to pull away from the ring but the hand at her back held her. The ring grazed the sides of her neck. It dug into her flesh and she felt the scratch as it was forced through. She felt the restriction of her ability to breathe as it passed across and then she heard the two plates clang together as the trap closed behind her. She felt the weight of the ring as it hung from the back of her neck. The deed was done. By this single act her old self had gone forever. She was now nothing but a fuck hole and the only question these men needed now to decide was whose.
Her lover came and looked her in the face. He saw her fear. He saw her saliva dribble from her mouth as she lay prone. He touched the metal collar and pressed it against her flesh. He pushed it, forcing it into her skin and looked, as a curious little boy does, at the way her flesh enveloped it, caressed it. She looked quite beautiful with the metal pressed into her. Should he take her home and abuse her? Should he release her and take her back as before? Could he take her back as before? Should he trade her for the debt he so wanted to be rid of? These thoughts circled in his mind. Time hung motionlessly as he considered. “Please.” She whimpered. Please what, he thought. Rescue her? Yes that is what he should do. He had felt so desperate just a few moments ago. He wanted to save her and could not stand the idea of her being forced into sexual slavery. Yet now he had that choice he looked at her and for the first time seemed to see something in her eyes. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was or what it meant, but it made him realise that she was saying please make your decision and not leave me waiting. He suddenly became aware of her transformation that the placing of these things on her body had released something that had lurked deep within her and he was repulsed at what he had done to her. By his acquiescence she had been slowly transformed into someone quite different. She was so helpless and awaiting their decision to do with her as they willed. He suddenly found he could not look at her. He could not face his own guilt.
“I’m sorry.” Is all he said, and his finger touched the corner of her mouth. He turned and walked towards the door. She looked up and saw his back retreating as she felt the hiss of the clamps at the back of her neck. She felt the heat rise and she felt an inner calm. She knew now what she was and did not have to search anymore to find herself. These men would tell her and they would make her and mould her into what they knew she really was. She looked at her wrists and the solid smooth rings around them. There was no opening any more to remove them by. They were permanent. She felt like she had at last come home.