Everybody Love's Raymond's Wife

Chapter 10

Room 37, she hated that room. She had gone back to it over a dozen times with well over a dozen men. The first had been bad enough, he had taken her back there and then chained her into the most bizarre position, before ravaging her, and then changing her into an even more uncomfortable position, and using a massive dildo on her ass. Thankfully he had lubricated her, and had been at least mildly gentle, while forcing the massive rubber phallus into her bowels.

He then placed a blindfold over her eyes, and gagged her. Next he chained her cuffed ankles to her waist and did the same to her wrists, attaching them behind her, to her bent back ankles. It was beyond any doubt, the most painful 25 minutes of her life to that point.Then came the water, first just a single drop, it struck her in the middle of the scalp, by no mends painfull at least no yet, but then another and anohter. The tiny droplets of water felt like daggers to her skull, she felt like she couldn't get a breath in her lungs, and would suffocate at any moment.

Then, just when she thought that nothing could be worse than the torture she was currently undergoing, it got worse. It was sudden and painful, but it was worse the second time, and the pain increased again and again, as something needle sharp, it seemed, darted the center of her nipple, then bounced back. It pierced her nipple, then a second later another drop of water would pound back into her skull. It was hell, unlike any that can be put into words.

But it was just the beginning, not the end. He then raped her again, making sure that she stayed in position, so that the water, and needle like device continued to do the worst things to her. He then left her for what seemed like an eternity, with his seed flowing across her face, as he had finally shot his second orgasm over her chin, and up her face. She had been left there, with the torture continuing until the very end of her first three hour cycle.

Finally, a strong young man, wearing a silver collar, removed the blindfold from her tearing eyes. She was relieved to see the total stranger. He then removed the gag from her mouth, allowing her to take her first real breath in over an hour. He had already removed the source of the water and the needle, and was now undoing her wrists from her ankles. He then freed her ankles from her hips, and at last she was able to stretch out her limbs. He immediately helped her up from the bed. She noted the clock on the wall had ticked down to just two minutes. On her feet again, she started to fall immediately, her muscles felt like jelly. Her savior caught her, as she collapsed into his arms. He merely scooped her up into his strong arms, and carried her from the room and back to room 0.

She was cleaned thoroughly again, showered, douched, given an enema, and then again made to look her best. It was a cycle that would go on for the next three days of her life. She was dressed in another sexy leather outfit, and sent back to the floor to work the next table.

Table two had not been as bad, only three men had used her, and unbeknownst to Debra, one had been an employee. She had no way of knowing it was now the early morning hours of Friday morning, one of the traditionally slower times for the dungeon. She spent the two hours in her glass cabinet, undisturbed but it was torture standing there. As she had to stand in the tight enclosure on the high heels of her shoes, trying desperately not to lose her balance, and fighting off her need to sleep.

She spent her next cycle on table 3, with only a single master using her, as she was left hanging on the X for almost her entire hour. But then, with only five minutes left of her time, three of the men wearing silver collars approached the X, and took turns using her, with each man forcing her to suck his cock to erection, before raping her cunt. They made comments, as they defiled her, telling her that this was the best perk of the job.

She was finally freed of the X, and returned to room 0, to get ready for the floor again. Thankfully she was given some coffee, and half a bagel to eat, before she was forced back into her glass cabinet.

She stayed there for over an hour, before she noticed someone new enter the dungeon. She watched as he circled the room, inspecting the slaves in the cabinets. Debra had noticed that only three girls now stood in the cabinets, each looking as uncomfortable as her. The new master had quickly looked over the other three slaves in the cabinets, and then moved his inspection onto the poor slaves now working the tables. No contractors were currently working the floor, but then Debra hadn't seen anyone on this shift in the cabinet, except this master, and the employees who worked feverishly to clean the room and tables, back to its immaculate status.

The new Master came back to her cabinet, and simply opened the door, then walked to door 37. His torture was mild, compared to that of her first master, but still being hung upside down from the ceiling, your arms strapped behind your back in a sleeve, while a man paddles your ass and breasts was no picnic either. She thought that she would pass out from the ordeal, until he finally lowered her far enough to allow him to rape her in the ass. When he finished, he made a comment about the lower quality of the slaves in the dungeon these days, and then left her there, his semen filling her bowels for the remainder of her time in the cycle.

She hung there, her head forced over to the side, observing the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes. She took the time to observe the room, much like the main hall, it too was beautiful, with wood doors and trim, elegant rugs on the tile floor that her face was now forced into it. She took note of the many ropes, chains, whips, clamps, cuffs, spreader bars and other various bondage gear, neatly hung in the closet that had been left open. Inside the closet was also a smaller set of stocks and saw horses. With six minutes left, an employee came in and lowered her to the floor, before untying her legs from the chains. She was further humiliated by him groping her breasts, before he freed her arms from the sleeve. He smiled as he pinched her left nipple, and said "Good, at least your's are natural." and helped her to her feet.

She was again led to room 0 be cleaned up and put back on the floor. Her time at table four was again a painful experience, but she was witness to the horrors of the circle, as she hung there, waiting for what was to come next. A slave, who Debra had seen earlier in one of the cabinets, was led to the circle, where she was chained to chains from the ceiling, a chunk of wood was forced in her mouth, as she cried out pitifully. She was next whipped by a master, for what seemed like forever, and then by an employee. The whips leaving whelp's across her back, she was sweating and crying under the assault.

Debra was released and taken back to the room, after having only been used twice on table four. After her cleanup, she was placed back in her cabinet, where she observed the slave still being whipped. A speaker in the top of her cabinet, then announced that she had received the 100 swats the Master who she had refused an order given to her, and that she would now be punished by the grand master. Debra watched in horror, as a large box was rolled onto the stage, the box was opened then spun around the room for all to see. Inside the box was thousands of small needles lining the walls. The box was then wheeled around the still suspended slave. Then to Debra's horror, the box was closed on the suspended women, the look of pain on the slave's face spoke of her unbelievable torture.

Then, when the box had been locked into place, she heard an announcement from outside on the floor. "Pour in the salt." Two employees appeared at the box, holding hoses. They aimed the hoses into the air, and pulled the triggers. A mist shot from the hoses. The shots were brief, but showed the fine mist of salt to all in attendance. Next the men placed the hoses into two holes in the sides of the box, and then they pulled the triggers. The slaves eyes shot even wider open in pain, as the salty mist was sprayed all over her body.

Debra couldn't even begin to imagine the pain that the woman must be feeling, as she watched in horror as the woman suffered. Then still shocked by the cruelty that she had observed, she almost vomited, when she saw the slaves arms go slack, as the chains holding her arms were lowered. The woman's eyes again grew large from the pain, and then closed, as she passed out from the torture. The commanding voice of the grand master then boomed across the speaker in her cabinet.

"You slaves should take note of what any disobedience to a Master here in my dungeon will get you. I also want you all to know that I will not show anyone else the mercy that I have shown this slave. She would have received a more worthy punishment, if she wasn't in such a weakened condition."

Debra began to cry for the poor girl, as she lay there limp in the box, then her door was opened.

Debra could hardly think about her own situation, as she was again tied and raped by another stranger in room 37. She lay there under this new Master, as he used her. Her thoughts were still on the slave in the circle. This master had finished rather early, and even freed her from her bonds, before leaving the room, with an hour and fifteen minutes left on the timer. She cried herself to sleep, feeling sorrow for the tortured soul in the circle, and herself.

Her day continued on much the same, as she went from table to table. The club had got busier as the day went on. For one of her cycles, she had been taken to the Grand Master's office, gagged and bound to the X there, while the Master welcomed two new members to the club. Although neither man had any slaves of their own, they certainly had the money to buy their way in, both of them desiring the power over women, that the Master held. Fortunately that shift had been one of her easiest, she was there as obvious decoration, as she had been dressed in a ornate decorative corset made of silk and jewels. The worst part had been when the Master was explaining to the men that he got new slaves in all the time. He then pointed to her, and told them about her.

"What you see in front of you gentlemen, is a perfect example of what I am talking about. Mrs. Barone here is a mother of three, and the wife of a local sports columnist. She was just brought in yesterday by her Master, who I might add is not her husband." he said with a laugh, "She is here on her own free will, and like all slaves here, will do anything, and Gentlemen I do mean anything that you desire. She, like all of my slaves are pets, tools, creatures for our entertainment. She has been tested just as thoroughly as you men have been, and is free of any diseases, just like all my slaves are, so that you can relax, knowing that my stable is clean. No slave is released to the floor, until she has been declared disease free." he then continued on with the benefits of the club, and talking about his stable.

Debra was eventually sent back to the floor, where she was back at table one, at the request of the newly inducted Masters, both men used her. In fact, she lost count of the numbers that had plundered her that shift. She had heard from someone in the line telling someone else not to worry that they would leave the new slave there, until everyone in line had used her, even if her time expired. Finally after an eternity of sucking, and being impaled by stranger's cocks, she was freed. This time, instead of being taken back and cleaned up, she was taken to her room, and sodomized viciously by a massive brute. She was then left covered in semen, on the bed, for the remainder of her cycle.

She had heard the buzzer at the five minute mark, and returned to room 0. Where she was cleaned and readied for another round on the floor.

Gianni had been overwhelmed by what he saw. Architecturally at first, then by what was going on in the room, drew his attention away from the stoic design of the room. Women tied, hanging from the ceiling, secured in stocks, locked in glass cabinets, and being used by an assortment of men. Mr. Fass then pointed out some of the projects that Gianni had worked on for him, allowing him to see their final use.

Gianni had been awed by the sight, and listened intently, as Mr. Fass explained his little operation to him. He then explained that the contractor that he had used before, and for many years prior to that, had recently passed away, and he needed someone to finish several more rooms, that were still under construction. He went on to explain that after some extensive background investigations he had chosen Gianni from a long list. He went on, and then took him to see the rooms in question. Gianni looked them over, and assured Mr. Fass that he could handle the job in question. Then Gianni's heart stopped, when Mr. Fass invited him to spend some time in the club.

The men walked around the room, and finally took a seat where they were served by several women wearing stockings and smiles. Mr. Fass explained to Gianni that the way the club worked, what each color collar meant. They sat and drank, as Mr. Fass filled him in on what was allowed in the club.

The men sat there for half an hour drinking, talking, and having a good time, when Mr. Fass invited Gianni to "sample the floor", as he put it.

Gianni walked around the floor, and ended up at table 5, as it was labeled. He had been drawn there by the beautiful blonde who was bound in the swing. He happily waited his turn, and then let loose on the helpless girl, pounding her rigorously. When he finished, he pulled his trousers up and walked away feeling great. That's when she caught his eye. There, swaying back and forth in a swing, while being ravished by a Master, was a slave who could've been a twin for his friend Ray's wife. Gianni had to do a double take, to make sure that it wasn't her. He looked her over from this distance, as another man stepped up to her face, while she was still being pounded in her cunt.

'No, ' he thought, 'Debra has brown hair, whereas this gal's hair was more red than brown' and Gianni was sure that Debra's tits weren't that large. Not to mention the dark tan sported by this slave. Still, he thought it warranted another look, so he approached more closely, to have a look at this gal, he had always wanted to nail Debra, and this look alike would be the next best thing. As he circled the table, he got a closer look at the slave's face, even with her mouth stuffed with a cock and her eyes closed, wincing in pain, she was a dead ringer for Debra Barone. He looked the slave over, top to bottom, about the same size, same shape mostly, but was Deb's tits weren't that big, he thought, then he saw his answer.

He looked at the slave's hand, cuffed to the chain, as she rocked back and forth from the men sawing into her. There on her hand he saw a ring, a ring he had seen many times before, the ring he had stood and watched his friend Ray slip on his new bride's finger, at their wedding, as Gianni stood as one of Ray's groomsmen. Gianni stepped back in shock. The shock didn't last long, as he quickly moved his way back to Mr. Fass's table.

He asked Mr. Fass about getting some photo's of some of the slaves. Mr. Fass explained to him that no cameras were allowed on the floor, but he occasionally allowed a Master to film or photograph a slave in one of the private rooms.

Gianni thought quickly, perhaps too quickly, when he spouted out an offer to Mr. Fass. He would take ten percent off of his bill, if he was allowed to film and photograph a private session with a particular slave. The proposition put a huge smile on Mr. Fass's face, "I'll even have one of my men film it for you! How about that?" Mr. Fass said. He then asked which slave Gianni would like to spend some time with. Gianni pointed to Debra, stilling swaying back in forth in the swing under another man's attentions.

Mr. Fass tilted his head, and asked, "Why that slave? I have many younger, more beautiful girls that I can offer you." Gianni went on to explain how she looked so much like an old crush he'd had, giving Mr. Fass a bogus name that he just made up. "Fine." Mr. Fass replied, telling Gianni that he would have the slave cleaned up and taken to her room for him.

Gianni then shocked Mr. Fass again, by asking him if he had a mask or something that he could wear. Mr. Fass then remembered reading about the Barones in Gianni's file from the PI he had used to investigate the contractors he had considered for the job, and the unusual request began to make sense to the older man. He thought about it, but only briefly. It meant nothing to him at all if Gianni wanted to fuck his friend's wife. He assured Gianni that they had a hood that would conceal his identity. As Gianni got up to prepare, Mr. Fass told him "I'm sure you'll find Mrs. Barone a more than fulfilling slave my friend." He saw the look cross Gianni's face at the mention of her name, and knew that he was right.