The Downslide

We were asked to attend a meeting with the club manager as a couple. Over the phone he seemed happy to talk about contractual arrangements. We arrived dutifully expecting a frank conversation and the potential for release from our obligations. To our relief the meeting started quite pleasantly with us stating our concerns about the arrangement. The manager listened politely then looked at us quite intently. “I understand your concerns, however you must understand I would be in a difficult predicament if you left our service. You see Jennifer is proving to be quite a popular performer. I have received enthusiastic feedback from clients who have experienced her or seen her in action.” Jennifer flushed scarlet at these words. The manager continued: “She is a handsome woman and has proved to be very pleasing …” He spoke as if she was not in the room.

“But …” I interjected. “There are no buts sir.” Was the curt reply. “You see, you both have signed her over to me. I own her body and can use her as I see fit.” We looked at each other stunned. “The contract is quite secure and we can sue you for everything you have and more if you try to default.”

I blurted out: “But this is tantamount to slavery. It is illegal and such a contract would be unenforceable at law.” His eyes glared into mine as he replied: “Oh yes, we have insurance to cover anyone who tries to get around that little issue. According to the contract your services, and those of your wife, have been offered quite willingly. In addition we have filmed everything you two have done here. I’d be happy to distribute that film if you wish to play games with me.”

His stern look turned to Jennifer. “Stand up.” He ordered. She sat, her eyes darting between the manager and me. “Are you deaf bitch? Stand up.” She slowly stood, still looking confused. “I just want to demonstrate the power you have surrendered into my hands. Strip.” As she hesitated he pressed a button beneath his desk. Within seconds two security guards had entered the room. On a single gesture from the manager they moved in behind me and held me in my chair, truncheons drawn.

The manager looked back at Jennifer. “I’m waiting slut.” Reluctantly she disrobed until she stood naked with the men ogling her. One of the security guards released his grip on me and stepped behind her. Come to me: “Ordered the manager.” She gingerly walked behind the desk where he grabbed her roughly and pushed her forward. She was breathing heavily as he mauled her breasts and bit her neck. Looking up at me he stated emphatically: “You see, what you see is all mine. I can do with it whatever I wish.” He then spoke to Jennifer in a stage whisper: “Touch yourself bitch.” As she shook her head he motioned to the security guard who landed a mighty slap on her left cheek. Her head jerked sideways and pendulous breasts jiggled with the force of the slap. The guard raised his hand again and, weeping, she began to reluctantly comply.

Her right hand slowly reached down to her pussy as the manager reached into his drawer for something. His hand emerged from the drawer with a tube of lubricant that he began to apply to her bottom. Looking me in the eyes he repeated the statement: “I own this.” Her eyes wide she continued masturbating as he lubed the tip of his cock and began to stroke it between her buttocks. Jennifer is a woman who loves anal sex and I could see her body becoming flushed with arousal as he played with her and she rubbed her clit. There was a look of shame on her face as she meekly complied. As her arousal built the manager pressed the tip of his cock against her little hole. She mewed then moaned as he slowly pushed it in. As they stood there, coupled behind the desk, the office door opened and the redhead I had watched at the previous event walked in behind a handler. She was naked except for the regulation cuffs, collar and sandals. She looked dazed and her eyes betrayed the glaze of someone who had been sedated.

The manager motioned to her and she obediently knelt before me and opened my trousers. Releasing my cock she began to lick and suck it. I felt Jennifer’s eyes boring into me as this woman expertly pleasured me. As I watched Jennifer’s face I could see she was nearing an orgasm. She closed her eyes and moaned as her body began to shudder. The manager gave a groan of pleasure as he felt the orgasm rack through her body and pulse her anus on his meat. Within a few strokes her exploded into her bowels then slowly withdrew.

He looked at the second security guard and ordered: “Take her out.” Partly dazed and in a post orgasmic stupour Jennifer was quickly collared and hustled from the room. Her clothing lay on the floor in disarray. “You’ll see her in a few weeks.” He and the other attendants left the room, leaving only me with the redheaded sucking on my member. I gripped her hair and began to fuck her face in anger. She was somebody’s fucking wife. She was part of this monstrosity. I wanted to hurt her, to channel my anger into her. In her dopey and compliant state it took no effort to pull her up onto my cock. She straddled me and lowered her pussy down onto my wet cock. I sucked and bit her tits then began to slap her ass as she rode me.

As my orgasm approached I slammed her hips down onto me and bit hard into her tits. She seemed almost oblivious to what was happening. As I came in her I wondered – “What paths have you been on?  What has been done to you in the past few weeks?” Had she and her husband tried to break their contract? Where was her husband? Would this be the fate of my wife? What had we come to?