"Disgusting!" The headline read. "Website tries to recruit women as sex slaves!"
Danielle remembered seeing the headline like it was yesterday. She had arrived at work that winter day at the textile mill where she worked in accounting. After exchanging pleasantries with her coworkers, she settled into her cubicle and started clicking away at her computer, avoiding starting the day's spreadsheets.
She finished scrolling through the gossip pages, and had moved on to the sensationalist news pages. It was a particularly eye roll inducing page that made no attempts at injecting facts in their journalism in favor of stretching the truth for clicks that the headline jumped out at her. With as much skepticism as interest, Danielle clicked the link to open the article.
The article was written with the typical feminist rage that the website was known, and often ridiculed by mainstream press, for. It described how a group had bought a castle and was looking to pay women sums of money to become sex slaves to the men who owned it. Included were screenshots of the site, and the article ended with a link, urging readers to go give them a piece of their mind.
Danielle looked around and clicked the link. She was greeted by a black screen with red text telling her to go away if she was under 18. Clicking the Enter button brought her to another page that she recognized from the screenshots in the article. "Club X" in block letters sat above a black and white photo of a large building. It was definitely an old building but didn't look like the castles from the Disney movies she was used to seeing.
There were 2 links on the page; an About Us link, and an Apply for Slavery link.
She clicked the Apply link. A picture of a beautiful woman loaded on the screen. She was naked aside from a collar and had her eyes cast down. She didn't appear unhappy, though.
"Daniiiii!"
The voice startled her and she quickly hit the X to close the window. It was Josh, or "Rich" as the whole office called him because of his similarity to the SNL character who sat by the copier and made awkward small talk. He was definitely on the spectrum, and Danielle had once gone to dinner with him out of pity, knowing how hard her autistic brother struggled to make friends. Josh had just spent the entire meal staring at her tits and making inappropriate comments about the waitress, but the "date" had caused him to become a bit obsessed with her.
"Hi Josh. I'm really busy right now, what do you need?"
"Just wondering what you were doing for lunch."
"Same as every day, Josh. Eating at my desk." She held up her lunchbox.
"OK, well let me know if you change your mind." He said, not taking the hint.
"I will Josh. Now let me get back to work."
"Alright, babe. Who was that you were looking at?"
"Huh?" Danielle felt her face getting warm.
"The pretty girl on your screen. Was she naked?"
He had seen it. Danielle thought fast.
"It was a popup. An ad for a nude beach."
"I'd love to go to a nude beach with you." He said with a creepy grin.
"Thanks Josh. Can I get back to work?"
"Sure thing, babe."
As he wandered off to bother someone else, Danielle jotted down the website address and decided to check it out at home. There simply wasn't enough privacy at work.
The day dragged on slowly as Danielle's thoughts were consumed by thinking about the website. Was it real? What else was on there?
When the clock hit 4:30, Danielle already had her bag packed and raced out of the office. Jumping in her old Honda, she sped through town to her apartment. Walking in the door she kicked off her shoes and dropped layers of clothes all the way to her bedroom. By the time she reached her bed with her laptop in hand, she was left in nothing but her panties.
She opened up the computer and typed in the address. Clicking past the welcome screen, she saw the castle again. She studied it for a while, but couldn't determine where it might be. She clicked the slaves link again and was greeted by the naked girl again. Her hand slipped into her panties. She studied the girl's large round breasts, the metal collar that encircled her neck, her hair that appeared to be professionally styled. Danielle gasped when she looked closely at the girl's bald pussy. Some sort of tag or dongle was held in place by a steel ring through her labia.
Danielle felt her own pussy start to burn. Her fingers were soaked. She increased her stroking as she read on.
"Club X seeks applicants for the position of sex slave to serve the members of the exclusive club. Only the most attractive and committed applicants will be selected. If you are one of the lucky few, you will spend the rest of your life in the care of the club, with everything provided for you. You will trade your freedom for a life of hedonism and untold pleasures. In exchange for commitment, you will be handsomely compensated."
As she scrolled, there was a picture of a dungeon cell, several pictures of lavishly decorated rooms, and a picture of several naked women chained together with their faces blacked out.
"Click the link to learn more only if you are truly serious."
Danielle clicked the link. It was a boring form asking for her information. She clicked Back until she was at the castle page and then clicked the About Us link.
"Club X was founded in 2004 as a place for like minded gentlemen and ladies to act out their most depraved fantasies in complete secrecy and safety. Memberships are sold as shares. There are currently no shares available. Due to the nature of the activities within the club, the club's location, membership, and numbers are strictly confidential."
It seemed real. She went back to the page with the pictures and studied them. The cell picture was a domed brick room with 2 platforms on either side. A prison toilet sat between them and a mattress sat on each platform. The room was bare aside from that. A few chains hung from the walls as well. She scrolled past the other pictures to the one of the girls. They all had nearly perfect bodies and each had the tag pierced through their labia.
Danielle stared at the picture as she stroked her nub until her body rocked with orgasm. As she lay in her afterglow, she clicked the learn more link. She started to type her name, but decided against it. Her crotch and hand were sticky and soaked so she climbed in the shower instead.
Drying off, she put on a tshirt and some clean panties and heated up some leftover chinese food. Sitting on the couch, she opened up her laptop and started searching the website address and Club X. The top results were all clickbait news sites with articles similar to what she had read before. After scrolling past several unrelated links, she lost interest and turned on the tv. She finished her noodles and watched tv until bedtime.
That night she dreamed that she was locked in the cell from the pictures. Men would come in and fuck her until she was soaked in cum and then leave, slamming the door to her prison.
