Life was just about perfect. At least two or three times a month, Denny and I spent the evening experiencing the wildest sorts of decadence. I was beginning to think that nothing was impossible. The Cult even had a "special interest group" devoted to S&M and domination/submission fetishes.
Surprising to me, there was never any trouble finding women (and men) to act as subjects for these games. The online personals listings provided new subjects whenever they were needed. I had never imagined there were so many people who actually wanted to be abused.
I enjoyed seeing some of these encounters, but I found I wasn't excited so much by "victims" who were that eager to play their part. I still preferred the opportunities to enjoy subjects who were quite horrified by the circimstances they had fallen into. It was that preference that finally got me into the worst of my troubles.
The Cult had control of one of the most highly regarded night clubs in the area. All the bartenders were clear that they never questioned how much beautiful, young women had to drink, and they especially didn't object when certain "customers" asked to fix their own drinks. When a man asked to fix a drink for an unescorted woman, it was a signal to spend a few minutes at the opposite end of the bar.
The club was on the top floor of the best hotel in town, and the Cult had an entire floor available whenever it desired. On that floor there were rooms of every imaginable design, ready for anything from a small one-on-one encounter to a group orgy of fifty or more people. Normal practice was to supply a woman in the club with a drink that included something "extra" and wait for her to lose her inhibitions about leaving with good looking man. By the end of the evening, she had usually "met"many more men than she anticipated, and she seldom seemed to remember very clearly what had happened. Best of all, it always seemed like it had been her own fault.
The Cult had a number of younger men who were not actually members, but more like employees. They were experienced in luring women to the hotel rooms and then turning them over to Cult members. It wasn't clear to me how much they really knew, but I'm sure they were well paid for their efforts. Sometimes, they even got to experience some pleasures of their own before the Cult took over.
That was the plan the night everything fell apart for me. The members were gathered on our floor watching events in the club on closed circuit TV. Several of the usual hired guns were circulating among the patrons, looking for likely targets. We were debating the merits of several young women we had noticed when the doorman downstairs called to say two incredible women were on their way up. We all settled ourselves to consider the new entrants.
As they walked through the door, I know I was not the only one who concentrated first on two of the most spectacular bodies we had seen in months. In my case it was a good five seconds before I even thought to look at their faces. To my horror, I glanced higher in gleeful anticipation and saw . . . Chastity, and her best friend Lisa.
My heart climbed high up into my throat. No, this was not possible. This was the one place I had forbidden her to visit. Katie had supported the prohibition, but there she was, strolling across the room, her undulating hips sending out vibrations that rocked every man in the club.
"Oh God, what am I going to do?" I thought. "I've got to get her out of there."
"Uhhhh, guys, I'm sorry, I really don't feel too good tonight. I think I'm going to take off," I tried.
"I don't think so, Roger," Denny smiled. "We picked this pair especially with you in mind. We send them a fistful of free drink coupons to insure their attendance. I just knew this was an opportunity you wouldn't want to miss."
"No!" I stated firmly. "This is not going to happen."
"Roger, Roger, Roger," Denny laughed. "Don't tell me you've forgotten how this all works. Do you really think you have any control over what happens next?"
"I cannot do this. I do not want to see any of this!"
"Well, fine," Denny said calmly. "You can go if you want, as long as you remember the penalty you're sure to pay. In fact, I imagine that penalty might begin being paid even before you get to your car."
I thought of the risk I was to them in my current state of mind and realized they might have no reluctance to "make it impossible" for me to make trouble. I got scared very quickly.
"Not only that," Denny reminded me. "Do you really want to leave those young girls totally unprotected, subject to the whims of your friends, such as myself? I have many fascinating things I'd personally like to try with the blond one. Are you ready to abandon her all to me? I do hope you'll say yes."
My blood ran cold as I realized he was right. I couldn't leave my own stepdaughter in the hands of these monsters. It didn't help to acknowledge that I was actually one of the monsters myself, but I still couldn't imagine any way out of this hellish situation.
By now, the first contact had been made in the club. The two young men who now stood on either side of the girls were about as irrisistable as any two girls could have imagined. I doubted Chastity had any interest in resisting, and sure enough, within minutes they were all seated at a very private table. One of the men got up to go get drinks, and when I saw him step behind the bar, I knew what would soon be happening.
Sure enough, in about 15 minutes, Chastity and Lisa were both leaning groggily against their new friends. It was with total disgust that I remembered the times I had sat watching this same scene, my cock already partially erect at the thought of what lay ahead. When the two men helped the girls to their feet and led them across the club and out to the elevators, I felt sick to my stomach. The Cult members all stood and began heading for the party.
By the time we had relocated, the girls and their escorts were already in one of the special rooms on the Cult's private floor. It was a large, plushly furnished room that probably would have seduced most women even without any "artificial stimulants."
In addition to two huge king size beds, the room had several soft couches, wide enough for all sorts of activities. It had a fully stocked bar, high-tech audio and video systems, and a view that overlooked the entire city. It also had double-thick red carpeting, as soft as a bed. I had often laughed at women, dizzy and confused, as they stumbled drunkenly trying to walk across it.
The other dizzying feature of the room was the mirrors. All the walls were mirrored, and without a firm wall to focus on, most people had trouble keeping their balance. That intensified the Cult's victim's confusion, but the primary purpose of the mirrors was, of course, observation. From rooms on either side, there was little that couldn't be seen of whatever might occur. Many of the two-way mirrors were actually doors, so we could enter and leave the room as quickly and easily as we wished.
It only took a few minutes for the men to have Chastity and Lisa primed for action. The girls had locked their lips to their partners immediately upon entering and were already moaning in pleasure at the effect of the hands roaming over their thinly clothed bodies. Slowly but steadily, the men were removing clothes from the girls, a tease meant for the men they knew were watching from the other side of the glass.
As I watched Chastity's clothes being removed, saw her bra and panties coming into view, I couldn't help remembering the first time I had seen her. A part of my mind recognized the incongruity of the excitement of the first time I had seen her nude, compared to the horror I was feeling at this moment. Once again, I was stunned at her beauty as first one, then the other exquisite breast was revealed. Men around me gasped at the sight, and I knew exactly what they were anticipating.
By now, the two girls were clearly oblivious to the reality of what was happening. I saw several men enter the room through one of the mirrored doors, and the girls scarcely glanced in their direction. They opened other doors and began to pull out frames and tools that I recognized with growing dismay. Tonight the group was going to enjoy a display of bondage.
Before long, one frame had been erected and I saw two men walk over to Lisa and help her stand. The remainder of her clothes were removed, and while hands roamed her body keeping her focused on the pleasure, she was moved to the frame near the center of the room. The device was simply two thick wood posts attached about five feet apart to a flat wooden base. A cross piece connected the tops of the posts. The two posts were hinged in the middle so they could be tilted to any angle.
Quickly, before Lisa could object, her hands were tied by cords to the tops of each post. Her legs were spread widely and her ankles tied to the bottom of the posts. The men stepped back and Lisa opened her eyes, beginning to sense that something was not quite right. Even through the haze of confusion, I could see fear rise in her eyes. She pulled slightly on the cords and we could hear her beginning to whimper.
I looked to the other side of the room and was not surprised by what I saw. The men had assembled a similar frame, but with four posts arranged in a rectangle. This frame was much more sturdy than the first one and had cross beams connecting the tops of all fours posts. Hanging from the cross beams were numerous chains and belts.
While Lisa was being bound in the first frame, Chastity had been faced in the other direction. The man with her had pulled her down on top of him. As she kissed him, he reached for her ankles and flexed her legs at the knees until her ankles were against the back of her thighs almost touching her butt. Quickly two men slipped straps over her knees, sliding them up her thighs and calves until her legs were bound tightly. Before she could move, they took her hands and cuffed them behind her back.
