Taggart stepped aside and ushered Ben and Karen back into the sex den. An odor wafted from the room, a deliciously erotic fragrance that could only be produced by mortal loins producing buckets of fluid, semen, vaginal secretions. Even with the sheets changed, the room smelled like sex. Ben felt himself hardening again, much to his astonishment. When would he reach his limit? Hopefully not before the end of the last act, Act Ten.
Ben and Karen entered the room, where one of the two beds was covered in an array of very dangerous looking toys. Was that a whip? Holy fuck.
“Oww!” Karen yelped. Ben felt Taggart pull his hair, hard, and he knew he had Karen’s as well.
“On your knees,” he said calmly. Ben was about to bend his knees, but apparently not fast enough for Taggart, who pulled again. “I’m sorry if this isn’t what you expected,” Taggart explained, “but you agreed to Act Ten, and I’m afraid we can’t release you now. If you’ve shown us anything tonight, it’s that you’ll be returning to our club, as full members, if you make it through this.”
“Make it through?” Karen asked nervously.
Taggart called out to the blonde girl. “Bethany, present yourself.”
Bethany stepped forward and turned in a circle, showing off her body like an appliance on a game show. Taggart said, “Take a good look at Beth, you two. You’ll not find one scar, burn or bruise other than those she brought with her to the Toy Box. We enjoy pain, or at least we indulge those members who enjoy pain, but we don’t believe in marking you, so you have nothing to fear. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Karen and Ben said in unison, forcefully. Ben would have nodded, except Taggart’s grip still yanked his hair.
“Here’s how we’ll do it, kids. Karen will inflict Ben, and Ben will inflict Karen. We’ll be close by to make sure nothing gets out of hand. Karen, you’re on the bed first.”
Taggart pushed Ben down hard on his hands and knees, then yanked Karen to her feet by her hair. He threw her on the bed, where Bernie, Alicia and Bethany pinned her to the bed. Ben watched with horror and desire as they slipped her slender wrists through padded restraining bracelets, tying them onto her tightly. Silk cords were attached to the bracelets. Bernie tossed the ends of the cords up through metal rings in the ceiling, then down to rings screwed into the floor. How had Ben missed those after nearly seven hours in this room?
When Bernie and the girls were done tying, Karen hung suspended from the ceiling, arms stretched up in a V, sitting on her knees on the bed. Her head hung back limply, staring up. Ben stood up from the floor, anxious to possess the trussed-up stranger who was his date, but first the group had more binding to do. They slipped pads up over her knees, with a short metal rod between them to keep the knees separated. Cords pulled on the pads and were tied to the floor, securing her knees to the surface of the bed.
Ben stared hard at Karen to see if he could indicate how she felt about her situation. Was she scared, or angry, or ready to pass out from exhaustion? No, he decided. Look at her nipples hardening, at the rapid pace of her breathing. She was flexing her fabulous muscles, straining gently against the restraints. She wanted this, perhaps more than she knew. Ben would indulge her.
“Ben, you may do whatever you want to Karen while she is in this state, with two qualifications. First, you may not fuck her with your dick. Second, you must not leave any permanent marks on her body. The tools you can use are on the second bed. You may begin.”
Ben stood nude before the Boxers, who now sat in the same wooden chairs against the wall from where they had observed the first five Acts. He rubbed his sweaty palms against the flesh of his hips, not sure where to start. There was a big part of him that was nervous about hurting Karen. He’d known even before the first act that he would take her home at the end of the evening and make her his lover, both inside and outside the Toy Box, and he didn’t want to upset her to the point that she could go to dinner with him in public. Would she forgive him for this?
He looked at her dangling body, and that’s when she caught his glance. Her bright brown eyes bored into him like burrowing, hungry animals. She nodded once, imperceptibly. She was giving him permission.
Ben crawled onto the bed so that he faced Karen on his knees. She was breathing hard, and so was he. There was a look of bedrock determination on Karen’s face as she prepared herself.
“Karen,” Ben said. Then he reached up and slapped her across the face. She gasped in shock.
“Bastard,” Karen hissed. “Mother fucker.” She spit in his face.
Ben slapped her on the other cheek, then he grabbed her by the throat, carefully cutting off her air. Her eyes went wide as she held her breath for a long minute, then she choked a bit as she tried to take in her first breath. Ben released her, allowing the air to flow into her body. Karen’s nipples immediately turned a dark red, plumping up even beyond their previous hardness, and the areolas were puffy as well.
Ben stepped off the bed and grabbed a white cloth, which he tied around Karen’s mouth, gagging her. Then he selected a big black dildo, at least as thick in diameter as his own wrist. He doused it in lubricant. Karen watched in terror as he approached her with the long toy. She was helpless to stop him from rubbing it against her swollen pussy, tracing it up and down her lips, slipping between them to lubricate the red meat beneath. Ben found her hard clitoris at the top of the slit, and he spun the head of the dildo against it, rotating back and forth.
