Ayla Wins

This is a work of fiction. The characters depicted are at least 18 years of age. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are the products of imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This is fantasy.

This story contains elements of nonconsent and may be triggering for some.

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After her husband went inside the club, leaving her standing there alone, Kayla could feel the crowd watching her. Even though it was cold, she felt heat under the collar of her coat. Brad was always doing this. Putting her in these positions. Forcing her into unwinnable scenarios. Everything had to be his way. They hadn't been married long - one year. They hadn't dated much before they got married. How she didn't see the signs he was selfish she didn't know. Maybe she could blame love. That hurt the most when she thought about it because it meant something terrible - that love could not be trusted.

She had decided then that enough was enough; in front of Club Subversion, humiliated in front of all those people, watching her husband stroll into the sex club to fuck some random slut. She had decided that today, he wasn't going to get what he wanted, even if it wasn't exactly what she wanted either.

Though this was not the first time they had been to Club Subversion it was the first time they had been on group night. Kayla had a conservative upbringing and hadn't kissed a boy until she was eighteen and hadn't had sex until she was married. Brad had told her he was faithful to God in the same way she was, but she had a hard time believing him knowing what she knew now. On their wedding night, he tore her white wedding dress off with a ferocity that had scared her. She had thought that he would be gentle and romantic, but the first thing he did was tell her "You are mine now. And you're going to do what I say. Get on your knees."

She had done everything he demanded. She had knelt and taken him in her mouth, doing her best to suck his cock the way he liked, even though she had no experience ever doing it before. He always had criticized her blowjob skills... even when he came in her mouth that first night and she had choked on the semen spilling from her lips.

It hadn't gotten much better in the year they had been married. He had fucked her in pretty much every way possible. She eventually learned he was pulling ideas from porn after looking through his browsing history when he was gone. The term, "sex slave" was something he searched for a lot, which, as far as she understood it, meant an empty-headed fuck toy.

He hadn't won yet. Even though he threatened to divorce her if she didn't comply with his filthy demands. This sex club was just one more way of digging his nails in. Revenge for one thing or another: like denying him the opportunity to fuck other women in a threesome she didn't want- Other men she might have considered, but other women? He had to be the king and the only dick in the room and tonight was no doubt a method of getting his way.

She couldn't see him when she stepped through the doors. The lights were flashing quickly and the noise of everything was overwhelming, but she walked forward confidently not totally knowing where she was going. Once her eyes adjusted, she walked through the crowd until she reached a guard near the section at the back. Her husband was there with his back turned to her, arguing with the much larger bouncer.

"My bitch wife will be here in a minute! Let me through!" Brad yelled.

"It's couples' night. Come back when she's here fuckwad," the bouncer said.

When Kayla approached, the bouncer looked her up and down, clocking and assessing her as Brad made an ass of himself.

"Just let me through bro!"

"Fuck off!"

Kayla saw her husband tense up, and ball his fists. He had been in fights - mostly when men talked to her - but the bouncer was out of his league. Even Kayla knew that. Well over six feet tall, he had a barrel chest and shotguns for arms. He didn't deserve the abuse he was getting, Kayla thought.

"Finally, what took you so long," Her husband said. Kayla felt the familiar fear and pain first but felt something else when she turned her attention to the bouncer who stared, stone cold at her.

"You with this schmuck," the bouncer asked.

"Of course she's with me." Her husband said, "Now fucking let us through!"

"Shut the fuck up for a minute." The bouncer said, clearly annoyed, "I have to hear her say it."

She nodded her head, quietly in response to the bouncer's inquiry.

"See?!" Her husband said arrogantly.

The bouncer stepped forward just an inch towards Brad and her husband flinched.

"Stand over there you obnoxious prick, or I'm kicking you out."

"What for?" Brad said.

"For anything I fucking want! I need to hear from the lady herself - without you breathing down her neck. Now

GET

over there!"

Brad complied and moved to where the bouncer had indicated. The bouncer pulled Kayla the opposite direction with a strong, gentle touch.

"You with this guy or not? If you're in some trouble or here against your will. I'll help you." The bouncer said.

Kayla stood there, staring into the bouncer's soft blue eyes a minute before answering. "He such a fucking jerk," she whispered exasperated, "But we are married."

The bouncer nodded slowly in understanding. She watched the hard lines in his face turn to disappointment. Just as he was about to speak, she touched his arm.

"Maybe you can help me though," she said.

"Name it little lady."

"I didn't want to come here."

"Alright." The bouncer nodded, "There's a place you can stay behind the bar while we deal with him - follow me-"

The bouncer gently began guiding her back through to the club, but she pulled against him.

"What's going to happen to him?" Kayla said.

"Banned forever. Cops called if you want. We can even help you get a place to stay if you need - we see this kind of thing sometimes."

She remembered how confident she had felt as she walked in. How much she wanted Brad to pay for the terrible year she had been married to him. Getting him banned would be a good start, but it wasn't enough for what he had taken from her - the last month he would watch porn while he fucked her. The women in the video screaming and moaning, and she silent underneath him.

"What if I wanted to go down without him?" she said softly, looking deep into the bouncer's eyes. She didn't have a plan - just a feeling of how much she wanted to destroy Brad.

"It's couples' night. No exceptions," the bouncer said firmly.

"What if you come down with me." She said, gently running a finger down the bouncer's shirt. She eyed Brad out of the corner of her eye - he was looking down at his phone, completely oblivious to everything. She wasn't surprised.

"Hmmmmm." The bouncer hummed with pleasure, "I'm working sadly and besides - I don't get involved in things like this beyond what I've offered."

"Are you sure? What about this one time. My husband deserves it - you've known him five minutes and you already know that."

The bouncer laughed. "That's true, but like I said, even if I wanted to, I'm working."

"When are you off," she said getting closer, pressing her body against his.

"Look, I don't like getting involved in peoples arguments-"

"It's not an argument it's an execution," she said. "He's had it coming a while."

"I didn't think you played that hard." The bouncer said looking intently at her with smoldering eyes, but Kayla didn't have time to respond.

"What the

FUCK

is going on?" Brad shouted, noticing finally how close she was to the bouncer.

Brad stormed over and swung wide at the bouncer as Kayla staggered away. The bouncer easily dodged Brad's fist and wrapped his arm up in a painful hold. Kayla felt the spark of arousal as the bouncer clutched Brad's arm behind his back. Seeing her husband writhe, helpless to stop the bouncer from kicking the shit out of him for her, sent shivers through her body.

"The lady and I are just talking little man. Go stand back over there like a good boy or I'll break your arm."

Brad, in pain, nodded and the bouncer let him go. He mumbled something angry under his breath as he stalked back to his side of the room, but it was ignored by everyone. Out of earshot, Brad watched Kayla and the bouncer with angry eyes.

"You know," Kayla said whispering. "I really hope you can change your mind."

"I'm working." The man said bluntly, veins in his arms flexing from the recent exercise. though his gaze betrayed his voice. He was firmly staring at Kayla's tits as he spoke. The massive mama jammas that couldn't be hidden by the largest sweater or nightgown in the world.

"When are you off?" she asked again, pushing her chest out instinctually.

"Three hours to go."

"You want to stick it to my husband? Come and find me after that."

"Are you going to still be there?" he said, snapping up to her eyes to see how serious she was - like he was challenging her.

"Yes." She said though she wasn't as confident as her voice sounded. Her husband had fucked her for more than an hour once. He had cum three times. In her mouth, her pussy and finally all over her tits. It was one of the few times they both had enjoyed themselves, and the whole time, she hadn't gotten tired. Three hours seemed like a lot- but there was no doubt, Brad needed to pay - and she wanted to be the one to make him pay.

"I'll even save you something

SPECIAL,"

she said.

"Oh? And what's that," the bouncer said.

"You'll have to find me to find out," she said not sure herself what that would be.

The bouncer shook his head, laughing, seemingly at himself but also at the situation. Kayla watched him and smiled with him, aroused by seeing such a hard man laugh.

"You know- we have a special room for people who like to watch, but not touch. On occasion, it serves as a room for those who also like to be... compelled... to watch. I think that will be the perfect place for him." The bouncer said with a wink.

The bouncer walked backwards toward the elevator so that neither Kayla nor Brad could hear him as he radioed into the walkie on his shoulder. As he spoke, he looked at both Kayla, who stood elegant and regal in her dress, and Brad, who seemed petulant in his suit. The bouncer smiled devilishly at Kayla as two men came out of a door that neither Brad nor Kayla had noticed before as it fit seamlessly in the wall.

They talked to bouncer quietly, pointing at Brad and then at Kayla, and in short order, something, though Kayla didn't know what, had been decided.

"Sir?" one of the new men said to Brad. "I apologize for the inconvenience, but everything has been explained by your wife. As recompense for your trouble, I'm pleased to offer you a VIP experience."

Brad, stunned at first, finally croaked out. "Well, it's about time. And of course, I won't be paying a fee for this experience."

"Oh no." the other man said, "This service is complementary. If you'll just follow us, we will lead you to the VIP area."

Brad followed immediately after the two men not looking or speaking to Kayla as he passed her. Kayla followed along behind him, but not without a last look at the bouncer behind her, who gave her a bright smile.

"Lets go!" her husband whined. She hadn't noticed the men waiting for her and she skipped ahead quickly to catch up.

As the doors closed heavily behind her, she entered a short service tunnel that led to a set of stairs. They walked down them and after two flights the sound of the club faded away. After four sets more, they found themselves before a door. Brad and Kayla's guides stood at the door solemnly when she approached, waiting for her.

"Aren't you going to open the door for me," Brad said.

"Of course," the man said, though Kayla thought she detected a knot of irritation in his voice as he did.

"Gentlemen first sir." The man said as Brad was unceremoniously stepped through it. Through the door, there was a black room filled with velvet couches and expensive oak furniture. It was cozy for a vampire, and its main feature was a giant window which overlooked the orgy. The window's primary view was in the main lobby opposite the elevators down - the bulk of people this deep in the room were fucking each other's brains out with wild abandon. Kayla had never been this far into the room. This was where the most depraved went. This was where people lost themselves. Where identities stripped away, leaving only bodies.

The sex beyond the window was palpable, but it was silent in the room until one of the men switched on the sound with a remote that sat on one of the end tables. Through the speakers, moans and grunts and a thousand ramblings of ecstasy filled the air along with low, ambient music.

"This is the private observation room," the other man explained. "Suitable candidates for your pleasure will be brought to you in a short time. However, your wife must come with us as she is not in the proper attire."

Kayla froze, not sure what the man meant.

"What's the proper attire." Brad asked, annoyed.

"She must have a wristband indicating she belongs to you."

"Right. Good. I'm happy someone else understand the way things are." Brad said smirking at her.

Kayla, upset, felt tears welling in her eyes until she saw the man behind her wink.

"Yes, honey." Kayla said robotically.

"You'll see her soon," one of the men said, as he escorted Kayla out of the room.

"What? Why do you have to take her?" Brad asked.

Kayla froze, worried that Brad would uncover the plot against him.

"The bracelets are unique - you wouldn't deny a lady a chance to pick her own. After all, it's the sole piece of jewelry she'll be wearing when she comes back?" One of the men said without skipping a beat.

"Fine," Brad said, after considering the situation, "But I'm not waiting. When the other girls come, just join in Kayla and remember- this is about me!"

Kayla smiled, though her eyes remained dull - and if Brad had looked, he might have known something was up, but he didn't. Instead, he turned his attention back toward orgy, his face a mask of lust.

Kayla didn't bother to look, but if she had, she would have seen some of the people who snickered at her in the line, getting absolutely and utterly fucked. She would have seen the girls who whispered to each other about her getting their asses pumped into the ground by lovers they hardly new.

"See you soon, honey." She said as she walked out of the room. The door slammed shut behind them. Once back in the tunnel, they locked the door behind them.

"Now, miss, our friend upstairs told us about your predicament. Are you sure you would like to join the others?"

Kayla considered. "You're not going to hurt him are you?" She didn't want her husband to be physically hurt - just restrained.

"Oh no. He'll be fine. We'll leave that to you," One of the men said.

"Good." Kayla said, "Yes, I want to go in - but do you think your friend will join me?"

The two men had no nametags, but one was old and one was young. The young man smiled as the old man talked, "His shift isn't over yet - truthfully, I'm not sure - he doesn't partake in these sorts of things."

"Oh," she said disappointed, "Well, tell him, that he can't have his present unless he finds me after."

"I will," the old man said.

"That wall is the eastern wall of the room." the young man said, pointing toward the window, now behind the door where Brad still stood. "It's a one-way mirror, so you won't be able to tell from the other side. When you get in give him a smile."

Kayla laughed, "Alright," she said. Giddy, she thought of Brad behind the door, cock hard, waiting for someone to come and relieve him of his painful erection - which wasn't going happen unless it was by himself.

"You're not really going to send anyone in are you?" she said.

"No, of course not. We don't want to pawn anyone else off to that asshole." The young said.

"Good," Kayla said. Brad was going to get what he deserved for being selfish tonight. Tonight, she was going to be making the decisions. Tonight, she was going to be the animal he wanted her to be and looking at the two men who had helped her here, she thought she knew a good place to start.

"So how do I get out there," Kayla said.

"There's a door right behind you. Go in quickly and don't let anybody out," the old man said. "These back entrances are for service only."

"Can I help you boys out right now?" Kayla said, batting her eyes.

The two men looked at each other, eyebrows raised. One spoke up, his hand moving towards her when the other interrupted him.

"No mam," the old man men said shaking his head sadly, "We're on duty, but if you're still around, there is an after party - maybe we'll see you there?"

"Maybe so." She said, not knowing if her pussy would survive the debauched night she was about to partake in, much less an after party - but she didn't let her nervousness show.

"Maybe you can help me with my clothes?" Kayla added.

For the first time, the professional demeanor of the men broke and both men smiled.

"Oh yes. We can help a lady with that," The old man said.

Stepping to each side of her, they stripped her clothes off methodically. First, lowering the straps of her dress and pushing it past her curvy waist to ground, which revealed her bra and panties. She wore a matching set her husband had picked out. A pair of swanky purple underwear he had bought after seeing them worn by a cam whore he insisted on her watching while he fucked her. The men then pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulder and her breasts spilled out. Her panties were the last to go, and as if it were planned, each pushed one side down, guiding them down to the ground. One of the men, the younger one, gave her hip a small, secret kiss as he helped.

Naked, Kayla was a vision only one man until that point had seen. Now, standing before two, fully clothed, muscular men, she found herself aroused at the thought of what they could do to her in this vulnerable state.

"Are you sure, you don't want to play," she said as they picked up her clothes and calmly folded them together.

"I'm sorry mam - as much as we want to - we would lose our jobs," the older man said. "There is always the after party."

"I don't want you to lose your jobs." Kayla said disappointed, but then had a thought. "My husband bought that set of underwear. Why don't you boys keep them - a bra for you" she said to the young man, "and some panties for you" she said to the older man. "Keep them as a retainer for your services later."

The old man deftly took her panties from the neatly folded stack, and the younger man quickly stuffed her bra into his pocket, where it comically bulged out of.

"That's a wonderful idea mam - perhaps we'll give them back to you - after services have been rendered of course," The older man said.

"Of course. As a matter of fact, why don't you take all of it. My husband bought the dress and the heels too. I just want what's mine from now on." Kayla said, pushing her tits together in a show for the men.

"Yes mam, sometimes clothing gets lost in there," the young man said, "We'll keep your dress for those who don't have something else to wear."

"Sounds good." Kayla said.

They waited for her as she walked quietly, nude head to toe to the back door of the orgy room. When she opened it, the sound of sex crashed inside and the soft light, though dimmer than the club upstairs, blinded her.

It took Kayla only a moment to orient herself. There were couples who looked at her surprised by her appearance from such an unexpected entrance, but none of them stopped thrusting or riding their mates. They slowed, glanced at the exquisite body in front of them, appreciated it and then turned back to their own pleasure, the image of her a photograph in their mind.