Gwen dangled helplessly over Alex's left shoulder as Jessica squirmed and moaned over his right. He was carrying them down the wide steps to the basement.
"I was in a state after Katie died," Alex said as he descended. "All I wanted to do was drink. Then one night, I saw the ad on late night TV for a Cuban Sexcation." He laughed. "And, I thought, why not? Why the fuck not?"
The basement was brightly lit and didn't smell like a farmhouse basement at all. It smelled of antiseptic.
Looking down over his strong back, Gwen could see clean, shining tile covering the floor.
"The plane ride itself was unreal. Adults only. The plane had two levels. The bottom floor was a brothel and the top floor was just an open orgy. The drinks were complimentary and spiked with Ambrosia, of course. You can't imagine what it was like."
He leaned over and sat Gwen down gently with her back against a pipe in the floor.
She looked around the room. It ran the length of the house, and it had been recently renovated with freshly painted dry wall and gleaming white tiles. There were several hospital gurneys, and each of the structural support pipes that led from the floor to the ceiling was equipped with gleaming silver manacles. There were also examining tables with stirrups like those found in a gynecologist's office - only these also had manacles and leg restraints.
The walls were covered in posters of women in sexual poses, but the women were distorted, exaggerated. They were all incredibly tall with ovesized hips and breasts too large for a human body. And, all of them were tattooed - pornographic images including large murals on their backs. Their names were tattooed above these murals in Gothic or cartoonish lettering: Sinful Sindy, Luscious Lana, Cunt Lickin' Cathy.
What troubled Gwen more than the images were the tattoo machines and inks arrayed on a corner table.
"In Havana, the street was crowded with whores. You just took the nearest one and had her right there on the sidewalk," Alex said as he laid Jessica in a clawfoot bathtub on the tile floor. "The nuns, the Sisters of Morpheus, they were running everywhere, greeting you, encouraging you to indulge."
Alex poured a large bottle of green liquid into the tub, and then he reached in and began massaging it into Jessica's legs as she moaned in yet another climax.
"What are you doing to her?" Gwen asked. She was getting the feeling back in her hands, and she raised them a few inches off her lap.
"What? This? It's a depilatory. Body hair is repugnant. This removes it permanently. I'll save her lashes, and this beautiful black hair," Alex said. He turned and smiled, taking off his cap and showing his smooth scalp. "Unlike the job they did on me. They want Whoremasters to have a uniform look."
Gwen closed her right hand into a fist. "Whoremaster?"
"Yes. There are castes in the new order to come. Morpheus, the living god is at the top. His acolytes and the Sisters of Morpheus come next. Whoremasters, like myself are the third caste, followed by the professional caste, and the whores. Then of course, there are the worker classes." Alex took Jessica's face in his hands. "Now, don't fall asleep and slide into the tub. Otherwise, you'll be wearing wigs for eternity."
Alex stood up and walked to Gwen. He wiped his hands on a white towel. He took her left wrist gently in his hand. "I know you think I didn't notice you moving, but I did. What did you think? Did you think you could stand up and fight your way out of here?"
Gwen whined as he raised her wrist over her head. There was a set of manacles attached to a silver chain and hooked to the pipe she leaned against. He locked her wrist in place and then repeated the motion with her other arm.
"Is that comfortable? Not too tight?"
"You're a monster." Tears were snaking down her cheeks.
He wiped her tears away. "I know it seems like that now. You'll change your mind soon. You'll be happier than you've ever been in your entire life." He stood up and turned toward the stairs. "If you're moving, your former fiance is most likely moving as well. I'd better bring him down. It's a pity you and Jessica hadn't come alone. He's a complication."
When she heard the door to the basement close, Gwen called out to Jessica. "Can you move?"
"Wha...?" Jessica answered in a sleepy voice.
"Jessica? Can you get out of the tub and help me?"
"Help with what?"
"Help me get loose! We have to get out of here."
She moaned in the tub. "No... feels soooo good. You go."
"Jessica! I'm chained up. You have to help me get loose."
"Feels soooo nice. Like when Cal used to... you know... put his big, thick... cock! His big, thick cock in me. But, this feels even better."
"Jessica, he's drugged you. You have to snap out of it and help me."
Jessica raised up in the tub and sat on the edge. The green liquid slid with gel like slowness down her smooth legs. She looked down at her crotch. "All my hair is gone!" She reached down and rubbed her clit in small circles. Her eyes rolled back in her head.
"Jessica!"
Her eyes snapped open and she stopped masturbating. "I'm sorry, Gwen. It's just so hard to think straight." She stepped out of the tub, the green gel still sliding off her skin.
She left green footprints across the floor.
Jessica knelt and touched the manacles. "How do I..."
"A key. You have to find a key."
Jessica looked at her with sleepy eyes. "Gwen, you're so pretty. I don't know how I didn't see it before." She nuzzled Gwen's neck and whispered, "You smell so nice."
Gwen drew in a sharp breath as the naked, dripping woman ran her tongue up the side of her neck and licked her earlobe.
"Your skin is salty but sweet at the same time." She reached out and cupped Gwen's right breast through her white blouse. "So soft."
"Jessica, don't do that," Gwen whined. "Please. Whatever he gave you is making you do that."
Deep laughter filled the room.
Jessica stood up.
Alex was standing by the tub holding David in the crook of his arm. He seemed to be exerting no more effort than he would carrying a toddler. "Let me guess: you asked her to help you escape? Oh, Gwen. That was pointless."
Jessica shuddered and orgasmed, squirting on Gwen's feet.
Gwen jerked away and mewled in disgust.
Alex caught Jessica in his other arm as she fell forward. "See what you almost did? She could have fallen and hurt herself." He drew Jessica closer and kissed her. She returned the kiss and rubbed her crotch against his overall covered leg. "Well, we'll have to punish Gwen for that later."
Jessica leaned her head back and passed out.
"Poor thing. I doubt if she's had more than a handful of orgasms in her life and now she's having one every minute. She'll pass out a lot over the next hour." He sat David against a support post a few yards from Gwen. His eyelids flickered as Alex locked the manacles in place.
He placed a hypodermic against David's neck. "I actually measured it this time. This will keep him out for a day or so. He injected the contents into David's neck.
Then, he took Jessica back to the tub and sat her down. He picked up a hand shower and turned on the water.
Jessica jolted upright.
"Too cold?"
"No," she whispered.
