Rakari vanished, but his absence was cruelly brief. He returned with three masked guards, and David recognized two of them as Turano and Dillinger. The two men took Sabina, who was naked with her wrists still bound in front of her, grabbing her by both arms and hustling her out of the neighboring cell.
"Where are you taking her?!" David shouted through the Plexiglas. No answer. He looked at Jessika, cuffed to the bed, her face mixed with shame and the aftermath of her own pleasure. He had fucked her moments earlier, releasing a huge load of cum in her pussy while his precious wife, Sabina, had been forced to watch.
The cute young blonde had a finely chiseled nose and mouth, which, combined with her slender build and small, firm breasts reminded David of a lithesome goddess. David was appalled as his cock began to stir again already. His male instinct recognized a gorgeous woman in the vicinity when it sensed one, not caring a bit whether that female was his loving wife or not. 'This can't be happening to me. I'm going to wake up and find that none of this was real,' David tried to tell himself. Tried and failed. The naked man felt a new wave of guilt threaten to pull him under as Jessika looked at him accusingly.
"You might have gotten me pregnant, you bastard!" There were tears threatening to spill from her pretty, cobalt-blue eyes.
"You seemed to be enjoying it well enough," David shot back, instantly regretting the fury in his tone. He knew his defensiveness was more a result of his guilt than anything else.
"I only said those things to get it over with, to make that monster leave us alone," Jessika replied, but somewhere deep down she knew that was a lie. The warmth between her legs, the low burn of arousal, still lingered. She looked down to see where David's sticky seed had dripped between her thighs, marring the sheets.
"Look, I'm sorry, Jessika. What do you want me to say? They have my wife!" David shouted. "I'll do whatever I can to get her out of here. To get US out of here. We need to form some type of PLAN...and any notion is better than nothing. How long have you been here? Do you know a way out? Are you familiar with any of the hallways in this section of the compound? When my wife and I were led here, it all seemed like one confusing maze."
Before Jessika could respond, the door to their cell swung open and a beautiful brunette, short and with voluptuous breasts, strode into the room with authority. She eyed both slaves meaningfully, and she was flanked by four masked guards. Each of the guards wore all black from the waist down, but their chests were bare. They held batons, the better to beat any disobedient slave.
"Well, well, WELL," the dominatrix sang. "What have we here?" She strutted up to Jessika, gently cupping the girl's ass even while her other hand sent fingers trailing lightly along Jessika's labia, then plunging into the girl's pussy to pull out a flavorful sample of spunk which the dominatrix put between her lips.
"Mmm. Not bad. I love the mixed flavors of a slave-girl's pussy and a little lukewarm jism," she sighed. Turning to David, she gave him an appraising stare. "I am Mistress Chloe, and you will obey me no matter what. Is that understood?"
David looked hard at the arrogant bitch, but he kept his mouth shut. Now wasn't the time to play hero. He nodded dully, and then stayed docile as two of Chloe's guards cuffed his wrists behind his back. The other two guards detached Jessika from the bed and dragged her from the room.
"Where are you taking us?" David dared to ask as he was manhandled, with Mistress Chloe bringing up the rear. The click-clack of her stilettos kept time as they walked. Other than those black stilettos, the dominatrix wore nothing except the silvery hoops which dangled from her pierced nipples.
"You'll find out soon enough, slave," was all she would say.
David tried to memorize the route they took, but every whitewashed wall and tarnished door looked the same. All he knew was that judging from the slope as they walked through some of the corridors, they were definitely descending. Finally they came out into a large, spacious cell with cinderblock walls. There were two tables made of stainless steel in the center of the room. Posts had been erected at the corners of the tables. Two men lay prone, spread-eagled and helpless. They were both naked, and the base of each cock was encircled by a snug-fitting ring of metal. Their heads were blindfolded, and judging from their skin tones both men were of at least part-African descent.
Mistress Chloe swept an arm grandly to indicate her wretched man-slaves. Four more guards kept watch in addition to Turano and Dillinger.
Sabina stood trembling next to Rakari, and the big, black brute smiled. "Welcome to the Room of Endless Torments, my little fuck-slaves! Do you like it?" David allowed his gaze to run along the walls, which were overlaid with iron grating. Mounted along the grating he saw sharp objects, sex toys, and even a sword the length of a man.
Mistress Chloe gave Rakari a cool look. "This is MY show to run, Rak. Master Gregor's orders." Rakari put up his hands in surrender.
"Fair enough, Mistress. Forgive me." Rakari knew better than to mess with Chloe. Chloe was Gregor's fiancé, and she had him virtually wrapped around her pinky finger. The sadistic couple kept quite a harem of slaves between themselves ...and they certainly didn't mind sharing. It was in Rakari's interest to curry good will with the future wife of his Master.
