If you want to know how my snooty sister-in-law Debbie got herself enslaved in the most insane bordello in the world; you can read her journey in the earlier chapters. If you don't really care then jump straight in. Remember anyone can visit her there if your fantasies are worthy enough-just drop me a mail with your nasty requests. Finc
Kris sat back in the cool air-conditioned world of the private limo. The brightly coloured street whisked by, the afternoon a simmering, steaming haze after the intense midday sun. The folded portfolio on the seat showed idle ticks and circles, evidence she hadn't really been concentrating anymore on the day's negotiations. It had been a great business deal, but somewhere in the day concentration had begun to wander. Business was everything; but ever since she realised she needed to come personally to secure the contract her mind and thoughts had been split.
She had been to this hot humid place once before, but on that occasion it had been for a very different reason. It was here she had her first and last experience of an elite underground club. Now years on it was an opportunity to revisit that very special place; a place where the most bizarre sex games could be acted out with captive angels. The down payment had been transferred yesterday; you see it cost $2000 just for them to answer your enquiry. And if they don't like the sound of your enquiry you don't even get a reply. The accounts are untraceable; they only want the most serious to even try contacting them. The place was an urban myth in elite circles, but she knew better
Kris was already a member, inducted two years back by her ex steel magnet partner. The experience had been terrifying, disgusting and totally lacking in morality; but so exciting too. After, she told herself to forget, that it wasn't right, that it wasn't for a lady such as her. And it had worked until now. But like a moth straying too close to a porch lantern she had reason to be here, to be so close that she found it impossible to resist temptation. It was like a voice in her head urging her on. But things today had not gone to plan.
They had rung that morning as the early forties multi-millionairess passed through the airport arrivals. As she signalled to the limousine waiting to collect her she answered the call.
"Yes Kris speaking?"
"Do you wish to make a request?" Came a question without even an introduction.
She realised instantly, "it was them!"
Her heart raced. The last time it had been her partner's party, now this was hers alone. She replied quickly in a sweet voice. "I'm in town today and I wanted... er," pausing unsure, someone who did million dollar deals unsure.
She continued." I... wanted an hour?"
"When?" Was the ice cold response.
"Today, like I said I'm just in town and I..."
"Today?" The phone voice said incredulous.
"Yes?" She replied with a grimace already realising by the tone of voice she was asking too much.
"Impossible!" Was the swift reply. Then the phone went dead.
She cursed herself, not for the lost money but foolishness. They hated surprises and rich or not did she think she was booking tickets to the opera?
That had been this morning and all day throughout the important meeting the thoughts of what had been denied clouded her concentration. As the beautifully groomed blonde sat through presentation and graph after graph her mind was on other matters. If only she had known she was coming earlier she might have gotten an appointment.
The opposite chairman coughed nervously a number of times bringing his attractive visitor attention back to the board room table. For her it was a long day.
Kris was glad when the finally deal had been done and she could get out of this damn city. Now as she sat in the airport bound limo the phone rang again.
She answered with a tired voice then nearly dropped the handset. "It was them again!"
"We now have a vacancy." Announce the ice cold feminine voice.
"But I'm on the way..." Kris blurted out before even thinking.
"We are behind you now," the voice explained Kris spinning her head trying to see a car following. "Are you still interested in a reservation?" The voice had the arrogant disinterested slant of an exclusive restaurant.
.
She gulped realising she only had moments to decide. "Very well I'm pulling over," she said decisively and a little too loudly.
Her heart was racing, her breast heaving inside her tight expensive blouse and black suit.
The limo dipped down a side street then the black business attired Kris stepped out, the driver confused but not questioning. She signalled for the limo to leave and looking around nervously dialled on her phone. Gus her current toy boy answered. She was controlling her breathing as she explained the deal had gone on longer and there were loose ends. She'd be staying tonight taking a flight tomorrow. Her lover laughed, there were always complications and to ring him later this evening.
As she finished the call a sinister big BMW pulled up alongside, its windows blacked out. She was aware of two people in the front seats. It remain stationary the engine on idle.
The business woman opened the rear door and sat down. As the car moved off neither of the two front seat occupants turned to her. The driver was a shaven headed heavyset man looking all the way a hired gun. The passenger was a slim blonde woman, dressed in black, a device on her lap.
She passed it over her shoulder still looking at the busy street.
"Your payment is $20,000; please process." Kris was going to complain, sessions were priced to the extremity of sex game. "But I only..."
The blonde woman looking like some super bitch cut her short. "A client sadly died today. He had a double session and both were $20,000." She turned to look with a beautiful impassive face. "He had a heart attack on his first session of the day." Her eyes fix the blonde babes surprised stare, "do you want his session or not?"
Kris kicked herself, "fuck; just do it, what the fuck! The money was irrelevant. Why the hell was she arguing?" Her thoughts snapped angrily frustrated with herself.
She nodded quickly inserting the card in the hand held machine making the transaction.
The super bitch handed over a hood and Kris placed it over her long blonde locks, pulling it down over her high cheek boned face. Obscured from the outside world by mirrored glass she sat in darkness. Kris wasn't too nervous; she kept reminding herself she'd done this before.
***
It had been weeks in this hellhole but Debbie still resisted. She knew it was easier to be complaint, to submit but her mind refused. She thought she was defying them but in truth her disgust and angry fire retained her premium value. They didn't need mindless exhausted sex dummies. Well not unless the client requested that, then a drug concoction was administered. No, what they offered for the expense was resistance and refusal. And in that department Debbie was not disappointing her clients one bit.
The days were the same in their horrific metronome frequency. First a morning sex session then an afternoon session. In between were showers, rest, forced exercise, food, bed and nothing more. She knew she was not alone in here; hearing moans through insulated walls. No doubt the source was nearer to high pitch shrills muffled by sound deadening concrete and foam. Her captor if there was only one she saw mostly by the green tint of his night vision goggles or as a shadow in the doorway as another "dirty scum bastard pervert" entered to spend an hour with her. Those she saw many of.
The men she couldn't forget. Some were masked others more blatant, rampant in their obscene appearance. All slavering sex crazed creatures, the money, the dungeon and Debbie herself a heady mix of erotic overdosing for these clients. The last visitor was as demented as any. If ever there had been poetic justice then her last session was it.
As she sat waiting on the high back chair she remembered back with quiet satisfaction to those mornings events.
The sex cell had been pitch-black early that day. Debbie struggled to keep her toes touching the floor. Her arms were aching as above her head her wrists were tied together suspending her from a chain and ceiling attached pulley. Her shoulder blades were pulled in tits thrusting out. The curve of her fantastic figure accentuated down her spine to the taut uplifted ass, everything tensed in this stretch position. She was naked and in the humid blackness dripping with sweat. Her mouth was gagged with a hollow rubber ball as it had many times before. She wasn't sure how long she'd been hanging there in darkness; sometimes she waited hours while the clients prepared themselves. She'd been escorted from her holding cell by "the green haze" in total darkness not bothering to beg or try to reason today. The captor had spoken as he used his night goggles to see while he tied and stretch her into position.
"You're proving very popular," he had said in a quiet slow paced voice. "I have many re-bookings for you already."
He stroked down her back admiring her in the all green tint. He smiled seeing her arrogant upturned nose and snapped shut lips, refusing to talk today. As he fastened the ball gag in her mouth he mocked her arrogance. "You're in excellent shape and premium quality. I see no reason why you can't have a career with us lasting many years." He smiled seeing her eyes go even wider in the pitch blackness; that thought sinking in.
