In the previous chapter, Lara was abducted. In this story, she is taken to a mysterious sex club and forced into sexual submission.
Many men and woman have fantasies involving forced sex, and this story is intended as a fantasy. It is not meant to condone rape in any way.
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Driving quickly, it wasn't long before Nick left the city streets behind. He forced himself to slow down. He didn't want to think about what would happen if a cop stopped him with a naked woman tied in the back of his van, cum still on her face and tits.
Sensing that the van was bumping along a country road, Lara began to get really frightening. Nick could hear her whimpers, her sobs, muffled by the gag. She tried to say something, and he snapped at her, "Shut the hell up. I can't understand you anyway."
Apparently she managed to work the gag loose, somehow. She began to beg Nick to let her go.
"Please... I have money. I'll do anything you want. Just let me out. Just leave me here, I'll get home. I won't tell anyone..."
Nick couldn't help laughing.
"So what will you do for me? Let me fuck you? Baby, I can do that as many times as I want."
Suddenly the van hit a rut in the road. It bounced roughly, and the rope around her throat tightened, choking her for a few seconds.
"There now, see what you did? Just keep your mouth shut so I can concentrate on the road."
The rest of the trip was quiet, except for her sniffles and sobs.
When they arrived at the club he pulled out the transmitter from his pocket. He pressed the button and the gate slid open. Pulling up to the house, he saw the usual collection of Mercedes, Beemers, and a couple of Jags. The driveway back to the service entrance was blocked by a big truck he did't recognize, so he had no choice but to stop in the "guest" parking lot.
He stopped the van and climbed into the back. He pull out his pocketknife, and let her see the long, wicked blade as he opened it. It was a real knife, not one of those boy scout things with the spoon and fork and other crap. Nick knew how to use a knife.
He pressed the side of the blade against her throat, and watched as she tried to pull away, tears in her eyes. Then with a quick jerk, he sliced the rope around her neck. Flipping her over, he cut through the duct tape on her wrists and ankles. He found her blouse and skirt and tossed them to her. She quickly pulled them on. He remembered that he ripped some of the buttons from her blouse, so she would have to hold it shut as he forced her from the van and up to the front door of the big house.
They stepped through the double doors, into a brightly lit entry hall. They were greeted by a middle-aged man in a fancy uniform, like a headwaiter in an old-fashioned restaurant. There was music playing somewhere, and the sound of many voices, men and women. The middle-aged guy looked at Nick darkly and started to say something. Nick cut him off.
"I know, I know, I'm not supposed to bring them in the front. The side driveway is blocked. Just let the boss know I'm here."
Nick grabbed her arm and dragged her toward a hallway, but they had only gone a couple of steps when a couple emerged from another hall. The man was in his 50's, distinguished looking, wearing a dark suit of good quality, though his tie was gone and his short was open. The woman with him was a stunning redhead. She was wearing a tight little teddy that showed most of her tits. There was a leather collar around her neck, and a short leash that the man held tightly. Around her ankle was some kind of electronic device, like one of those things they use to monitor guys under house arrest.
Lara's eyes widened as she took this all in, and she suddenly started to wail, "Oh god no, no, god just let me go."
The couple looked at she, the man's mouth hanging open. The "headwaiter" snapped at Nick, "Just get her out of here!"
He dragged her down the hall, past several rooms, around a couple of turns, and into an open doorway. He slammed the door behind her and pushed her roughly to the ground.
She lay there crying for a few moments, but gradually she started to take in her surroundings. They were in what looked like an exercise room. The floor was covered with pads, and there were a couple of padded vaulting horses, as well as what looked like gymnastics equipment. One wall was mirrored, and through an open doorway she could see a changing room, toilet, and shower.
"What is this place?" she asked.
