DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS HEREIN ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. I do not condone any abuse of any kind IRL, and everything herein is just fantasy. Do not attempt to re-enact anything you read here.
The young guy, in the clutches of the four buxom older women who were having seemingly very little difficulty wheeling him through the hallways of the clubhouse, was wide-eyed and skittish. Many were in the period after their inductions before they became accustomed to things, when the true nature of the Club, it's members, and the poor young things they lure in as employees, becomes obvious to them. It usually took three or four days before they began to meekly accept their new roles as sexual playthings disguised as summer staff, and if their resistance held out longer, then the ladies would just spend that much more time breaking their wills.
The young man, Robert, flitted his eyes from side to side. When he saw a young staff member pass, he stared at them, begging for help with his wide frightened eyes. He had to use his eyes, as his mouth was gagged. He was strapped to what seemed like a heavily modified cargo trolley, with a layer of soft padding he had been pressed into, which acted to fit like a seal around his body. Straps kept him sunk into this cool textured material, and ensured every inch of him was immobilized for all practical intent. The young charges rarely looked up at him, and when they did they did so nervously and fleetingly, not wanting to draw the attention of the four women escorting him. In their eyes he saw a deep, resigned vacancy... mixed with pity.
Always, somewhere, were the lurid sounds of sex. Close by, or distant, moans and grunts, screams of ecstasy or frustration could be heard. There was no escaping from it. As the words 'no escape' crossed his mind, he felt a cold sensation sink down into his stomach, as if he'd swallowed an ice cube. Somewhere up ahead, he heard the rising cries of a girl in the throes of orgasm. They grew louder, and louder, until at last with an almighty wrenching scream, the noise began to die down, soon drowned out by
"Here we are, time for the next part of your induction Robert!" quipped the blonde woman, Edith, as she wheeled him in. A larger brunette, Clara, had entered first, smiling knowingly through lidded eyes at Robert as he was pushed in. She placed a hand on his shoulder which was undoubtedly meant to look comforting, but the grip made its message clear as did every other aspect of life here at the Club -- 'we are in control'.
The trolley was followed by the redhead Judie, and the black haired Marjorie. Judie made sure to busy herself with his straps as he was wheeled in front of a white curtain surrounded by studio lights. The floor had a spongy mat onto which the trolley was rolled, and for a moment he wondered what its purpose could be. He could hear ragged breathing, and the hushed voices of several women, and his nerves began to rise.
Then, as the curtain was pulled back, the source of that scream from earlier was revealed. A girl, in a trolley much like his, was breathing in sharply, her hair matted, her body sheening with a layer of perspiration. He tried not to stare, not wanting to contribute any further to her embarrassment, but she seemed to be verging on unconsciousness and seemingly was barely aware of her surroundings.
Now, he truly began to panic, tugging at his restraints with newly acquired fear-induced adrenaline.
"Now, now, don't you worry dear," hushed Judie the redhead, cooing into his ear as she lecherously played a hand across his chest, tickling softly and playing with his nipple, her actions decidedly in contrast to her words, "just you relax, we just need to get a photo for your ID card!"
He looked at her in mild confusion for a moment, before realisation set in. He looked further to his side and saw the plethora of recording equipment -- far beyond the single camera that would be needed for something so simple. Video and audio recorders from multiple angles were staged around the perfectly lit curtained room.
Shaking his head in denial, she merely grinned, and played a finger across his lips.
"All in your contract sweetie, I'm sure you know that, after all you did read it before you signed it, right?"
Robert's lips tingled at Judie's touch. The other women were adjusting the lights, while the two women who had been there previously wheeled the girl out of the room. The purpose of the mat on the floor was now obvious, as he saw the puddle of sweat and cum she had produced during her torture. He now recognized her from their induction day... Sarah, that was her name. Robert could still remember how Sarah had tried to climb out a window, somehow managing to make the jump to the roof-high window ledge, before being dragged back in and subdued...
Marjorie, the raven haired woman, appeared at his other side from behind him and shocked him from his recollection.
"Now, if you're a good boy and do as we say, we can take you to lunch and let you have a shower. Trust me, after this you'll be needing one..." her jet black eyes pierced into his as he stared back, nervous.
Judie, the redhead, took on the role of good cop by tracing a finger down his neck possessively. "Now I know Robert here will be a good boy for us..."
Marjorie let her hand run down his front to the skimpy, silken panties that were all he had been given to wear, and let her fingers delicately encircle his cock. "Doesn't matter... in the end, we always get what we want."
With that, Marjorie kissed him over his gag, and slowly rubbed his cock through the delicate, silky material. Judie let her tongue lash at his ear as she pinched a nipple, tweaking it playfully. Staring ahead, his eyes furrowing, Robert groaned in frustration as he saw the brunette Clara already filming, a blinking red light on multiple devices letting him know his molestation was being captured for posterity, and no doubt, the enjoyment of many women here at the club who would view it later... or were possibly even watching it live, even as they toyed with slaves of their own.
Edith, the blonde, tied a final strap over his forehead, forcing his head to stare directly forwards. He tried to twist his head to either side, but a strong pair of fingers on his chin was a not-too- subtle warning that he should simply submit to what she wanted. Defeated, he swallowed and felt the last shred of agency be robbed from him, even as his silken panties were teased down, while his cock throbbed to full prominence and tented them outwards.
Edith, the blonde, sank to her knees and breathed softly over his cock, close enough that the warmth of her breath sank into the material and lingered for a moment. Marjorie held his cock up between her middle and forefinger, and Edith let her lips delicately tease over the material. Groaning already, Robert's waist tightened, but he found the material he was in, tilted back just enough to keep him sunk into it, plus the straps holding him in place, prevented any kind of movement whatsoever. Despite the urge to push his cock forwards and outwards in response to this treatment... he couldn't.
Marjorie looked up into his eyes with a cruel glint, and tickled the underside of his cock-head through the panties as Edith's soft lips just brushed against the tip which, held aloft by Marjorie, was kept perfectly still by his immobilization. His fingers flexed and his toes curled in their bonds, but were similarly immovable. The true, unfiltered cruelty of what was happening became all too apparent to him in that moment, and he began to groan behind the gag with realisation.
"Aww, poor thing," Judie said softly, kissing at his cheek, even as she traced her fingers delicately under his arms and made him grunt with ticklish frustration into his gag, "not to worry, it'll all be over soon."
