10 comments/ 25997 views/ 3 favorites Texas Hold Him Ch. 02 By: jthunderbolt This is a continuation of a story posted years ago. Enough people were curious to see what would happen next, I finally got to it. Sorry for the delay. Love the feedback and always welcome suggestions. * For a while, we didn't hear anything from Sharon or Manny, although we saw them from time to time in the neighborhood. Audrey fretted somewhat about the box they had, but it seemed almost minor compared to what had happened to us that night. The humiliation we'd undergone was so complete, it was hard to imagine anything worse. That couple had literally owned us sexually, making us do stuff we'd only imagined before. Though we didn't speak of what had passed between the four of us, my nights with Audrey were passionate and uninhibited. Images of our submission at the hands of our neighbors were unshakeable for me during sex, as was the shameful craving for more of the same. I guess Audrey was thinking about the same thing but I didn't want to ask how she felt about repeating the experience. For now it didn't matter. Sex between us was suddenly more intense and frequent than it had been in a long time. Days turned into weeks and we became more settled in the neighborhood, meeting new people and chatting casually with them, though we hadn't yet invited anyone else inside our home. However, we carefully avoided contact with Sharon and Manny. I guess neither of us were sure how we'd handle that inevitable encounter. Then, one Saturday afternoon the call came. Audrey answered the phone, but Sharon, on the other end of the line, demanded that she turn it on speaker so I could hear, too. "Greetings, you two. Keeping out of trouble, are we?" We stammered a response of some kind and she plowed on, "go to your computer and check Patrick's email right now." "Ah, ok." I said and hit Send/Receive. Immediately an email popped up from Sharon with a URL link inside and a password. "Click on the link. Take a look and call me back." Sharon said before hanging up. I opened the link and saw a black screen with a password prompt. I typed in the password. What we saw next shocked us. An image appeared on the screen, the picture Sharon had taken of Audrey and myself right before they left our house. It was Audrey and myself, naked and tied together on the floor with cum all over our faces. After a moment a title was superimposed, "The Depravity of Patrick and Audrey Robbins." "Oh god." whispered Audrey. A text box appeared with a message inside: "Welcome. If you are looking at this, you have been given access to the humiliation of Audrey and Patrick. Perhaps you know one or both of them casually or from work. You may even be related to them. You've probably wondered what sort of twisted kink goes on inside (and outside!) their bedroom. Enter and learn more. Inside you can look at steamy pictures, read torrid love letters, and watch some truly shocking videos. Coming soon, an interactive web cam where you can tell them exactly what to do (don't worry, they like it - hint: if they won't cooperate, you can always threaten to pass on the password to even more people). More features soon to come. Enter and enjoy." My whole body was in a cold sweat. Trembling, I moused over the "enter" button and clicked. Sure enough, the site was built with everything the note promised. The "videos" section had several titles, with stills from our home videos and a note promising more titles to come soon. The picture gallery was loaded with stills from our night with Sharon and Manny (I had no idea Sharon was taking so many shots that night) showing Audrey and myself in varying stages of undress doing the various degrading acts that they'd put us through. Including one of me getting fucked in the ass by Manny. Finally I went the "live cam" page and blinked again. There we were, live, looking at our computer. I quickly covered the built-in cam on my laptop with my thumb and turned to Audrey, who was pale as a ghost. "We're so fucked," she whispered. The phone rang. Dazed, I picked it up. "Hello?" "You were supposed to call me back, assholes! Patrick take your god-damned thumb off the web cam and turn on the speaker phone" "Sharon, how could you...?" "If you don't shut the fuck up and do as I say, I'm going to send that email to five people you know right now." Quickly I did as she said. "I have all your email contacts." She continued, "We took the liberty of hacking your computers before we left your house last night." "Last night?, but..." "We were quiet. Didn't want to wake you. Please don't interrupt again. Now get undressed, both of you." We were so off-balance we just stared at each other for a moment. "Was I not speaking slowly enough for you guys? GET NAKED. NOW!" Half-heartedly I began to unbutton my shirt. "You guys don't get it, do you? I'm composing a message to, let's see, Janet Simpson, Graham Walsh and three others. If you can get naked before I press "send," I might hold off." In a panic, we scrambled to get our clothes off. In seconds, Audrey and I were standing naked in front of the computer, breathing heavily. "Finally," came the voice over the speaker phone, "It seems like you get it now. Stay obedient and we won't have any further problems. But I should let you know, I did, in fact, have time to press 'send' before you two were completely undressed..." "No!" squealed Audrey in despair. "Didn't I tell you not to interrupt me, you dumb bitch? I was about to say that even though I had time to send those e-mails, I was going to let you off with a warning. But since you opened your mouth I'm going to go ahead and send them anyway. And if you speak out of turn again, I'll be sending out more. (Click) There. Done." Audrey struggled to contain herself; a tear rolled down her cheek. Graham Walsh was an old ex-boyfriend of hers from high school who had recently looked her up. Janet Simpson was a receptionist from a place I had worked at years ago. She was cute, but not a person I'd trust with a secret. We could only imagine who the other three invitees were. The humiliation we felt was unbelievable. We could see everything we were doing played back on the monitor of the computer, so there was no question - we were live. "Now Patrick," Sharon continued on the phone, "Stand tall and put your hands on the back of your head." I complied, feeling totally exposed. "Not too bad, but I want you to start working out a little more often, at least three days a week from now on. And I want the body hair shaved - everything below the neck, by the next time I see you, which will be later today. Now step back, your turn Audrey. Same drill." Audrey trembled as she took my place in front of the webcam and posed naked. She received very similar comments from Sharon. "Patrick, stand right behind her." I moved. "Closer. Put your hands on her tits." I pressed myself against Audrey from behind. My semi-rigid penis, enfolded between her buttocks, began to harden against my will. Her chest was heaving and her nipples were hard between my fingers. "Oh goody. Someone just logged in. Would you like to know who it is?" Knowing what the consequences would be, we struggled to maintain control, to keep from bolting out of the room. I could feel my skin burning with embarrassment and Audrey's neck and face were almost as red as her hair. We didn't know how to answer Sharon's question, so we held still. "Never mind. They'd prefer to remain anonymous for now. Let's give them a show. Patrick, slowly draw your right hand down to Audrey's pussy." I obeyed, feeling Audrey's skin respond as my fingers brushed across her tummy and came to rest over the moist thatch of red pubic hair. "Now tease her gently with one finger. Slide it between those lips." Sharon shuddered as I glided my finger past her clit. She swayed slightly and moaned when I gently pushed it in to her cunt. "Audrey, if that feels good, say 'yes, mistress.'" "Yes, mistress." Audrey breathed. "Louder." "Yes, Mistress." "Is your pussy soaking wet?" "Yes, Mistress." "Taste it, boy!" I withdrew my finger and sucked on it. "Taste good?" "Yes, mistress." I answered, trying not to let my voice falter. "You think your slut wife likes being an internet porn star?" There was only one acceptable answer, "Yes, Mistress." "Slut, is your husband turned on right now?" "Yes, mistress." Audrey answered without hesitation. "How do you know?" "His...cock... is hard." she breathed, shuddering as she spoke. "Where is his cock now?" "Against...my ass." Hearing Audrey talk like this, publicly, was pushing me over the edge. "By the way," Sharon continued, "We have two watchers now. And one of them is messaging a request. They want to see you suck that cock, Audrey. Get on your knees." Sharon directed us to position ourselves to maximize our visibility. Audrey knelt beside me and took my raging cock in her hand. Audrey had never really gone in for giving blow jobs but she had little choice now. The stakes were so high, I was already ready to explode. "Put your finger against the end of his dick and wipe up that drop of pre-cum." I barely controlled myself as Audrey did this. "You can either put that finger in your mouth or his; your choice." Audrey hesitated, then put the finger in her own mouth. She followed Sharon's orders now willingly. "Now lick that hard cock from the base to the head like a big popsicle. Then close your lips around just the very tip of it. " The relative novelty of the blow job would have been stimulating enough, but, under Sharon's expert instruction, I was feeling things I had never felt before. I couldn't help watching the scene on the monitor, as though it were a porno movie. But I was consistently reminded that it was a movie I was starring in. That combined with the circumstances of this act made it impossible for me to hold on. When it was clear I was about to come, Sharon ordered me to spray it on Audrey's face and into her open mouth. I couldn't believe how much spewed out of me. Audrey blinked as jet after jet rolled off her forehead, over her nose or onto her waiting tongue. Feeling weak, I was relieved when Sharon ordered us to switch places. I fell to my knees and Audrey, face still covered with cum, stood, lifting one leg onto a nearby chair. We were told another viewer wanted to see me eating Audrey's pussy. "Actually they wanted to see her fuck herself with a vibrator, but I realize we took all your toys away from you, so you'll have to do the honours, Patrick." By now Audrey's pussy was drenched, but Sharon guided me, step by step, on how to properly use my tongue to tease her and finally bring her off. By the time that happened, Audrey was oblivious to the public display she was making, pulling my face into her snatch and screaming. I thought I might suffocated as she clenched my head between her thighs, her whole body rocking with orgasm. Just as I was about to pass out from lack of breath, she relaxed and we both slumped back, panting heavily. "Ooh. Nice one guys. We're getting a number of messages of wild approval." A number? I wondered, how many people were watching us right now? "Alright, on your knees, both of you, facing each other with your hands behind your backs." We arranged ourselves as instructed and looked each other in the eyes. Audrey's hair was ragged, her skin slick with sweat and her face still wet with my cum. Her eyes were half open, pupils dilated with sexual passion. Kneeling in this pose of submission, still breathing heavily, she was as beautiful as I had ever seen her. "Patrick, someone wants to see you lick the cum off her face." Past the point of self-consciousness now, I accepted this degrading order readily, shuffling forward on my knees and tenderly licking my lovely wife's face. Our bodies being pressed together, I could feel her hard nipples stabbing my chest, and my own cock was stiffening again. We were exhausted, completely drained of dignity, and still horny. When my lips met Audrey's we couldn't help but kiss, first gingerly, then with force. "And fade out. Well done, you two. For a first foray into live cam, that is. It seems like you made a splash among your select audience. Do you wonder who was watching you? I think we'll keep it that way. Now when you see people on your e-mail contact list, you'll be forced to wonder, won't you? What they know about you, what they've seen you doing, and if they passed that info along to anyone else. What delicious torture! "Still," she continued, "you can put an end to this website, eventually, if you want to. You'll just have to earn that privilege by being very obedient for a little while. Today, you showed that you can follow orders very well with the right incentives. When you come over, you can choose something from your box to have back - you've earned it. Now do a few more tasks of our bidding and we'll have settled things. Sound good?" "Uh... well, what sort of things?" I asked, hastily adding, "Mistress? More web cam shows like this?" "Oh all sorts of things," Sharon chuckled, "perhaps more live internet shows, but not like this one, we have better video equipment at our place. And besides, that show was a little...tame for our liking. But we may ask you to do numerous other things, and we'll expect your complete obedience, or else we'll invite more of your acquaintances to view this site." "Other things?" asked Audrey. "Oh, yes. We have many other interests, and some of them might even shock a couple of sex fiends like you two. For instance, we know you like gambling. Perhaps we'll offer you certain challenges to win your things back more quickly. We like games of all kinds. "Now, enough chit chat. You two need to get cleaned up and get some rest before tonight's activities. When we end this call I want you both to shower and shave your body hair. Help each other out if you like, but you are strictly forbidden to have sex of any kind. Trust me, you'll need your strength later. When you are finished take a two-hour nap. Patrick you're to use the spare room so there's no hanky panky. "At six o'clock get up and get dressed. There's an outfit laid out for each of you in the bottom drawer of the dressers in your respective rooms. Then you'll wear the track suits provided over top. Do not look at each other's outfits. Have a light meal and then walk over to our house at 7:30 sharp for further instructions. Any questions?" Actually I had about a hundred questions but none appropriate so I kept my mouth shut. It seemed like we'd completely lost control of our lives. And yet, strangely, I didn't feel unhappy. Nervous, yes, but also curious and excited. Even a bit relieved. After all, as humiliating as this could be, we weren't really responsible. Someone was taking care of us. All we could do was wait and see what Sharon and Manny had planned for us next. Texas Hold Him Ch. 03 Showering and shaving took a long time, but Audrey helped me get completely smooth everywhere. Feeling her hands between my legs, shaving around my balls and ass, was almost enough to make me cum by itself. On her advice, I used plenty of moisturizer on my newly bare skin. Our minds were still reeling from the excitement we'd been through and the anticipation of what was to come, so it was good to keep busy. We didn't talk much; I didn't want to break the erotic spell by discussing the reality of what was happening to us. Instead, it felt good to have orders to follow without coming back to earth. I averted my eyes from Audrey as she shaved her pussy, afraid my desires might overtake me. When I finally got to the spare room, I was still too keyed up to nap so I opened the bottom drawer of the dresser to see what sort of outfit had been left there for me. At first, I thought there must have been some mistake, that Audrey's outfit had been left here instead of mine. But it slowly dawned on me that the little french maid outfit was for me to wear. I could not have imagined something more humiliating. There was a black padded bustier with white lace trim, a black g-string, a garter belt and fishnet stockings with white bows as well as a tiny, see-through white apron. A ruffled choker and a maid's headpiece completed the outfit. Just contemplating these things, holding them in my hands had my heart fluttering. With trembling fingers I daintily pulled up the stockings, enjoying the feeling against my newly shaved legs. The G-string was lacy and barely covered my semi-hard penis. Clearly it was made for a woman's body, not mine. Still, I was able to squeeze into every part of the outfit. Then I hastily pulled on the tracksuit and zipped the jacket up to the neck to conceal the choker. My rigid cock was poking uncomfortably out of the g-string as I lay down on the bed and tried to rest. When the time finally came, I met Audrey in the front hall. She was similarly dressed in a loose track suit and I avidly tried to avoid thinking about what she might be wearing underneath. It was 7:28pm so we stepped out the front door and wordlessly walked down the street to Sharon and Manny's house. Sharon answered the door in a dressing gown. "Oh, good. You guys can follow instructions. That will come in very useful tonight. You want to earn some of your stuff back, right? Of course you do. Audrey, head right into the kitchen and help Manny. Patrick, come with me. We have just half an hour to finish getting you ready before the guests arrive." Sharon led me upstairs to the master bedroom and had me take off the track suit. "Oooh what a delicious slutty maid you are, Patty. But let's fix your face, shall we?" She sat me in front of the mirror and performed a cosmetic miracle. By the time the fake eyelashes and lipstick were applied, I barely recognized myself. The dirty blonde shoulder length wig was very convincing, especially after the maid's headpiece was added to it. While she made me up, Sharon coached me on my duties for the first part of the evening, serving drinks and snacks. I was not to speak unless spoken to. If any of the guests made a request of me, I was to answer, "Oui Monsieur," or "Oui Madame," and obey. Failure to obey would be an embarrassment and would therefore have "consequences" for Audrey and myself. I had a hundred questions but when Sharon asked me if everything was clear I simply replied, "Oui Madame." That pleased her and she suggested I practice walking in my new shoes until the guests arrived. The new shoes were black pumps with heels so just getting down the stairs was precarious. By the time I reached the main floor, Manny was standing there, looking dapper in a black blazer. "Ah Patty, what a little minx you are!" he said, leering at me. He reached around and grabbed my smooth exposed ass and leaned in so close I thought he was going to kiss me. "Our guests are going to love you." As if on cue, the doorbell rang. I froze in fear. What was I doing here? Where was Audrey? How did we get into this situation? "Well? What the fuck are you waiting for?" Manny shook me out of my paralysis, "Open the damn the door." Trying to calm my nerves and slow my breathing, I took a few wobbly steps to the door and opened it to meet two of my neighbours, Raj and Reshmi, both dressed in semi-formal attire. Behind them, I noticed there was another familiar couple standing at the foot of the porch stairs, looking down. Oddly they just seemed to be standing there. Raj was eyeing me. "And who might you be?" Was it possible he didn't recognize me? "Monsieur... uh...I'm Patty" I said in a quiet voice, trying to sound as feminine as possible. I stepped back to let them in and they greeted Manny warmly. "Please excuse Patty," Manny said to Raj and Reshmi, "she's brand new at this job." "Ah," Reshmi giggled as she looked me over, "You guys always do have fresh meat." "Let me know if you need help showing her the ropes," laughed Raj as passed me his overcoat. I could feel my cheeks burning. "I hope it's alright that we brought our own slaves," Reshmi said blithely as handed me her fancy shawl, "we just hate to leave them alone at home. They miss us so." "Of course it's alright," said Manny, "Patty can you open the door, please." "Oui Monsieur," I answered and opened the door to find the couple who had been standing at the foot of the stairs were now kneeling at the door, their clothes in a heap in front of them. "Manny, you remember the Wilsons don't you?" Reshmi was saying. That's who they were! A late-30s couple from our neighbourhood. They normally seemed so energetic and happy, so I guess I hadn't recognized them in these submissive roles. Bonnie Wilson's face was partially hidden by her auburn hair because she was looking at the ground with her arms at her sides. She was wearing sheer black panties and nothing else, but she had the word "SLUT" written across her chest in lipstick. John Wilson was kneeling in the same posture, only his panties were pink and also sheer so I could see his clean shaven privates bulging inside. His chest was emblazoned with lipstick letters that spelled "BITCH." Looking at them in this condition was oddly exciting (they were both in good physical shape) but mainly I was relieved to that someone else was sharing my humiliation. Misery loves company. "Patty!" Manny said sharply, causing me to jump, "Pick up those clothes and take our guests' things up to the bedroom." "Yes, uh, oui Monsieur." I bent over to pick up the clothes and jumped again as a hand slapped my exposed ass. "Nice ass," Raj was saying, "I suppose you've already tapped that." "As a matter of fact..." Manny started to say and they all laughed. I hastily gathered the Wilsons' clothes and hurried up the stairs as the slaves crawled in the door and Manny led them into the living room. I rushed into the master bedroom and dropped the clothes on Sharon and Manny's bed. I was heading back out when I heard Sharon's voice call me quietly from the bathroom, "Patty. Come in here, please." I rounded the corner into the bathroom to find Sharon sitting on the toilet. She was naked except for her jewellery, her silk stockings, and her stiletto-heeled shoes and she was smoking a cigarette. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Sharon," I automatically sputtered, stumbling on my heels as I tried to back out the door. "Stop!" I stopped. "Kneel." I got down on my knees. "Come here." I walked on my knees over to face her. She spread her legs. "Closer." I shuffled closer, until my groin was against the edge of the toilet bowl. With a single finger she lifted my chin so that I met her gaze. She exhaled a gust of smoke in my face, making me struggle not to cough. "Now listen you little bitch," she said softly while sliding her fingers into my bustier to pinch my nipple. As she spoke she twisted it between her nails, "When I ask to do something, I want to hear 'Oui madame' and see it done immediately. Is that clear?" "Oui madame." I whispered. She pinched harder, "Is it clear?" "Oui madame, oui madame," I pleaded, feeling tears start to well up in my eyes. "There, there," she cooed, releasing my nipple. "Don't cry, honey. You''ll spoil that make-up." "Oui madame" I said. Sharon took another drag of her cigarette. She leaned back and I admired her magnificent body. Her skin was tanned and her breasts were perky C-cups with brown nipples. A perfectly groomed triangle of black hair adorned her pussy. "Don't tell Manny about the cigarette. He hates it when I smoke." "Oui madame." I could hear her peeing. I stared at her knee. "I just need one before a party like this." "Oui madame," I said, like an idiot. "It's our little secret. We girls have to stick together, don't we Patty." "Oui madame." What the fuck was wrong with me? "Patty?" Oui madame?" She was pointing to the toilet paper roll. "We're out of toilet paper." "Oh, oui madame," I started to shuffle on my knees over to the vanity, where I imagined there might be more. "Stop." I stopped. Sharon stood up and walked in front of me. My stomach flipped as I understood what she was getting at. "Stick your tongue out so you don't smear your lipstick." I obeyed and she edged her hips forward to settle her damp pussy on my tongue. I gingerly licked her, swallowing my humiliation at the same time as her mingled juices. She was purring quietly and in spite of everything my dick was hardening again. I thought I might cry for real this time. Then she backed off. "You're good at that, Patty. We'll have to have a girls' night out sometime, just you and I." "Oui madame," I said, resigned. The laugh I got in response was incredibly cruel. "But right now, we have a party and guests to attend to. Help me get my dress on." "Oui madame." I helped her slink into a tight-fitting gown and zipped it up for her. Then I heard the doorbell ring and quickly made for the stairs. Manny was arriving at the door, wondering where the hell I'd been, by the time I got there. I opened the door to greet a man about my age who I didn't recognize. He blinked at me and my outfit for a moment before he turned to Manny. "Is this..." "You must be Graham. So glad you could join us on such short notice. Please come in." Graham Walsh? Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. Audrey's ex-boyfriend. I'd never met him, but he might recognize me from the show he'd seen that afternoon. "What kind of party is this going to be, exactly?" Graham sounded keen. "Well, Graham, did you like what you saw on the website?" "Oh yes." "Then I think you'll enjoy yourself here tonight. Head that way. The other guests are in the living room." Graham took another puzzled look at me and then went in. I couldn't believe my disguise would fool anyone but it didn't fool the next person who walked up to the door. "Hello Pat! Or is it Patricia?" Janet Simpson was almost old enough to be my mother, but she liked to act and dress like a little tramp. Somehow she made it work and came off as cute. Rumour had it that, before she'd quit, she'd made a list of all the men in our office, married or otherwise, and slept with all of them. Except me. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, I thought. The date she'd brought was barely in his twenties but he towered over the rest of us. He hadn't taken his eyes off me since I'd opened the door. She introduced him as Doug and then leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Doug just loves French maids. And blowjobs. And threesomes. We'll look for you a little later on." I led them to living room where the other guests were lounging on sofas and settees. The Wilsons were serving as footrests for their masters, much to the interest of the other guests. There was still no sign of Audrey. Manny fixed drinks at the bar and had me serve them to the guests. My ass received many a grope, tweak, or slap in the process. By now, Graham seemed to have figured out who I was, but Doug still acted as though he thought I was a girl. The doorbell rang again. "That'll be our last guest. Get that would, you Patty?" "Oui monsieur." I headed into the front hallway and found another shock on the doorstep. My cousin, Rhonda. Oh fuck, she must have been one of the five. "Holy fuck, Patrick, is that you?" Technically, she was my second cousin. "Holy fuck, I knew you guys were all upwardly mobile and shit, but I had no idea you were this twisted. My mom would freak out if she saw this." Her mom freaked out at everything. There had been a rift in the family thanks to her mom, who'd accused our side of being snobs who thought of them as trailer trash. Well, they did live in trailers. Rhonda was pretty relaxed about the whole thing, but her mom was certifiable. If she found out about this... "Holy fuck, Patrick. Are you like the maid or what?" Rhonda liked to say 'holy fuck' a lot. She had big bottle blonde hair with black roots and was wearing black jeans and a heavy metal t-shirt that was too small to cover her belly and barely contained her ample bosom. I looked over my shoulder to see Manny making his way over to us. I had no choice but to swallow my pride and play my part. "Oui madame. My name is Patty and I am the maid tonight." "Holy fuck. You're the maid." "And you are Rhonda?" Manny took her hand, "Welcome to our party. I am Manny. We are so glad you could join us. As you have guessed, Patty here is at your service this evening. She will happily do anything you need to make your visit enjoyable. Right, Patty?" "Oui monsieur." This evening could not get worse. "Anything? Will 'she' kiss my ass if I need that?" "Most assuredly," supplied Manny, "Whatever you desire. Won't you Patty?" NO! "Oui monsieur." Rhonda laughed. "Don't worry, cuz. I won't make you kiss my ass...yet. You can start with my feet." I hesitated and Rhonda looked unsure of herself, but then Manny cleared his throat. "Oui madame." Down I went to my knees again. Deeper until my face was level with Rhonda's ankle-high desert boots. I pursed my lips and pecked the tops of each foot. "Holy fuck, that's lame. Lick them, 'Patty.'" I stuck my tongue out and ran it along the toe of a boot where it was stitched to the sole. She lifted the foot up and I was obliged to lick the underside of the toe. Eventually, I rolled onto my back and she lifted one foot over my mouth to have me lick the bottom. I was so disgusted I had my eyes closed at this point and so I was surprised by the sudden flash of light. I looked up to see her playing with her cell phone. "Now that's a nice picture. That's right where you deserve to be, cousin. Under my fucking boot. I'm going to make this my new status picture." "No, please Rhonda...madame, I mean. Please." "Uh yeah. That begging sounds awesome coming from your uptight mouth, bitch. Relax, no one can even recognize you in this picture with that wig and my boot in your mouth." "Patty is skilled with her tongue, isn't she." Sharon had appeared on the stairs. "I'm Sharon and if I may say so, you seem to have a natural gift for domination, my dear." "Fucking right I do, especially when it comes to this little creep here. I caught him in my laundry basket, sniffing my panties one time when we were kids. Wish I'd had a camera then. I guess some things never change. Aw Patty, did you think I forgot about that?" I really had hoped she'd forgotten about that. She straddled my head and squatted down so the zipper of her jeans brushed against my lips. "Can you smell my panties now, bitch?" "No madame," I sputtered, suddenly realizing that was the wrong thing to say. She opened the zipper, grabbed the back of my head, and shoved my nose into the gap. "How about now, 'Patty?' Can you smell my pussy?" I couldn't answer. I couldn't breathe. I started to panic and she finally relented. "Did you smell anything that time?" "Yes...uh...oui madame." I gasped. "Well? What did you smell?" I glanced around. Not only were Manny and Sharon watching, but Janet was standing in the living room doorway, looking on with great interest. "Your...panties, madame." "My pussy. You like that smell?" There was only one right thing to say. And, sadly, it happened to be the truth. "Oui madame." "Say it." I hesitated, "Say it!" "I like the smell of your pussy...madame." "Mmm. I know you do, you little perv." She stood up suddenly and zipped up her fly, "Where's the bar?" "In the living room," said Manny, "please make yourself comfortable and I'll have Patty bring you something to drink." In the living room, Bonnie "slut" Wilson was kneeling with her hands behind her head looking straight forward while Graham Walsh and Doug fondled her tits from either side. Raj was making John "bitch" Wilson watch the proceedings while Reshmi teased the bulge in John's pink panties with her toe. Sharon took the floor. "Welcome everyone to the inauguration party to celebrate the launch of our new website: The Depravity of Patrick and Audrey Robbins. For those I haven't met, I'm Sharon, the co-owner of the site." There was a smattering of applause. "You're all here because you were invited to preview the site this afternoon and, well, I guess you liked what you saw." This time there was more applause. "Now who here would like to see even more?" Everyone in the room, except me, cheered. "Well don't worry, because we have more. And we're planning to make more. But there's just one problem. Our new favourite porn stars are shy." Everyone booed. "They want us to take the website down." Boo! "So I told them, if they want that and they want all their stuff back, they're going to have to earn it. And tonight is where they start paying!" The room was cheering again. Manny appeared in the doorway and gave a Sharon a nod. "Will you all please follow Manny downstairs to the games room?" Everyone filed down to the basement. I was last except for Sharon behind me. Downstairs was a large, open rec room with a fancy poker table set up at one end. There were six stacks of poker chips arranged around the table. Standing behind the table was Audrey, dressed like a slutty card dealer with a visor, bow-tie, a pinstriped vest that barely covered her nipples and pinstriped boy shorts. She was blushing furiously as she nervously shuffled a deck of cards, trying to ignore the attention she was getting from the visitors. "Alright everyone," said Manny, "It's play time. You all know how to play Texas Hold-em. If you're here with someone, choose one of you to play." After a short hubbub Raj, Graham, Rhonda, and Janet each took a spot at the table behind a stack of chips. Sharon joined them, leaving one empty place. Everyone else settled on nearby sofas. "Please join us, Patty." "Oui Madame," I mumbled, feeling trapped. I took the last place at the table, between Sharon and Raj. I glanced up at Audrey who was trembling. She had realised who all of these guests were and was looking with fear at her ex-boyfriend, Graham, who stared back at her, licking his lips hungrily. "Now a word about the stakes here," said Manny, "We promised Audrey and Patty that they'd have a chance to win back their dignity. So here's the prize." He gestured to a side table that had a box on it. Our box of embarrassing stuff. "The winner of tonight's tourney gets to take this box home tonight. The lovely Audrey here will be our dealer. Simple enough?" My spirits sunk. I already knew just how good Sharon was at poker. Now I'd have to beat the rest of these people as well. The thought of any of them taking that box home was terrifying. I resolved to play as conservatively as possible. I'd immediately fold any hand that didn't have at least one face card. My only chance, I figured, was to let them all eliminate each other. Texas Hold Him Ch. 03 Audrey was dealing out the first hand when she fumbled and a card fell on the table face-up. "Dealer error!" Shouted Graham immediately. "Indeed," said Manny, "I guess she's better at fucking than dealing." "I can confirm that!" laughed Graham. Audrey's blush was spreading down her neck. "Well, dear, you'll have re-deal," said Raj. "Yes!" said Janet, having looked at the card she was just dealt. "And let's make her pay some kind of penalty...to deter any future mistakes," suggested Sharon. "How about she loses the vest?" said Graham, lasciviously. Audrey glared at him. "Yeah, let's see those tits in the flesh!" said Rhonda. The others chimed in agreement. Audrey's fingers shook as she unbuttoned the vest and opened it. The catcalls and other rude noises the guests made caused her to shudder, her nipples fully erect. Quickly she set about picking up the cards and re-dealing. I played the first few hands conservatively, holding back as I watched the chips move around the table from player to player. Graham was a very aggressive player, intimidating the others with consistently large bets. In one hand, Sharon and Raj called what they assumed to be his bluff and each lost nearly half their chips. For my part, I wasn't winning, but I wasn't losing much either. On the next deal, Sharon immediately went all-in. Everyone else folded. I looked at the cards I'd just been dealt: a king and an ace. I had more chips than her, so I wouldn't be eliminated even if I lost. It was just too tempting. I called. We turned over our cards. She had a pair of kings. Shit. The flop made things worse. Another king and deuce and a five. Sharon now had three of a kind to my pair. The turn was an ace. Now I had two pairs. There was palpable tension in the air. All of the sudden there was a shriek from behind us. We turned to see that Doug had finished his drink and had poured his ice cubes on "slut" Bonnie's chest. His pants were unzipped and his very impressive cock was poking out at full attention. "What the hell are you doing, Doug?" asked Janet. "She won't give me a blowjob!" he replied indignantly. "I told you, you need to get my permission if you want to use my slut!" said Reshmi, angrily. "Guys!" said Manny "We're in the middle of game here. Can we settle down? Doug?" "Sorry," said Doug. "I just wanted a..." "Blowjob, yes we all know that now," said Janet. Everyone laughed. "You'll just have to be patient, dear." Janet looked pointedly at me when she said that. I glanced back at Audrey and saw her straightening out the deck in her hand as if she'd been tampering with it. I quickly glanced around at the other players. No one seemed to have noticed. I looked back at my wife. Our eyes met and she nodded almost imperceptibly. "Holy fuck, let's get on with it already!" said Rhonda, turning back to the table. Everyone settled down and Audrey dealt the last card, the "river." It was an ace. Sharon flinched and glared at Audrey suspiciously. Manny said "Patty's full house beats Sharon's full house. You're out of the game, dear." Sharon transferred her glare to me for a moment and then softened, "Well played, Patty." "I...er...Oui, Madame." I stammered, making Sharon laugh. "Well, one thing's clear," she announced, "that box is leaving this house tonight." She headed to fill the other guests' drinks. Over the next hour I played well, winning a few pots. Then Graham lost a big pot to Raj. Suddenly, I realised I was winning. I had more chips than any other player. The next hand was dealt and Graham went all-in. So did Janet and Rhonda and Raj. All eyes were on me. This was a chance to take everyone out at once and win the box back. I looked at my cards: an ace and a three. Calling this bet would be very risky. But again, I had everyone covered, so no matter what, I couldn't be eliminated. In the end, I was about to fold when Audrey gasped and wobbled on her heels. The deck slipped from her hand and fell to the floor, causing a big reaction. "Fucking idiot!" said Graham. What a prick, I thought. No wonder she broke up with him. "Wait a minute," said Manny, "did anyone see any of the cards that fell?" They had fallen under the table so no-one had. "I say she picks up the cards and we play on then," said Raj. Everyone agreed. "But I want to see the dealer penalized again," said Graham, "Let's get the rest of her gear off." Audrey grimaced. "Fine. Just let me get the cards first." She disappeared under the table to pick up the cards. "While you're down there..." joked Raj. Everyone laughed and began to chat about Audrey's cock-sucking ability, as seen on the website earlier that day. That's when I felt a tap on my knee. I didn't dare look down, but I surreptitiously slid one hand down my leg until I felt it, a card being pushed into my hand. My pulse was pounding. I took hold of the card and waited, hoping no one would look at me until Audrey stood back up and placed the deck on the table. "You took your sweet time, honey," laughed Janet, "Afraid to show us your pussy? Don't worry, we all saw lots of it on your web page." Audrey turned around and slid down the boy shorts. There were many rude comments about her ass as she bent over to pull the shorts off. As casually as possible, I raised the card I had palmed, an ace (sweet!) and switched it with the three-card I had been dealt. Then, as I lowered the three-card back down to my lap, I looked around at the other players. They seemed fixated on Audrey, who had startled nearly everyone with her newly shaven pussy. I tried to meet her gaze, but she was looking over my shoulder with dread in her eyes. I turned to see Sharon standing behind me. She was looking at me with a curious, inscrutable expression. Had she seen or hadn't she? Finally she said, "Enjoying the game, Patty?" "Oui Madame," I gulped. "Well let's continue, shall we? I believe it was your turn." "Yes," said Manny, "Everyone else is all-in. Call or fold." My heart racing, I took a breath and said, "I call." I laid my pair of aces on the table and looked at everyone else's hand as they lay their cards down. Graham had a pair of kings, Janet had an ace and a king, Rhonda had a jack and a ten. Raj had an ace and a jack. Being in the winning position, I watched the cards dealt on the table to see if they would change my fate. They didn't. Everything on the table was junk. "Patty and Audrey win their box back." announced Manny, to groans of disappointment from everyone else. "Just a moment," said Sharon, "Patty, what's that in your other hand?" My face and my neck felt like they were on fire as I slowly brought the 3-card up and placed it on the table. "Caught you," Sharon said softly, filling me with the same sense of dread I had seen in Audrey's eyes a minute earlier. "I...I...I don't know how that got there..." I pleaded furiously. I looked plaintively at my naked wife who was shaking and tearful. Cries of "Cheater!" and "Holy Fuck!" filled the room. Graham was looming over me, threatening me with his fists. It was general pandemonium. "Alright, everyone. Calm down!" Manny took charge of the room. He seemed furious. "You two!" he pointed at Audrey and myself, "Stand here, side by side." We walked to the centre of the room and stood next to one another. "Get those clothes off! Everything!" Audrey was still wearing stockings and high heels, her bow tie and visor. She hastily removed these things while I also got undressed. Janet wanted to spank us herself. Reshmi thought the website should be forwarded to more people. As this was going on, guests were calling out their own ideas of how we should be punished. Once we were completely naked, I saw that Sharon had opened a chest of nasty looking supplies. We were blindfolded and led into another part of the basement, which was mustier and had a cold, damp concrete floor. We had our wrists tied together and lashed to our ankles so that we were forced into a kneeling position on the floor. Then ropes were wound around our necks and fastened to the wall. Then we heard most of the guests clearing out of the room. "I can't believe you two dared to cheat on us again!" said Manny, "This is very disappointing. Of course, it's also an opportunity. Sharon and I are going to discuss with the guests what we should do now that you've ruined our game. You can wait here and think about how stupid you are to have done what you did." There were footsteps receding and then the sound of a heavy door slamming shut. Audrey and I shivered in the room, unable to speak. A voice whispered, "Are you guys alright?" "Bonnie?" said Audrey "Shhh! We're not supposed to speak to them," whispered John Wilson, "We're just supposed to guard them." "No, he said we're in charge of them. In charge means whatever we want." Just then I felt a hand come to rest on my upper thigh, causing me to jump slightly in surprise. Bonnie kept talking, "I haven't had a good fuck on my own terms in a long time." Her hand closed around my cock, which was rising against my will. "And here's a nice cock just about ready to go." "I don't know Bonnie. They might be back soon," said John. "Or they might be a while yet." Bonnie's hand was slowly pumping my cock, bringing it to full erection. "Let's just get a quick one, while we can." John seemed to hesitate, so Bonnie continued, "John you saw that video, too. Don't tell me you didn't imagine Audrey's sweet lips wrapped around your dick. When are you going to get another chance like this?" John grunted in response. It sounded like he was warming to the idea. "Guys, please," I interjected, "Aren't we all, you know, equals here?" "Quiet prisoner!" said John, "To answer your question, there's a pecking order. Out there, we might be slaves, but in here, right now, we're the masters and you're the fuckmeat. Aw, fuck it, Bonnie, you're right. We'll never get another chance like this. Open your mouth, honey!" Audrey started to complain but her mouth was quickly stopped by John's cock. After a brief scuffle, I started to hear slurping and sucking sounds that gave me a sinking feeling. Meanwhile, Bonnie found a way to straddle my lap. She pressed her tits into my face and, without prompting, I began to suck on them. I couldn't resist. She lowered herself down onto me so that my cock slid right into her pussy. My mind was screaming no, but my body screamed yes. Though I could barely move, my hips flexed and pushed my cock as deep as it could go. After years of marriage, I was suddenly fucking another woman and I couldn't stop. "That's it," Bonnie purred assertively into my ear, "Fuck me, you little captive bitch." A distant part of mind registered John offering similar encouragement to my wife, which only excited me more. Bonnie and I had only been fucking a minute or so, but I could tell she was already close to cumming. A great deal of pent-up pressure was about to explode in me as well. I struggled to keep some kind of control but I could sense I was on the verge when I heard the door suddenly open. Even through the blindfold, I noticed the flood of light that had entered the area. And there was Manny's voice. "What the fuck...?" Bonnie was past the point of no return. Her body convulsed as her orgasm flooded over me. Her pussy squeezed my cock with incredible pressure. I tried to hold back, but the situation, now compounded by Bonnie's ecstatic moaning in my ear, was too much. With a shudder, I unleashed a torrent of cum into Bonnie's cunt. "I'm sorry," she whispered in my ear, as I felt wave after wave of aftershocks rush through me and into her, "but I needed that so..." "Well, well," came Sharon's voice, "When the cat's away, the mice will play, I see." "Don't worry," said Reshmi, "Our mice will soon be very intimately re-acquainted with the cat." Bonnie was pulled off of me and dragged out of the room along with John, while they furiously protested and apologised at the same time. The door slammed again and I once again sensed total darkness. After a time, my wife said, "Patrick?" in a small voice. "Yeah?" I said. "Were you fucking our neighbour, Bonnie Wilson?" "Yes," I said solemnly, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. She made me." "I know. He made me..." "I know." She paused for a long time and then asked, "Did you like it?" With pang of guilt, I eventually answered, "Yes." We sat in silence for a time and then she said, "Me too." The door opened again. "Alright, you two," said Sharon, "you've certainly caused enough trouble tonight. Time to face the music." Unseen hands grabbed us and hauled us out of the cellar. I blinked at the sudden flood of light as the blindfold was ripped off. We were untied and made to kneel naked in front of the all the guests. When my eyes adjusted, I noticed I that the Wilsons were nowhere to be seen. Everyone was seated, except for Manny and Graham, who was holding a thin bamboo cane. "Here's what we've decided to do with you," began Manny, "First of all, kiss that box of yours goodbye. If you want to look at your own videos and pictures in the future, you can go online along with the rest of the world." "Please," said Audrey, "don't..." Then her pleading turned to a shriek as Graham's cane slapped her on the ass. "Oh, I have wanted to do that for so long," said Graham. "Please interrupt the proceedings again so I can cane you some more." Audrey bit her lip and a tear slid down her face. "As I was saying," Manny continued, "The box is forfeit now. And the website is live. Still, beyond the home page, people will need a subscription to see what depravity you two have been up to. We could make this profitable as well as fun. For us. But we still want to replay the poker tournament. So we've decided on new stakes. The winner will get to take the two of you home for a day or two to make a new video. Whatever they choose to do with you will also get posted on the site. Any questions?" I paused for a moment to take in what he was saying. "Why should we...I mean, what's our incentive to cooperate with this?" "Ah, that's an excellent question," said Manny. "Firstly, we're going to make some good money off of the two of you. Of course you'll see a cut of that eventually. If this is as successful as I think it will be, you could retire that mortgage of yours much sooner than you planned." His logic sounded dubious to me and I was about to object when he continued. "That's the carrot. Here's the stick. There's a lot of perverts out there who'd pay to watch you two in action, but it's a big world. There's no reason to assume anyone else that you know would ever discover your dark secrets. Unless of course we decided you weren't being cooperative enough. Then I suppose we could offer free subscriptions to certain contacts of yours, old friends, family... "Now then, it's time to play cards again, everyone. But first, out of curiosity, let's find out what kind of video you might be making tomorrow. You've all had a chance to think about what you'd like to do with these two. Please, share." After a pause, Janet Simpson spoke up first. "Well, if I win, Doug and I are going to have a lot fun with these two. Did you know Patrick is the only guy at our office who wouldn't have sex with me? Something against MILFs, Patrick? While I go ten rounds with him to set the record straight, Doug is looking forward to popping Audrey's anal cherry." I glanced over at Audrey and saw the startled look of fear in her eyes. "When that's all done, my Doug is going to need a special cock-washing from everyone's favourite sissy maid, here." I dropped my gaze to the floor as everyone applauded Janet's plan. Then Graham spoke up. "I want to win this so I can take these two whores to my place and turn them into true pain sluts. I have some special gear at my place that I have been dying to try out. Nipple clamps, candles, paddles, and whips are just the beginning. I can't wait to capture the look on my sweet ex and her boyfriend's face as they beg me for mercy." The rest of the room ooh'd and aaah'd at this. "You've all seen how we like to humiliate our current slaves," announced Reshmi. "Imagine what we could do with four slaves." "Wouldn't it be fun to see them wrestling each other, for example?" added Raj, "They're so sex hungry, maybe we'd let the winners fuck the losers. I think that would make a very entertaining video." The other guests laughed and agreed. "Well," said Sharon, putting her hand on my shoulder, "This one showed the inklings of some undiscovered talents in my bathroom earlier this evening." I could feel Audrey staring at me as guests chimed their approval. "I think we could make an appealing video exploring those themes a little further." Finally, it was Rhonda's turn. "These two have been looking down on our side of the family for a long time. I think it's time, we had a turn to look down on them. A couple of slaves would be very popular back in the trailer park. Oh I wouldn't want to expose their identities. But if I covered their faces with masks, I could press them into all sorts of services. Maybe I'd leave them tied up in my mom's trailer with the camera hidden - just to see what she'd do with them. Maybe I should invite his mom, too..." The crowd liked that idea. "Well, folks," said Manny, "we all have solid plans for our winnings. Let the games begin!" That's the story so far. I know I'm a very slow writer, but I will start working on another chapter soon. Who should win the tournament? I welcome your suggestions.