0 comments/ 26636 views/ 3 favorites Committed By: Committed By the time she had lost the rest of her clothes Matthew had accumulated $11000, a pretty good profit for his wife's clothes. He had felt extremely uncomfortable watching these men ogling her nakedness and perhaps also felt a little less sure of himself seeing how his wife seemed to be aroused by the situation. Still he had won and they could go home feeling there was a chance to fight another day. He packed up his money and said "I want to thank you Max. That was very sporting of you to give me the opportunity to win back my money. I even made some profit." "The pleasure was all ours. You have a beautiful wife Matt. Are you planning on finishing there?" "Yes I think we will get out while we are on top. Give Lois her clothes back and we will be off." "I'm sorry Matt. I'm not quite with you. I have bought those clothes. She can't have them back now." Matthew just stopped and looked at Max. Suddenly he realised that this game had not been about just watching a strip show where the stripper goes off stage and collects her clothes again afterwards. He had actually sold them and his wife was now behind him naked in a room full of strangers and he had nothing to give her to wear. As these thoughts ran quickly through his mind, Max turned and said "Here let me show you something." Max took them into the next room where they could look out over the nightclub through a one way mirror. It was busy and there were many drunken men there. Between the tables passed girls who were naked apart from a silver clasp that grasped them between their legs. The clasp gripped their flesh so that they looked like Greek goddesses with their jewellery placed over the very essence of their womanhood. The men were very free with the women – kissing them and groping them as they passed. Some of them were laid out across a table and being fucked while nearby a nightclub employee counted cash and waited at a discrete distance. It was true what all the rumours had said about the nightclub being a brothel. "I'm afraid that if you are to leave then you will have to go out through the front door this time. It will mean having to pass through here." "I can't go through there without any clothes on!" They both stared down at the room and realised that a naked woman crossing that room would certainly suffer the attentions of many of the clients long before she could reach the far end. Matthew looked at Max. "What's wrong with the back door?" Max just gave a small shrug. "I'm sorry Matt." They looked at each other and then down into the nightclub once again. They were both doing the calculations. Could they get through to the safety of their car and get home? It was clearly impossible. Lois would definitely be raped and there were too many of them for Matthew to protect her. It was out of the question. Matthew thought about leaving by himself to go and get her some clothes, but then considered what might happen if he should drive off and leave his wife alone and naked in a place like this. That seemed out of the question too. He looked angrily at Max. "OK. Take your money back and give us her clothes back." "I'm sorry Matt, those clothes are not for sale. I bought them fair and square and now I want to keep them." "But we can't go through there!" Max looked at them thoughtfully. He considered his next move and waited for the right moment. He left them to contemplate their position a little longer while he fixed another drink. Matthew and Lois followed him into the next room shouting and begging him to let them out through the back door. Max decided they were ready for the next step. "I see your predicament, believe me. But that was a fair game and you made quite a profit out of it. I really think you should accept the consequences. Still Lois is a nice girl and I would like you to consider the following offer. You need to be free of your debt and I need girls to work in the nightclub. Lois would make a good hostess. She has the figure and Dave tells me she knows how to tease a guy. That's just the kind of material we are looking for. Now it is entirely up to you and you can leave right now if you want, but I wish to propose you the following game. If I win then you Matthew will place this speculum on your wife here in front of us. This is what our girls wear. We then play a second game and if you lose that too then she serves here tonight. If you win either game, Matthew, then we renounce the debt on your restaurant. If you win the first game you can take your wife and her clothes and go home. It is your choice." They both stared in a state of some shock as they looked at the silver speculum he held in his hand. It was large and as well as stretching her open would attract attention from far. It looked grotesquely gothic. Matthew's thoughts whirled. They could not leave without her clothes, yet to win her clothes back they had to gamble so much more. He could not stand the idea of his Lois wearing that sadistic contraption, yet how could he take her naked through a room full of drunken men using and abusing any woman within reach. Lois had just gone cold as she looked at the contraption. She could not think about anything but just stared in morbid fascination. Matthew turned to her and whispered "We have no choice. We have to do this. My God we better win that first game and all this nightmare will be behind us." Through his horror he could not stop thinking of the chance he now had to clear his debt. The very goal he had set out to achieve. If only they win this one important game then everything would be all right. He lost. Max gave him the speculum. It was a silver affair, very ornate with an intricate design. He looked at it and he looked up at his wife. She was starting to shake and he felt so helpless to protect her. He approached her slowly with a look of sorrow on his face. She backed away from him. Suddenly she was scared of her lover rather than these men. They stood around a silent menace, but it was him, her lover whom she had trusted and come to this place feeling he would protect her. It was he who now approached her naked body and he who would insert this foul thing into her. She pictured herself being opened by him in front of all these strangers. She felt the betrayal, and she felt her dampness between her legs appalled at her own excitement as much as what was being demanded of her. She realised that it was no longer just these strangers who were placing these unforgivable demands upon her, but that it was now her lover too. It was as if they were just there as silent witnesses to a private sacrifice. Her lover asked her to get up on the table. She felt the presence of the two large men behind her and knew she had no means of escape. She was confronted by the expectations of all these people. The air seemed to tingle with the sexuality of the moment and she knew she could do nothing but comply. If she struggled she may be hurt, but she would not escape this torment. Did she delay because she could not face what was about to happen? Or did she delay to savour this charged atmosphere that seemed to electrify her body in repulsion and desire? She felt the material on the tabletop against her bottom and the hardness of the wood beneath against her neck. She flexed her knees opening herself to the world freely and on her own. How could she cope with the shame? She could feel his hands between her thighs and felt the coldness of the metal as he pressed it to her. She felt its slow insertion. She realised that he hadn't lubricated it at all. She realised that he hadn't needed to. She felt her face burn with the humiliation that her arousal was being forced step by slow step into more obvious demonstration for everyone. She felt her opening pull under tension and knew she was being spread garishly open. She no longer had any power to deny herself. It had been forced from her by steel and the expectant eyes around her. She lay there as they pulled her legs down and tied each to a leg of the table, trying to imagine she was in a doctor's surgery undergoing a routine examination. Yet the crowd of people about her and the sexual chemistry in the room denied her even this escape. She could just lie there and picture herself as if she was a fly on the wall watching herself and willing herself to be spread rudely wide on a gaming table, with her labia drawn brutally wide and being inspected by a crowd of unknown men. The contraption had a front plate that fitted over her mound and had five ornate silver fingers that dug into her flesh just above her mound. At the back were two strong prongs that dug into the flesh of her buttocks just above where her thighs joined. She felt them approach her and stare into her love channel. She felt the coldness of the air on her slick channel and she felt their interested gaze penetrate her and their thoughts fuck her. Some hard and demanding, others like caresses. Was it their imagination that fucked her or her own? Did it matter, she felt like a cheap whore there to be used. She was no longer a person at the gaming table but just a fuck hole that anyone could approach and nothing could be denied. Max approached. "She looks much better from this angle." He reached down and inserted a finger almost abusively without passion. He pressed her G spot and with casual interest watched her arch her back to try and press her cervix down onto his hand. "Yes she is good merchandise. Time for the next game." Matthew felt sick and powerless. What had he done? The men moved off and sat around the card table. She was there a player at the table yet it was her open and dripping cunt that played at the table. No one cared about her. No one looked at her face. This was about control of her cunt and one thing seemed certain that whoever one this game, she would never have control of her cunt again. She lay back and closed her eyes trying to escape her predicament, but found she was prey to her own imagination when no other stimulus was available. She could picture herself spread before them as they played cards. She could see their stares as every so often they would turn and fuck her with their thoughts. She could see herself naked and tied, open and available and she longed for someone to literally fuck her. She longed to feel her entrance concealed, covered by a thick dick demanding entrance. She longed for that feeling of normality to desire and have a man fill her and urgently probe her. To demand and take her and empty himself in her. She felt it would be an absolution. Anything rather than this lying there available, open, ready and waiting yet spurned. It was as if she was demanding them to fuck her and they were having to think about it. It was not her in control. She had put everything literally on the table and they were examining what she had to offer and considering her proposal. Merchandise – that was the word he had used, and they would decide if and when they fucked her. It was out of her hands now. She was just there available. The second game was lost and Max approached. He showed her a small penis-like silver bullet and explained to her that it had a screw thread at its base that fitted the speculum. She would feel it rotate as they screwed it in place and she would feel the slow penetration of it as it moved up her channel. She would beg for it to go further, but it was short and when fully in place would rest lightly against her G spot. As she walked about she would feel it tap against that knot of nerves and she would be kept aroused by it, but because it did not penetrate her fully, she would not reach an orgasm. She was to be left in a fever pitch of arousal. This way she would try and attract the attentions of the people in the nightclub to satisfy her own hunger as much as theirs. He took great delight in showing her the small D ring on the end and explaining how he had devised this himself. There were two small chains on the speculum that would be threaded through this ring and padlocked in place. He showed her the small padlock – also silver, also ornate with the same intricate pattern. It was explained to her that she would not be able to close her legs with this contraption on, and that as she walked about the padlock would hang most obviously in the base of her little triangle to which anyone's attention would be immediately drawn by the ornate metal that encased it. The metal not only would force itself within her and excite her unremittingly, but would also draw everyone's attention to this fact. She would find and get used to the fact that people at the club she approached would not look at her face as she would normally expect. Their eyes would be drawn to this contraption and they would stare at her padlocked cunt as they spoke to her. Thus would she come to realise that she was not a person with any ideas or thoughts that would be of concern to anyone else. Her one function would be to serve the customers with her cunt and she would be there, always aroused and ready for anyone who would purchase her key to unlock the tormenting penis within her so that they might introduce themselves into her. Once they were finished one of the men would come over and take the key and reinsert this penis and lock it back in place. She would then resume her duties of serving customers at the club. If any of them reached out to fondle her breasts she was to stop and turn to them so that they might continue and she was always to smile and accept whatever foul things they may say to her. This would arouse them more and make them more likely to purchase her key. As these things were being explained to her, a seamstress had entered and was fitting a corset about her waist. It was quite narrow of a black shear material. It was strongly whaleboned and the boning dug into her flesh as she tightened it. Lois was made to lean over the table and her hands gripped the edges of the table as she felt the intolerable pressure push the air out of her lungs. When she got up she was taken over to a tall mirror where she could look at herself. The first thing she noticed was how her body in the corset was made to taper more towards her groin and her wide hips and narrowing legs accentuated the region of her groin. There she could she the silver work like a hand dug into her and the shine and ornate character of the metal made it the focal point. She found that she herself was staring at her cunt rather than her own face. She felt herself pried open. She felt the metal digit sunk into her as her legs were forced apart. The metal was not very big and its smallness accentuated the end of her body and her wide triangle at the base of her torso. She could see very visibly how the prongs sank into her flesh and she felt the tightness of the grip as it held her flesh at the front and around her buttocks at the back. She felt it was like an alien that had impaled itself onto her cunt and could not be dislodged. She tried to contract her opening but found the steel of the speculum irresistible and she became aware of the penis object that knocked against her as she walked. It was true that she was very aroused and she cursed herself for that. She was already falling into the mindset that her arousal was no longer her affair but someone else would dictate it. She had a look of resignation on her face. The corset was stiff and her waist was greatly reduced. She admired her figure as she saw how her breasts were pushed up and their availability was accentuated by the whiteness of her naked flesh in contrast to the black material that encased her waist. Even that material was not a protection, as it was drawn so tight over her that it was like a second skin. It was as if she were naked, but her flesh had been transformed into this black unforgiving material. At the top of the corset between her breasts was a small silver ring which made a perfect O that stood out in contrast with the black background. It seemed to signify to her mind her open cunt and was a reminder of her availability to anyone who looked on her. The base of the corset came to a point above her navel forming a narrow V, pointing the way down her abdomen. This V was also encased in a silver trim so that this arrow's significance could not be missed. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her lover's voice. He was quarrelling and shouting and demanding they release her. She just listened impassively. Somehow putting this contraption on her had taken from her her own willpower and she listened as others decided her fate. Max was talking. She had yet to wear a collar and wrist bracelets. He held them in his hand. Three round rings of silver, about a quarter of an inch wide. In contrast to the objects she wore, these were smooth and undecorated. At one point in the ring the silver had been bent to form flat plates. To put the rings around her neck and wrists they would need to be forced apart at these plates and the lack of give in the metal would make it difficult and a little painful to put on, especially around the neck. Once on, however, he showed her lover what looked like a large pair of pliers. There was a lead connected to them and Max was explaining that these would be used to weld the two plates together. They would provide a localised high temperature that would melt the metal, but she would not be harmed by it. She would feel the proximity of the heat, but it would not mark her. Once done, however, it would not be possible to remove the rings. They would signify the club's ownership of her. They did not have to go through with this. Matt could leave now and collect Lois at the end of the night when the club closed, "Alternatively, we could play one last game. If I win this game then I keep the girl and we place the rings on her. If you win, however, then you can choose to take her back with you and we remove everything and give her back her clothes. What do you say?" This seemed to calm her lover down . Once again in order to regain normality he had to risk something still worse. As they played she was told to go off and fix drinks for everyone. She felt totally superfluous. They were playing for her and it was her future at stake, yet she had to trust in her lover. She knew nothing of this game. As she moved about the room she felt the inner pounding of her G spot and she quaked silently inside wishing she could squeeze her legs together. Wishing she could insert her own fingers and make herself cum. She now desperately needed to cum, and this inability to satisfy herself reminded her constantly that she was now someone else's property. Her mind seemed numb at the idea as if she could not take it in, but although the idea in her head terrified her, her constant arousal made it all seem less bad. She served the drinks and Max told her to lie face down on the other card table so she could look at the floor over the far edge of the table. She once again complied and spread herself so that everyone playing at the table could see the padlocked chains that held the penis that had been screwed into her. It lay passively resting against her G spot and she found she could not think of anything except her arousal and her inability to satisfy herself. She hoped the game would end soon. She secretly hoped her lover would lose as she fantasised about all those members of the club who could buy her. She was to be constantly available to any of them and at this precise moment she wanted all of them, one after the other. She could not imagine ever feeling satisfied of her sexual lust. Her lover came over and knelt beside her head. "Its OK", he whispered. "I won. We can go home." She felt a wave of disappointment as the fear within her subsided. She had been through such a roller-coaster of fear and excitement. She had really liked the way she looked and her cunt at the mercy of this silver hand buried so deep within her was an image that would haunt her for the rest of her life. She could not imagine going back to a normal relationship again. She had experienced something of the dark passions that ran deep within her. They had been let free by this fantastical evening and she doubted that she ever wanted to exchange this for normality again. As she lay there she heard voices. Max was talking with her lover.