1

Greg's front door was made of thick patterned glass that broke up the light, making it difficult to tell what was on the other side; but when Mandy rang the doorbell she noticed a splotch of tan color moving and knew someone had been kneeling in the foyer on the other side of the door. Obviously, Greg had tasked one of his slaves with waiting for her arrival.

It was almost enough to make Mandy feel guilty for being so late-but not quite.

She figured, if the girl didn't want to kneel on the floor for hours she shouldn't have become part of Greg's stable of slaves. Mandy certainly hadn't liked it, and she'd left.

Yet now she'd come back? Why?

The answer was easy. It all boiled down to money, didn't it?

Maybe there was something more-but no, she and Greg were definitely over; had been for almost a year. She had broken free of his crazy lifestyle, found herself a normal girlfriend-at least for a while-just the kind of cute little submissive that Mandy liked. Of course, that had always been a big part of the problem: she and Greg liked the same kind of girls, and Mandy definitely wasn't submissive enough to be one of them.

Mandy really liked the girl who was opening the door for her now. Apparently she was a new recruit, exactly what Greg liked: thin, like Mandy, with long coltish legs. She was wearing one of those sexy little maid's uniforms that expose more than they cover. Mandy had worn one just like it a few times, and she wondered if this girl felt the same humiliation she always had. Good riddance, she thought, and yet she couldn't help feeling a traitorous stab of hollow jealousy that sliced through her heart as she realized just how pretty the girl looked in her little outfit. That was silly, of course; Mandy didn't have those kinds of feelings for Greg anymore. She shouldn't have let herself have those kinds of feelings when she was here. She still couldn't understand how Greg had talked her into his stable in the first place? The very idea was ludicrous when she thought about it. It was one of the things she puzzled over frequently. How could two people be so totally incompatible and yet feel so right together at times? It was as if Greg knew her too well. He'd always been able to play her, as if she was a piano and he was the concert pianist who owned her.

Yes, my own little dick concerto, she thought, smiling without amusement.

The slave girl who had answered the door didn't speak. With that gag in her mouth she couldn't. Instead, she turned and silently led the way into the house; Mandy followed, watching her ass sway. Six-inch heels will do that to a girl, but she obviously worked that sexy strut a little more than she had to.

When they came to a set of double door she opened them and ushered Mandy into the library.

"You're late," Greg said as he placed the book he was reading on the coffee table and stood up to greet her.

She didn't bother making an excuse. She didn't have to any more and Greg hated that-he'd always been a stickler for being on time.

He was glancing approvingly down the length of her lanky body, taking note of the casual midriff and the tight pair of short-shorts she was wearing. "That'll do," he decided.

That was his way of indicating she wouldn't have to change for the shoot.

"I thought we'd stage the abduction scene right here," He said, "Like I told you on the phone, I want this to look as realistic as possible so don't worry if anything breaks; I've already removed anything of real value. And don't worry about hurting the other actor. I want you to really struggle. In fact, if you can keep my hired gun from tying you up for the first five minutes, I'll give you the twenty thousand I promised, without doing the dungeon scene."

"I don't think my chances are very good," Mandy said.

"Of course not! The idea is to give you incentive, not throw my money away. But if my guy can't take you down in the first five minutes he obviously doesn't deserve the job. Not that he knows about the time limit, I just thought of that, but he knows I'm not interested in a video on mixed wrestling." Greg gestured towards the book he'd been reading. "Why don't you lie on the couch and read some erotica-it's actually a reasonably good book, you might even enjoy it. And feel free to play with yourself if you get in the mood."

As Mandy took her seat on the couch, he gestured towards a window that was open. "Our kidnapper will come through that window and sneak up behind you."

"Wouldn't I hear him?"

"You'll be wearing this pair of headphones," he said, pointing to a bulky head set that looked like oversized ear muffs. They were obviously one of those old-fashioned cordless radio units. "So babe, you ready to give it a try?"

Mandy looked around the room, a little baffled. "Where's the camera?"

"Your assailant will bring that with him," Greg said, as he took a glass from the tray his door slave had just brought him. "I told you, I want everything to look as authentic as possible. So, just get into character and we'll begin?"

She shrugged. "Sure, why not?" She said as she sat down on the couch and began propping the pillows up against the armrest.

"It won't look natural if you're not sipping on a drink." Greg handed her the glass he was holding. "Your favorite; fuzzy nave," he said as he placed the book of erotica on the night stand beside her. Mandy took a deep long drink to calm her nerves; then scooted down on the couch, making sure to drag her back against the fabric a little so the tight knit fabric of her midriff would ride up a little higher than it normally would on her flat belly. Holding it with one hand, she took the book and placed it high on top of her chest so that it wouldn't block too much of the view, for whoever might be watching.

"That's great," Greg said. "I'll see you again in a few hours.

Mandy was surprised-Greg had warned that the session was going to get a little heavier than the usual video scenes she'd done for him in the past-hence the hefty payday-but it hadn't occurred to her that someone else might be the one fucking her.

She wasn't quite certain how she felt about that.

"Oh," she said, secretly trembling since this was her last chance to back out. "What about that little pill you mentioned?"

"Trust me, babe. That will come later."

She lay back and cracked open the book, giving him one last nervous look as she settled down to read. She sure hoped this was going to be worth the extra money.


2

Greg might have been right about the book of erotica being pretty good, but Mandy just couldn't keep her mind focused on it; although she hoped she was doing a reasonably convincing job of faking it. She worked her fingers teasingly against her crotch. Sliding her fingers under the edge of her panties she found her clit and pressed gently down, rolling her fingers in a slow circular motion as she tried to encourage her sexual interest to wake up.

The problem was that she couldn't stop wondering what she'd gotten herself into. Was he planning to film a bound gang bang? Or maybe he planned something disgusting, like doing a little water sports. He'd said she might be a little sore in the morning. Not that the idea of being filmed having sex bothered her. She'd already made a fair number of internet porn videos, which hadn't been half bad, and a couple more of Greg's bondage videos that she hadn't enjoyed at all, but paid a little better. She'd definitely gotten paid less for worse jobs, even if she did prefer being with other girls. It didn't bother her that guy were watching her and whacking off while someone else was fucking her naked body. It wasn't all that different from being a model, except they didn't get to have an orgasm while they worked?

But this felt different, somehow.

This was something she didn't quite understand, and sometimes it almost seemed as if Greg wanted it that way.

He'd known she was broke, of course; more than broke-she'd won some money gambling and had used it to put a deposit down on a house she now realized she couldn't afford. If only her last little friend hadn't suddenly moved out, along with her share of the rent. It didn't help that she'd been unable to find real work for almost a month now. In a last ditch effort, she'd gone back to Marvin, her bookie, but this time luck hadn't been on her side; somehow, before she knew it, she owed more than over 100,000 dollars. Even if she got paid for a few porn videos the vig would eat up what she made faster than she could earn it.

As usual, it was Greg who she reluctantly allowed to rescue her.

He had volunteered to give her the money she needed to get out from under her debt. "All you've got to do," he said, "is make a few movies for me. We'll start with six, and I'll give you a cool twenty thousand for each one."

Mandy's eyes had gotten real big when she heard that-it was more than four times what she normally made doing one of his regular gigs.

"Why six movies?" she asked, "I only owe a hundred thousand."

"Yeah, but you've got your regular expenses and it will take about a month or so to make them, so although you'll be paying down your debt, the vig will keep adding up. The extra twenty will help you get ahead of the game."

"I don't know, Greg," she said, not wanting to sound too eager, "We both know, I'm really not into pain."

"That's exactly why I want your gorgeous body for this particular shoot," he said. "I want the realism of... real pain... real screaming and real squirming. And the beauty is that when you wake up you won't remember a damned thing. It'll be just like it never happened. Like when you go in for surgery and they put you under anesthesia. What does it matter what they do to you, as long as you can't remember, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Simple, I slip you a drug that basically puts you out. You're walking around but you don't know what's happening."

"I don't see how..."

"It blocks your minds ability to process cognitive thinking and form new memories. Your body keeps functioning normally, but as long as you're taking the drug there's a disconnect with your conscious mind. It doesn't process the information so your body still reacts when it feels pain and you still scream, but consciously you just don't feel it. And when the session is over you literally don't remember anything."

"You're talking about that Zombie pill? I saw on the news about how white slavers have been using it to make mindless slaves."

Greg gave an odd sort of head gesture that was somewhere between a shrug and a nod. "It's not the same drug. Those are rather debilitating and permanent." he said, "but I suppose you could say that it is a not so close relative. I mean, I'm not a pharmacist. But it's a newly developed drug that puts you out of it in sort of the same way-only not permanent."

"And how do I know you won't sell me?"

"What?" Greg said with a mocking frown, "You think I want to turn you into some kind of mindless sex slave?"

Mandy chuckled. "After our relationship, do you even need to ask?"

Greg answered with a playful chuckle of his own. "If I were going to turn you into a mindless sex slave I'd want to keep you for myself and I don't think Randy would let me live very long if I tried to do that."

"My brother wouldn't care if I disappeared; he doesn't give a shit about me anymore. Not since... well, you know."

"He may not like your life-style choices," Greg said, "but if you don't come back 100 percent healthy, I don't think I'd be healthy very long either, if you know what I'm saying."

"Yeah," Mandy sighed. Greg was probably right about that. Randy might want to kill her sometimes, but he wasn't about to let anyone else do it for him.

"I still don't trust you enough to take a drug that alters my mind that much."

Greg pursed his lips in amused chagrin. "That's why we'll sign an air-tight contract that's legally binding. It will spell everything out. The morning after each session, if you don't report to your own lawyer at the agreed upon time, he calls the cops and they come and lock me up. No offense, sweetie, but I'm not going to go to jail just to own you. So what could be safer?"

"What makes you think it's safe?" Many asked, still not entirely convinced. "You said yourself that it's a new drug-which means untested. You might not want to turn me into a vegetable, but that doesn't mean it might not happen."

"Trust me babe, if I thought there was any chance of that I wouldn't be willing to sign those legal documents. Your family would be able to sue me for millions of dollars if anything happens." He shrugged. "Look, this stuff might not actually be approved by the FDA (since it isn't exactly legal) but I know a pharmacist who is a close friend of mine-he's the one I'm getting the drug from, cause he's using it in a study that's being funded by the government-and he's assured me, with the vow of his own life, that the effects are completely transient with absolutely no long term side-effects. It's no more dangerous than those shots you get when you go to the dentist."

"As I recall, those tend to hurt a lot!"

"For a moment, maybe, but then they block the pain so you don't feel anything, right? And more importantly, your mouth always works just fine the next day. Doesn't it?"

She scowled at him.

"I'm being completely honest with you, Mandy. In fact, the drug works pretty much the same way the dentist's shot does, it just targets the brain instead of the body. It works on the conscious side of the brain and prevents the normal chemical signals from finding their target. When the drug wears off the effects are totally gone, because there's nothing blocking the receptors anymore. My friend assumes me that it's as safe as any drug can possibly be."

Mandy sighed, bringing her mind back to the present as she pressed one of her fingers against her clit, trying to work her worries out, but she could tell it wasn't working. Greg was always so good at manipulating her into doing what he wanted, even when he knew she didn't want to do it. Going out with him that first time had been a lot like that. Deep down she'd known it wouldn't work; that she wasn't into guys-she fucked them in the videos because that's what paid but she didn't want to date them. Even worse, she'd known he was a Dom, just like her-only (she hated to admit it) a little better. He had a lot of practical experience that she didn't have. She didn't have the money to buy a fully equipped dungeon. Nor did it help that she was shy. She faked it pretty well sometimes; after all it wasn't hard to meet girls who wanted to have sex with you when you frequented gay bars. She had plenty of offers, just not the right kind. The kind of girls who tried to pick her up were usually not her type; and they were almost never eager to let her do the kinds of things she wanted to do to them.

Mandy didn't think that Greg knew where to find girls like that either, he was just better at talking regular girls into doing what he wanted. She'd known from the beginning it wouldn't work between them, and yet it hadn't taken him long to convince her (not only to go out with him but) to experiment a little with pain. Not just by being in his videos, but by actually becoming one of his house slaves: 24/7.

How insanely crazy was that?

And yet, she did trust him. She'd used her safe-word often enough to know that when she said 'stop' he always stopped. And despite the fact that the way she'd left him had been a bit of a bitch move-packing up all her shit while he was away on business, so he wouldn't be able to talk her out of it-he'd still helped her out of more than a few jams since then.

So why was she so nervous?

"You finished with those panties?"

Mandy looked up in alarm as she realized that two men were standing right over her. One was hiding behind a camera that he was pointing at her; and the other, who she recognized as her bookie, Marvin, had just ripped off her headphones. He was the tall, dark and athletic type. It wasn't his fault he'd missed the handsome gene, but apparently he tried to make up for it by looking perpetually angry.

For a moment Mandy wondered if Greg had already slipped her the stupid-drug because she couldn't seem to make her mind work. Beside Marvin the man holding the news-quality camera on his shoulder zoomed in on her face. She understood that; she'd been waiting for someone like that. But what was Marvin doing here?

She realized her mouth had fallen open and tried to shut it but she couldn't quite make it happen. Somewhere in the back of her mind it occurred to her, vaguely, just how clever it had been for Greg to let Marvin be the guy. It was definitely a surprise. She wondered if he knew that she couldn't stand the man!

As far as she could tell Marvin didn't like her much either. He certainly hadn't been warm and fuzzy when she tried to convince him to let her work off some of her debt in trade.

"If I'd wanted to hire a hooker," he'd said, "I would have gone looking for one."

For some reason that angered Mandy a lot more than it should have. "If you'd come looking for me," she's shot back, "you wouldn't have been able to afford me."

"Just have what you owe by next Friday," he'd said.

She'd been too flustered to argue. It didn't seem wise to insult your bookie, especially when you owed him a lot of money. "I'll have it," she'd said... and she had that first time. But the thing about the vig was that it was designed to keep growing-fast. Like any loan, the longer it took you to pay it off, the more you had to pay, and often what you paid on the vig was a lot more than the amount of the actual loan.

"I thought maybe you'd scream when you saw me," Marvin said with a smile.

He already grabbed her wrist in his beefy palm before her brain caught up with the rest of her and she finally did scream. She tried to pull away, but Marvin was a big guy. He had to outweigh her by at least seventy pounds, and tugging against him was like trying to move a parked semi. Her feet got farther than the rest of her before she tumbled backwards onto the couch; then Marvin pulled on her arm, dragging her over the back of the couch. His free hand stuffed a wad of cloth into her mouth, even as she tried to scream again. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that it was Greg holding the camera. That didn't surprise her. He was grinning as he zoomed in on her face-or maybe that wasn't her face. Suddenly her eyes were drawn back to Marvin as she felt the blade of a knife pricking at her throat.

"Wah deh yoh wahnh?" she asked through the makeshift, but effective wad of cloth, as she looked up at his dark beady eyes. She'd never seen them twinkle quite like that before, but if that was a smile it didn't quite reach his lips. That look suddenly made her wonder; did he dislike her enough to want her dead? Maybe this wasn't going to be what Greg had promised after all?

Marvin didn't answer; he just slipped a noose around her neck then leaned down to tie the rope around one of the couch legs. Mandy, however, didn't wait to see what he'd do next. Without even realizing how she did it, she slid herself backwards so her back was centered over the back of the couch, then she rolled backward, using both the couch and Marvin to support her weight. She landed on the floor with all fours. Quickly she reached up and removed the rope from around her neck then she tried to before Marvin could react.

One step was all the further she got before he tackled her from behind.

Pressing his knee sharply into the small of her back, he pulled her arms behind her and snapped cuffs on her wrists. Then he turned around and grabbed her ankles and clapped a second pair of cuffs on them too.

"Throw me that bag," Marvin said.

Greg kicked it over with his foot and Marvin pulled out a length of rope which he used to cinch Mandy's wrists and ankle together until they were literally touching.

"That ought to do the trick," he said, as he rolled her onto her side and slapped the inside of her thigh hard enough to make her world turn white with pain for just an instance. She couldn't even draw a breath to scream it hurt so much.

Slowly it faded, and she realized that Marvin hadn't wasted any time. He was already cutting away her clothes. Her blouse was already lying in tatters on the floor around her and he was working on her shorts now, rocking her body with the force of his efforts as he cut away the cloth. With the cuffs pulling at her wrists and ankles, it was more than she could do to keep her legs together. It was undignified, but she tried scrunching her middle together to take some of the pressure off her limbs, so that she could keep her legs from spreading so wide. That didn't last long before her back muscles began to spasm. It was no use. If it wasn't her own weight, it was his hand in her back forcing her back down onto her stomach-and forcing her legs to splay back apart, so that her ravaged shorts were an easy target. Pulling them out of the way he grabbed a handful of panties and gave a tug; lifting her up into a not too painful (but somewhat unbecoming) wedgie for a few seconds before cutting the cloth away and letting the weight of her body pull the cloth from between her legs as she settled back onto her stomach.

Marvin just laughed as she made another ineffectual effort to protect herself.

"Oh, you're going to get fucked alright," he said as he pushed her legs the rest of the way apart. "And I think it's about time we got started."

He flipped her over onto her back, ignoring her cries of protest as he reached down and savagely pinched one of her nipples between thumb and finger, giving it a couple of none to playful tugs.

"Ah Wanh my dwugs," She growled angrily.

"What's that?" Marvin chuckled. "Do you want you medication now? Think it's about time to start forgetting, do you?"

"Yeth," Mandy groaned vigorously into her gag, while doing her best imitation of a nod.

"Sorry bitch, but you don't get that just yet." He pulled the wad of cloth from her mouth. "Not until I get a piece of you," he said as he held up a large metal ring-gag. "So open wide."

When she clamped her lips together, he pinched her nipple again, this time applying even more pressure than before. When she screamed, he shoved the gag between her teeth, so she couldn't clamp down again. Her teeth would chip on the metal if she bit down too hard and this allowed him to wedge his fingers inside. She could taste his dirty hands as he pried her mouth open by twisting the heavy metal ring inside her mouth. She couldn't fight it and a few moments later he had it secured snuggly in place.

Now, he placed his large hand against her flat belly and slowly slid his fingers down towards the light tuff of hair on her mound. As his hand worked its way between her legs, he slid his fingers deep inside her, cruelly working her over with quick, shallow strokes. When he was done, he stuck his fingers in her mouth, but she refused to lick them clean, so he wiped them on her face.

"I guess she doesn't like the taste of cum either?"

"Not really," Greg said. "I never could get her to swallow unless it was for a movie shoot."

"Good," Marvin said, as his large cock sprang free from his pants and somehow that one response chilled her as much as anything else that had happened so far. He turned around and carefully knelt down over her face, with his ass over her nose and one hand clamping down on one of her breasts for balance. He guided his cock into her mouth. She tried to resist: to twist her head to the side, but his feet were wedged tightly against the sides of her head. His large pulsing member loomed over her as he angled the head of his cock towards the waiting hole.

"Uhuh," she began in protest, but his dick slide easily inside her mouth, cutting off the sound. She gagged as he forced his glands all the way to the back of her throat; then he pressed even harder and she could feel the head of his penis scraping over her tonsils then sliding deeper down her throat. Her gag reflex made her retch, but there was no escape. It just squeezed his length as her muscles danced in spasms. He pumped in and out a few times then let his full weight settle over her face. His ass cheeks covered her face cheeks as her nose pressed against his puckered asshole.

She gagged and choked and tried to spit him out-but her head was against the floor and he refused to move. It didn't take long before she began to need air. In desperation, she tried to buck him off, arching her back and straining against the cuffs, which cut savagely into her wrists and ankles-but he just reached forward and pinched both of her nipples between his fingers. She couldn't scream as he pinched and pulled, even if her air passage hadn't been cut off she wouldn't have had enough air. The lack of oxygen was beginning to make her feel light headed. She hardly even noticed the gag reflex any more.

And then, just before she thought she was going to pass out, he pulled away from her. Not all the way out-but enough to let her gasp for air. Then he sat back down on her again. The next time he rose up it was to rock his body forward so that he could tongue her clit while he was pumping into her mouth.

After what seemed like an eternity of pumping, while she tried desperately to catch up with her breathing, she felt the warmth of his cum shooting down the back of her throat. Only then did he finally pull out of her.

"Time to do her," Greg said as he handed Marvin a needle. "If we wait too long she might actually remember something."

"I suppose you're right," Marvin said, as he took the hypodermic needle. "We should be extra careful this first time." He jabbed her in the neck and squeezed the plunger. "Tomorrow, Greg, I want you to question her. See how much she actually remembers. Next time we can adjust when we give her the drug so there isn't as much wasted time. After all, I want to get maximum bang for my buck."

"Don't want to cut these sessions any shorter than we have to," Greg agreed.

"Come on," Marvin said. "Help me get her down into your dungeon where I can do some real damage."

"Good idea."

Without uncuffing her, they picked her up by the elbows and knees-with her belly hanging down-and carried her through the house, down the stairs and into the dungeon. They placed her knees on the edge of a low, sturdy table then let her rock back onto her ankles. Her knees squeaked across the wooden surface as her legs were forced to spread out by the weight of her body settling. This left her in a sitting position with her ankles beside her thighs and her ass pressing against the cool surface of a metal table.

Marvin left her balancing there as he selected some toys from their hooks on the wall. He was playing with a pair of nipple clamps as he came back, prying the jaws open so he could remove the little, black, rubber caps that covered the rows of teeth. He stretched her nipples out and attached the clamps. As they bite into her flesh, she gasped, but Marvin wasn't satisfied and began turning the adjusting screws to tighten them even more.

"Don't worry," Marvin said as he flicked the clamps a few times. "We'll put some weight on these puppies as soon as we get you upright." Then he turned to Greg and said, "Give me a hand, will you?"

"Sure," Greg said, eager to comply. While Marvin had been working on her, he'd been attaching the camera to a tripod so he wouldn't have to hold it by hand any more.

"Bring over that wedge of wood on the bench over there... Good, now when I lift her up, place it under her ass. Ready?"

When Greg nodded Marvin placed his hands under Mandy's arms and lifted her up while Greg slid the wedge of wood under her crotch. When he set her back down, her ass was two inches higher, centered right over the smoothly sanded wedge of wood. Her new position pulled her arms down even further. To keep her weight off her crotch and prevent the cuffs from cutting as deeply into her skin, she was forced to arch her back while trying to rock her hips forward to relieve some of the pressure there. This left her pubic mound feeling raised and exposed, as if her cunt were sticking up in the air. And it didn't help that her legs were spread so wide.

For a few moments, she wondered if they had raised her up simply to make it easier to fuck her-her hips were just about at the right height-but she didn't think she would be that lucky. They were planning something more devious; something she wouldn't like nearly as much. And she was beginning to wonder when that damned drug was going to finally kick in. Surely, she thought, it should have begun to work by now.

Greg hung the promised weights from her nipples, while Marvin showed up with a pair of scissors and began snipping her pubic hairs. Then she watched as Greg retrieved a can of shaving cream.

It was cold as he sprayed it on her pubic mound, but it warmed as Marvin quickly smeared it around, covering her with a thick layer of lather. The alcohol content stung just a bit as his fingers slipped into her more delicate folds and back further over the crack of her ass. Then Marvin used a straight edged razor to shave off all her hair. Despite her initial concerns, Marvin proved to have a sure and steady hand and the razor strangely erotic as it slid across her slick flesh. Afterwards her skin tingled; it felt cool and totally exposed and she was just beginning to be glad they hadn't fucked her after all when Marvin slapped his hand hard across her crotch. She flinched against the harsh sting and just when it had begun to subside he slapped her again, not quite as hard this time, but he followed it up with several more quick slaps in a steady succession that quickly built to an almost unbearable intensity. It left her clit screaming louder than she was.

"Better get used to that," Marvin said, "Because today I'm going to employ the SDS technique." He slapped her cunt a few more times. "You know what that is, don't you?"

When she didn't answer he slapped her really hard again, and answered for her. "It stands for the 'Same Damned Spot,' and tonight, I promise you, your going to get all the TLC you can stand. In your case, that stands for 'Tender Little Cunt'. He slapped her several more times. "That's why we shaved you. We didn't want that hairy bush of yours to buffer our beaver whacker. We want that poor little pussy of yours to feel the full sting of every blow."

"Whehn do da dwugs kickh ihn?" Mandy asked, as she looked pleadingly over at Greg.

"Oh, I'd say they'll probably kick in," he said watching her with a smug little smile, "in say, an hour to an hour and thirty minutes or so."

Her eyes flew open in alarm. "Vut yew sahd..."

"Oh, I didn't lie about most of that. You really won't remember a damned thing in the morning. It was just the part about not feeling what was happening to you during ...I mean, honestly, you didn't really believe I could turn you mind off and then turn it back on, did you?"

"Vut..."

"Don't worry, you don't have to thank me... because you're not going to remember any of this anyway... but let's face it, you wouldn't have had the balls to pull the trigger if you'd known the truth. And then your friend Marvin here would have gotten his chance with you anyway, only he wouldn't have been limited to not doing any permanent damage."

"Don'h do me anee mour thavhers,"

"Don't worry," Marvin said with a smile. "I certainly don't plan on doing you any favors." And he slapped her hard again with a flat leather strap, right on the same damn spot.

"Argh!" she screamed, pulling convulsively against her cuffs. God, another full hour of this shit, she moaned internally, not certain if she could stand it. But she knew that somehow she would have to-she didn't have any choice. She could opt out of the next session-that was the way the contract was written: she had the choice to opt out before each and every session, but once it began she was committed.

Only now that she knew how they'd tricked her there was no way she would agree to do this again.

"Here," Greg said, "Let me help you out with that," and he slapped a whip hard across the flat of her belly, just as Marvin's strap landed-lickety-splat-on her clit.

She gritted her teeth against the pain, as Greg leaned forward to admire the red welt his stroke had just left on her stomach. "I always wanted to give you a little TLC," he said, "And now I can give it to you over and over again."

Maybe once, she thought, but there's no way you're ever doing this to me again!

Then she had a horrible thought. It suddenly occurred to her that she wouldn't remember any of this; so there wouldn't be any reason for her not to let them do this again, over and over and over. Greg might even convince her to let them do it more than just the six times he'd written into the original contract. With no memory of what had happened it would seem like easy money.

"No!" Mandy screamed, pulling wildly at her bonds.

Both men smiled as they realized that she finally understood; then they slapped her again on the same damned spot.