Author's Note: This is my second "Andrea" story, it is self-contained but you may want to read the first part of the series (Andrea's Eventful Birthday) if you haven't already. There are only a few direct mentions of the events from the last story, but I am still assuming you read the first one by sometimes leaving out descriptions etc I had made in the last story. This is all part of a series I'm planning, each should be a self-contained story but with the same characters. I have a plan, but as details keep coming to mind it's getting longer and longer so I can not say how many total there will be.

As I said before, this is set in a world slightly in the future with technology a little better than our own. I try to keep it within the realm of likelihoods based on things being developed and tested currently, but it comes up a lot more in this story than my last. It might give it a sci-fi-ish feel at times, hopefully that's not overpowering. This is just a work of fiction and not meant to represent anyone or anything real. I hope you enjoy this second story; Andrea and the FetFair.


There is an old saying that you can't unring a bell. It may be a cliche, but it also happened to be true.

For Andrea that bell had been rung two nights ago. She had discovered a side of her she didn't know existed. A kinky side. And even as the cheap beer flowed and the music pumped in her house full of guests, she found it hard to keep her mind from wandering back there. It was her own party, but she was finding it hard to get into. None of the guys were particularly attractive and few of them she knew since none of them went to her (all girls) school.

A few days ago this party would have almost felt scandalous. She had very strict, religious parents, and as much as she didn't like that it, it had rubbed off on her over the years. Having beer and boys over would have been a big deal just a few days ago. Now it almost felt like a yawn, not exactly boring but certainly not thrilling either. Once the supply of beer dried up, the more sober ones started organizing rides home and the party came to an uneventful end.

What had Andrea so turned around had been the get together just two days before. It was just her and her three closest friends Megan, Sophia and Lea. Lea had suggested they play a game, but it was in fact a trick. They ended up stripped, tied, humiliated, stimulated and (to each of their surprise) loving it. When Lea admitted it was all her doing she left.

The three of them may have started pissed at Lea, but they got over it. They talked it out and decided to invite Lea back to tell them more. That night was a crash course in kink. Lea showed them about gags, collars, rope bondage, nipple clamps, floggers, more stuff than the three of them knew existed. They were positively enthralled with all the new information; staying up into the wee hours before calling it a night and going their separate ways the next morning.

Andrea hadn't talked to any of her best friends before her "real" party, none of them had talked with each other. Lea was giving them space, but the other three were simply otherwise engaged. They each took their time, going over everything that they had discovered about this new kind of sexuality and how it made them feel all warm and excited. Each of them had spent time looking around the web, looking at pictures, stories, and fingering themselves at the thoughts more than once. They had all been so preoccupied the party almost felt like a distraction rather than an event.

But now the party was over. The last group, which included Sophia's very drunk boyfriend, left in one of the very overcrowded cars. For the first time all night there was silence as the four friends were once again alone in the house. They all stood in the awkward silence around the front door before Sophia decided to break the silence.

"Did you have a good time?" She asked in a perfunctory manner.

"It was fun," Andrea responded with equally low enthusiasm. "I think I just wasn't much in the mood."

Megan nodded her head in agreement. "I think we all could say that."

Lea scanned her friends, trying to judge how to enter the conversation but not finding any clues. Not that she was very good at that to begin with. "About the other night," she started which made the three other pairs of eyes look up intently at her. "I'm sorry again for not being more honest, I know we've been over this but I was afraid to bring it up on my own. I hadn't heard from any of you since then, how badly did I screw this up? "

"It's not like that," Andrea said in a reassuring tone. "I haven't called because I knew I'd see you here not 'cause I'm mad at any of you. Honestly I've barely stopped thinking about it, and I can't speak for them but I kind of liked it." Megan and Sophia nodded in agreement.

Lea was clearly relieved, letting out a long sigh as a smile went across her face. "Good, and I promise not to keep things from you any more. I'll be up front if I want to try anything."

"Well, maybe you don't have to tell us everything. Know our limits and keep to them sure, but I kind of like the not knowing." Andrea said with surprising frankness. "I did kind of like not knowing."

"I could do that, but we just need to talk about it first," Lea explained. "Cause really, to agree to something you need to know exactly what it is you're agreeing to."

"Well you ran through a bunch of stuff the other night, what more do you mean?" Andrea asked.

Lea pulled out her phone and began quickly typing. "Well, there's lists. I found one a while back, it has just about every aspect I've ever heard of. You go through them and mark 1-5 if you're interest, unsure if you don't know, limit if you don't want it and checkboxes for if you've actually tried it. It should give you an idea on what kinds of things that are out there."

"There's a club in Philadelphia that has fetish get togethers and such. I haven't worked up to going alone but I think if we go together, and if you knew a little bit more about it, then it might not be so bad. Next week there's a major event they've been advertising, open to anyone. They're not actually even hosting it, there are simply helping to promote it. It's being thrown by a group that throw 'FetFairs' in major cities all over the world; kind of a weekend long kinky adult fantasy world. It's a little pricey, and a lot vague about the details, but if half the things I've read online are true it should be well worth the price. I have a friend who's floor we could crash on if we needed as well, cause I wouldn't want to drive back in the wee hours of Saturday Morning." Lea said. Everyone agreed that it sounded interesting enough, and that they'll let her know some time during the week. Without much more fanfare, they each wished each other goodnight and Lea drove Megan and Sophia home.

The rest of the week, things seemed to return to normal. Andrea spent most of Sunday on schoolwork, the familiar routine of class began again Monday. But Andrea felt different. It might have just been that the pattern was disrupted by the absence of her parents. More likely though it was the twinge she got reading Lea's very long list. Whenever she would look up more than a few things at a time she couldn't help think she was carrying some strong lingering feelings with her for the next few hours.

A few of the stuff she decided was clearly not for her, they just simply grossed her out rather than turned her on. She kept herself from mocking however might find some of these things sexy, because who was she to judge? A lot of people could say the same about some of her likes.

By Wednesday she was finished the list and certainly noticed a pattern. Just about anything to do with power exchange (a new term she learned when going through the list, she was learning so many), bondage, objectification and loss of control were all big turn ons. She clicked the send button, returning the results back to Lea along with the note "I'm in for the party this weekend."

For their parts, Sophia and Megan had been similarly distracted with what they were finding out. Megan finished Tuesday, answering most strongly in the loss of control, objectification, public exposure and a bit of bondage as well. Similar to Andrea but different ranking. Sophia was big on public exposure, objectification ranked highest, with a bit of bondage and pain ranked lower down. By Wednesday night they had each sent in their responses and confirmed that they did indeed want to go with Lea to the party.

After school that Thursday, they discussed the details. Lea shared everything she knew, that FetFairs were always very private, no cameras allowed and a non-disclosure agreement attendees had to sign meant details Lea found were always vague. It was an all-weekend affair and while Lea didn't expect to be at the fair the whole time, they all planned to say they would be at Andrea's still empty house all weekend so getting back very late didn't prompt questions from their respective parents. There would be a somewhat large cover since they weren't "members," there would be merchants selling things, there would be other chances to spend money, it could apparently get rather expensive if you didn't care about that sort of thing or if you weren't careful. "It starts at 8 and it's a long drive, pick you up around 5:30?" Lea asked and received a sea of bobbing heads.

The drive was long, it was still winter so the sun had set very soon into the drive. The windy two lane road was always a pain at night with its sudden turns as it climbed and descended dozens of mountains to get to the Turnpike. The car was filled with concentration, quiet and anticipation. Conversation began to flow more freely though as road gave way to highway. But even though they all knew exactly what they were driving to it seemed oddly forced to talk about it, so usually they didn't.

Several hours and a gas stop later, they pulled into the parking lot of what looked like an industrial park with a few very large warehouses. If it not for the very full parking lot and a slow but steady stream of taxis there would be nothing making it look particularly different from any of the other large warehouses and factories that surrounded the neighborhood. They parked and nervously began to walk towards what everyone else seemed to know was the door. Lea stopped walking just before the door and turned back to her friends, "Everyone still want to do this?"

Andrea kept walking letting out simply "of course, it's kind of a long way to turn back now." With that Andrea reached the door and held it for her friends. It opened into a small room with what looked like a receptionist and a single door the the left with what looked like a doorman.

"Members of non-members?" asked a professionally dressed woman sitting behind a desk.

"Non-members, all four of us," Lea answered.

The woman reached over and pulled out four copies of a form. "Sign here please, they are standard statements of conduct and non-disclosure. This is to be a safe, sane environment. You must be at least 18 years of age and not currently on any illicit drugs. By signing this you understand that you will be bound by the club rules as posted, obey any and all posted signs or any instruction given by one of the members of the staff. By entering any play area you must have read and agree to the posted conditions for that area. You will respect the boundaries of all guests. If at any time they say the club safeword "pineapple" or in the event they can't speak hum "jingle bells" you will halt what you are doing. Similarly, if you need to call for help or stop any action being done to you can do so by saying or humming the club safeword. You will surrender all personal items before entering and all conversations, club activities or guest identities are to be kept secret. Failure to do so will result in bans on future attendance and/or restitution for any financial damages that may result from this breach. If you agree sign below and hand over one piece of ID for us to hold until you leave. Then enter through the door on the left." She rattled this off with the kind of speed and boredom of someone who has repeated this one too many times, it seemed as basic as simply saying hello. All four of course signed, even scanning over the one page document in vain to see if there was anything hidden.

The four walked over as a group to the door. "Is this your first time?" asked the very tall but surprisingly friendly sounding man at a podium by the side of the door. They nodded that it was. "So the way this will break down is there is a non-refundable cover of $70. There will also be an additional charge of $150 that you can use towards purchases of food, services and products. Consider it a spending minimum. This minimum amount is also non-refundable and any overflow will simply be charged to you when you leave. Are you together or paying separate?"

"Together," Lea said. The four had agreed earlier it was easier to just pay Lea back later, and she actually had the room to charge it. She handed him her credit card and after punching in her pin, he buzzed open the door leading to what looked like a hallway for a medical exam building. "Enter any room individually with a green light beside it, follow the instructions and enjoy the night."

The four split up as Andrea entered the first door on her right. Medical room didn't seem that far off, it was very clinical looking and there was a person standing there waiting. "Please strip down and place all cloths and personal items in the container" she joylessly said as she tapped on a plastic box with her pen, barely even looking up at Andrea who quickly did as she was told.

The cold woman picked up a device about the size of a brick with a small cone sticking out the top. "This is a blood tester, it will take a small sample and test it for any disease that might endanger other guests. The sample will not be kept or in any way stored after the test and your privacy will not be violated. It also injects a temporary hormone so that any sex you may have in the next 72 hours will not result in pregnancy. These are requirements to enter but require your consent. If you wish to decline you may do so but you will be asked to leave without refund as per the agreement you signed. " She said with the familiar tone of the receptionist, it was the voice of someone who knew the script by heart and was tired of saying it.

"That's fine," Andrea said. She felt only a small pinch as the machine was put against the inside of her forearm. "How long will this take?"

"It's a narrow test we're running, it should be no more than a minute. If you wouldn't mind please stepping onto the scanner?" The woman asked.

"I do have a DC card, it's been updated just last month," Andrea said as she reached for her purse.

"Well ours are a little more detailed than the standard format, it's club policy," the woman replied. "And please, relax all your muscles as it scans you." Andrea shrugged her shoulders and stepped onto the platform. She stood perfectly still as the scanners slowly ascended letting out a beep when it had finished.

"Do you consider yourself a dom, sub or switch?" The woman asked walking over to the only table on the other side of the small room, holding a small machine with a drawer. "Sub," Andrea answered. "And by what name would you like to go by?" she quickly followed up. "Um, I guess just Andrea."

The woman hit a green button on the screen and proceed to type in her name. She then retrieved from the drawer a green bracelet. "This bracelet will be your ID for the night," she explained holding out the bracelet. "It will monitor your vitals, it has your measurement information and it knows your current balance for when you wish to buy anything." As the bracelet was fitted around her right wrist and snapped shut she couldn't help but think how clinical it looked. It looked very much like a hospital nametag, but where there should have been writing there was instead a very small screen showing her first name and current balance of +$150.00"

The woman darted back to the blood tester at the sound of a beep "OK, you're good to go. Your belongings will be returned to you as you leave, simply use your bracelet." As she said this, she placed a lid on the box and slid it through a slot where it disappeared down a conveyor of some sort hidden from view by the wall.

"Wait, I'm going out there naked?" Andrea said too late to do anything about her stuff disappearing.

"First time I assume?" Replied the woman, finally without the cold clinical tone she had used until then. "Look, this is how we make sure no one brings in cameras or drugs or anything else, everyone enters naked and gets the more detailed scan. It's not a typical DC scanner that only records the surface, we find internal measurements are needed for some things, and it's just a bonus that it prevents sneaking things in. There are plenty of places inside to buy outfits if you'd rather stay covered. And after all, this is a fetish club, if you weren't comfortable you shouldn't have come. You can always pick your stuff up and leave."

Andrea understood. "No, I get it. And if everyone has to I guess that makes it better."

"That's the spirit" she said encouragingly. "Now if you would be so kind, there may be people waiting," she said as she pointed to the door at the far side of the office.

Andrea opened the door and finally heard music, very typical club music but not nearly as overpowering as your usual club might have it. This hallway was much different, it had no roof like the entranceway and exam rooms had. As far as she could tell it was simply a metal sheet to divide the club from the exam rooms. Along it were artsy black and white pictures, a big map, posters with what looked like a reminder of the rules, it was all rather busy as far as walls go. Soon she saw Sophia appear also naked except for a green bracelet a few doors past her own room. They waited and eventually Megan and Lea appeared from around the corner, clearly coming from rooms on the other side.What caught Andrea's eye was that while Megan had a green bracelet too, Lea had a red one. "I guess it's to brand me as a sub," she thought.

Lea started speaking before she had even fully reached her friends "I don't know about you, but I wouldn't mind seeing what they're selling in terms of cloths. It looks like all the options are along the rest of this wall"

"Good a place as any to start I guess," Andrea said as they each glanced at the large map posted up of the club. "I have to say though, this being naked isn't bothering me as much as I thought it would when about every third person is too." Megan couldn't help but agree. With that the four followed along the wall to the rows of shops that had set up near the entrance.

Things had changed over the years, as they always do, but one of the bigger changes was the arrival of 3D printing and MAO manufacturing. It started in the early twenty-teens as more of a novelty, but it quickly became much more fast and detailed. A machine could melt into shape plastics and eventually metals. To mimic the printers, people began making machines that could cut and arrange other material to order. Wood could be cut, foam could be formed, fabric could be sown and so you had what began to be called Made At Order products. It made things it a lot cheaper to get exactly what you want, and meant vendors don't need to stock all the different sizes to make a sale. From a digital file, these machines could assemble anything they had the raw materials for and exactly to custom size.

As people began expecting fully custom objects, it became particularly common for clothes to now be made only to a customer's desires and body shape. It meant that most people keep a detailed digital scan of their bodies on what's called an DimensionCard, basically a plastic card with a chip inside holding the data. But DCs only scanned your outside, which is fine for sizing say pants but isn't a lot of help for sizing what might go inside. Which is why they've adopted the more detailed TBR or Total Body Rendering format. The shops at FetFair offered fully custom MAO clothing and toys printed to the dimensions stored as a TBR file on their bracelets.

But this weren't like any selection any of them had ever seen. Sure there was a stand with rather simple standard t-shirt/jeans kind of cloths, but that was the exception. There was one selling tight fitting clubwear, another selling nothing but costumes like you'd see for halloween, sexy maid, sexy nurse and the like. Another selling only metal things, from collars to full outfits to toys, all sized to order of course. There was a more "traditional" lingerie dealer, the kind of lacey stuff you might find littering the dressing room of a burlesque show. But what nearly made Lea stop dead was when she came across a booth selling and smelling of leather.

"Well if you see something you like meet me back here, this might take a while," Lea warned. Sophia doubled back but Megan and Andrea stuck around. They were both getting used to being naked, particularly around so many other naked people. It was even a bit of a turn-on when they noticed someone checking them out.

Sophia returned wearing a tight silvery halter mini-dress. It certainly didn't hide much but it was much better than how she had been. As she returned she saw Megan helping Lea into a steel boned leather corset. "Wow, that's a lot more elaborate than mine," she said as she couldn't help but admire the hourglass figure it was forcing out of her friend. It was a full bust corset with four buckles up its front and laces in the back currently being tied off by Megan. She already had on a matching leather skirt with two more buckles down the front of it exactly matching her top. The only other addition came in the form of knee high boots with 4" heels. They had matching material and buckles to the corset and created quite the imposing sight, she now towered over Megan and Andrea and was just about even with Sophia.

"Ah, now I feel properly dressed, shall we see what this place has to offer?" Lea asked rather rhetorically. Her three friends followed behind.

Moving out onto the main floor for the first time showed just how large and packed this place was. There was a main dance floor, complete with people in hanging cages, but it actually took up very little of the overall space, sharing the front-left quarter of the warehouse with what looked like a bar. Against the very far wall was a single pair of double doors, presumably leading to a private room or maybe staff areas. Throughout the remaining three quarters of the warehouse were rows and columns of what looked almost like display areas, or maybe zones. The floor of the warehouse was cool buffed concrete, but throughout most of the main floor there were square patches of padded carpet, some bigger some smaller. Each seemed to have something going on, there was always at least one person there in a blue shirt, and generally quite a few onlookers. Many had equipment set up like a cage or frame or bench, the ones closest to the dance floor had pillaries that at the moment sat empty. Lea started walking towards the rows of carpeted patches and the others simply followed.

It was like walking down some perverse trade show, only instead of a new product on display it was people, each with a wristband. There was no physical walls or boundaries, but the carpeting made it clear to everyone where the "zone" starts. As they got closer they could also see that there was a sign at the top of a pole in front of each carpeted area. It gave a title at the top in big bold letters on a blue background. Below that on each sign was a red column and a green column, each listing off what should be expected and allowed presumably and each with a price below. Andrea was very glad she had spent such time looking over that checklist, because they were rather spartan in their description and she might not have known what some of it was talking about.

"That looks interesting," Andrea said pointing to an area near the front where a man and several women lay very tightly hogtied on the floor. "'Hogtie Challenge,' sounds exciting" she said as she read the title of the sign. "It says they have two minutes to tie you up, you then have two minutes to get free or they start adding more rope and don't untie you for a half hour." That's all Andrea had to hear as she walked onto the carpet.

The moment her wrist crossed onto the carpet it began to beep. "Sorry, you need to tap your wristband to the sign," said a man in a blue shirt with "staff" written on it. Her bracelet beeped once she did. Then the screen changed to show a green counter indicating only one person and a big "confirm" button at the bottom. She pressed it and walked onto the carpet.

There was another loud beep as a new timer with her name below it started on the monitor at the far side of the carpet, counting down from 2 minutes. Before Andrea had much time to register he had started. He worked fast with his rope, starting by coiling rope above her elbows and anchoring it to her shoulders. Next he tied her wrists, wrapping around several times before cinching and tieing off the rope leaving several feet of unused slack. Carefully he set her on her stomach and began just as speedily tying her ankles. As the clock wore down he picked up the extra feet of slack from her wrists, pulled it around her ankle ropes and secured it to her elbow ropes. He barely had time to tie the rope off before the timer reached zero and he had to back off.

None of what he did was particularly strict, but it didn't have to be. She could barely feel the knot for her ankles and the knot for her wrists were all the way up at her elbows. She tried shuffling around, moving her weight around to better reach her legs. With some effort she had flipped onto her side and could much more easily reach, but she also could see from this angle the timer she believed was hers, giving her less than a minute left. She slowly undid the knot and began to unwrap the cinch when the timer went off, indicating she had failed.

Just as quickly as before, the man undid what little progress had been made. He added rope at the knees, locking her legs together. He added rope at her waist, pinning her arms to her torso. He added another rope to her wrist coil and attached it to the coil he made at her knees, keeping her arms unable to reach her ankles. Finally he re-tied much tighter the original rope running from her wrists to her ankles to her elbows. Andrea was back on her stomach now, but unlike before she didn't feel she had the ability to move to her side. She looked back as best she could at her timer that was now counting down from 30 minutes.

Andrea's friends were looking on with bemusement. They were distracted not only with the speed at which she was tied but how securely she was re-tied. As Lea and Sophia were still looking on, Megan without saying a word signed up with her bracelet as Andrea had and walked onto the carpet.

The rigger was just as fast, tieing Megan almost identically to Andrea. Megan thought this might give her a leg up since she knew what was coming, and she did get as far as beginning to unwrap her main ankle coil but still ran out of time just as Andrea had. After being secured identically to her friend, Lea and Sophia decided to finally chime in.

"Since you're both going to be a while, I'm going to go mingle at the bar. Sophia, would you care to join me?" Lea said with a slightly smug tone knowing there really was no way Andrea or Megan could workably object.

"I'd love to," Sophia said, in a manner quite clearly meant to mock her friends for their inability to join in. "We'll meet you back here, don't go anywhere."

Sophia followed her friend as they made their way past the exhibits along the periphery of the dancehall and to the bar. It was much more crowded there as people sipped their drinks and mingled. There were tall tables scattered around, each with a small touchscreen menu like the kinds that were becoming more and more common. Looking the menus over they had a reasonable number of choices, but alcohol was not one of them. "Play Sober" the menu said on the sidebar right below the order button. "Just as well," Lea thought, "they probably wouldn't serve me anyways."

"Wow, may I just say that's an amazing get-up you have there," said a somewhat older man as he walked up to their table with a half finished drink in his hand. He had thinning brown hair, he was dressed in a black t-shirt and shorts, and while he wasn't out of shape, the years had clearly taken their appropriate due for someone who looked to be pushing 40. "You two together?"

"Well we came together but we're not really 'together' together." Lea explained, a little befuddled but still able to remain confident. She wasn't fully sure what they were any more. They weren't quite simple friends, they were closer than that and she simply loathed the term "friends with benefits." So she figured this was an easier answer, and one that Sophia wouldn't take issue with.

"While I'm Paul. Can I get you two ladies something to drink?"

"I'm Lea, this is Sophia. I could go for a diet Coke. How about you Sophia?"

"I'm fine."

"Alright," Paul said, selecting a diet coke from the menu along with another sparkling water for himself.

"Hey Paul, are you going to introduce me?" said a similarly dressed but much taller man as he invited himself to the table and set down his empty glass. He was either much younger or in much better shape, his auburn hair was much fuller, his face much more youthful and his muscles had actual definition.

"Sorry about that. Tom, this is Lea and Sophia." Paul said as he finished ordering to point out who he was introducing.

"Hi, you two from around here?"

"No, we're from a town a few hours down.. you know what you probably wouldn't have heard of it." Lea answered.

"This is our first time at one of these kinds of things," let out out Sophia nervously trying to enter the conversation.

"Oh, well that makes the leather that much more impressive. Not a lot of first timers would get something like that," Paul said to Lea, giving her one more look over with his eyes.

"Well I've kind of wanted something like this for a long time," Lea said as she ran her hands down her side and rested them on her hips. "I guess I only needed an excuse. I needed to buy something to wear while I'm here and I just figured 'while I'm here.'"

"What about you, are you from around here?" Sophia asked Tom.

"No, Paul and I move around a lot. We do a lot of international business, so you can't really be in one place for too long." Tom replied, leaning in a bit more. "We're really all over the place, at least anywhere with a major port."

Sophia found all this fascinating. He continued on about his work sending him abroad occasionally, Singapore, Rotterdam, Dubai, Hong Kong. She had always wished she could travel more but her family's idea of a "long trip" was the once a year thanksgiving trip to relatives in Syracuse. She listened to every word, thinking about how glamorous it all sounded. As he finished speaking her mind was still distracted. When her mind finally stopped daydreaming, it returned to notice he had stopped talking.

"Hello? I asked if you're seeing anyone?" Tom asked, once he had Sophia's attention again.

"Sorry," she apologized, "I got lost in thought." She did have a boyfriend, but things had gotten a little distant, especially over the last week. She had discovered this new side of herself and Scott didn't seem the least bit interested to hear about it when she tried to bring it up. She hadn't broken it off but she wasn't very happy, and didn't exactly feel like he was over the moon either. She was beginning to feel he was a bit boring, and that his mind was always anywhere else recently but on her. When she tried suggesting they go somewhere this weekend, before she even started saying what it was he said he couldn't because he was "hanging with the boys" this weekend. She worried he was taking her for granted. So she decided to lie, at least for tonight. "Not at the moment," she replied after a slight pause. He let out a grin at that answer and she couldn't help but blush at the attention.

"Here we go," Paul said loud enough to get Tom and Sophia to look over. Approaching the table was a woman with the tray of drinks, but that was not what Sophia noticed. She was decked out in metal. She wore a dull metal collar as well as metal cuffs at the wrists, thighs and ankles. She wore a metal chastity belt and two half-spheres held over each breast by chains. More and more chains seemed to connect from everything to everything else. Her steps were limited, her hands kept close together and locked to a chain running from collar to ankle chain. She was clearly being trotted out like some kind of slave waitress, this club certainly didn't do half-measures. She never looked any of them in the eye, she simply set the two drinks down and waddled off to wherever it is she came from.

Sophia decided to quit the small talk with this somewhat attractive worldly man, to live a little. She put her hand on his and simply asked "want to go dance?"

"Sure, you two want to join us?" Tom asked looking at his friend and Lea.

"No I think I'll just stay here, not much for dancing," Lea said as she quickly went back to whatever conversation it was she had been having with that other man.

The two of them walked towards the dance floor. As they walked one of the cages were being raised, this time with two people in it. Sophia couldn't help but watch.

"Want to rent one?" Tom asked loud enough to be heard over the music but no louder.

"One what, the cages? They do that?" Sophia said, finding it oddly difficult to hide her excitement at the prospect.

"Sure you can, if there's one free at least. My treat," he said as he took her hand and began leading her to where one of the cages were sitting on a small platform. He touched his red wristband to the cage's door and confirmed the rental on the cage's small screen. He opened it up and stepped in. "Coming?" He called out to her as he extended his hand.

"How long will we be in there?" Sophia asked with slight nervousness.

"You rent them for 15 minutes at a time, but we can make it go back down at any time.But if you're not up for it I under..."

Sophia wouldn't even let him finish his thought before letting out a definitive "Sounds great." She stepped up onto the small platform the cage sat on, it was itself about two feet off the ground and she could already see over almost everyone from where they were. Her bare feet stepped onto a padded cage floor as Tom reached behind her to close the door. The cages began to rise instantly after the door clicked shut, stopping about 9 feet off the floor.

It was much more confined that it had looked, and Sophia found as the cage slowly ascended there wasn't a single way to dance that wasn't simply grinding on each other. She barely had room to turn. But in rather short order she simply stopped caring about all that, she was on top of the world. And as her tight mini-dress began to ride up exposing her uncovered ass she just let it. She could feel his cock getting hard in his shorts and she liked the idea of rubbing her bare ass against it while everyone was free to watch. This was more of a thrill than she had felt with Scott in a long time.

Time is a relative thing, but for Andrea it seemed to have stopped all together. After Lea and Sophia left her to her fate, she tried struggling at first. Moving as little as she could left her with the realization that she wasn't going to untie anything on her own. So she simply laid there and enjoyed it. She had never been so helpless, even moving to her side seemed like it wouldn't be happening.

She watched as a new girl came and tried escaping, only to find herself just as helpless as everyone else on the floor a few minutes later. The whole thing was like some kind of delicious trap, and that man with the ropes was the spider who set it. It was mesmerizing to see how fast he worked on the new girl, it was all such second nature.

When he came to untie Andrea, she was almost disappointed. It had not been so tight that it hurt and she was rather enjoying being this man's captive. Once she had been untied she got to her feet slowly and in stages, letting herself and her limbs re-adjust to their freedom. Megan was close behind, and after only a minute or two wait for Andrea they were both walking away trying to spot their friends.

"I don't see them, you want to just go look?" Andrea asked.

"I see Sophia in one of those cages," Megan said as she pointed to her friend. "I think that means we're probably on our own for a while."

"Well, let's see what else they have, we'll just have to meet them later." With that Andrea began marching forward, gleefully looking around at everything. As the two walked further in, the zones began to stop being strictly bondage, adding in elements of pain. One girl was being whipped to the point of welts, another was having hot wax dripped on her tied and exposed body, another sat atop an iron horse with weights on each dangling leg. Eventually bondage and pain turned into bondage pain and sex. They saw one woman trapped in a stockade who had to deal with a cane on her ass while having a cock in her mouth. As they approached the far end of the warehouse, the displays seemed to drop all manner of pain and simply became bound group orgies.

The two friends had both seen porn, but it was another thing completely to watch actual people just feet away from them. It was strange. Andrea suddenly felt very self conscious. She felt an excitement, but she also felt a knee-jerk moment of shame. Sex was supposed to be dirty, and it certainly wasn't supposed to be public. She didn't like to consider herself a prude like her parents (who might as well be asexual as far as she can tell) or her Catholic School had taught her, but she hadn't had a lot of freedom to experience anything else either. As Andrea neared the end of the hall she saw a woman with her hands tied behind her, trying to satisfy a group of five men overpowering her. It was almost too intense to watch, she was flailing in all directions giving off both cries of resistance and moans of passion.

"Let's uh.. let's maybe try something.. something a little easier, back that way," Andrea stuttered, grabbing Megan's arm and slowly walking back away. Her friend seemed to agree and they both walked back towards the front of the warehouse.

"How far back, cause I don't want to just be tied up and left alone for a while to stew," Megan asked, trying to be delicate to whatever had clearly spooked her friend.

"Sure, that sound's fine, I'm just not sure I'm ready for whatever *that* was," Andrea said, regaining a little bit of the confidence in her voice. "Maybe just no sex just yet, good enough for you?"

Megan smiled, "That sounds fine to me." The two were about halfway back when Megan pointed an an exhibit and said "How about that one?"

Andrea looked over and saw an area with four metal pillories each facing out from the centre. One was occupied by a naked, blindfolded and gagged woman. She was bent over at the waist with her head and hands secured in front. Her torso rested on a board with a cutout near the breasts, allowing hers to dangle freely. Two leather straps secured her to it, leaving her bent at a near perfect 90 degree angle. Her two legs were kept spread several feet apart by cuffs attached by chain to fasteners at either side of her, leaving her pussy fully exposed as the board she rested on stopped just shy of the hips. As a girl in a blue staff shirt watched, two men encircled her and had their hands all over her helplessly exposed flesh.

Andrea turned to the monitor, looking over its description see what she might expect. It was 45 minutes, contact is hands only, it all seemed fine. She touched her bracelet to the screen where it asked about blindfold and gag options. The default for both was "random" and while she worried a little, seeing as she didn't know what all it might be choosing from, she decided to be adventurous and left them be. She confirmed and nervously stepped onto the carpet.

The tall staff woman directed her to pillory opposite the occupied one. The top half was already off as she directed Andrea's head and arms into place along the rubber lined holes. She slid the top on and snapped it closed from either side. There was no need to lock it, there was no way for Andrea to reach.

"Your gag and blindfold are printing, they have not been used before and they will be yours to keep after, if you wish. Once again you can use the club safeword at any time if something goes further than you want," the tall woman said as she tightened first one leather strap and then the other. She put a leather cuff around each ankle and pulled each foot until it was barely touching the ground before securing each of the chains with a carabiner.

As she disappeared to the centre column, it gave Andrea the first chance to test her bonds. They were even worse than the hogtie! At least with rope there was give, stretch. Here there was nothing, the metal was indifferent to her struggles.

Once she returned to view she very quickly applied a blindfold, plunging Andrea into darkness. It had a triangle shaped hole, allowing it to sit both above and below her nose, removing any chance of getting it loose or for light finding its way in from underneath. The whole thing felt rubbery and thin, not much thicker than paper. But it didn't have to be, it did its job of providing total darkness. Then she felt something at her lips and knew to open her mouth. In came what felt like a jelly ball, very rubbery and soft. As the straps were closed behind her head the gag rested behind her teeth and trapped her tongue behind it. She tried saying a word but found it was utterly unintelligible even to her.

Then, nothing. For what seemed like ages Andrea sat there in her blind predicament. It had only been minutes in reality. As soon as Megan was similarly secured, except with a drool gag instead of a solid ball one, the two men began to look over the two newest to join them.

A rough calloused hand reached out to take hold of Andrea's dangling breast. The touch sent shockwaves through her, even making her jump within the limits of her bindings. He ran his rough hand across her breast, slowly spinning around her nipple eliciting a low moan from her. His wandering hand began to slowly work its way down, gliding softly down her back.

Andrea waited in nervous anticipation. She did not know this man, she did not know what he was planning to do; and while she felt the safety of knowing she could end it with a humb, she still felt a dark and delightful uneasiness about her imagined helplessness. Unless she wanted to quit completely she had no choice but to wait to see what the rough handed man would do to her. As the stranger's hand approached her lower back with the speed of an injured snail, her thoughts became singular with anticipation. She found herself breathing heavy, which due to the gag, she was doing through largely nose.

The hand traced a slow outline around one asscheek and then the other. He was toying with her and it was working. She squirmed to try to get more than this minimal contact, but she really had no way to move. Worse still, he simply removed his hand at the signs of struggling. Andrea let out a sigh of disappointment and slumped back into motionlessness, hoping it would return the hand.

A sudden jolt of pain rushed through her body as the hand returned in the form of three hard, firm slapps to each cheek. The message was clear, he wasn't going to be rushed. Andrea hoped that would mean he would return but he instead continued to leave her in isolation. She consciously kept herself still and restrained herself from letting out any sound of complaint. She could not tell if it was seconds or minutes later, but the hands returned, circling each cheek to make a figure 8 to anyone who happened to be watching.

Soon he stopped that and began a new kind of tease, bringing both hands to bare. He laid both hands squarely on her hips and pulled himself forward until his covered pelvis was against her naked rear. She froze, she was sure the sign said no sex, but it seemed to be an unmistakable position of someone about to fuck another. She was readying herself for what she felt must be coming, but instead he began to bend over her and work his hands up both sides of her back until they grasped a breast in each hand. He was shirtless and his warmth could be felt as he bent over at an angle so close to hers.

It began almost playful, he teased and kneaded her breasts with each hand. He became gradually ruffer as he began to swat at the dangling breasts, eventually targeting his hits squarely at Andrea's nipples. Andrea felt a current emanate from every hit, each one growing gradually stronger making her once again moan from the stimulation. But the shock were getting stronger, they were not unpleasant just more intense. When he began to pinch her nipples the pain was exhilarating, it was very hard for Andrea to describe the feeling. The pain was not like other times, this one was not pleading for her to stop what she was doing like if her hand were submerged in ice water, none of the yelling to be more careful next time like a tender bruise might. Instead all her body was telling her about this pain was "Mmm, me like!"

As he continued to pinch and play with his left, his right hand let go only to reappear much lower down. Andrea had been so preoccupied by the sensations emanating from her nipple she almost didn't register how close his single outstretched finger was getting to her now rather wet sex. It ran slowly in semi-circles, each time getting closer to her slit without ever reaching it. She was beginning to get nervous again, but reassured herself that things would not get out of bounds. She was under the watchful eye of the staff woman, and despite what his posturing suggested to her earlier this man did not seem intent on testing the rules. No, she could always get out, and knowing that meant she could explore what this captivity and this stranger were making her feel without panic that she might be in real danger.

But safe as she actually was, she still felt a little helpless as she tried to move what little she could as the mans finger got closer and closer to her pussy. For her resistance the man pinched down on her nipple harder than he had before and twisted. Andrea cried out in pain, through her gag certainly silenced the brunt of it. She tried pulling away from the tormenting pinch but what little movement she could make resulted in his other hand returning to her right breast and copying its left friend. The pain was searing, she began to involuntarily kick (except for the chains pinning her) and yell (except for the gag silencing her). As he let go she was able to catch her breath and calm down. After motionlessly waiting for some time, his hands returned to their original work.

It was very little time before his hand gave up the dance and simply slid to its final destination. Andrea quivered but dare not move. With his index and ring fingers, the man held open her hot lips, giving his middle finger plenty of room to explore. She bit down on her gag as his finger repeatedly slapped against her exposed clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her with each pass. Soon the rest of his hand joined his finger as he began to furiously rub waves of pleasure out of the trapped girl. She was breathing loudly through her nose, finding herself just shy of being unable to fill her lungs as much as they were screaming to be filled. Her legs began to involuntarily shake as she was being ridden closer and closer to climax.

Just before she came crashing over the edge however, he backed away. She was left inches from the goal line, able to now catch her breath but quite badly wanting the extra little bit to cross the line. Instead what she got was a hard slap to her ass. It took her by surprise, which was perhaps worse than the pain itself. He then moved from slapping her ass to slapping her tender mound. It let off a wet sound with each slap and was much more painful than Andrea would have guessed it to be. After no more than a dozen of those, he was gone. Out of habit she tried to look around, but of course the blindfold revealed nothing, and even still the pillory would have made looking behind her impossible. Andrea was at once disappointed she wasn't able to cum, but oddly giddy over how well she had been played and just how little control she had over it all.

The rest of her time she kept hoping for him to return and finish the job but he never did. No one did. She was forced to simply stay where she was, as a ball of unfulfilled desire. She could hear the low pumping of the distant music and could even hear the occasional conversation passing by, but she couldn't do anything about any of it.

Eventually she felt her legs loosen, and her straps come undone. The pillory opened and she quickly reached for the back of her blindfold only to find the staff members smooth hands already removing it. The room was never bright, but the small amount of light seemed blinding as she struggled to use her eyes again. Lastly her gag was undone and handed to her.

"That's your time, here you can keep these" the staff woman said as she handed Andrea the blindfold and gag. "If you don't want to hold on to them there are material recycle bins along the far wall. There are also extra storage boxes, you can place them in and for a small fee they will be held until you leave."

Andrea didn't respond, she simply moved her jaw around and stretched. "I'm just going to wait for my friend," she finally said as she leaned her weight over and onto the metal pillory. "What happened to the guy who was here?"

"Oh, his time just ran up, he was on a schedule just like everyone else," she said as the monitor quietly beeped signalling Megan was now free to be released. Andrea watched as the woman worked fast, giving the same speech to her friend as she did to her.

Megan wiped the remaining drool from her chin and stumbled over. "That was great," she said, her walk still a little crooked. "I'm ready for more how about you?"

"For sure," Andrea said. "Though I'm kind of worked up, and well the pain was OK let's maybe skip right to the part where we get to cum."

Megan smiled, "couldn't agree with you more."

Sophia's cage began to lower, something she felt couldn't come quick enough. She had been grinding against Tom's crock, who had been returning the tease with rubbing her all over. This had been enough foreplay for Sophia, she was revved up and wanted swallow his load. As soon as they had gotten out of the cage and began walking out from the density of the dance floor Sophia began to drop to her knees.

"No, not here," Tom said, stopping her before she was all the way to the ground. "They are kind of insistent that kind of thing stays off the main floor."

"Well then lets get off the main floor," Sophia said grabbing his hand and tugging towards the back where should saw from back in the cage people were quite clearly having sex.

Tom didn't need much convincing and caught up with Sophia. "What did you have in mind?" He asked her with a coy grin.

"I want that big dick of yours with my mouth," she said almost as a whisper into his ear.

"I know the thing then," he said as he began to lead her in a slightly different direction. They arrived at an area with many tall poles sticking out of the ground maybe seven feet high. At two of them were women with their hands cuffed behind the poles, one naked another wearing a metal outfit including a collar, chastity device, metal spider ring gag and a pair of ankle cuffs. Both had dicks in their mouths and were working furiously to please them. A third man stood near the metal adorned girl, seemingly waiting his turn. "You get cuffed to a pole and you aren't free for three hours or until you make three men cum, sound like what you had in mind?"

Sophia thought it sounded perfect. She signed herself in and knelt on a padded mat in front of one of the poles, presenting her wrists behind her for the staff member to cuff together. But to her surprise, Tom just stood there. She looked around confused with pleading eyes.

"Well since you need to get three men off, I figured I'd wait to be number three." Tom said, watching from just outside the carpeted area with a smirk.

Sophia pouted, "no fair." She looked around, but of the three men, none were paying her much attention. She looked over to the ring gagged woman and watched as the man who had been throat fucking her pulled out and blasted his load all over her face. Cum and spit were dripping down her chin and onto her chest as she can't close her mouth. The first man barely had time to move before the person waiting had his dick out and in her mouth.

Then she watched as a somewhat fat man walks by and swipes his bracelet. Before he's even to her, Sophia opens her mouth in anticipation of this stranger's sweaty cock. She felt so cheap, normally she would never give a guy like that the time of day, but without saying a word to each other his bitter dick was already in her mouth. She kind of loved it.

He was rather quick but pulled out just before coming, spraying her with a money shot just as her neighbor had just been. But before he left he reached behind her, grabbed her halter dress and slid it over her head, letting it fall and exposing her modest breasts. She now only had one eye open to watch as he pulled his track pants back up and left.

Tom stood there watching with his arms crossed as Sophia shifted her weight and waited for her next dick. It was several minutes of pleading eye and outstretched breasts before someone else entered the area. But to Sophia's utter disappointment he went for the gagged girl next to her. He grabbed both sides of her head and forced her up and down rather than moving his dick himself. He seemed to have no regard for her ability to keep up. As hard as it was the gagged woman was able to keep up, breathing at just the right up strokes before his dick was plunged into the back of her throat again.

Right before he seemed about ready to finish, another man came in and headed for Sophia this time. He was naked and in just as bad shape as the first one she had blown. In contrast though he simply presented his dick and expected Sophia to do all the work. She wasn't about to disappoint! She worked her head up and down; licking, sucking and slurping as she went. He outstretched his right arm and grabbed hold of the pole as he seemed to be finishing quickly as well. With a guttural gasp his left hand grabbed hold of Sophia's head. Her mouth filled with hot cum as he leaned forward against the pole while keeping her head firmly locked where it was. Rather than let it drool, Sophia began swallowing and the extra stimulation of her attempts to swallow seemed to be enough for him to pull his spent and sensitive penis from her mouth.

Sophia sat up and looked Tom right in the eye. She swallowed the last remaining drops of cum and opened her mouth wide with a satisfied "ahh." "I'm ready," she cried out seductively.

Tom took his time, he was clearly in no hurry. He signed in and took a slow, deliberative walk over to Sophia. As he reached her, he placed one leg on either side of Sophia's folded knees. With his shorts still on but hiding a clear erection, he commanded Sophia "if you want it, get it yourself."

A lustful grin crossed Sophia's face. With some difficulty, she stretched forward as much as her cuffed hands would let her. She rubbed her face into his chest as her mouth probed around searched for the elastic rim of his shorts. Eventually her open mouth made contact and she bit down, pulling the shorts away enough to expose his nearly erect penis. She made sure the elastic was below his balls and then let go, looking up at his face and opening her mouth wide.

Tom held her head in both hands and at first gave her only the tip. She tried moving her head to bob but Tom held her fast. She instead switched to circling it with her tongue, attempting to lock eyes as she did. Very slowly, almost imperceptibly, Tom began feeding her more and more of his cock. As the tip reached the back of her mouth she took in a deep breath and tried to relax her throat. It's slow march continued, closing off her throat with his cock. Her chin had reached his balls and her eyes began to water, but he was not going to be rushed. He finally pulled out, walking back several steps right as her lungs begin to burn, leaving her coughing and gasping for breath.

"That deep, every time," he simply instructed as he walked back to his previous place. He left his hands free, expecting her to do the work this time.

She tried as best she could replicated the slow pace, and to hold him deep inside her until it felt like her lungs were ablaze. She was needing less and less recovery at each one as she learned to catch her breath while keeping the cock at the front of her mouth on its slow journey back.

"You know," Tom began at the start of another cycle. "If I keep you at this pace you may be here for the full three hours. So long as you're serving me you can't make anyone else cum, and so long as I wish for you to go slow I can stay hard like this all night. Would you like that, to worship my cock for the next three hours?" He finished just as Sophia began taking his cock down her throat, she could only look up with her eyes and give no other response.

The forcefulness was turning her on. He truly did have her right where he wanted her, and he seemed perfectly content to follow through on that threat. She knew the rules going in, now she was just a fucktoy, trapped until she made him cum, or at least trapped for quite a while. After the regular hold she pulled back to catch her breath quicker and give an answer. "Whatever you want." With that a jolt of anticipation ran through her body like a static shock as she positioned herself back onto his cock.

Tom let out half a smirk. He once again grabbed her head, this time moving much more forcefully. He had not forced himself to stay down for as long but was moving at easily triple the speed. It was all Sophia could do to keep up her breathing rhythm. As he let go of her head she tried desperately to keep up the pace but found herself constantly slowing, often leading to him placing a hand on the back of her head to speed her work.

It was work, much more work than she had ever had to put in to someone before. The only sign that she was making any progress at all was a single low groan. Finally, as her neck started getting sore, she felt the familiar twinge of a cock about to blow. He grabbed her head with both hands and forced himself down her throat one more time as he began to cum. Sophia felt the warm fluid spill out, pump after pump. She only hoped it would end soon, her lungs were already starting to complain. After letting out only his second audible moan of pleasure he released her as dick already began to soften. Before she had even caught her breath the staff person had already come buy and undid her cuffs. She collapsed onto the mat catching her breath and bask in the afterglow.

"I trust that was what you had in mind?" Tom said as he extended a hand and helped her to her feet.

"Yeah, something like that," she said adding a sarcastic inflection. She reached for his outstretched hand and slowly got back up. She put the top of her dress back around her neck and pulled her skirt back down to just below her ass, the little it could be pulled down.

"Sophia?" Said a surprised sounding Andrea.

"Oh hey, are you just now getting out?" She asked, startled to see her friends all of a sudden.

"No, we did another thing too," Megan added. "Who's this?"

"Right! Tom, these are my other friends Andrea and Megan. We all came down together," she said pointing to each friend as she was introducing them. "What do you got there?"

"Oh these, blindfold and gag, they're from our last thing," Andrea said, marveling to herself at how nonchalantly she was able to say that.

"Well, we're frankly looking for which one of these areas was going to get us off. I don't suppose you and your friend would want to join us?" Asked Megan breaking a silent pause that followed Andrea's comment.

"Well, how wild are you looking for?" Tom asked her inquisitively

"Very."

Tom led the three to a display near the far corner of the warehouse. The carpeted area was much larger than most of the others and had three long hard plastic structures. Each structure was wider at the top and narrower as it went down, ranging from about four feet at the top to just about a foot and a half at the bottom. If it weren't for the numerous support legs it looked like it would constantly be tipping over. Each of the three were about five feet tall and they were each very long.

But it wasn't the structures themselves that captured the girls attention but what was sticking out of them. Every few feet there was a large wide hole a few feet up in the structure, and while many were simply empty, about half had the back end of women sticking out, exposing their ass and pussy. Two of the three also had women's heads sticking out the opposite end through a much smaller hole. Surrounding them were men, taking advantage of seemingly every hole provided. None of the girls had ever pictured anything like this. It was all so raw, so nasty, so degrading. They needed to try!

"Ok girls, there's one row that's vaginal only," he said as he pointed to the rows without heads sticking out. "Then we have mouth and vaginal in the center there, and that one on the right opens up anal as well. Anyone here ever tried Anal?"

They all shook their heads no.

"Then don't do that, this is not a good place to start," he replied.

Megan had already walked over to the sign and proceeded to sign in.

"Now when you're signing in be careful," Tom said quickly to get Megan's attention. "You need to set parameters since each person can set different limits that will release them. It can be after so many of your own orgasms, it can be after so many of their orgasms or it could be simply a time limit. There's a safety maximum of three hours but I doubt you want to last that long."

Megan thought she kind of did. But she figures it's best to stop after what 15 orgasms? 20? She was hoping she wasn't getting over her head but she was also really ready to explode. She set 20, selected the left column and then waited off the carpet for her friends to sign in.

"What did you pick?" Sophia asked quietly as she began signing in.

"20 of my orgasms, but I also know from experience I can cum kind of quickly."

Sophia felt intimidated by such a large number, and decided to go to with almost half that instead.

Andrea was last and was a little nervous. She wasn't sure how long it would take her to come in a situation like this and decided instead to simply set a time limit. It's not likely they'd all be ending at the same time anyway. She also decided that she'd rather be in the left column, she felt being sealed in the dark box while she gets fucked for an hour was too good an image to pass up.

With her confirmed, the three walked onto the carpet together and were quickly and efficiently shown to their spot. The side walls had folded away, allowing all three of them to just walk in. As they walked inside, the lower door was lifted and secured back into place while the top door remained open. The attendants secured a strap going over their upper thighs, preventing them from pulling their ass out of the cut-out.

After Andrea's and Megan's asses was secured, their attendants attached metal cuffs to her wrists at the far wall, keeping them bent forward and without the free use of their hands. There were also no dividing walls, so Andrea and Megan could see each other and see down either side with half a dozen other women all screaming in delight. "If you panic," one attendant said to both of them, "push these red buttons with both hands and we will come to help you." The two girls watched as the shutting doors meant the light coming in from behind disappeared leaving only a low red glow emitted by every station's buttons. It was otherwise blackness while the cries of the other women were slightly amplified as they bounced off the once again closed walls.

Sophia by contrast was bent over a flat board, which also laid her head neatly in the cutout in front of her. Hanging from either side near the top of the board were two cuffs. Once her heads were in place and cuffed, the top door of the front was lowered locking her head in. "There are two buttons by your hands, hit and hold both and we will come help you," said the attendant before closing the rear hatch completing her encasement. She looked to either side and for the first time noticed that they were both wearing a ring gag, and almost as if on cue that was when the attendant showed up with hers. She opened her mouth, and happily accepted it.

It did not take long before someone took the new bait. Andrea froze as she felt something probing for her opening. In one full stroke he was deep inside and stroking quickly.Soon after, Andrea could hear Megan gasp as someone did the same to her. They both had next to no ability to move, and so they only indication of how each person was going was by listening to the moans and eventually screams of the other.

Andrea was the first to come crashing to orgasm, she had been teased and kept on edge last time she was tied and her body was crying that it was long overdue. The problem was that he barely slowed. Now she was much more sensitive and her screams soon began to take on the almost frightening pitch of the women to her sides.

Megan was not that far behind, she grabbed the short chains holding her wide metal cuffs and bit down as a the pleasure rippled through her. Mercifully, her unknown tormento followed shortly after, filling her pussy with hot cum. She cooled down and watched her friend, deciding to just be thankful her man didn't have the stamina same stamina as hers. Right as she heard her friend go quiet with another orgasm, she felt the prick of another person coming to have their fill.

Sophia was not nearly having as easy a time. She had never worn a ring gag, she did not even know about them two weeks ago, and she was finding it much more difficult. She couldn't move her head and she couldn't close her lips to get suction. All she could do was wiggle her tongue relax her throat as dick after dick were forced down like her mouth was any other hole. And it was a hole the men around her seemed to prefer, the minute someone came in her mouth or shot their load over her face, another one was ready to take their place. After her mouth had seen five men, her pussy had only seen two, and she had only cum once. She was beginning to regret choosing her release conditions.

As she took the next man in her mouth, she felt something massive probing at her pussy. As it filled her it felt like she was being stretched in every direction. The thrust were deep, and after only two full strokes she felt his fingers beginning to play with her clit as well. She bit down, glad for the first time to have a ring gag or she'd have bit down on some poor souls cock, as she was being impaled at the rear. It took seemingly very little work for him to bring her to climax, something that was complicated as she tried to shout in ecstasy as her mouth also filled with cum.

But he didn't stop, he kept his deep rhythmic strokes while his fingers continued to tease her clit. After coming yet again she found herself increasingly sensitive, making the third and then fourth climax come faster and faster. By the seventh they all seemed to be merging together, she didn't feel she even had time to come down before the stimulation brought her right back over the edge where she started from. The assaults at her mouth had even subsided, everything was aligning and as she came for another time, she had lost count, she felt the rocking stop as he held his dick firm, filling her with his warm cum.

The doors began to open as one of the staff came into view to retrieve her gag. He went around to her back, removed her cuffs and unstrapped her legs. As the lower door released, the blue shirted staff member was there to help keep her balance. Once she regained her balance he let go and handed her the more than slightly cum and drool covered ring gag. "This is yours if you wish, you can keep it or recycle the material, your choice."

Sophia began to walk to the edge of the carpet when she saw Tom and Lea waiting. While Tom looked the same, Lea had since put her hair up and was now holding in both hands a rather intimidating riding crop.

"That looked intense, you still able to walk right after that?" Lea asked a still uncharacteristically stumbling Sophia.

"That last guy, my god. He had, like... the biggest penis. Lea I'm talking porn star big," Sophia said as she finally reached her friend.

"I'm glad you approve," said a sarcastic voice from behind Sophia. As she turned to looks she saw Paul walking back to meet the rest of them.

"Oh, so this is a little awkward," Sophia said, becoming just a little bit flush.

"Only if you want it to be. Every third person here is naked why should commenting on me be different? What, because you know the name I go by here?" Paul said with a bit of a chuckle at the end. "Is it any more awkward that the other people you didn't know their name?"

Sophia thought about it for a moment and realized how silly she was being. She shrugged her shoulders in apathetic agreement.

"You look like you could use a shower, come there are some in the back," Tom said as he gestured for the other to follow him back to the double doors at the centre of the wall. Paul joined his friend in walking towards the back.

"I'll wait for the other two," Lea said.

Sophia only then noticed the small trail of cum leaking from her, and knowing there was certainly still cum on her face a shower sounded great.

Megan and Andrea were both getting lost in their own moments. They were both sensitive, sweaty, and nearly in constant arousal. They had both long ago stopped counting how many times they had cum, but they could still notice that some were much better at dragging it out of them.

At the first time when it seemed neither had anyone behind them, Andrea asked "how many was that?" If Megan heard she didn't respond. And it was not long after that she began to scream again as someone was clearly back. They didn't even sound like the screams you'd think to hear from sex any more. They were so much louder, so much more animalistic.

After what seemed like an eternity Andrea watched as the opened Megan's door and helped her out. Whoever was having sex with her didn't even seem so slow down as she was being helped out just feet away. Andrea's rational mind couldn't do much but it did begin to wonder now that Megan's done how much longer she would have. A few men later and she had her answer as a wave of fresh air and light wafted in from behind her. She stumbled out with help, and nearly fell over. She was exhausted on the one hand but wired on the other, like downing a few espressos after an all nighter.

"There you are," Lea said to a still slightly confused Andrea. Megan was standing beside her and leaning slightly off her shoulder.

"Well good to see you again. Sophia still going?" Andrea asked as she approached the edge of the carpet where her friends were.

"No, she went off to take a shower in the back," Lea began to say, only to have Megan say the same thing over top of her. "I think we should join her," Megan added.

"That does sound good," Andrea said. "Lead on."

It isn't quite visible from the main hall, but beyond the double doors is a whole separate extension. There is a covered walkway, windowless and unimpressive, but as it ends, it leads to another building altogether. It opens up to a kind of lobby. There's a receptionist, more doors and a large sign saying the showers are to the left, and many numbered rooms through the doors directly beyond the reception desk. As the three walked in they met Sophia, Tom and Paul waiting on one of the nearby couches with hair still a bit wet from their showers.

"Meet you when you're done," Sophia called out to her friends who continued on to have their now quite desired shower.

They shower room was like something out of a 30s prison. The first room simply was simply row after row of lockers, Andrea and Megan put their blindfolds and gags in one and took the key. Beyond the locker area there were dull tile walls, slightly angled tile floors, and a central metal grate receiving all the spilloff from the shower head attached to either wall. It was steamy but not sweltering, packed with both men and women mostly showering themselves in silence. The one exception came from a woman in the far corner who simply stood there as two men, both in plastic chastity cages, took great care to wash her. The two stepped up to shower heads on opposite walls and turned them on, washing aways what turned out to be quite a lot of built up sweat and other fluids. Both took a rather economical approach and were not very long before toweling off, retrieving their things and walking out to the lobby to meet up.

"So this is like a whole other building then," Meagan said matter of factually.

"Yeah, these are the private areas, as opposed to everything back there which is open for public viewing," Tom explained as he began to stand up, seeming to hint he had a destination in mind.

"I was telling Lea about this friend of mine," began Paul who also stood up. "He's a bit of a tech wiz, works on bio-circuitry stuff. Cutting edge stuff, I can barely keep up when he's trying to explain it."

"Sounds interesting," said Andrea.

"I haven't gotten to the interesting part yet, and don't interrupt," Paul said, the latter part quite sternly. "So he's got a new product in development, though he can probably explain it a lot better. He's still in testing stages before he gets approval to sell them, and the more variety of test cases he's got the faster that's going to happen. Especially Europe, the EU's a real stickler for these kinds of diversified testing. And they wonder why they aren't getting any of the tech geeks, you know if you ask me..." he stopped himself, clearing his throat to change the subject as he felt a lengthy and unrelated rant coming on.

"Sorry, that's not really the point. The point is he's got a wait list a mile long from people more our age. He's got just about every kind physical variety working, but for whatever reason he hasn't gotten enough younger volunteers. Not a lot come to FetFairs around the world, and he's still keeping it too quiet to advertise beyond them. So it'd be a huge favor to just hear him out, if you aren't interested no harm no foul, if you are I can basically guarantee he'll give'm away for free." He finished his spiel with a loud clap "So who's up for it? You're two other friends already agreed to hear him out," he said as he pointed to Lea and Sophia.

"Why not," Andrea said, Megan shook her head in agreement.

"Excellent, follow me." He said as he briskly walked back to the receptionist. "Hi, I'm with four non-members, I'll vouch for them," he said to the receptionist as he flashed her a card. She frantically typed away on her computer before popping back up "Ok you're free to go back now."

The door lead to what looked almost like the hallway of a kind of self-storage. The walls looked new and temporary, like they had all been put up recently and in haist. The floor and ceiling looked quite a bit older and quite a bit more permanent, obviously a part of whatever building had always been here. As Paul reached room 117 he knocked on the door, after some time a short and scraggly Indian looking man in a white coat answered the door.

"Hi Paul, what's up?" He asked, only leaving the door cracked enough to look out of.

"I got some people here that might be interested in your new chip thing, they're all 18 and you were saying the other day you needed more young people,"

"Great! Come in," he cheerfully extolled as he swung the door wide open. "Come in please, I should have enough chairs for every... yes I have enough. Please come in and sit down. How much has Paul here told you guys?"

"Not much," Lea said as she took a seat at the far end. The room was rather drab. The chairs they sat on were cheap and foldable. The far wall had a single door at one side but was otherwise blank, presumably to light up during presentations. There was a folding table with a computer on it by the far wall's door.

"Alright, I'll start at the top," he said as he closed the door they entered from. He knocked on the far door and returned to the centre of the room. The door opened as a woman, also in a white coat, walked out. She was clearly a bit older, and dressed plainly and professionally like the man was, except for a pair of earrings and a thin black ribbon around her neck. She sat at the computer and dimmed the lights before he continued.

"My name is Dr. Sai Verma. I am the co-founder of Synsermo, a biotech company I started with a colleague of mine. Our work to date has been on bioelectric synergism." With that an image was projected behind him. "This is your basic RAL unit, that's Responsive Artificial Limb. What makes these limbs different from artificial limbs just ten years ago is the way the circuit is able to interact with the existing nervous systems in a way the brain can process it. Nerves communicate rather simply, passing small electrical charges from neuron to neuron. In an RAL, the nerves are actually attached to wires on the unit, and that lets the RAL both read and send the kinds of electrical signals human nerves send. We were both part of a team that helped get the signals to interact properly."

He paused, almost as if he wished they would gasp or something to show their impressed reaction. But with only silence greeting him he went on. "Since starting Synsermo, we have been working on other ways to get signals directly from an artificial connector to the brain and back again. Our original hope was direct communication between the human brain and our system. The first problem we had though was that these connectors must be placed at the ending of a nerve, or it will hijack signals from continuing on, making everything down-nerve unresponsive. It means we can only try attaching these at nerve endings, but there aren't many places with a dense concentration of nerve endings. The hands are too delicate and vital, the feet under too much pressure, that only really left one place with a bundle of nerve endings dense enough to get a signal..." Again he seemed to want a reaction but getting none he simply and bluntly finished. "That would be your sex organs. For lovely ladies such as yourselves that would be your g-spot, nerve endings very dense and close to the surface without being in the way of everyday life."

"Are you saying you can communicate with our minds through.. there?" Megan asked, trying to engage in the conversation.

"No, that's not what I mean. See nerves fire signals by opening and closing chemical channels, sending an electric signal by moving charged ions. Essentially then, nerve communication can be broken down into having these channels turn on and off, zero and one. You can consider nerves digital, it's really a lot like a big chemical computer. The problem is we have no idea what programing language its using, and that's what we've been working on."

"So when there's an amputation, the brain will still send these digital signals to a finger to bend, and with an RAL we determined what that data packet of zeros and ones is. But if there's no finger nothing happens. If you attach the right receiver to the end of that nerve to recieve that data packet, it can take the brain's formatted command to bend your finger and convert the signal to tell the motors in the artificial hand to bend the robotic finger. If you pick something up, a normal hand would tell your brain details about how it feels, so if you can send a signal from a mechanical hand the brain understands its as if they never lost a hand at all because it communicates. I'm trying to see if I can communicate with the brain with someone who hasn't lost a limb. In theory it could allow direct communication with the brain."

"To say what exactly?" Andrea asked, becoming intrigued with where this might be going.

"Our original goal was to find a way of letting a computer have a conversation with your brain, transmitting and receiving data without the need to talk, but that just isn't working. It might not ever be able to work. We just don't know what data packet would be needed to hijack nerves like that. Right now I can only get it to say things your nerves would normally say. Every signal either wouldn't process or only process the way those nerves usually react."

Everyone leaned forward, feeling he was clearly about to build to his final point.

"So while we were failing at our original goals, we realized we accidently created something that I think there's a real market for. This device can mimic what your g-spot would normally do, but without anything else needing to be done. You can stimulate yourself directly and perfectly every time, no need to use roundabout ways of stimulation like friction or vibration. So I present to you, the NESIC; that is the Neuro-Electric Signal Inducer Chip." As he finished talking he raised his hand up to the displayed diagram like a circus ringmaster pointing to the next attraction. On the screen was a very small chip next to a penny, it was just as thin and only a quarter as wide.

The girls had already started to let their minds wander, imagining all the possibilities. They couldn't picture how a chip like that could possibly do what he says.

"How does it get power?" Sophia asked.

"Nerves don't take much of a charge to send a signal, and the power to do so is sent by a Super-Qi signal like the induction battery chargers on your phones. If the remote isn't within 25 feet or so or isn't sending a signal it has no power. Of course each chip is coded so it couldn't just pick up a passing power signal and turn on, it has to be a specific frequency which is different for each chip."

Andrea put her hand to her mouth, stunned, speechless and trying to decide what to make of this.

After allowing appropriate time for this to sink in he continued by pulling what looked like a slightly large electric car key from his pocket. "This is the NESIC controller. Each chip is tuned to only respond when given coded commands so that it couldn't just be activated by some passerby. Nichole, would you mind?" He said as the woman by the computer set her coat on the chair and joined the doctor in the centre of the room.

"Nichole here has a NESIC fitted, and this is its controler," he said, waving the piece of plastic in his hands around. He ducked back to the computer to change the slide. "This is a close up of the control, you have to pinch both sides before it will recognize any other response. Don't want this accidentally turning on while you're driving or something!" He said, getting a slight chuckle out of the somewhat pensive looking Nichole.

"There are only three other buttons; this up arrow which turns the setting up, this down arrow which turns it down, and this circle at the bottom that sends the command to climax. One of the things that I've found is that when I turn it up like this..." he said as he hit the up arrow button, lighting a display that read 1 and making his assistant jerk ever so slightly. He continued turning it up until it read 9 and Nicole was in very visible arousal as her breathing quickened and she became very uneasy. "Yes, when it's turned up all the way I've found an interesting thing. The signal the chip is signaling is telling the brain it's aroused and stimulated, would you agree Nicole?"

She smiled as her cheeks began to flush "That's definitely what I'm getting."

"But unlike a vibrator or some other form of stimulation, this will never lead to orgasm because as it turns out that is a differently coded signal. Until I press this button..." he said as his thumb hovered over the big red circle. "Well, or unless something physically stimulates her down there she's never going to get over the edge." With that he began turning the device down until the screen read nothing at all.

"So that's the basics of what this is. But the real reason you're here is that it's been stuck in this kind of legal limbo, I can give them out for testing, but not yet sell them. I can't even take money for pre-orders, and trust me people have asked. I need to show it's safe and that means I need test subjects of every physical background and that's where you come in. My youngest tester is 19, but that's not good enough for those paper-pushers. They need test subjects who they define as "adolescent" which is 12-18. But it's even more complicated because I'm not sure I could give these to people under 18 because of the inherent sexual nature of the product. For all I know, giving this to a minor might be a crime!" You could hear his frustration as he explained it.

"So that's my whole deal," he continued in a more subdued tone. "If I ever want to get this to public sale I need safety approvals and the way its written I need people who are exactly 18. I legally can't pay you, some countries would consider that a bribe, but I will not be charging you for anything. These will be very expensive once they go on sale, so it's actually quite an expensive little gift. There have been no side effects or malfunctions from anyone, so I'm rather confident it would be safe. It's become common at some of the FetFairs around the country because whatever happens here people are bound by confidentiality, so I don't have to worry about one of the big companies beating me to market after they hear about it. When the chips are turned off you will barely even know they're there. If this sounds at all interesting please, I beg you to consider it. We can install them right now, if you are up for it."

"What if we don't like them?" Andrea asked.

"It just needs to be three months minimum to get approval by the last few government approval boards. I'll set up an exam at that point, and after that it doesn't matter what you do with them. If you really want to I can remove them early, but if you can wait the three months so I can collect the data, I'll take them out myself if that's what you want."

The women quietly thought about it. They didn't quite see the downside, but they still weren't sure. It felt like there must be one, it seemed too good to be true.

"What the hell, sign me up," Andrea said as she bounced to her feet.

"Thank you so much, just follow Nichole back," he said as he pointed to his assistant.

Andrea walked back to where Nichole was holding open a door. It led to a vaguely medical looking room with an exam bed prominently in the middle.

"Just hop up there and get your legs in the stirrups, this doesn't take long," Nichole said confidently as she went to put on gloves. "A few quick concerns; are you allergic to silicone, do you have any bleeding disorders, or do you currently have a UTI?"

"Nope, none of those," replied Andrea as she got into position.

"You'll feel a bit of a prick and some pressure, but nothing major. The chip will be placed under the skin, and surgical tape will hold it in place. The tape should dissolve on its own in a few weeks. If you understand and agree I need you to sign here," she said as she handed over a clipboard, one that Andrea signed quickly. Nichole slid up on a stool, the whole thing was exactly as simple as she described. A moment of discomfort, but before she even thought about it Nichole was sliding back and removing her gloves. "All done, here's your controler box," she said as she handed her a keychain sized device identical to the one Dr. Verma had been showing with the exception of a small carabiner at the top.

Andrea got down and walked to the door. As she opened it to leave Megan was waiting just outside and without exchanging a word slipped past and into the exam room.

"So let me see it," Lea said, outstretching her arm but not getting out of her seat. "Mind if I try turning it out?" she asked almost the second it was in her hand. Andrea was nervous but nodded her consent.

It was a strange sensation that hit when Lea turned it on to 1. It was not exactly pure pleasure, more like lust. The kind of hazed feeling like you might get watching a steamy movie. Even that might be too strong, more like a mildly steamy scene. It was certainly felt, but it wasn't particularly strong.

"You alright?" Lea asked

"Yes, fine. You know it's just kind of hard to describe, lets see higher," Andrea said as she decided to sit down.

She watched as the single digit LED screen on the remote went up to 2. There was certainly a difference. She began to feel a little flushed, a little bit warm even, and she could feel herself just starting to get wet.

She watched as it was increased again to 3. This was no longer minor, she was getting quite wet and without even noticing she had slipped her hand between her legs.

"Wait a second," Lea said as she pulled her friend's hand away. "I kind of want to see what this looks like just the chip, aren't you curious too?" Andrea didn't want to admit it but her friend was right. How would she know what these felt like if she was adding in her own sensations. She put her arms firmly to her side and gripped the bottom of the chair.

Lea continued, sending the device up to 4. It was getting more pronounced at the higher levels, this was really not like a vibrator. It wasn't just the lack of movement, but the stimulation felt so, detached. It seemed to simply will itself into existence for no earthly reason. It was like separating the pleasure from all the feelings around it, and only giving a concentrated dose of that. Her breathing was becoming faster, though not close to what could be called labored. She felt a warm radiation throughout her upper body, like might be generated from a long passionate kiss.

As it turned up to 5, she could almost feel like someone's hands were hovering just inches from her, exciting her without making contact. By 6, she was feeling the desperate urge to grind against something, her body was beginning to insist she do something about all these feelings of lust and desire. By 7 she could almost feel pins and needles around her breasts and crotch, both had become so tender she felt that any touch would send an explosive fire through her. By 8 she had to grip her hands tighter to fight the powerful urge to reach between her and do something about this.

Once the device had reached its maximum of 9, Andrea was looking to be in quite the mess. Her breathing was decidedly frantic. She had her eyes wide in an almost panicked look. She was finding it hard to think of anything but how much she needed to get off, and how surprised she felt at not being able to do so already. It was not even a full minute later before she asked Lea to turn it down, that it was too strong. While Lea had ascended slowly, taking in what each strength was doing, she recognized the need for relief and she powered it down very quickly.

Andrea lay panting, trying to catch her breath and slow her racing mind. She had been so preoccupied she hadn't even noticed Megan return from the back, nor Sophia leave to go next after her. She was barely back to earth in time to notice as Sophia return.

"Lea, have you made up your mind yet?" asked the Dr. Verma.

"What the hell, it looks like fun." She said as she handed Andrea back her controller and headed for the back room.

Andrea looked at it in disbelief, it just looked so plane. It didn't quite feel cheap but it certainly was nothing elaborate either. "So, explain one more thing if you could, what's the deal with the orgasm button? Can it just go off whenever or what?" she asked as her thumb traced the red rubber button's round outline.

"Oh no, nothing like that, though wouldn't that be something?" he said with a bit of a chuckle. "No, it's just as I said, the command the nerves give for stimulation is different from the command for orgasm. If you aren't stimulated enough it would be like asking for some food that isn't done cooking yet. People have said they need to be at around at least setting 5 before it responds properly, though some have said being on the lower settings for longer will work too."

Sophia gasped as she turned hers on. "So you're saying if this is on a high number and I press this button here, I'll have an orgasm, just like that?"

"Just like that, though I'd maybe take it easy while you're still here. It's easy enough to lose count and you don't want the bill getting to out of hand."

Sophia turned her chip off, suddenly startled. "Wait, what bill?"

"OH DEAR GOD!!" Megan yelled as she looked at her bracelet. It read in big red letters "-$1,190"

"Wait don't you remember the rules?" Dr. Verma asked.

"What rules?" Megan screamed in an only slightly more quiet tone.

"The one about charging you for orgams while you're on the fair grounds. The bracelets monitor when your body goes through orgasm and deduct from your account every time it does. It's one of the first things they remind you of when you get your membership and it's one of the first rules posted up on the wall by the entrance. It's one of the big things that make these events profitable enough to keep going," he explained in a tone that was trying but failing to not sound condescending.

"We aren't members," said a now quiet but panicking Megan.

"I guess we must have missed the rule board," Sophia said as she finally dared to look at her bracelet which read -$845.

"How do you miss it? It's got 'rules' written in big bold letters at the top, did you not think that was important?" he incredulously asked.

Andrea looked down and could almost feel her blood drain as she saw in big red letters -$1,270.

"Now hold on, how bad's the damage?" Paul asked in a voice attempting but failing to try to calm the room down. "They'll take credit cards it doesn't have to be cash."

"I.. don't.. HAVE any credit cards. And I don't have nearly enough on my bank card for this." Andrea said through gritted teeth, not sure if it's from anger or frustration.

As if waiting for the perfect timing, Lea walked back out just then and instantly knew something had gone horribly wrong. She could feel the tension and the dread.

"Lea, how much money do you have?" Andrea asked hoping for a saviour.

"On my card, not much. It's just about tapped out from the entrance fees. I even went over my limit and now I owe an extra 35 dollars," she replied cautiously, worrying there was some unseen landmine she may accidentally set off. "Why do you ask?

"Oh, no reason," replied a Megan, nearly in tears. "I just owe a little over a grand extra, ya know, no big deal" she said in an attempt at levity.

"Wait, how is that even possible?" Lea screeched, suddenly understanding the feeling of doom she walked in on.

"Apparently having an orgasm isn't free here. So we are kind of screwed unless they'll take your car as payment or something," explained Andrea

"Her car might be old but it could probably cover it." Megan said finally returning to a regular volume.

"Sure, but if we sell her car then how do we get home?" Sophia interjected.

"I might have a solution," Paul interrupted. "It's only a maybe, but it's probably better than selling your friend's car."

"Ok, when did selling my car become our first move?" Lea interjected.

"It was a figure of speech," Tom said defensively. "But I am friends with some of the organizers of this thing, I might be able to squeeze you in as staff but you might not like how."

"Let's hear it," replied Sophia.

"So this is a weekend long event, it doesn't disperse until Sunday. Well for members, some of us rent rooms to stay the whole time, that's what most of these rooms are for. It's tradition that at midnight of the first night there's a bit of a, well, no other way to say it but an auction. Paid actresses are auctioned off for the remainder of the weekend to the highest bidder. That's starting soon, and if we hurry, and my friend agrees, I might be able to squeeze you in there. Depending on how much you go for that could make a serious dent in your debt, maybe even take out all of it. What do you think?" Paul explained, gradually getting up from his chair and moving to the centre of the room as he was explaining.

It seemed like an extreme option, but Andrea didn't see much choice. She would never get the money from her parents, especially while they were still out. Hell, if they knew where she really was they might not speak to her for a month. Her friends were in similar binds.

"I'm sorry, I'm not willing to do that," Lea said after a long pause. "I'll loan you as much as I can spare, but I'm not doing that."

The silence returned. All three were thinking it over, each knowing they really had no other idea how to pay for all this. "What happens if we can't pay?" Megan asked after some time. "All of us entered using Lea's card, wouldn't it just charge her and bounce back with 'insufficient funds?'"

"Well, she paid the entrance fee, but what that negative means is exit fee. If you can't pay as you exit they take your information from the ID they're holding on file and give you a week to pay, plus a 10% late fee. You don't want that. If you haven't paid in full after two weeks they add another 10% and turn it over to some rather unscrupulous collectors that will not mind fucking with your life until they get paid. If you reach that far you've breached your contract and they don't have to respect your privacy, and they will shout from the rooftops if they think it will get them their money. It doesn't come up often, but it happens." Paul explained.

"Was this all part of some trick?" Sophia asked as she stared daggers at Tom.

"No, I swear. I didn't know you weren't aware of the rules, and I certainly didn't know you couldn't pay. It may sound extreme but Paul does have the only plan I can think of," Tom said as he leaned forward to meet her accusing stare.

"Fine, I'm in," said Megan as she rose to her feet. Sophia joined her and seeing no other option Andrea did too.

"Alright," Paul said with a clap, "we have to be quick about it, the three of you grab your stuff and come with me. Lea, I guess you should just meet them when they're off work, anytime after 2pm on Sunday."

"Good luck, if it's still open lets meet back at that bar," Lea called out as she stood by and watched her friends shuffle out the door.

The three friends grabbed their remotes and gags and following Paul through a maze of makeshift hallways. As they reached the end of a particularly long one, Paul knocked on a door and was greeted by some very large fellow that was just out of sight. He walked inside making pleasant conversation and with his hands told the girls to wait where they were.

It was this moment of waiting that was hardest so far for Andrea. It gave her mind time to give her a list of all the reasons this wasn't a good idea. And there certainly were a number of reasons. The only problem was that in response she had no other idea how she would get the money, and frankly a part of her thought that maybe this could be fun. I mean she paid a man to tie her up, now she was going to get paid to be sold off for the weekend, maybe it wouldn't be much worse.

The door opened and Paul walked out with three clipboards in hand. "Ok, I've talked it over and they decided to let you in, you need to look over these forms and sign them. Legally speaking you'd be actresses, and lucky for you that also means nothing you do will cost you extra money like it would if you were still a guest. Try to read these more carefully than you did the club rules, because it's serious."

There was only one page of text, it was dense but not complicated. They would be dressed in regulation outfits, though they weren't happy to see that this was an out of pocket cost if you didn't already have one. They would receive a fixed percentage of their auction price, but only after completion on Sunday evening. It laid out on its second page a long checklist of limits, and it said that any selected limit or any kind of play not listed on this page was banned. There were a few things listed that did not have a box allowing them to be declared as limits, but very few were part of these "required" list. The downside was that it also said that each limit above the first five would lower their pay percentage. They had a safeword, but using it would result in no pay unless banned activity occurred.

"And you're sure this could net us over a grand each?" Andrea asked skeptically as she reached the end of the document.

Paul cleared his throat before responding. "Usually, not everyone but most girls. My tip would be to make sure to highlight your strengths in your description at the back page. They'll read it as you go on stage and that can influence how much people are willing to spend. Mention your age, tell them you have a NESIC, and emphasize your newness cause that's rarer and some people like that."

Andrea bit her lower lip as she thought this over. "Worst case," she thought "I'll use my safe word and just wouldn't get paid. I'll be exactly where I am right now." She picked up the pen attached to the clipboard and began to fill in the form. She decided to make only the most extreme things off limits, she got 5 free and decided that could be enough. She signed her name, swallowed her remaining fears and was the last to hand back the clipboard.

"One last thing," Paul said as he collected the clipboards. "This is fantasy, they're going to probably say things they don't mean and threaten to do things they'll never do. You're being paid to let them do that," he said as he held the door open. Inside was a rather empty dressing room, there were several staff in blue shirts standing around doing nothing but no other women. As the three walked in, three staff members came from up to grab a clipboard at random and called for the appropriate girl to come follow them.

Andrea was called away by a young man with black rimmed glasses and stubble. He took her few possessions and set them on a small table in front of one of the dozen or so mirrors. He returned with a machine he held up to her bracelet which promptly came off her wrist. There was a single large printer in the far corner of the room, aside from a curtained doorway it seemed to be the only thing that wasn't all the same. Andrea watched as her attendant beat his colleagues to the machine, he placed her bracelet on the surface and began selecting things.

It very quickly began printing out one metal contraption after the other. Andrea was waved over and as the parts came out of the machine they were applied. They were lighter than they looked, but it was common for printed metal pieces to be hollow to save on cost. First came ankle cuffs with d-rings on all four sides, they closed snugly and were secured with a locking pin screwed into place. They were reflective but not overly shiny and each contoured to her foot. The thigh wrist and elbow cuffs were very similar, each one also locking closed with a screw which took some time.

Just as he was finished she saw a much more serious implement appear, a metal chastity device. It seemed an odd thing to dress someone you're about to auction, but that was less on her mind than the small plug protruding out the back. She had unchecked anal sex, but small anal plug was something she couldn't remove and now she saw why. It wasn't much wider than two fingers at it's widest and was barely even a pinky wide at the base, she felt she could take that.

"Spread your legs please," said the staff member quietly. Andrea did as she was told and soon felt the familiar slippery low-friction material that covered most sex toys now. It was only uncomfortable for a second or so before she felt the base of the belt against her skin. She could barely feel the intruder at all, something she was extremely grateful for. The belt came together at the front and had a rather wide and thick belt. As she looked down Andrea even saw some small recesses along the belt, but she wasn't sure their point.

Next came what looked like two metal half globes held together with a web of chains. As he positioned them into place on her breasts they began to take a shape similar to a bra. While the outside was perfectly round however, the inside were shaped to the contours of her breasts. It was not quite applying much pressure, but there was certainly no room for much air between her breasts and the insides of the globes.

Once that was secured, he went for a collar. It was thin and no more than an inch tall. It had many d-rings, much more than her cuffs. And attached to the frontmost d-ring was a nametag that simply said #1461. "Until you are are told otherwise," said the man securing the collar around her neck, "your name is 1461, that's your ID for the weekend." Andrea, well 1461 agreed.

He next held in his hand something that looked similar to a dildo but with thin chains and lots of them. She opened her mouth to take in the phallus until it had almost reached far enough back to make her gag but stopped just short. It was rather thick at the base and had a firm ring connecting the dildo to the chain harnesses and preventing her from biting down. Her head was quickly encircled with chains, under her chin, around her head and over the top of her head. It left two lines of chain visible out of the corner of her eye and sent the very clear message that it was there to stay.

She heard the machine ding, at which time the attendant grabbed the lengths of chain that had appeared and walked 461 back to the mirror by her stuff. She stood for several seconds simply admiring herself, paying no attention as he attached a short hobble chain between her ankles and an even shorter one between her thighs. Both chains had on either side a kind of casing that perfectly fit over a d-ring and clicked shut making it almost look like the chain was a part of the cuff. She only regained her focus and noticed him when he blocked her view in the mirror, standing up to attach a chain to her collar with the same kind of d-ring housing.

He quickly walked back behind her but this time she was able to keep her attention to what was happening to her. "Place your hands palm down at the top of your ass cheeks" he said even as he helped move her arms into those places.

A clicking sound echoed from behind her as one wrist slid into place. The d-ring had been lowered into one of her belt's crevices and the belt had taken hold of it, she could not move her hand from atop her ass cheek. This was followed quickly by the other hand doing the same. As if this wasn't enough immobilization, her elbows were connected with a chain. It puffed her chest out and while it was not uncomfortable, it did become mildly so if she attempted any major movement of her arms.

The attendant finally reached for her belongings. He clipped the NESIC controller to a ring on her collar along with another remote a little bigger that she hadn't noticed before. Next he reached for the gag and blindfold, "we'll keep this for you, it can be picked up when you finish."

Turning her head she could see that Sophia was being dressed in identical manner, while Megan still waited for her turn at the printer. She felt a tug at her collar. She tried walking to meet the tug but hadn't known about her hobble chains and almost fell over.

"Come on, they've already started the auction, you're going to be at the end as it is, we need to get you to the stage area." With that her attendant led her by the leash through the curtained door and down a dark hallway towards somewhere that was getting increasingly loud.

After what seemed like an endless maze of poorly lit hallways, 1461 finally saw signs of life. There were some very bright lights coming in from around the corner, partly illuminating maybe four women dressed as she was separated by several feet. From what little light she had she could see their neck chains were attached to a kind of hooked holder on railing above. Her own handler attached her chain to a similar location on the railing several feet behind the last girl.

"This device will pull you on stage when it's your turn," he explained as he gave a final tap on the small hook. "Once it's over follow it off stage and you will be handed off from there. Remember you're not a guest any more, you're being paid to help guests act out a fantasy. Try to look like you're enjoying it, they like that." With that he reached down to her collar and turned on her NESIC but only to a low setting. "This should help with the motivation," he said as he disappeared from sight.

1461 was now alone and beginning to feel scared. She had no use whatsoever of her arms, her legs were only slightly better, she was gagged with a dildo, and she was chained to a motorized railing. She was helpless, more so than she ever was when she had experimented before because even her friends were not around. She was slowly pulled forward as she watched the girl at the very front of the line be led around a corner to the lights and muffled sounds of an auctioneer introducing her.

Eventually she calmed. Perhaps it was the jolts of passion coming off of her chip. Maybe the panic was always going to be temporary. Maybe she simply got herself into the right headspace, if she wanted the money she was not going to be in control. She would simply do the best she could to do as she was told and maybe she might even end up enjoying parts of it.

She heard movement behind her and turned to see Sophia appear behind her. She was dressed identically down to the double remotes and numbered tag around her neck. When her helper left he also turned her chip on, up to level 2. 1461 could only assume hers was set to the same. They tried walking up to each other, but their leash lines stopped them about a foot short. It was close enough to read the number on Sophia's collar, 4209.

1461 wished she could say a word or two to 4209 before she went on stage, but with them both gagged that was only a dream. She wasn't sure she actually had anything to say anyway. She quickly left her friend behind as she struggled to keep up with the once again advancing leash, she had eliminated all her slack and had no room of error with such small steps.

All the while that damn chip was making it harder to think clearly. It was giving everything a warm glow and was building up a charge, one she desperately wished she could address. Of course she couldn't do that, and that made this teasing all the more diabolical. By the time the other woman had gotten their call, 1461 was almost breathing heavy with anticipation. The public debasement that's coming had already sounded like it might be hot, but with the slow percolation between her legs, it was beginning to sound like heaven.

As she was yanked into the light, her eyes took time to adjust. She was on a stage, with several dozen rows of half filled seats in front of it. She heard words coming from the auctioneers mouth and out the speakers, but she was so distracted she failed to make them register. She instead focused on what she had been told, make herself look seductive. She tried her best pleading eyes, leaning from one side to the other, bending over slightly before remembering she was held up by a leash and doesn't have dangling breasts any more. She watched as people raised their numbered placards, she tried to give them extra attention before deciding that perhaps a spin was called for.

"...And sold! Sold to bidder 71." 1461 heard after the bang of a mallet brought her attention back. She turned to follow the line as it pulled her off stage while pulling 4209 behind her on stage. A rather large man was waiting, unclipped her leash, and began leading her away. After a maze of hallways she reached room 142 and using a keycard the tall man opened the door and led her inside.

It looked like a hotel bedroom, but there certainly were differences. There was a bed along the far wall with large bedside tables on either side, there were drawers by the near wall complete with TV, a few chairs scattered throughout, to the left was ample carpeted floor space and to the right was the doorway to a bathroom. But then there were the details that made all the difference. The bed was on a solid four post metal frame, the bedside tables sat atop metal cages, and against one wall stood a woman dressed in the metal outfit she now wore, chained to the wall. She had flame red hair, her skin was pale, she was short and her leash was dangling in front of her. She was still attached to the wall by another chain, presumably like the ones to either side of her. 461 was led over to this woman's left and the wall-anchored chain was clipped on to one of her collar's back d-rings before he let go of her leash. His job now apparently done he left the room promptly leaving 461 alone with this stranger and without turning off her chip.

The woman was objectively stunning. Her skin was like porcelain, she was slender and her green eyes were piercing. Her tag read 9587 and hanging beside it was her own NESIC controller, also set to 2. She had a pleading look in her eye, one that 1461 was beginning to understand. She had clearly been here longer and with that chip going for so long it builds a need for release. The fact that she was hopelessly restrained was only amplifying the pace that feeling was building in 1461, she imagined that since 9587 volunteered she must be similarly minded. 9587 must be highly aroused and had been left here alone for some time before 1461 arrived.

But like the hallway, their chains did not give the the slack they needed to touch. Of course with all their most sensitive parts covered there would have been little either of them could have done but the fact that they couldn't even try was frustrating all by itself. Hanging her head in defeat, 9587 turned away and returned to watching the door as she had been doing for some time.

1461 instead began to search the room and found a clock she could barely see against the wall. It was only 12:20, she would not be free for 39 hours and change. She cursed herself for doing the math. She tried hard to not look back at the clock, instead focus only on the door like her companion was. After what felt like hours she broke and looked at the clock again but saw that it had only been 17 minutes. At this point she wished the clock wasn't there to torment her almost as much as she wished her damn chip could be turned off.

The door finally opened a little before 1 o'clock, through it walked a man and woman, arms locked together. He was wearing a slim black button-up shirt with grey pants and black shoes. He was average height, slender build and had a full head of short, styled hair. She was blond, with a trim figure accentuated by her cocktail dress and black heels.

"How'd I do honey?" the man asked his companion.

"Very good. This should be good, and they're both chipped?" She replied, letting go of his arm and walking towards the two chained girls.

"Yes they are, and this is brunette one over there's first time at the auction," he said, walking up and pointing at 1461.

"What are we going to do with two of them?" She asked as she turned back to her man. "Last time one was more than enough. I know it's been a good year, but do we really need both?"

"We can do whatever we want with them, that's the point. If we only need one at a time we can always lock the other one away till we think of something. Say the word and one of them will just sit in a cage all weekend." He said in a voice even 1461 found enticing.

"Well you slaves need names don't you?" she asked rhetorically, neither girl responded. "How about I name you over there Red Slave, and you over there New Slave since it's your first time."

"Do you like my wife's idea slaves?" He asked as He began unclipping the remotes from each girl. Both slaves nodded. "Good then lets go over the rules. First, I am your Master, she is your Mistress. If you refer to us by any other name you will be punished. Second, you are our property for the weekend, you exist to serve us and we can do with you what we like. Third, you will be treated as you behave. If you are good slaves you will be rewarded, if you are bad you will be punished. Am I clear?"

New Slave attempted the best "yes Master" she could, but with all the gargled sounds she gave up and simply nodded her head. This was becoming very real and maybe it was the nearly hour of teasing torment, but she felt a rush of excitement.

"Of course we might just punish you anyways if we want to watch you squirm," Mistress said as She held Red Slave's chin in Her hand. She moved her other hand behind to reach for the chain keeping Red Slave at the wall. "Honey," She said in a quiet tone to her side, "it's not unlocking."

"You need the remote, remember? Hold down the unlock button and then push the release on the chain connector itself. Otherwise anyone could just walk by and free them and we wouldn't want that now would we?" He said, handing his wife a pair of remotes while looking right into New Slave's eyes.

She took the remotes and unchained Red Slave from the wall. She threw Red Slave onto the bed face-first. New Slave watched as She held a button on the other remote before pressing a latch at the top of Red Slave's belt, releasing that hand before doing the same to her other hand. She then reached for the drawers at the side of the bed. In the second drawer, and from an angle neither slave could see, were rows of chains and connectors. She pulled out a connecter and placed one end over a d-ring on the palm side of each wrist, binding Red Slave's wrists just an inch or so apart. Holding the release button on the remote She then removed the chain connecting Red's elbows and after testing her flexibility replaced it with a very short connector that held her elbows just an inch or two apart.

Her husband watched for a moment before unchaining New Slave from the wall. While still standing, He detached her wrists but left her elbows bound. He let go of her leash before sitting in a chair. "New Slave, my shoes, take them off and set them in the corner" He said as He simply sat back and waited. Without her ankle or thigh chains removed she found it hard to kneel down. But once she was there she began to untie and remove first one shoe and then the other. After trying and failing several times to stand up, she simply and slowly crawled on her knees, shoes in hand, to the corner before returning the same way.

Her thigh cuffs had only inches of room and with her elbows still bound her hands could not help her as she scooted along her knees back to His chair. She looked over to the bed and saw that Mistress was undressing as Red Slave had been bound even tighter, with a chain now connecting her feet to her elbows in a strict hogtie. As she turned back to look at where she was going she could see His semi-hard cock sitting halfway up, now unencumbered by pants. His naked legs were spread wide and she scooted herself between them as close to the chair as she felt she could get.

"Well slaves," He said as He reached for a remote. "We are going to have a bit of a race."

"The first one to bring their owner to orgasm wins, but more importantly the loser will be punished," Mistress said finishing Her husband's explanation "Ready dear?" She asked as she slumped down on the bed with Red Slave's head near Her exposed pussy.

"Almost," he said as he pulled New Slave forward by the back of the neck. Holding the release button He pulled on her gag removing the large dildo, and a line of drool with it, leaving only a ring gag holding New Slave's mouth very open and exposed. He leaned forward and grabbed her hands, maneuvering a clasp into place on either side of her wrists locking them firmly an inch and a bit apart. He sat back and reached for her NESIC remote. "Should we set them to 5?" He asked his wife, turning up the chip's intensity knowing the question was mostly a rhetorical one. New Slave shivered as she already felt on edge from the long slow burn she had been experiencing. She felt she was getting far beyond where she would normally cum but her body just wouldn't do it.

"Sounds good to me, and 3, 2, 1, go," She said as She slammed Red Slave's head between her legs.

He matched his wife, taking New Slave by the back of the head and forcing her open mouth over his mostly erect cock. She tried to keep up the pace but the electrical sparks shooting through her body kept shaking her our of routine. He ended up holding her head continuously as she bobbed trying as best she could to slurp and use her tongue. She had never been great at blowjobs, she had only tried it twice, and certainly never with her mouth held open. As his penis grew firm she found herself gagging more and more, spending almost as much energy fighting against his push as she was on the task of satisfying his cock.

Eventually he applied his other hand and then there was just nothing for her to do but try to relax her throat. She was starting to fight past the feeling of gagging and getting down her throat. She had never managed to do that before and wasn't sure what to make of the feeling. It certainly was making her gasps for air more desperate, but she wasn't feeling endangered in any way. She certainly liked that she really had no choice in the matter, He never asked and she had no way of stopping Him.

She couldn't see it, but New Slave could certainly hear louder and louder moans coming from the bed behind her. After a particularly loud one they stopped all together. She didn't have a good feeling about this. He removed His hands and actually pushed New Slave off his cock completely.

"Well New Slave, you sure have a lot to learn about sucking cock. You're going to be punished for this," He said as he got up and walked over to the bed with her remotes in hand. "Red Slave, your reward is you get to finish what she should have," He said as his wife helped slide their slave's hogtied form over to her husbands waiting erect cock. "New Slave, your punishment starts with watching how you should have worked, and you're going to enjoy it."

As New Slave slowly began to turn herself around to face the bed she convulsed as she felt the chip turned up even higher. By the time she was facing the bed she was fully out of breath with her eyes closed tightly as she tried to endure the torment coming from so much overwhelming but unfulfilled desire. Suddenly she went wide eyed with pain as she felt electric shocks sting both nipples.

"Keep your eyes on me slave," He said as Red Slave began to work on his cock. Even from a distance New Slave could see the difference. Red wasn't being guided, but she was working quickly, loudly and deeply, taking almost the whole shaft every time. She was slurping and moaning but both together was enough to drown out the sounds coming from Him. New Slave fought to keep her eyes open as waves of desire were telling her brain how badly she needed to cum. She even wished she were in Red's place, taking His cock would at least be something and her overwhelming drive was screaming for something, really anything.

"Here it comes slave, I better not see you lose a drop of it," He said as He ever so slightly sat up. Just as He threw his head back and started moaning, His wife who was laying beside him held down Red Slave's head forcing his cock and its cum to the back of her throat. She did not let go as Red Slave's face began to change color, yet Red Slave did not seem to be struggling. After a tap from Her husband, She let go and flipped Red Slave onto her side and allowed her to desperately gasp for air.

New Slave watched as her Master and Mistress seemed to ignore the panting slave that lay between them and simply began to kiss. Watching the two only helped amplify the jolts shooting through her, screaming at her to go join them, or touch herself, or really anything. The fact that she could barely move and that her sensitive parts were locked away seemed to only amplify her desire. She couldn't even stop herself from drooling, she was truly and deliciously helpless.

She started whimpering quietly, moaning to herself in desperation. Pulls on her arms did nothing, but with her elbows still somewhat spread she could at least move them around as a pair. But as she did she began to lose her balance and plunge to her side, stopping herself with from falling completely by landing on her forearm. She wasn't able to get back up again, her thigh chain simply didn't give her enough flexibility to get back up. So slowly, trying to to hurt herself she lowered herself until she was laying on her side and eventually her stomach. The metal globes pressed in and disappointingly neither her breasts nor crotch could even feel the carpet. It was maddening but what could she do but curl up and try to think cold shower thoughts.

Of course it wouldn't matter if she were actually *in* a cold shower, the signals of arousal kept coming and wouldn't stop. She tried repositioning in every way her outfit allowed, there was no way to relieve or even dull the pressure. Her quiet cries became more desperate as she started to tear up in overwhelming frustration. She could no longer see over the bed from her place on the floor, but as best as she could muster she kept an eye occasionally looking towards the bed in case her masters came for her.

Before anything else she saw from under the bed Mistress's legs as she stood up. He came into view shortly after as he lowered a still hogtied Red Slave to the ground. He had replaced her dildo plug and attached a short chain from the top of her trainer gag to her elbows holding her head up strenuously. He looked over at a wide eyed New Slave and simply said "She lost a couple of drops, I told her not to."

"But you, you terrible cocksucker," Mistress said, "You really take the cake. You can't even stay on your knees and watch like we tell you to? This is going to be some very bad punishments for you," She finished as she knelt down to brush New Slave's damp hair out of her face.

"That's true, do you like the teasing? Do you wish I would just let you cum?" He asked as he moved his attention from the docile Red Slave to the pleading eyed New Slave. She shook her head mouthing as best as the ring gag would let her "Yhes Pleethhe Massihr."

"Oh poor thing," Mistress tisk tisked, "she hasn't learned yet that slaves don't get to have those unless they make their owners happy. Do we look like you're making us happy?" New Slave stayed silent this time. "Let's get her on her feet."

The two helped New Slave to her feet and brought her over to the foot of the bed. They unchained her legs, but were quick to re apply other chains that kept her spread wide. Using a clip, they attached her leash to the frame of the bed, forcing her to hunch over at the railing. They tested her flexibility and replaced her elbow chain with only a slightly smaller chain. Finally she heard but could not see the sound of chain through a motor. It began to very slowly tug at her wrists, pulling them further and futher above her until the motor mercifully stopped.

Mistress sat in front of her captive on the bed, laughing lightly at the uncontrollable drool coming from her mouth. She undid her gag and New Slave was finally free to close her mouth, something she did only temporarily before returning to breathing heavy deep breaths.

"Well slave, look at me and remember this well," commanded Mistress as she held New Slave's head up to meet her gaze. "This is what happens when slaves disappoint their owners."

New Slave froze in fear as she felt something long and narrow move gently across her ass. She had read about caneing, but had never tried it and had no idea what to expect.

"So let's see, you failed to suck a decent cock, that's 10 strokes," She said devilishly as she held up one finger as if to count. "Another 10 for falling over when you were told to watch. And if you want us to turn this down," she said as she held up her NESIC remote which read 8. "That's going to be 5 strokes for every level we turn down."

"Do I have to decide how much I want it turned down now?" New Slave meekly asked.

"That's another 10, did you forget how to address your owners?" Mistress said as She slapped her slave's face.

"Mistress, sorry Mistress," New Slave said trying to apologize.

"No slave, now where would be the fun in that? I want you to count each stroke and end it with 'thank you master' after each one. If you lose count we start again is that understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

She looked over Her slave's shoulder and nodded, giving the green light for the caneing to begin.

New Slave wasn't ready for the pain of the first hit, it burned and stung leaving her blinded by white hot pain. It also made her forget to count. Another blow landed and another cry of pain went out without a number. It was not until the fourth hit she composed herself to say through forming tears "One, thank you Master." He continued his onslaught not only on her ass but her upper thigh as well, he seemed to not want to hit the same spot twice. When she got to 30, tears were running down her face. she waited for the next hit but it never came.

"Now, if you want us to turn this down," Mistress said once again holding the remote. "You need to beg us to keep caneing you. And if it's not believable we will still cane you another five times, but those ones wouldn't turn down you chip. And again, lose count and we start back at one is that clear slave?"

"Yes Mistress."

"So start begging," She said as she sat back a bit to take in a broader picture.

"Please Mistress, please cane me more," she said trying to sound convincing. She counted out the next five strokes dutifully and then waited.

"That wasn't good enough begging, I want to see better."

"Please, Mistress, this slave wants to be caned! Please cane me Mistress."

After the next five she counted out she watched and felt as her chip was turned down to seven. She continued begging for another 35 counts, only failing to beg properly one other time. Her ass, her thighs were on fire. She knew she almost had it off though, and as she opened her mouth to beg to be hit again she was instead rewarded with a slap across before she got more than half a word out. .

"Ohh poor little slave, you didn't think I would turn it off completely did you?" She asked followed by a theatrically fake laugh. "Now it's time to get you two slaves ready for sleep."

New Slave sighed in relief as her arms were released and once again as her leash was untethered from the bed. Her arms were even released from behind her back, giving her freedom of movement for the first time since she was hauled off to the auction. She was first allowed to the bathroom to urinate, something the belt allowed her to do without removal. She was allowed to rinse herself down there before a tug on her leash pulled her back to the main room.

Her legs were still weak and shaking, but Master pulled her by the leash to the floor making her to crawl rather than walk. She was led to the far side of the bed in front of a cage that double as a bedside nightstand. Using a passcode, the cage opened and she was led in. She was not be able to sit up, and the bars were too narrow to stick a hand or leg through, so it was going to be an uncomfortable night. It's only redeeming quality is that it had a padded floor. Red Slave had been similarly freed from all chains and was led into a matching cage on the other side of the bed.

"Slave, I have set a wakeup for you tomorrow, it will wake you but not us. You are to follow the written instructions that will be shown on the roof of your cage. We aren't leave you gagged overnight, but if you make just one sound that disturbs us you will pay for it in the morning. Now sleep well my slaves, tomorrow is a long day." With that He typed something else into the cage's keypad, hung a tag on the outside door handle, put the remotes in a locked drawer, and joined his wife in bed before turning off the lights.

New Slave curled up as best she could, the dimensions made every position just a little awkward. Her rear still burned from the caning, making the search for a comfortable position even more difficult. She tried moving her hands to see if there was any way around the chastity belt preventing her from reaching a climax after so much teasing, but she decided to give up and count her blessings that her chips was on its lowest setting. It wasn't easy to get to sleep, but she had a feeling she would need it for tomorrow.

New Slave's night was filled with fitful sleep and some of the strangest dreams she could remember having. Thanks to her chip staying on she never had time to "cool off," at least not fully. Every dream and wondering thought, given enough time, always circled her back to some deviant dream. The confinement of the cage certainly wasn't helping anything, nor was the fact that she was used to sleeping with both a shirt and sweatpants. It thankfully wasn't too cold, but that was about all she felt thankful for.

Her hazy rest and depraved dreams were cut very abruptly short as she felt a slight but unmistakable electric zap on both her nipples and in her ass. It was not nearly enough to make her cry in pain, but it was certainly enough to wake her. As it subsided half a minute later the roof of the cage lit up, simply saying "Retrieve Breakfast; Equipment Outside." Another few seconds and the cage door unlocked, allowing her to simply open it and crawl out.

She looked over and saw Red Slave emerge and waited by the door for New Slave to catch up before holding the door open for both of them. In front of the door was a note with FetFair stationary at the top.

"Your owners have requested you bring them breakfast. Here you should find two trays with thin chains in two of the corners for both, as well as two double-sided d-ring connectors. Attach the correctly labeled tray to you by first slipping the curved side into the connector slots at the front of your belt and then second by attaching the chains to your collar. Then lock your wrists together behind you using the connector. Only then do you turn to your right and follow the signs to the kitchen to retrieve their breakfasts. Kneel in front of them and wait for them to wake up. Do not spill or you will likely be punished."

Below were exactly what was described. Each tray had a small piece of paper on it, one with the numbers 1461 which New Slave knew to be hers. The tray had clearly been printed with this belt in mind as it fit like a perfect extension of the hardware and the chains were the perfect size for the tray to be held level.

Before putting the connector on, New Slave couldn't help but look closer at it. She hadn't seen one up close before, but saw it was almost comically simple. It was the same semi-reflective metal their clothing was made of, it was only as thick on either side as the slot in the middle, and had only a single small button in the middle of the device. She held out one wrist and slid it on, there was only a whispered click as i reached the base of the d-ring to become flush with the cuff. She tried pushing the button but it wouldn't release.

"It's not going to release without the suit's remote," Red Slave said, in a very quiet voice with her hands already bound behind her. "This really is your first time isn't it?"

New slave nodded her head yes before moving her hands behind her and fidgeting to make them connect. "Could you help?" she asked as she turned to have her back face her fellow slave. She felt her hand be guided into place before she heard a nearly mute click and knew she was good to go.

"So I guess that means you've done this before?" New Slave asked Red Slave as they walked side by side to the kitchen.

"Yes, my first time going to one of these was when I was still living in Brooklyn. My boyfriend was one of those wall street king-of-the-world types. We were both heavily into the lifestyle and one day about a month and a bit into the relationship he told me about this big party coming to town. He was a member, so we rented a room, went to the private shows, the whole deal. That first night there was an auction, and that whole night I kept thinking about that. Well, we didn't last long, he was a little too in love with himself to make time for anyone else, but that memory still stuck. So a few months later when I heard there'd be another one of these I asked if just anyone could be auctioned off, and once I heard it paid that was the end of it. I can make more in a weekend here than I could at my dayjob in two weeks. So anytime they have one of these within a half a day's trip I volunteer. That's about once a month-ish, and I'm just saving most of it away for when I need it. I'm just lucky they keep accepting me back, cause I hear the more times you've worked the more picky they get."

Red Slave finished her spiel right as the two the two reached the kitchen. Everything was makeshift, but there were still a lot of burners and several chiefs. She could smell the bacon and suddenly felt very hungry. As her stomach gurgled Red Slave warned not to get her hopes up, that they don't get to eat the good food as slaves.

"What room?" asked a dower man at a computer just inside the doorway.

"142 sir," Red Slave replied.

"Ok, that should be about 6 minutes," he said in a tone that very much screamed "go away now."

So the two stood to one side and continued to chat. New Slave told her about the small town she's from, about her birthday and how she had only recently discovered this side of her and eventually to telling her the mix-up that got her to volunteer in the first place. Red Slave continued about herself as well, that she'd known about this kinky side of her when she was still a kid before she even knew it as a sexual thing. She lives in Hoboken now, working as a bank teller and even mentioned there's a FetFair in Boston in four weeks she's already applied to work at.

The sour man called out our Master's room and we both quickly came. "Now which is to have His food and which one Her food?" he asked as he retrieved two large plates of food.

"I'm holding Her food, sir," Red Slave said as she stepped ever so slightly forward. He set on her tray a large plate with an omelet, bacon and fresh fruit. New Slave got a plate full of scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon and sausage. Then each tray had a silver cover placed over the plate and were also given a glass of orange juice and a coffee. Before sending them away the man put a card in Red Slave's hands explaining that this is a one use card to get the door open. With that the two began the slow and careful walk back to the room.

When the card reached the handle it not only unlocked but popped slightly open. The room was still dark and after being in a lit, although dimly lit, hallway it took both girl's eyes time to adjust before kneeling at their respective places.

When she was alone in the cage, she passed her time trying to sleep. It passed the time, it had a goal. This waiting was different, and only now was she starting to get the true devilishness of the chip. She tried to think of other things, non-sexy things, but her mind would wander back. It made the time crawl and made her yearn for her Master to get up so that at least something would be happening.

Slowly, she saw stirring. His arms stretched out, but sadly moved over to spoon his wife. Many excruciatingly slow minutes later they both began to sit up as he probed for a light switch. "Good morning slaves," He said as light illuminated the room. "Sit up more, I can't reach it if you aren't sitting up."

Both slaves carefully complied, making sure not to spill anything. They each took their food but left their drinks where they were, only taking a sip occasionally and then setting the cup back. It meant that as they ate, both slaves had to remain sitting up in case their owners needed something. When they were finished they set their empty things atop the cage/nightstands before He got up to retrieve the remotes to both slaves from the locked drawer. He used them to unlock the trays from both girls before returning back to the drawers.

"You slaves must be hungry," He said as he set two cheap bowls on the floor. Red Slave was already scooting on her knees over from the other side of the bed. "Well we've got something just for you," He said as he brought out two white square plastic containers with opaque film covers, the kind you might find tofu in. "Do you know what these are New Slave?" He asked before receiving a prompt but quiet "no sir."

"This is a delicacy of sorts, made just for slaves," He said as he walked back to the bowls. "This little box has all the vitamins, protein and carbs a slave like you needs, and with a taste you will appreciate," He continued, setting down a container that prominently said "Slave Chow: Cum Flavor" on the label. "It's not be much to look at but it doesn't have to be fancy since it's for slaves and not people," He said as he opened a container and plopped the semi-translucent gelatinous square blob in the bowl. It gave off a smell of dog food and was one of the least appetizing things New Slave had ever seen. "We are going to go take a shower now, those bowls need to be licked clean by the time we get out." With that he patted his slaves on the head and disappeared from sight, leaving their hands bound behind them.

New Slave watched in disbelief as Red Slave began quickly eating the moment He had left. No, New Slave was much less willing to dive in headfirst. She started in one of the corners that had kept a dishearteningly pronounced shape. The texture was somewhere between pudding and jello, and true to name tasted salty and pungent. As she got further into the square there began being more and more solid chunks suspended in the gelatin mixture. They were still quite soft, but closer to waterlogged bread rather than pudding. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Red Slave already licking the bowl, so she held back her strong objections and sped up. She had started licking her bowl clean just as she heard the shower turn off, making it just in time.

"I'm glad to see you can follow orders," Mistress said as she was the first out of the bathroom. "Well we are off to go have fun, so we need to do something with you two. Why don't you two go use the bathroom and come back, I think we've come up with just the thing to do to you two while we're gone," She finished as she reached into one of the drawers and pulled out two fistfuls of chains. It was a little harder using the facilities with bound wrists but both slaves made due. "Stand over there and face each other," she commanded once they had both returned.

She replaced the two way connectors binding each wrist with a three way connector, allowing her to run a chain from one wrist, between both woman's legs, and to the other wrist. The two were now only inches apart before she added chains keeping each slave's legs closed . She then added very short chains, connecting the two slaves to each other at the ankles, thighs, chastity belt and finally the collar. The collar was particularly close, if both girls faced forward there would be no more than three inches between their chins. With Her husband's help, they lowered the two girls to the ground.

They lay there trying there best to see what was coming next. But as the two dressed they largely ignored their slaves. Before leaving though Mistress walked over with both girl's remotes in hand. A surge of power shot through both woman as She turned up their NESICs to 4, silently waved goodbye and left.

New Slave watched as inches away Red Cunt closed her eyes and began to breath deeply. Her breath still stank of that "food" and every subtle twitch was clear as day at this distance. For her part, New Slave was not taking it well either. She had been much higher yesterday but she wasn't sure how long they would be stuck to each other. She felt her arms pulled closer as Red Slave fidgeted, forgetting just how little slack she had. That jolt at least brought her eyes open, revealing her stunning deep green eyes.

"So, since you've done this before, how do you pass the time when you're chipped like this?" New Slave asked, hoping she had found some way to do so.

"Not really anything helps much. If you try to think of something else you'll eventually be dragged back by some jolt and then it will seem even worse. As torturous as it is, it's best to not try to fight it because it's a losing battle that will only make you more frustrated. Embrace it and it will eventually seem like white noise. Frustrating, sex-fueled white noise but that's still better than the alternative," She said through belabored breath.

New Slave didn't like that answer. She had not had the infernal thing off since she was brought to the auction. Her sex drive was running wild and then the advice is to just take it? But like so many parts of this she didn't have much of a choice. And as she thought on that, her absolute helplessness, the arousal did seem less pronounced.

After the longest hours of her life, she wasn't quite feeling numb to it but it wasn't on her mind nearly as much as her neck pain was beginning to be. With their collars so close, neither slave could quite turn over enough to lay their head on the floor at a natural angle. It was taking its toll.

"Is there any chance we could flip over, so one of us is on our back?" Red Slave asked.

"Let's try rolling onto my back, I'ma bit bigger and by the look of it a bit heavier too," New Slave suggested. It was harder than she thought to flip her and Red Slave over without their hands. With heavy concentration, and some careful footwork in the limited movement they had, they flipped over. Red Slave now lay on top of her, pressing her breasts against Red Slave just below the ones Red Slave was pushing against her. She could hear the metal clink as both chastity belts lay on top of each other.

Red Slave did her best to get comfortable, which unfortunately made her settle on resting her forehead against New Slave's forehead. She did not put much weight on it, only enough to relax her neck and try to find a bit of comfort. She could feel herself rise and fall as New Slave breathed.

"I don't get it, why would they just leave us like this if they're not even going to be her," New Slave moaned quietly with a clear sound of frustration in her voice.

"Well the kind of people who can afford these rooms can afford almost anything. They don't need to be here 24/7 to feel like they're getting their money's worth. I once was sold to a man who made me blow him through the bars of my cage for a few minutes in the morning, do it again for a few minutes at night, but I stayed in the cage in the walk-in shower the whole weekend. He otherwise didn't acknowledge my existence, or even leave a light on most of the time. I had a bucket to go in, a hose to clean up, and all my food packets that I had to ration myself already in the cage. These people don't have to be here to get a thrill out of the fact that we have to be."

New Slave let the words sink in, that all this torment was just to stroke their own ego. She at once both hated the arrogance and loved the objectification she was going through. It was making her see stars, she tried grinding her hips against the woman chained on top of her, intellectually knowing it would do nothing but not consciously thinking about it. She let out a frustrated groan as she eventually halted her grinding in defeat.

Red Slave could sense the desperation, she felt it too. Hearing her groan in such pain though made her feel sorry for this person who she thought was clearly in over her head. Tilting her head, she moved in and kissed her, not just because her companion sounded like she needed it but because she wanted it too. She had spent the same hours locked in this state and experience may have helped her deal with it, but it certainly didn't quell the fires being stoked by the chip. They both began moaning in delight as they each put everything they had into the deep passionate kisses.

The two continued for some time, taking breaks occasionally, but the breaks would build their frustration and they would start again. There was nothing else to do and it provided at least a monicum of relief. Their jaws were almost getting sore by the time they heard the door open and saw their owners return. It was impossible to hide the evidence of what they had been up to and everyone there knew it.

"Don't look so worried, I knew what you'd do if I left you like that," Mistress said, belaying the slave's fears of punishment. "I wanted you to stew for a while to be properly motivated when we got back. We love watching our slaves frustrated and denied, and we were just warming you up."

The two helped their slaves to their feet where they each removed their slave's metal bras. The fresh air felt good. New Slave also couldn't help but admire Red Slave's near perfect rack. They were firm and perky with two barbell piercing horizontally through each. They were not any larger than her own but they stood firmly at attention as if gravity had taken the day off.

To New Slave's surprise they released their hands, as well as every other chain except the one between their collars. They helped their slaves back to the floor before standing over them menacingly.

"You should be right at the edge by now. We aren't unlocking your chastity belts, but we are going to turn your chips up." Mistress said in a booming voice as her husband turned up the devices. "I want you both to try to bring the other to orgasm, but I give no permision to actually cum. If you cum you will be punished for disobaying our orders, you don't want that. Now go."

Red slave furiously pulled New slave close and ran one hand through her hair while grabbing her ass with the other. "Think how good it will feel to cum," she seductively whispered into her competitors ear. "All that torment, just let it all out."

New Slave had a much more singular approach. She had always heard that nipple piercings make you much more sensitive, and she was putting all her eggs in that basket. She flicked, pinched, caressed, as best she could while Red Slave was holding her so tightly. She was afraid she might be losing, such personal contact and the tempting offer to cum and the signals coming from her crotch were colluding to tell her to throw the match. She only held out knowing that whatever the punishment it would probably be worse than not cumming right then.

Red Slave began quivering, the hours of teasing and now the first attention her nipples had had in almost a day was becoming too much. She lost control just long enough to loosen her grip, and with a bit of acrobatics New Slave took the opportunity to move her head closer to Red Slaves' sensitive nipples and began to blow seductively at them, even wetting them first to enhance the cool sensation. It was too much and Red Slave bucked and gasped as she teetered over the break of orgasm that she had been circling around for hours.

Instantly, both slaves felt their chips get turned down to 1 and the two pulled apart panting as far as their tether would allow. "Well Red Slave, you lose. Your punishment starts with your dinner," He said as he went to the cabinet where he had retrieved food earlier that morning. He pulled out a similar plastic box but with a slightly different label. He showed it to Red Slave in an effort to induce dread, something it seemed to do very well and with some reason. It read "Punishment Slave Chow: Garbage."

New Slave looked worried but a little confused. "You probably haven't seen one of these before either, have you New Slave?" He asked, noticing her expression. She shook her head no. "You see what you had earlier today, that's the regular kind of Slave Chow. It has the nutrition, and a taste made for a slave. But if your slave has been extra naughty like this one," He said as he pointed a finger at Red Slave. "Well in that case you feed them this. It only comes in their worst flavors. This one literally is flavored like garbage, they'll be the taste of coffee grounds, cigarette butts, orange peels, they even color some of the bits to look the part. But you can get that from just regular Slave Chow."

"What makes it 'punishment' is that once it's down, whoever ate it is going to feel bad for a while. You see there's a little additive that really plays a number on your system, tricking it into thinking that something's wrong. Most people describe it as being light headed and dizzy, with a burning, tingling, pins-and-needles sensation throughout your gut. It's perfectly medically safe, the discomfort isn't a sign of anything actually bad happening in your body, it doesn't even make you want to throw the food up. But it sure does feel like something terrible has happened for an hour or two. Isn't that right Red Slave?"

Red Slave didn't feel much like responding. She really hated that stuff, but just barely not enough to make it a hard limit. She knew it was usually only brought out as a punishment and while she obviously doesn't like punishments, she does like being punished. It always came when she had failed her Master, and she loved having that reminder to be a good little slave. It makes the stakes more real, and makes her that much more devoted of a slave. Even now her primary thought was that she should have obeyed her master's orders better, then she wouldn't have to eat that.

This just always seemed a little scarier to her than the whips or wax or canes or clamps that most people use. Once this is in your system, there's no stopping it no matter how much you beg or even if the Master changed His mind halfway through and feels you've suffered enough. She thought for a second of begging for a different punishment but figured that would only make it worse.

Mistress bent down and decoupled the slave's collars, allowing both slaves to fall to their backs exhausted. "Red Slave, you're going to be first in the bathroom, I'm sure you both need it," she said quietly still slightly bent over.

"Thank you Mistress," she said as she got up and ran to the bathroom.

It reminded New Slave how much she suddenly felt she needed to go. After Red Slave returned, New Slave sat up and asked a question that had crossed her mind. "Mistress, I need to um.. well... how do I poop, would you take the belt off?"

"Oh, so you're not just new to being a slave you're new to this suit as well?" She asked incredulously as she took New Slave's arm and led her to the bathroom. "See that small nozzle by the side of the toilet? You take it and slide it into place at your rear," she said as she handed New Slave the nozzle and guided her hand to the proper place. She heard a click as it locked in. "Sit down, remain sitting and just press this here and it will begin."

After Mistress pressed a blue button that was near the base of the hose, New Slave felt her plug widening near the middle, pushing at the edges and being slightly uncomfortable. Once it stopped growing, warm liquid began to fill her rear making her feel bloated and full. Eventually the liquid stopped coming but nothing else was happening.

"Now, grab the nozzle and once the belt clicks you can take it off. Then sit back down and wait, the second beep means the belt will open up," Mistress said, finishing her sentence from already half outside the bathroom.

New Slave wasn't very comfortable with this, she felt fuller than even the largest of meals had ever left her. After the beep she removed the nozzle and instantly sat back down as sitting up made it feel worse. She wasn't holding her sphincter very tight, but the widened plug was keeping the liquid from escaping. When the second beep came she felt thinnest part of the plug begin to expand, forcing her ashole open with it. Without any other warning, the top of the plug began to open, allowing the liquid inside to flow out through the hollow centre of the plug that was currently opened up. She felt it was a little dehumanizing, it was not under her control at all and it poured out in a steady unbroken stream. At least once it was over she felt some relief.

Once the stream stopped, she heard Mistress cry out from the other room. "Re-attach the nozzle and press the red button. Once that's done it will beep again and you'll be basically done. DO NOT press the blue one unless you want it to cycle over again."

New Slave grabbed the nozzle and attached it again, right where Mistress had done it. She did not feel anything else entering above the plug and the beep came quite quickly. When she removed the nozzle a small amount of liquid came out, cleaning the inside of the plug before it shrunk back to its original size. Purely out of instinct, New Slave grabbed for toilet paper but ended up wiping metal with nothing on it. She flushed and returned to kneel next to where Red Slave was currently kneeling with her legs spread and hands resting on her knees facing up.

Mistress was sliding an evening dress up and over her bust, "Well New Slave, as you can see those are designed to never need to come off. Of course you're only ours for the weekend, but that belt of yours can stay on forever with the right hygiene," She said as a devious smile crossed her face.

It was the first time all day that the thought of an end crossed New Slave's mind. She turned to look at the clock and saw it was nearly 6, she was still nearly 20 hours away and it seemed they would probably keep her damn chip on the whole time. But at least she had all her arms and legs free, and she didn't have a particular punishment coming up, so she decided to count her blessings. Though she perhaps was tempting fate, daring for something to go awry.

"Crawl to me New Slave," Master commanded from his seat at the other side of the room with a handful of metal things. She came immediately and kneeled in front of him. "No, back on all fours." He knelt down and began applying attachments. First, a bar was connected on each leg between the back of the ankle and thigh cuff, forcing her knees to stay bent at a roughly 90 degree angle. She couldn't sit back on her ankles or even think about standing up. He then criss crossed chains from her right thigh to left elbow and left thigh to right elbow. Before getting up he took hold of her leash and gave it a yank. The chains meant that opposite feet and arms had to move forward together or not at all. By the time she was walked across the room and back again she had gotten the hang of it. He patted her on the head and handed the leash over to his wife who was now fully dressed and sitting on the chair.

Red Slave waited patiently as all of this was happening. Master returned his attention to her. He reapplied her metal breast coverings, secured her left foot to the bed frame with only a few inches of slack and bound her hands together in front of her. He then pulled her bound hands over her head and secured a small chain between her elbow cuffs behind her head and another chain between her wrists and the back of her chastity belt. To her visible grimace he opened up the container of Slave Punishment Chow. "Eat that now before we leave," he commanded as he towered over her to watch.

Red Slave swallowed her worry and began, it was the first time New Slave could remember seeing her worried. It was not fast, though admittedly faster than New Slave thought she would be able to force herself to eat that gooey mess that tasted like actual garbage. Once it was gone she even licked the bowl clean like she had this morning, another thing New Slave wasn't sure she could do knowing it was going to make her hurt soon.

"That's a good slave, now we'll be back later and we're taking your friend with us. Thinking about you suffering alone will just make our night so much better, and that's why we purchased you in the first place was to make our weekend better. Tell us how much you love being able to please us." Mistress said in perhaps the most cruel and taunting voice she had used yet.

You could see a glimmer in Red Slaves eyes that wanted to be angry at them for rubbing this in her face, but instead she stayed professional and thanked them both for letting her serve them, and that she hopes she can continue to do so.

"Well then, we're off," Master said as He got up and started walking towards His wife and the door. "Oh, almost forgot," He said as He pulled out Red Slave's remotes. He turned her NESIC up to 3 and set them on the top of the table far outside of Red Slaves reach but leaving the led display clearly within her line of sight. "Goodbye for now slave," he said as he took his wife's arm in his and with New Slave in toe opened the door and left Red Slave alone in the dark. It will only be another 10 minutes before she begins to feel the punishment, and now alone she shed a tear or two in the silent dark, knowing what was coming and that there was nothing to be done to help her.

Despite their slow pace, New Slave was still having to work very hard to keep up with her two owners. They walked the same basic route to the kitchen, but didn't make the final turn she had that morning, continuing on instead to what looked like a small restaurant. It returned to the brushed cement that the main hall had, the carpet itself ended at the hallway, she just hoped she didn't have to walk as fast on this.

"Hi, what room and how many?" Said a server in a classy but understated black dress.

"142, two humans and one slave," He replied.

New Slave couldn't help but take that last line rather serious. They weren't even calling her a human. It was so demeaning but it faded as she wondered even more why she smiled a little. Looking around she saw a few woman leashed to tables, sitting on the ground like she undoubtedly would have to. They didn't look like the regular humans at the tables with their cloths and seats and no chains, it seemed right to call it how it looked. The three were shown to a booth, thankfully not far from the entrance as the concrete was not nearly as easy to crawl on.

They looked over the menu screens, and chatted about something too quietly for New Slave to follow. In fact, since hooking her leash to the base of the table when they first sat down they hadn't so much as looked at her. She hoped they would let her eat soon because the one bowl of Slave Chow from that morning was starting to ware off.

A waitress soon came, setting a green bottle of something and two glasses on the table, but set a small bowl of water on the floor. New Slave however was too thirsty to think about the indignity, in fact she even kind of liked the indignity. It was certainly better than being left alone most of the day. And the way her bar and chains hooked up meant the only way to drink the water was to keep her ass high in the air as she bent down to drink. She assumed people were staring and blushed, but in reality almost no one even noticed. She began to lay on her side and curled up for the long hall, she wasn't going anywhere but at least she was out with her owners.

Eventually their food came, but nothing came for her. She could smell the steak from His plate and saw Mistress accept a very large bowl filled with some kind of pasta. She looked up with pleading eyes but gave up quickly. If they wanted her to have some she would, but it's not likely. Slaves don't get to eat the good food. She settled in for the wait, looking around at the other slaves laying beside their owner's tables.

"Is that you? Yeah I thought I recognized you," New Slave looked up and saw Paul standing right beside her. She was startled and looked up to her Master for an idea of what to do next.

"Do you know her?" Mistress asked.

"Oh sorry, rude, I just nearly tripped over this poor girl as I walked by and thought I saw a familiar face. Should have asked her owners before addressing her I guess. Well I'm meeting a friend, good to see it working out,," he said as he knelt down to get a good look at New Slave. She wasn't sure what to do so she simply stayed quiet, he left soon enough.

"Do you actually know that guy?" Mistress asked as they both looked down from their tables.

"Yes Mistress. Just recently though Mistress," New slave said as she looked up to meet their eyes. She was distracted though as she saw Tom walk in alone to sit with Paul at the far side of the room.

Mistress bent down and unleashed New Slave from the table, allowing her to sit up and look them both in the eye a bit better. "Do you know the man he's with?" She asked. New Slave nodded her head. They both scooted forward a bit.

"Now, breaking character for a bit I need to ask you something. This isn't a Master and Mistress asking their slave, this is just me and my wife asking someone else something. You're not just new to the auction, you seem new to all of this. Did he have something to do with you signing up, did he make you?" He asked with a note of seriousness that put Andrea off balance.

"Kind of, he's the one that brought it up but it's not like he forced me I guess."

"What do you mean you guess? Do you not want to do this?"

"I do, I guess, I mean, well the last day has been the most intense experience of my life. I'm just not sure I would have done this if I didn't need the money. You see this was my first time here and I didn't know orgasms cost money..."

"Let me guess, one of those two brought you that fuckwall and next thing you know you're hopelessly in debt? Then he brings up the auction as a way out?" He asked cutting Andrea off.

"That's exactly what happened, how.."

"You're not the first, those two are real creeps. They run the auctions at a lot of the FetFairs so they get a cut of. And they both get a perverse pleasure in tricking novices. They like thinking about unleashing unsuspecting newbies into situations they can't always cope with. The worst part is they profit from it too, together they personally get 10% of every auction. But if someone safewords out, their percentage of pay goes to the house, which they get half of. I don't know if they've got dirt on the FetFair board or pay them off or something, I don't know why they haven't been fired. But I digress," he said being sure to keep his voice down so it doesn't travel to them. "Exactly how new are you to all this?"

Andrea gave them the quick version, that it all came up a week ago and that besides internet searching she really had almost no experience at all. She told them how they had planned to come here in part to learn a little more first hand, because it seemed to be something her and her friends very much seemed to enjoy. She said how she didn't plan to go this intense but that there wasn't anything yet showing her she didn't like being tied, humiliated and controlled.

"Look," his wife interjected. "This is only a one time offer, but is this too much for you? Do you need us to go lighter? We do not agree with the way those two play fast and loose and if you're in over your head we wouldn't feel right making you keep doing this against your consent. We wouldn't count it as a safeword, you would still stay with us but for all we care you could watch tv in the room the whole time. Since it wouldn't count as backing out you'll still get paid, I just don't like this being just about money if it's not something you also don't want to do."

Andrea thought about it. It was a perfect out, she wouldn't have to worry about the debt or her parents finding out about it. She could sleep in a normal bed again, she could have actual cloths not made of metal. Her rational mind said yes, but it wasn't the only vote. If she's getting paid either way, another part of her said why not stay? She certainly wouldn't have as memorable a time waiting around for a day as her friends still worked.

"I may not have known everything going into it, but I am having fun. Terrifying fun, but I'm not hating it. I might sound different when I'm eating slop and sleeping in a cage but no, even if it's coming just a little fast I like not being in control at all. This slave wants to finish her time."

The two smiled, but not the devilish "I have a nasty scheme" smile. A genuine one, like a friend might give another upon hearing good news. Mistress, with her slave's leash still in hand, leaned in to whisper in her slave's ear. "Last chase, 3... 2... 1..." At the end of the countdown, still without protest, she pulled the leash down and reattached it to the base of the table, once again forcing New Slave to stay down. The two returned to their meals and once again ignoring their slave.

The waitress eventually returned, removing their plates and coming back with dessert. The two seemed content to eat that even slower. Half way through their dessert the waitress came with another bowl to set in front of the slave, this one filled with the familiar gelatinous "food" of Slave Chow. It did smell better than her last bowl, and as she cautiously nibbled around the rectangular edges it tasted better too.

"Slave, we figured we'd treat you to something special. That one's apple flavor, you might even enjoy it." He said, acknowledging her existence for the first time since she had been re-chained.

She wasn't sure she'd call it apple, but it certainly did taste almost vaguely sweet. Small bites gave way to large ones as her hunger began to exert itself. Before she knew it she was licking the bowl clean of any vaguely sweet remains she might have missed.

She felt a tug on her chain as she saw the two getting up from the table with her leash already in hand. The concrete floor, if anything, hurt more after waiting for so long. "Mistress," she asked meekly after they had reached the hallway. "my knees are beginning to hurt, can you please take these off so that I can stand?."

The two came to a very sudden halt, turning to look their slave in the eye. "Do not mistake that frank discussion earlier as friendship slave. We gave you an out but you decided to stay a slave. Well slaves are property, and property doesn't get to make decisions its owners do. We were already returning to the room to do just that but perhaps you need a longer walk to remember who's in charge here," She said, gripping the leash tightly in her fist.

The rest of the walk was agonizing for New Slave, not just because of her knees but because she had let herself slip. She had gotten into a routine of simply taking orders, and even found a kind of enjoyment out of it. But allowing herself to forget for a moment had disrupted that. Her Mistress took her on a long and humiliating walk around the hallways, she almost worried they might be getting lost since everything looked the same. By the time the three had circled around and arrived back at their door, Mistress had still not said one more word and she worried she had upset her Mistress more than she knew.

New Slave was lead inside the room and immediately noticed Red Salve laying on her side shaking. Her eyes looked sad and desperate, almost enough to evoke pity from her owners.

Mistress speedily unbound New Slave while Her husband prepared their slave's next torment. She bound her slave's hands together and pulled them behind her head like they had with Red Slave earlier. She stood Her slave up and attached a very short chain between a hook on the bedpost and the side of her collar. As New Slave looked over she could see Red Slave being attached to the bed in a similar way. The two then ran a long chain between Red Slave's collar and New Slave's collar. It barely reached and left both girls unable to do anything but look ahead at the bed. The two finished by re-attaching the slave's gags, dildo attached.

The two laid back on the bed, His arm wrapped around Her, admiring the display before them. They each had remotes and began to turn up the stimulation of both slaves before setting them casually to their sides and embracing passionately. They kissed as they took each others clothes off, now ignoring everything else. Once they had stripped down He slid his already hard dick deep into His wife's waiting pussy. She moaned and wrapped Her legs around Her husband as the pace quickened. He was not going for an overly long (though certainly not short) time before the two cried out together as they both came. He fell exhausted to her side, still ignoring the overstimulated slaves they had made watch them. The two took their time showering and re-dressing before patting each slave on the head and leaving the room, turning off the light and plunging both into silent darkness.

By the time they returned, they simply allowed each slave to use the toilet, removed their gags and then sent them right to their cage to sleep. Thankfully it was something New Slave had much less trouble doing then she did the first night.

The same dull zap awoke her the next day from what was only a slightly better sleep than the night before. She looked up at the ceiling of her little prison for the shocks to end and tell her what her job was to be. "Wake Owners; Oral Sex Only" read the pale green message as it appeared and vanished from view. The cage on schedule opened allowing both her and Red Slave to get out and have one good stretch before setting to their task.

Master had slept beside New Slave's cage that night, and so she assumed He was the one she was responsible for waking. She knelt beside the bed and gingerly began to remove the covers at His midsection. He slept nude, giving her the advantage of not having to remove anything else before getting to work. She took hold of his soft penis and placed her mouth around it. She did her best to keep it from falling out without using her hand, but it was difficult without any rigidity.

As His cock began to respond she could hear him shifting around the covers, beginning to wake up. She saw Him stretch his legs as she continued to work on His quickly hardening shaft. She worked hard, bobbing up and down as quickly as she could given the angle she had. She saw from the corner of her eye he pulled back his arms and braced for the hand to the back of the head she anticipated for possibly not going fast enough or deep enough. Instead and to her surprise he simply nudged her off his cock completely.

"Slow down New Slave, it's a wake up not a race," He said as He sat up. Across from Him, His wife had already seemed to have Her fill and had Red Slave waiting, kneeling beside the bed in the same legs spread arms out posed she always took. Only after they had both used the bathroom did they allow their slaves to use it as well.

Mistress grabbed New Slave as she left the bathroom and threw her down on the bed lengthwise. As Red Slave returned she was ordered to straddle New Slave in a 69 position. Once they had each been locked to each other, and with no way to use their hands, did Mistress take the last step in removing the lower portion of their chastity belt. The belt remained, and was integral to the bindings the woman found themselves in, but for the first times since before the auction the slaves had their crotches free to the open air. New Slave knew what was coming, and was worried because she had never done this before.

"We thought since this is your last day we could indulge you this one time," Mistress said. " After we leave this room today we will not be coming back. So show your appreciation to your fellow slave, we'll give you five minutes. Go!"

New Slave didn't even have time to take a full breath before the (albeit light) weight of Red Slave was pressed mostly against her mouth. Her nose was pressed between Red Slave's cheeks but anything her mouth may be near was obscured from view. She opened her mouth and began to dart her tongue around as what she could best tell was Red Slave's pussy and not simply her thigh. At the same time Red Slave could see exactly what she was doing, and knew how to go about it. It was in very short order that New Slave was moaning into Red Slave's box and not paying much attention to anything but the desperate need built up over the weekend for an orgasm.

As the orgasm rattled through New Slave, it overwhelmed everything else. It was not even a white blinding light, because that would have required an ounce of consciousness to process the visual sight. No, it was more overwhelming than that. It shook her to her soul but, Red Slave didn't stop. As New Slave returned to reality her sensitive self began pleading to make it stop. She bucked and pulled as best she could but Red Slave would not dislodge and her bindings didn't allow her the leverage to force her to. She couldn't even dislodge her mouth from Red Slave's crotch, so if nothing else her screams were at least being muffled by Red Slave's well.. you know.

As she quickly approached another, she felt the tongue stop as Mistress unchained and separated the two.

New Slave was quickly pulled by the leash to follow Mistress into the bathroom. She walked into the large tile shower and after disrobing Mistress joined her. Mistress reached for two cables from the top of each wall, attaching each to their appropriate wrist cuff. against the wall was a large spreader bar that when attached kept the slave's legs apart. "Raise your arms," She commanded and as New Slave did she felt the slack be immediately taken from her, eventually leaving her arms held high, spread and secure.

She began to pull on a nozzle that protruded from the wall, revealing a hose that looked quite similar to a retractable garden hose. "Now, this may not be hot," she said as she burst New Slave with a short stream of cool water. "But really, you're in no position to complain are you slave?" She said punctuating the question with another burst of cool water.

"No, Mistress," New Slave murmured in a perfunctory way she had gotten used to. Mistress took pleasure in watching her squirm. She took particular care to hose down her hair, something that New Slave tried and failed to graciously accept. New Slave simply couldn't help but struggle as the cold rolled down her head. Mistress moved from her head to anywhere else there might still be sweat or stink, eliciting another series of soft protests as She washed between Her slave's legs. She finished just as New Slave's teeth began to chatter. As New Slave was released and free to dry herself, she watched as Red Slave was brought into position and hosed down just the same.

After they were dry, both slaves were once again fully outfitted and with their legs, thighs, wrist and elbows chained together. Only their gags were missing from how they first entered the room, but that was secured around each of their collars, letting the rubber fallace dangle as they walked. Their owners had set aside two large plastic boxes with their other clothes in them by the door, this place's equivalent of packing up. As they opened the door to the hallway they could see two other guests, one with a slave leashed just as they were leashed and walking behind just as they were. They headed back to the long windowless corridor that lead back to the main building's floor. New Slave braced herself to be the object of glare from the people on the main floor.

She was greatly surprised then when she didn't find the carpeted play zones that had existed. Instead, temporary metal walls, like the kind that divided the change area from the main floor, gave a cozy feel the the third or so of the main building it boxed in. There were many long tables draped in white tablecloth throughout with chairs always on only one one side of them. There was a stage and while the chairs didn't always directly face it, they also never faced directly away.

The four were show to a table, and with a handoff of the leash chains, both slaves we led under the table and locked to its base. The position forced them to kneel, and to do so quite close to the chairs their owners now sat in. As He pulled his chair up, his legs spread to either side of New Slave and He unzipped his pants, letting His cock fall out.

"OK, New Slave, whenever I am seated I want you to keep my dick hard. That means you're going to have to sense when I'm getting close and pull back, this is a long brunch, and I want you worshiping my cock the whole time, is that understood?" He said, not even bending down or moving the tablecloth to make eye contact.

"Yes Master," she said as she set to work. Looking to her side Red Slave was doing the same thing with Mistress though she apparently didn't warrant the instructive lecture.

The endurance was much more challenging than New Slave had thought it would be. Bound as she was it took effort to bob, she could feel sweat dripping down her neck. The constant sound of people all around added a quiet humiliation that she was experiencing, bound helplessly and destined to suck this man's cock for what could be hours still. It got even worse as she heard plates being set on the table directly above her head. She couldn't smell them but she was sure it was better than anything she would end up eating. The occasional collision of silverware and plate could continue to be heard over the sound of a talkative room, making her unable to ignore the food or that she was getting hungry again. She tried to simply focus on what she was doing using the thought that if she was a good slave then maybe her Master would reward her with some better food, or at least not the bad food her companion had been forced to eat the other day.

She could hear clapping, and the buzz of someone talking through a microphone. She couldn't make out what was being said, but she also wasn't trying very hard. Her attention was otherwise engaged. She heard the plates being taken away but still didn't flinch. She only stopped once a hand appeared, pushing her off as he pulled his chair back, zipped up his pants and left.

She looked to her right and saw that Mistress had left as well, leaving her and Red Slave still chained to the metal bar that ran from leg to leg stabilizing the table.

"What is this?" She asked Red Slave very quietly, leaning in what little she could.

"It's the Member's Brunch. It's the end of the fair when everyone meets for a few hours before the weekend comes to a close. It gives the staff a chance to start packing up the rooms while people are still here to ensure nothing gets left behind. It's also when anyone with any big announcements or things to show off take the time to do so. Once it's over that's the end of the weekend, we're done," Red Slave said, so softly she was almost difficult to hear.

New Slave tried to not let that last part distract her. They might not be in the room, but she was sure they were probably very capable of punishing a distracted slave. With the table cloth down she couldn't see anything, but she could certainly hear them. They sounded like they were all around her, in their own little world while she was chained helplessly in front of whoever chose to sit down. Even if at the moment their owners seemed to be choosing to be elsewhere.

Mistress briefly returned, but after setting a bowl of Slave Chow in front of each slave she quickly left again. New Slave was so hungry she did not hesitate to start, even if her position required some careful bending to do so. Strangely this one had no taste. It wasn't just bland, it had no discernible taste at all. She did eat it, but each tasteless glob of goo and soggy piece became more difficult as her hunger became less desperate. Still knew she was expected to finish and so as not to incur unnecessary punishment she licked the bowl clean.

The announcer came on again much later, and even with her Master's return she tried to listen at least a little. Some of it she still couldn't hear, but it seemed to be different people talking for a few minutes each, usually followed by some light applause. She heard someone talk about upcoming fair dates. She heard various people showing off their latest creations. She heard someone talk about a recent court case, something about a third circuit and brothels in Atlantic City. It was a little lawyer-y for her to follow when the speakers only let her hear most of the words, but the crowd seemed to like what they heard and that person got many long applause breaks. She heard the familiar voice of Dr. Verma gleefully reporting that one of the final hurdles is being crossed and that the NESICs could be on sale in as little as half a year. As the crowd cheered she couldn't help but feel a little bit happy that at least he wasn't lying about that.

The doctor seemed to be the last to speak because after he finished the speaker stopped allowing for the return of muffled conversation. There were more plates brought out, more clinking of silverware and chuckling at jokes. This was followed yet again with servers retrieving plates and conversation becoming louder.

"Ok slave, let's hurry it up now I'm ready to finish," Master said out of the blue.

New Slave had gotten into such a trance she almost didn't process it at first. She began going faster, not having to hold out for the long haul any more. She kept hitting the back of her throat but not finding the strength or skill (or perhaps mental will) to go deeper than that. But until she was ordered otherwise she hoped that wasn't necessary, she certainly was trying to compensate with speed and suction. She felt and tasted it as he came in her mouth, she made sure she swallowed every drop before releasing his cock from her mouth.

"Well slaves, it's been fun." And just like that they left again. New Slave wasn't sure what kind of goodbye she expected, but this seemed just so uneventful. This had been the most intense weekend of her life, and they were at the centre of it. Yet she couldn't even see their faces when they left. She felt a sadness that it was over, something she never would have expected to feel. They were her first Master and Mistress, and they didn't even say goodbye.

The hall became quiet, all the lingering conversations seemed to be walking away. New Slave had felt people around her even when she couldn't see them. Now she certainly felt their absence. She could start to hear the sounds of movement again, but it somehow didn't sound like the guests had returned.

The tablecloth was ripped away by a man in a blue "staff" shirt. "Oh, I got two more.. 9587 and 1461," he called into a walkie talkie as he read the numbers off their collars. "Two remotes for each," he added before unchaining their leash and helping them to their feet. He then detached one side of each of the chains, giving them freedom of movement but letting the chains hang off of one cuff or another. "Just head over there," he said as he pointed to a table at the far side of the room, "and they'll have your summary forms and your paychecks."

As she walked she suddenly was hit with a realization. She paused and reached for her NESIC remote, turning it off for the first time since the auction. A wave of peace washed over her, like traveling in a noisy plane and then having the engines turn off at the gate. This background annoyance, this constant, suddenly wasn't constant. It was liberating.

She arrived at the table and was handed a form with her information on it. It simply asked if any of the limits she set out were violated, she signed no to all and handed it back.

"OK, here's your check and your stuff should be in the front through there," she said, pointing to some doors leading out to the main floor and towards the entrance she had used Friday.

"Before you go," Red Slave asked, "I just want to say goodbye. I sometimes get a little jaded, but this must have been a tough weekend for you."

"It was, but I wasn't that bad. By the way, my real name's Andrea."

"Well Andrea, I hope it only gets better from here," she said as she walked over to hug her, metal and all. "And the name's Erica."

With that the two parted ways as Andrea left through the doors. The main floor looked like a ghost town by comparison to Friday. The bar was still up, as were the shops along the wall, but all the carpeted areas were gone.

"Sophia!" Andrea called out as she spotted her friend at the bar. She was standing by Lea and both of them waved her over. Megan showed up only minutes later as they all enjoyed a drink of something that actually had taste.

"So did you earn enough to cover it?" Lea asked. Andrea and Megan hadn't even thought opened their envelopes to check.

"I'm a bit shy, about $150 short." Megan said with a sigh.

"Me too, about $120 short" Andrea said disappointed.

"Oh well in that case I can very much cover you two," Sophia said in a subdued smile. "I hit it rich it seems. Being a flexible dancer apparently put me into a bidding war. Who would have known?"

The two sighed in relief. The three finished their drinks and headed out.

"Sophia," Andrea asked, "How much extra will you still have after covering us?"

"A few hundred, why?" she asked questioningly

"Well hear me out, we wouldn't have had this money if it hadn't been for coming here," Andrea started,

"We also wouldn't have needed it," Megan interrupted.

"True, but why don't we spend the rest on the kind of kinky stuff that I think we're all going to want that we can't get back home if we take the money and run. And it's not like we can come up with a good excuse for why you suddenly have an extra few hundred dollars. Your dad will probably think you're dealing drugs or something."

Sophia thought about it, and eventually nodded her head in reluctant agreement. "Well first let's pay us off first and then see if there's any more surprises."

The four arrived and pooled their checks and their money, arriving still with quite a surplus. They had the receptionist put the balance on one account and to also print out a card for each of their dimensions.

After talking it over they decided to give Lea the cards, that she should choose what to get. It was already established that everything was going to be hidden in her room anyway since she has the whole basement to herself giving her plenty of places to hide it from possible prying parental eyes.

Lea went off while the three of them were handed bags with their belongings and pointed to the exam rooms to change. Andrea rushed in and dumped the bag's contents on the table, realizing how nice it will be to change back into regular clothes. She saw in the pile a small kind of alan key that she used to remove her cuffs. The collar was the most tricky but she managed to find the whole with her fingers and open it up. It took using her suits remote however to remove the rest, the metal bra all hooked into a single connector box in the back and lower half of the chastity belt came off with the press of a release button. The belt however turned out to again require the alan key.

She took a moment to appreciate having everything off. It had not provided much cover, but strangely she felt so much more naked. Like wearing a wrist watch for months and then forgetting it one day, it only covered this small part but you seem naked without it. As she put her clothes one they all just felt so light and forgiving next to the metal. She left and found herself waiting with her bag of metal ware for some time. First came Sophia, then Megan and finally, much later Lea with several bags in her hands.

They began to walk to the car and the cold air felt so refreshing. The sun was still high in the sky but it was not providing a lot of warmth. The decided to label their bags to keep their suits separate, and piled everything into the trunk actively not looking at what kinds of things Lea may have bought. They then each began sharing what they had each gone through.

Megan had apparently been auctioned to a scrawny little guy who liked having her keep him hard for hours on end as he did, whatever it was on his computer. He never gave her a name and never looked her in the eye. She was forced to eat slop that made her feel awful, Andrea told her what it was. When she was doubled over in pain seemed to be the only time he would actually sit and watch, he even sometimes added to the misery with a flogger or dripping wax. At the end of the night he would tie her down, fuck her, finish quickly and then send her to sleep in her cage only to be commanded to wake up up with another blowjob starting it all over again.

Sophia by contrast was auctioned to an older man who was very interested in watching her dance. He brought in costumes, he even took her to big empty rooms to give her more space. He took pleasure in bending her over his knee and spanking her when she failed to meet his standards. When he did fuck her it was always after restraining her in some contorted pose, which he would sometimes leave her in for some time after he finished. He did allow her the privilege to sleep in the bed, albeit chained to it by the wrists and feet, but she certainly felt lucky she didn't see the inside of the cage like her friends say they did. At the end of it he slipped her his card, calling it a tip. The guy apparently owns a chain of hotels and on the card he wrote that presenting this will get her a free week at any one of them.

They stopped for one of most satisfying pit stop, Waffle House meals the three had ever had. Nothing makes food taste better than the "food" they've had. "Let me ask you though," Lea asked as they headed back for the car. "Would you rather have stayed home, given all the problems you've been through?"

The silence was its own answer. No one was willing to say it, but they each felt that there was nothing they could have done at home that would have even been close to as good. They drove off into the setting winter sun, content to look forward for what might come next.