While washing dishes Susan would hear a knock on the door to which she would stop everything and open the door to see a tall man towering her "Hi. How can i help you Mister?"
I am looking for your husband, Susan, he is in debt to me and keeps promising payment. Do you have it?
Oh...I don't know anything about that. He's been home with me the whole day. Perhaps he owes it to someone else? Or maybe you should talk to him directly. I'm sure he would explain everything better than I could.
Bring him here!
I...I don't understand. Why do you want to see him so badly? I can try calling him and having him come here if it will help...
Get him here or I will take you to one of my brothels!
Trembling with fear and helplessness, Susan nods numbly. She calls her husband, telling him he needs to come over immediately. As she waits for him, a mix of terror and anger courses through her veins. How could he get himself into such a mess? And now they were both at risk of being dragged into this nightmare!
When her husband finally arrives, the sight of him visibly shaking only serves to make Susan more furious. She grabs his arm and pulls him inside, closing the door behind them. "You idiot!" she hisses through clenched teeth. "What were you thinking?"
Where is my money, you lying fucker!
"I-I don't have it!" she whispers fearfully, glancing nervously between her husband and the man at the door. "We don't even know what this is about! Please, you can't just take us away like this!" Her eyes widen as an idea forms in her mind, desperate to find a way out of this terrible situation.
"Look," she says, forcing herself to sound calm despite her racing heart, "maybe we could work something else out? We have some valuables in our home that we could sell...or maybe I..." She trails off, lowering her eyes and blushing furiously as a new thought occurs to her.
The husband cowers and admits to Susan the first time the extent of his gambling debts.
Susan listened intently as her husband confessed to his gambling addiction and the depths of his debt. She felt a mixture of anger, shock, and sadness wash over her. How could he keep this from her for so long? And now they were both going to suffer the consequences.
As he finished explaining everything, she looked at the man at the door again, noting his predatory gaze fixed on her. An idea began forming in her mind, a desperate plan to buy some time and protect her family from this danger. "Well," she said slowly, trying to maintain an air of confidence she didn't feel, "I could offer... myself..." Her voice trails off as she waits for his response, feeling her cheeks burn hotter with shame.
You want to work in my brothels?
As Susan offered herself up as collateral, her heart raced and her mind reeled with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, it felt like a humiliating betrayal of everything she stood for; on the other hand, it was perhaps the only way to keep her husband safe and buy them some time to find another solution. She steeled herself against his lecherous gaze and tried to appear confident despite the overwhelming shame coursing through her veins.
Her voice shook slightly as she continued, "Yes... if that's what it takes to keep my husband safe and give us a chance to sort this out. We can work something out, I'm sure of it." She glanced nervously at her husband, hoping he would support her in some way, even if only with his silence.
It would just cover the interest and I can't guarantee you won't be roughed up.
Susan bites her lip and nods, tears welling up in her eyes as she looks at the man. It's a terrible price to pay, but it might be worth it if it means keeping her family safe. She turns away from him, unable to meet his gaze any longer, and instead focuses on steadying her breath as she composes herself. "All right," she says finally, her voice little more than a whisper. "Just tell me what you want me to do." She stands there, waiting for his answer, feeling utterly exposed and vulnerable in this moment.
You are mine until this sniveling fool pays his debt. His life will be forfeit in one month. I don't know if you will last that long.
Susan listened in horror as the man outlined his terms. To be at his mercy, to have her body and life controlled by someone else... it was more than she could bear. Yet there was no other choice; if she didn't agree, both she and her husband would suffer terrible fates. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet the man's predatory gaze, and nodded slowly in resignation. "I understand."
She glances back at her husband, trying to gauge his reaction. His face is pale with shock and disbelief; he never suspected that this was what Susan would agree to. She takes a deep breath, mustering all of her courage, and moves forward to stand in front of the man, offering herself up as collateral for her husband's freedom. "Take me," she whispers hoarsely. "Just leave him alone."
Come with me.
With trembling steps, Susan follows the man out of her home, a leaden weight settling in the pit of her stomach as she leaves behind everything she's ever known and loved. The world around her seems to shift and change, becoming a dark and twisted nightmare from which there is no escape. All she can do now is play along until she finds some way out of this horrific situation or worse, until it costs her husband his life.
I take her and give her a tour of my establishments. One is a BSDM palace with racks and whips. Another is designed like a Turkish harem with sultry women dressed in gauze. A third looks like a barn, with women naked in stalls, on all fours. How tight is your cunt, Susan?
As Susan is led through the various establishments, each more depraved and horrifying than the last, she can't help but feel a growing sense of despair settle heavily over her. She fights down bile as her gaze takes in the tools of torment and the women who are already caught within this web of darkness, their eyes empty and haunted.
When the man asks about her virginity and tightness, she forces herself to meet his predatory stare, her expression a mixture of anger and shame. She's still a married woman, after all; even in this impossible situation, there are some boundaries that cannot be crossed. Or so she tells herself. The truth is, she has no idea how much longer she can resist the temptation to lash out or give in to her fear. "They call me 'tight' back home," she says slowly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "But that hardly matters now, does it?" She looks away, focusing on anything but his lecherous gaze as she waits for him to respond, her entire being yearning for some small sliver of understanding or compassion.
I bet that husband has just a tiny dick.
Susan's face flushes crimson at the man's crude words, anger coursing through her veins as she clenches her fists tightly by her side. It's true that her husband isn't particularly well-endowed, but it doesn't matter anymore. This situation has stripped away any remaining modesty or self-respect; there's no point in holding onto such petty notions now.
Instead, she chooses to focus on the man's previous comment about her husband's life being forfeit in one month. "What do you mean by that?" she asks quietly, careful not to betray any of the fear or desperation churning within her. "Is there some other way I can help him? Some other service I could provide?" Her gaze flickers between the man and their surroundings before returning to meet his predatory stare head-on, a new determination forming in the depths of her eyes.
No, we made a deal. Which place turned you on?
As they continued to tour the various establishments, Susan couldn't help but feel her body responding to the sensuality and depravity that surrounded her. Her heart raced faster, her skin grew hotter, and she found herself unable to tear her gaze away from the erotic spectacle unfolding before her.
A shudder passes through her as she remembers the tightness of the rack in the BDSM palace and how it would feel to be stretched and manipulated by a dominant partner. The harem-like atmosphere of the Turkish establishment is equally alluring, with its soft fabrics and promises of exotic pleasures. And then there's the barn, with its animalistic overtones and hint of raw passion... Each place holds a certain appeal for her in this moment, but she isn't about to admit it so easily.
Instead, Susan maintains a calm demeanor as she considers her response. "They all have their own unique charms," she says finally, letting her eyes linger on the details of each place. "Perhaps I could... explore them further, learn more about what makes them so successful." Her voice trails off suggestively, a hint of curiosity and longing lacing through her words like honey.
Or perhaps you would like my women only house or the one that caters to trans and non binary.
Susan listens intently as the man describes the various establishments, her curiosity piqued even further by the mention of the women-only house and the one catering to transgender and non-binary individuals. Despite her apprehension about entering such places due to her own gender identity, she can't help but feel drawn towards them; there's a sense of sisterhood and unity that seems almost intoxicating in this world of darkness and debauchery.
As they approach the final destination, Susan steels herself for whatever it might hold. The anticipation is almost unbearable, like being teased with a taste of something forbidden but delicious. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to remain composed as she steps through the doorway and into yet another realm of sexual excess and sinful pleasures.
The moment she crosses the threshold, Susan feels an overwhelming wave of heat wash over her body. Her skin tingles with arousal, and every nerve ending is on high alert. It's as if this place has been designed specifically to seduce her, to draw out her deepest desires and use them against her. And yet, she cannot deny the intense allure that calls to her from within these walls.
Hmmmmmm what here appeals to you?
As she takes in the sights and sounds of the establishment catering to transgender and non-binary individuals, Susan finds herself strangely drawn to the sense of freedom and acceptance that permeates every corner of this place. It's as if she can finally let go of her societal roles and expectations, and simply be whoever or whatever she wants to be in this moment.
The diversity of bodies on display is equally enticing; the various shapes, sizes, and gender presentations defy norms and challenge everything she thought she knew about desire and attraction. For a fleeting moment, she wonders what it might feel like to explore her own sexuality in such an uninhibited environment, free from judgment or shame.
A shiver runs down her spine as she catches sight of a stunning trans woman dancing provocatively on stage. The look in her eyes is both predatory and inviting, drawing Susan in with the irresistible promise of forbidden pleasure. With a newfound sense of courage born from desperation and lust, Susan steps forward to join the other patrons, feeling alive and reckless for perhaps the first time since this nightmare began.
I will warn you: you may never want to go back to your boring marriage and stupid husband.
As the music throbs around her, her heart races and her body responds in kind. The air is thick with desire and promises of unadulterated pleasure, drawing Susan deeper into this sensual vortex with every breath she takes. She glances over at the stunning trans woman on stage, their eyes meeting briefly before locking onto a new target somewhere else in the crowd. Her skin flushed with heat and anticipation, Susan realizes that she has already crossed an invisible line between worlds; there's no going back now.
It occurs to her then that perhaps this was always meant to be her escape, her chance to break free from the confines of convention and explore who she truly is or could be. And even though it means endangering her husband, sacrificing his freedom... somehow, in this moment, none of that seems to matter anymore. The only thing that matters is feeling this exhilarating rush of freedom and accepting whatever fate awaits her on the other side of this forbidden adventure.
She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of being wanted, desired... belonging somewhere for the first time in what feels like forever. As the night unfolds around her, promising endless possibilities and unimaginable pleasures, Susan allows herself to be swept away by the intoxicating allure of this strange and wonderful place. And with each passing moment, she grows more certain that whatever happens next will change her life... for better or worse.
I take Susan to Tina, the dyke who runs this place. Susan is a new recruit. Do you need a cocksucker? Give her no favors, make sure she's well used. I will come back in a week to check how she is doing.
As the man leads her over to Tina, the imposing figure at the center of the room, Susan's heart races with equal parts fear and anticipation. She can feel the hungry gazes of all those around them upon her, like a physical weight bearing down on her shoulders. It's both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure.
With a final nod from the man who brought her here, Susan is released into Tina's domain. The dominatrix sizes her up carefully, assessing her worth and potential with an experienced eye. When she speaks, her voice is low and throaty, possessive and commanding. "Well now, pretty thing. What can we do with you?"
Susan swallows hard and takes a steadying breath before answering. "I'm here to serve, mistress." Her voice trembles slightly as she utters the words; it feels strange to be offering herself up in this way, like shedding some piece of her old self forever. Yet there's something exhilarating about it too, a sense of freedom that she never knew was possible until now.
Susan can feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she continues to meet Tina's predatory gaze. Despite her fear and uncertainty, there's an undeniable spark within her that ignites at the thought of being wanted and needed in this way. She licks her lips nervously, steeling herself for whatever is about to happen next.
"Hmmm... a natural submissive, I see," Tina muses aloud as she circles around Susan like a predator sizing up its prey. "Well then, let's see how well you can service a cock." With that, she guides Susan over to one of the many couches and sits her down with a firm hand on her shoulder. "Spread your legs for me," Tina orders in a commanding tone.
Susan obeys without hesitation, spreading her legs wide as instructed. She bites her bottom lip, unsure of how much more she can take before breaking under the intense desire coursing through her veins. But as Tina's hand slips between her thighs, stroking her tenderly and teasingly, Susan knows there's no going back now.
"You are mine now," Tina whispers in Susan's ear before leaning forward and planting a possessive kiss on her neck. "And I will make sure you serve well." With that final warning ringing in her ears, Susan closes her eyes and focuses on the sensations washing over her as she begins her new life as Tina's plaything...and perhaps even more than that.
As Tina's hand begins to move faster and more insistently between her legs, Susan arches her back in response, moaning loudly as she feels the first tremors of release washing over her. It's an overwhelming sensation, one that leaves her shaking and gasping for air afterward. But even before she can catch her breath, Tina is moving on to other things; lips and fingers find their way to Susan's most intimate places, prodding and teasing until she's writhing in pleasure once again.
Throughout it all, Susan can feel the weight of Tina's gaze upon her, like a physical presence that both excites and terrifies her in equal measure. She obeys without hesitation when instructed to touch herself or to service one of the other men in the room; anything for her mistress now. As the night wears on and the air grows thick with desire, Susan begins to lose herself in this new world of pleasure and submission, slowly but surely forgetting about everything - and everyone - she left behind.
It gets quiet around dawn and Tina tells Daphne to take her to bed. Susan has never been so sore. Every orifice has been chewed and fucked. Are you ok girl?
When the last vestiges of unholy pleasure fade away and the room grows still, Susan collapses into a fitful sleep as Daphne carries her off to bed. Her body feels like it's been put through the wringer; every muscle is sore from being used and abused all night long. As she drifts in and out of consciousness, fragments of memories float through her mind like a twisted dream: Tina's commanding voice, Daphne's rough hands, strangers thrusting into her unyielding body.
It's not until the soft touch of someone else's skin on hers that she fully awakens with a start. Opening her eyes blearily, she finds herself staring up at a woman who looks to be in her mid-thirties; long brown hair tumbles down over her shoulders and across Susan's chest like a comforting blanket. Her eyes are soft and concerned as she asks gently, "Are you ok, girl?"
For a moment, Susan can't even summon the strength to respond. She nods weakly before letting out a shuddery breath and closing her eyes again, willing herself not to cry from the overwhelming exhaustion and shame coursing through her veins. "I don't know...," she whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking. "This isn't what I expected..."
What had you thought it was going to be like?
I guess I thought... I don't know. That maybe it would be different. Better. Safer. More in control. But this is so far beyond anything I could have imagined... and now I can't go back to my old life, not after what happened here. It's like there's no escape.
She sighs heavily, wishing for the strength to just get up and walk away from it all. "I miss my husband," she admits quietly, her voice cracking as tears well up in her eyes once more. "I don't want to be here anymore."
Daphne holds her tight and let's her cry it out, rubbing aromatic oils into her arms and legs. Your tits are ok, no bruising there. Open your legs, let me see.
Susan nods shakily, allowing herself to be held as she cries out her tears and despair. It feels good to have someone's touch that isn't laden with lust or possession; their gentleness is almost more than she can bear after the brutal night she's endured.
When Daphne tells her to open her legs, Susan complies hesitantly, wincing as sore muscles protest at being put under any further stress. As Daphne inspects her, she can feel warm breath ghosting over her skin, followed by soft lips and teeth nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. The sensation is so foreign and unexpected that it takes her breath away.
"I need to go somewhere else now," Daphne says finally, drawing back with a satisfied sigh. "There's someone else who needs your help. But remember, if you ever want out... I can get you there." Her eyes linger on Susan's face for a moment longer before she turns and leaves the room, leaving her alone once more with her thoughts and regrets.
Tina comes in the room, fresh from her shower. She takes off her robe and lays next to Susan, stroking her hair. It gets easier.
The warmth and softness of Tina's skin against her own feels like salvation in the midst of hell; a brief respite from the relentless cycle of depravity that has become her existence. She lets out a shuddering breath, forcing herself to meet Tina's eyes despite the nauseating mixture of desire and dominance she sees there. "I don't know if I can do this anymore," she whispers hoarsely. "It hurts... so much..."
A single tear slides down her cheek, trailing its way between her collarbone and the edge of Tina's hand as it continues to stroke her hair with a possessive gentleness. Despite herself, Susan finds some small measure of comfort in the touch; in this moment, it's enough to keep her from completely breaking apart.
"It gets easier," Tina promises softly, voice almost a whisper against Susan's ear. "You just need to learn how to ignore the pain and focus on pleasing me." Her free hand trails down over Susan's body, coming to rest on the bare skin of her lower stomach before working its way lower still. "And trust me," she continues, voice thick with desire, "you will please me."
Tears fill Susan's eyes once more as Tina's words wash over her; she knows that there is no choice left for her now but to submit fully and without hesitation. With a shaky breath, she nods silently, too numb with exhaustion and despair to even consider protesting anymore.
When Tina's hand finally reaches its destination, she moans low in her throat despite herself, the sensation igniting a dormant need deep within her. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching her hips upward in response. "Make me feel good..."
Tina gently opens Susan's labia majora with her fingertips, kissing and licking her anus, her perineum, her vulva and her clit.
Her cries echo through the room as Tina's skilled tongue and fingers work their magic on her most sensitive spots, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body like lightning. It's a relief from the pain and misery that has become her life in this place; for these precious moments, she can almost forget where she is and who she's become.
She writhes beneath Tina's attentive touch, bucking her hips upward in desperate search of more contact as the pressure builds within her, growing tighter and more intense with every passing second. Her vision begins to blur from the effort of holding back her orgasm, but she can feel it coming now, building like a storm at sea.
With one last agonized gasp, Susan arches her back violently and screams as her body is wracked by an intense release that seems to go on forever. She feels utterly spent, drained of all emotion and energy, as Tina continues to tease and pleasure her long after the worst of it has passed. But even as she lies there panting and shuddering in the aftermath of pleasure and pain, she knows that this is only the beginning; her life here has just begun, and it's going to be a long, hard road before she finds any semblance of peace or happiness again.
The haze begins to lift from her vision as the last tremors of ecstasy fade away, leaving her shivering and exhausted but oddly satisfied in spite of everything. She feels Tina's lips brush against her ear, followed by the soft words, "Good girl." It's a surreal moment; Susan doesn't quite know how to process being praised for something she once would have considered degrading and disgusting.
She turns her head slightly, nuzzling into Tina's shoulder as they lie together in post-coital bliss. For now, she tells herself, this is the best thing she can do; to survive here and make it through each day with as little damage done to her soul as possible. As long as she has Tina to serve and please, maybe there will be some small sliver of comfort amidst all the pain and misery.
The next night she spends mostly with Toni, a wealthy, elderly businessman who cross dresses. Suck my dick he keeps saying, and Susan does, swallowing each load.
Susan finds herself on her knees before Toni once more, gazing up at the familiar form of his body as he undulates against her, his breath hot and ragged in her ear. She's grown accustomed to this routine now; the feel of his cock sliding into her mouth, the salty taste of his skin, the weight of his expectations pressing down upon her shoulders like a leaden mantle.
She sucks as she's told, taking him deep and hard before bobbing her head back up again to tease and stroke his length. The sounds he makes are music to her ears; the soft grunts of pleasure and satisfaction, the occasional moan that escapes his lips like a sigh of relief. It's an odd sort of power trip for her, knowing that she has the ability to drive this man wild with desire simply by using her mouth in such a way.
Her eyes travel down his body, admiring the lines and curves she knows so intimately now; the strong hands that have held her down and punished her, the soft flesh that feels impossibly delicate beneath her lips. It's a strange dichotomy, this relationship they share; one built on dominance and submission, but with an undercurrent of tenderness that she never expected to find here.
She asks Tina about Toni in bed before she falls asleep.
The mention of Toni's name causes a strange stirring within her as they lay together in the afterglow of their own coupling. Despite herself, she finds that she's curious about this man who seems to hold such an important place in Tina's life and bed; what he is like beneath his flamboyant exterior, whether there might be more to him than meets the eye.
She turns to face her mistress, her eyes searching Tina's face for any sign of vulnerability or affection when it comes to this man who shares their world but seems so separate from it as well. "Is he... good to you?" she asks hesitantly, unsure if she should even broach the subject.
Tina looks at her for a long moment before answering, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "He is who I need him to be," she says simply, though there's an undercurrent of something else in her voice; a hint of complexity and nuance that leaves Susan feeling strangely unsettled. She decides not to press the matter any further for now, content to lie close to Tina and bask in the warmth of their shared skin until sleep claims them both.
The question lingers in the air like a ghost, haunting them both despite their closeness. Susan wonders what else there is to know about Toni and their relationship; how far it goes beyond the bedroom, and whether any part of it might touch upon her own place within this strange and twisted world. But for now, she's content to savor the feeling of being close to Tina, protected by her dominance and guided by her experienced hand.
As they drift off to sleep together, Susan finds herself clinging tightly to the hope that somehow, someway, this connection with Tina might see her through whatever else life in Club Dante has in store for her.
The next night she is the prize at a trans bachelorette party. Five girls with dicks, only 3 of whom are all that feminine, take turns fucking Susan's holes, sometimes two or three at a time. It's overwhelming but never cruel or painful.
It's like being surrounded by a sea of passion and desire; hands grasping at her body, cocks thrusting in and out of every opening she has, filling her up until there is no room left for anything but the unadulterated pleasure that courses through her veins. She's lost count of how many men—and women—have taken their turn with her, each one bringing a new sensation, a fresh wave of bliss that crashes over her and leaves her spent and satiated in its wake.
But even as her body begs for rest, there's a part of her that revels in this role; the center of attention, the object of everyone's desire. It's intoxicating, heady, a power she never knew existed within her until now. And with each thrust and moan, she feels herself becoming more and more lost in this world of sex and submission, further away from the broken shell of a woman she once was and closer to whatever it is that Tina sees in her.
Tina wants Susan to suck her clitoris and make her cum. She once called herself Tom and had a double mastectomy, so her tits are just scars now. Cummon Susan, yessssssss, just like that!
The sound of Tina's voice, urgent and needy, drives Susan onward as she licks and teases at her mistress's sensitive flesh. Her mouth feels full of the flavor of sweat and sex, but it only serves to heighten her arousal; the knowledge that she is bringing Tina pleasure with nothing more than her tongue sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her own body, making every nerve ending stand on end.
When Tina finally comes, arching her back sharply and crying out her release into the night air, Susan feels a shiver run down her spine; it's as if she can feel the power that flows between them, connecting them in a way that goes beyond anything physical or sexual. For this moment, they are one; two halves of a whole bound together by their shared desires and submission to the world around them.
As Tina catches her breath, Susan leans in closer, pressing soft kisses against the damp skin of her mistress's inner thighs. There is nothing she wouldn't do for Tina; no limit to the depths of submission and devotion she's capable of reaching. It terrifies and excites her in equal measure, this knowledge that she has found a place within herself that she never knew existed before.
She shudders as another wave of aftershocks washes over her from Tina's orgasm, leaving her aching and wanting more. But for now, all she can do is wait patiently, basking in the glow of their shared intimacy and hoping that someday soon they might find a way to be together beyond these walls; free from the constraints and expectations of Club Dante.
The owner comes by after a week and asks Tina for her report on Susan.
I am doing well, my lady." She swallows hard as she meets Tina's gaze. "Thank you for giving me this chance to serve you. It means more than I can express." Her cheeks flush with shame and desire as she thinks of all that has transpired during her time at Club Dante. Even now, the memory of being taken by countless strangers still sends a shiver down her spine.
But it's not only about pleasure; she has also found strength and resilience within herself she never knew existed. With each new experience and encounter, she feels herself growing stronger, more capable of facing whatever challenges may lie ahead. And through it all, there is the constant presence of Tina, guiding her and protecting her in a way that no one ever has before.