Chapter 26: Okay, Rack 'em

"Tell me, Kathy, have you ever played pool?" The supervisor asked as they entered the cold, dark grotto.

"Why, no, I haven't," Kathy was puzzled by the question. What could "playing pool" possibly have to do with the black leather and chrome torture chamber that lay before her. Although the lighting was almost as bad as at the Hood & Noose, she could see at least a dozen girls, some younger than herself, chained to the blood-spattered walls. In one corner a man was being whipped by three teens while two men took turns violating the bottom of a very attractive blonde who was tied across a leather-covered saw horse.

"This is so boring," the supervisor yawned as they watched a hostess wrap a woman's breasts with piano wire. "Nothing creative, just the same old stuff," he tisked and lead Kathy through a side door marked "Billiards."

Kathy was aghast at what she saw: the spread legs of six bound women made up the pool table's padded cushions and specially-designed speculums opened their vaginas to create the most intimate of pockets.

"Now this is more like it!" the supervisor exclaimed and asked the hostess if his guest could join the game.

"Certainly, Sir," the black leather-clad woman released the bonds holding one of the corner pockets and removed the painful-looking speculum. She then gestured for Kathy to replace the slim Asian women who had been held in place by a large wooden anal plug. "Just sit on this, lean back, and we'll get you in the game," she said coolly.

"I think I'd rather just watch, if you don't mind," Kathy balked.

But the supervisor would hear nothing of it and quickly lifted her off her feet. "It's much more fun if you play, Kathy," he positioned the girl's uncooperative bottom over the vicious dowel. She protested its rude invasion and fought mightily but to no avail as her date and the hostess secured her legs, tied her arms to hooks at a 60-degree angle behind her head, and inserted the demanding chrome-plated spreader.

The supervisor selected a pool cue from the rack, powdered his hands, chalked the tip and leaned over the table. He lined up a practice shot and -- smack -- drove the "8" ball into Kathy's hairless pocket!

Kathy's ovaries stopped the ball's forward motion and she was momentarily blinded by the stars that danced before her eyes. The supervisor retrieved the ball, called "okay, rack 'em," and the game began.

The supervisor drove the "5" ball into the side redhead on the break then banked the "7" off the coffee-coloured corner girl. His opponent popped two balls -- the "2 and "12" -- into the big-busted brunette opposite Kathy, but came up short on a tricky combination that set the supervisor up for three straight shots into Kathy's corner pocket.

I don't think I'll ever get the hang of this game, Kathy thought as the supervisor sank the "3" and lined up his next shot.