Chapter 13

"Well Debra Barone, if you want me to stop, then you need to answer me honestly, or else I'll keep on whipping your tits." Gianni told her in as deep, and as harsh a voice as he could.

"OK, OK! I will! I promise that I'll... just please stop, OK?" she pleaded with him.

"We'll see slut. You are married right?" he asked.

"What?" SMACK "YES, yes, I'm married! Please STOP!" she cried.

"Why did your husband put you here?" he asked her, hoping to make her lie.

"He likes to make me... " SMACK! "OH GOD! FUCK! OK! PLEASE STOP! OH PLEASE!"

SMACK "HE DIDN'T. HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW. PLEASE DON'T HIT ME AGAIN." SMACK

"You will be punished when you lie to me BITCH!" SMACK! Gianni said, admiring the red streaks that he was leaving cris-crossed across on her tits.

"I won't lie. I won't. I promise. Please don't hurt me. No more." she cried weakly, unable to catch her breath.

"Who brought you here then Slut?" he asked her, holding the whip ready to strike again.

"I don't know. I swear. I don't even know his name, OH PLEASE DON'T HIT ME! I SWEAR I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH." she cried, looking up fearfully at his threatening hand.

Gianni saw the fear in her eyes, and heard the terror in her voice. He believed that she was telling the truth. "What? You're going to have to explain it to me. How did some guy, that you don't even know, bring you here? What is this, some freaky thing that you do, or enjoy or something? I mean why are you here Debra Barone?" he asked, careful to try and disguise his voice.

She whimpered and shook several times, trying to gather herself, in order to answer, eyeing his menacing hand, still ready to strike at her tortured chest.

"These men the made me come here. I had no choice, I tried to make them stop, but I have to." she cried.

"Why? Why do you have to?" he asked her.

"Because they, they've made me. They're blackmailing me. I mean at first it was blackmail, now its just... I don't know, kidnaping or something. I mean I don't have a choice anymore." she cried.

"Blackmailing you with what?" he asked, now very intrigued by her answers.

"They had pictures of me, from college. I mean at first that's what it was. But then they got even more pictures of me, newer pictures of me. They drugged me and I..." she paused, "I mean they made me do things that I couldn't let my husband know, because I..." she paused again, trying to regain some composure, as the tears streaked down her cheeks. "I love him, and my family. I screwed up big time, and now I just don't have a choice any more." she babbled, almost incoherently, through her sobs.

"Really? So what have they made you do?" he asked.

"Stuff." she answered, not wanting to elaborate any further on the subject. But the lifting of his hand to swat her again, made her think better of not responding further. "Sexual things. I, I've had to, well prostitute myself, and things like that." she said, hoping to have pleased him with her answer.

"Really? How?" he asked, not satisfied with her weak non-specific response.

"Well first they drugged me, and I don't know how, but they made me pick up these old guys at bars. They taped it all, and told me that they would show my family, if I didn't cooperate with them. Then they made me go out of town, and work in some kind of dance or strip club or something, but I'm not really sure what it was, as they kept drugging me." she said, humiliated by her confession.

"So what else have they made you do?" he asked, enthralled by her tale.

"I mean I don't really know all of it, because of the drugs that they kept giving me. They've shown me videos of me and some guys, but I have trouble actually remembering a lot of what went on." she said, broken and in pain.

"What do you remember?" he pried.

"Well like the first night at the club, they made me do them all. Then some bum in an alley. It was disgusting. Uh, then on the flight back here, they took my into the bathroom, and I had to have sex with like five guys, and then I was brought here. I just don't really know anymore. Its been one long nightmare. It just has. I don't know." she cried.

"So tell me what happened in the airplane." he said, hungry to hear more.

"Uh, well there were two guys who brought me back here. One of them made me follow him into the bathroom on the plane. Then, you know, he raped me, and made me wait for the other guy to come in and rape me. Then they like let some of the other passengers come in and fuck me. I was like dying in there. My ass was getting all busted up on the sink, and they were all rough with me. I mean, I don't think those other guys even knew the guys who kidnaped me, but I don't know for sure." she babbled on, as she relived her nightmare.

Gianni looked down at his now erect cock, and its swelling head. He was troubled by her story, and almost felt bad about what he had done to her, but it didn't stop him from doing what he still wanted to do to her.

He knew he wanted a video of him fucking her, without the hood, so he returned to the closet and got a small black blindfold to cover her eyes. He then walked over to her, and placed it over her eyes. After inspecting it to make sure that she couldn't see him, he pulled his hood off.

He walked around the hanging X, and pulled the dildos free of her ass and cunt. He stared at the gaping holes left by the huge rubber phallus. He grabbed the large butt plug, that he had pulled out of the closet, and shoved the thick black plug completely into her ass, causing screams of pain from the tortured woman. He then shoved his rigid cock into her now much tighter cunt, feeling the pressure from the thick plug in her ass, pressing up against his dick.

She cried out, begging him to stop, as she screamed in pain. He simply continued stroking his dick in and out of her cunt, watching the weights, that were clipped onto the clamps, that were mercilessly pinching her nipples cruelly, as they swung back and forth. She finally stopped her pleas for him to stop, after working herself into a coughing fit.

He thrust his hips back and forth into her, making her rock even more back and forth on the frame. Finally, his cock erupted inside of her for a third time today. He loved it. He swung the X upright, and walked up to her face. The sudden movement had caused the weights to now drag her breasts down obscenely, as they swayed back and forth from the weighted chains hanging from her nipples. He looked at her pained face for several minutes, before glancing at his watch. He then kissed her passionately on the lips. She tried to pull away from his kiss, but after a tug on the chain, attached to her nipple, she turned her head back to his, and accepted his kiss. He continued kissing her for over five minutes, exploring her mouth with his tongue. After finally breaking his lip lock on her, he walked out of the room, never taking his eyes of her.

She was freed from the "X", but not before the two men, who had filmed the session, had used her ass for their own pleasure. She was then taken to back to room 0, to be cleaned up and prepared for her next cycle.

One of his men, who had filmed Gianni's session, went to find Mr. Fass, to fill him in on the information obtained by Gianni's interrogation.

Mr. Fass looked on with concern and fear, as Mrs. Baron was strapped down on table three, with a line of Masters already lining up to use her. If the information that she had told Gianni was true, it could represent a serious problem for him and his little club. He had already sent his agent out to gather information on Mrs. Barone's activities, and to find her Master's whereabouts'.

Mr. Fass's men had found Debra's 'Master' at a downtown bar, with another man. The two had gotten quite drunk, and where bragging to the other patrons about their recent adventures with this married slut, and what they had forced her to do. Mr. Fass's agents had taken the men outside, and after a little unfriendly questioning, they discovered the entire story behind Mrs. Barone's ordeal. Feeling that they had gathered all of the pertinent information from the two men, they disposed of them in the alley right behind the bar, making it look like a robbery. It was well known that you didn't play games at the dungeon. The need for absolute privacy was a necessity for its high profile clients of political and business leaders.

Any one who would resort to blackmailing a woman, a married woman with children, couldn't be trusted to not do the same against one of the other club members. These men had lied in order to make a few dollars off of the poor woman, and so their greed had led to their untimely deaths.

Mr. Fass hung up the phone after hearing the report from his men. This couldn't be worse, she could ruin his little business venture. She had been telling the truth, which in and of itself was not necessarily all that bad. In fact, Mr. Fass had used such tactics himself in his younger days, before he had started his club. But never with such a high profile woman. After all, her husband was a columnist, who could bring down unbearable press coverage on his operation, if she ever told anyone. But that too could have been dealt with, however in addition to her husband, she also had a cop for a brother-in-law. His men had warned him of how tight knit the family was, and of just what type of a boy scout this Robert was.

He regretted the need to hurt people, especially good and innocent people, but bigger concerns had to be addressed. He worried about leaving Debra's children motherless, and the father widowed, but he had limited choices considering.

He made a call to friends in Vegas, to tie up any lose ends in their neck of the woods, and then checked to see where Mrs. Barone was now. She was half way through a private session with a valued Master, one that he couldn't afford offending. Taking note, it was her fourth such engagement since Gianni had finished with her.

It was now early Saturday morning and he knew word of the trouble had already spread around his dungeon, by the quickly diminishing number of clients on the floor. He ordered the circle prepared for when Debra was finished with her session, and then sat back, waiting for the time to deal with the last of the loose ends.

When Debra was finished with her latest abuser, she was drug out, kicking and fighting, to the circle. She immediately began protesting what was happening, insisting that she hadn't disobeyed a master. She was placed in the stocks, her ass thrust high into the air. She screamed out her innocence to anyone who would listen, begging not to be punished. Her protests grew even more desperate when she saw the three wolf-like dogs being led up to the circle.

The dogs were walked around in circles around her three times. She watched the beasts with fear and trepidation. Her father had owned a large Doberman when she was a child, and she had watched the savage animal attack and maul one of the neighbors smaller more docile dogs and killed it. She had been frightened of large dogs ever since. Ray had always wanted a dog of his own, for the children, but she wouldn't allow it. She never told Ray her reasons for feeling that way, as simply saying no was enough.