Jonathan noticed that their was a step ladder on the side of the jacuzzi but he had no intention of using it. He was glad that the handcuffing had ended. The hot water relaxed him, almost leaving him afloat. They had checked him out a little more to see that he was in town for a three day book fair.
Jonathan's mind drifted for a minute, wondering what would be next? Far off, he could hear the sounds of the strippers. Music? The dungeon seemed to be soundproofed from upstairs. There were adjacent rooms.
He'd seen a disciplinarian room filled with leather masks, gags and a velvet table. He was looking part of the C & B complex in its face. If things came to worse, he would see more of the dungeon.
The sound of a voice seemed to be getting louder and louder-going from a tiny heel click to a giant echo.
Irena analyzed him.
The water inside the jacuzzi reflected off him, leaving tiny sensations and faint shadows. The crystal meth buzz was huge and every voice he heard sounded like it had an echo. He saw no escape. These women had shrunken his ego to the size of a few inches.
Irena began examining him, filling him through the water. After tasting her kiss, he found himself springing back to life. She felt him down and then caused him to climb up and over the jacuzzi step ladder. She pulled him down. He was nude in more ways than one.
Adding one and one, he knew what was going to happen as a door was opened near him and then shut and locked behind him.
Houdini could not escape this.
He found himself making deals with Nancy. When he was done, he would live a better life. After they would let him go.
Madame O and her strippers stood by a bondage table. He wondered. There would be no way to leave. The women surrounded him.
Jonathan soon felt the cool bolts on his arms and legs after he plunged down unto the table. Soon, the women began to play with him like a baby, rubbing bath oil on his body. He tried to slide over to one side of the table for refuge and was hit on the center of his head by Madame O's crop.
From what he could see, there were two strippers rubbing his legs and one his entire penis.
At this rate, he would be cumming.
Irena slowed down her speed and they waited twelve minutes, as Madame O came back into the room.
Jonathan's heart rate began to flutter, so much that he wondered if he was having a heart attack. Before he knew it, a pill and another drink was poured down his throat.
Irena would not let up.
His penis started to feel numb, the cum rising up. Irena leveled off and his mind drifted.
Crazily, Madame O searched the table drawer for something. She looked up, holding a pig mask. She then pulled the mask down over his face. He could not see what was happening down below. He could scarcely see anything. Just what was up above him. He felt the rubbing of oil.
In ten more minutes, Madame O had came back into the room, wasting no more time. She had changed into thigh-high, black, latex boots, a short, black, latex bra, matching choker and was holding a gruesome looking, black crop with a whip on the end. She had done her eyeliner as well as makeup the rest of her face. She laughed variously, at first with some shame and then a moment later without.
Jonathan garbled once, feeling that he might swallow his tongue. Then suddenly, he heard the noise of a chain. He listened intently as a slot on his mask was opened and then suddenly the chain was clicked and attached.
Kayla began to touch his penis. He felt it lump up and then her sucking. He felt his penis begin to form as if it had gained recently in size. Was it the pill? He realized that he had been hit on the mask with Madame O's crop.
He felt alive. But the more he looked around the dungeon, the more he saw he was bolted down, hands and legs, on his back and had a chain attached to his mask.
In front of him, right and left, they all stood.
Madame O watched calmly and then began smoking a joint.
“I think he's falling for us,” said Monica, laughing. A tinge of light was in her eyes, equivalent with a zombies.
“Enough,” said Madame O. “What are you?”