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contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult,
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 Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to
anyone, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

'Everybody Loves Raymond' is syndicated and (C) to King World
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 (Note to readers after doing some research on-line I have
narrowed down that in the Second season the Debra character is
supposed to be somewhere between 33-35 years of age so I am
basing this story in that time frame FYI.)

 Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife

 By Not my story

Part 9



Debra looked into the darkness, thinking back to the humiliation
of the flight back from Nevada. After she had been forced to
follow the first jerk into the bathroom on the plane she was
forced to stay there while one after another a total of five more
men entered and used her. She was already on her knees when the
second jerk had entered the cramped room causing more than a
little difficulty for him as he tried to squeeze into the cramped
cabin.



She bumped her head on the lip of the sink, as she tried to move
out of his way. Her legs cramped up, as she knelt giving him
head. She was then forced to sit on the sink while he rammed his
cock into her cunt, her arm had slipped from the side of the sink
and fallen into the sink. She had found herself holding onto the
top of the cabin while trying to keep her balance as he ravaged
her mercilessly. He had pulled the thin sundress from her
shoulders so he could grope her chest as he defiled her. When he
finished he forced her to clean their fluids from his cock with
her tongue. As she cleaned him of the juices there had been a
distinctive knock at the door. They asshole had opened the door
while she was knelt down with his dick in her mouth. It had been
the first jerk who told him to have her stay in for more
entertainment when they finished.



The second jerk did just exactly that telling her not to leave
the room tell he came back to get her. When he finally left she
felt abused and used her head throbbing, wrist sprained and legs
cramping. The good new had been the next two men who'd entered
the restroom had come in ready to fuck so at least she hadn't had
to kneel down and blow them. The fifth and final asshole had made
her turn around before he entered the cramped compartment and
taken her in the ass roughly. He had pulled her roughly to him
with by her breast as he viciously and vigorously emptied his
seed into her bowels. When the fifth bastard finally left her
abused and dripping semen from both her ass and cunt she
collapsed to the floor of the lavatory prison she had been
confined to for over and hour now. Although she had no way of
knowing it the news of her activity had now spread throughout the
planes forward compartment and all eyes had focused on the
bathroom door curious to see just how many men would enter while
she was still in the room.



Her first assailant was next to enter the room and he immediately
reached past her and into the corner of the tight compartment
pulling down the small video camera that Debra had never noticed.
He told her to clean up and get back to her seat before he left
her alone with her thoughts. She had left the lavatory with her
head down and never noticed the eyes passengers fixed on her, as
she returned to her seat in shame. She had thankfully been
allowed to fall asleep when she returned to her seat and slept
for the rest of the flight.



When they left the airport she had been seated in the back of a
white panel van as one of her tormentors had her watch a movie
off a laptop computer. She had closed her eyes and turned her
head when she saw the first image on the screen. But her
tormentors had made their demands clear she was to open her eyes
and watch the sickening scenes played out on the screen before
her. She hesitantly followed their orders and focused on the
screen in front of her. She watched clip after clip of her
activities for the week. She found the scenes being played before
her sickening and was even more troubled by images of her
behavior she had no recollection of having done. Like the clip of
one man after another pulling their dicks from her cunt or ass
and shooting there seed onto her face and into her open mouth as
she looked on glossy eyed. She was once again in tears, head in
her hands by the time they had placed the leather hood over her
face.  She was then lead from the van into a building of some
kind she could hear music in the distance and voices from all
around but when a door was closed silence had fallen over the
room she was in.



Finally she felt a hand on the hood and then it was removed. She
was in and office of some type with her two tormentors.



"Look Bitch we're at the club O.K. now the owner he is going to
come in here and explain something's about the club to you. You
had better answer every question right or else those videos you
saw will be seen by your whole damn family you got me Bitch?" he
asked.



"Yea. Yea I understand ok" she answered in a defeated voice.



"Good! You do everything you're told to in the next seventy two
hours and you get to go home and put this part of your life
behind you." He said with a chuckle.



She turned her head to the sounds of the door opening. In walked
an older gray haired man who looked distinguished and very much
in charge of all things around him. He walked in front of her and
looked her over from head to toe.



"Okay Debra is it. Your Master here tells me you're here on your
own free will as his willing slave. Is that right?" He asked
sternly.



"Um Yes that sounds about right." She said.



"What?" the man asked back in an insulted tone.



"I said yes. Yes that's right." She said defensively afraid she
had already made a mistake.



"Oh I see." He said now quite upset "Well slave I don't know how
your Master has trained you but if you're going to be in my
dungeon you will always address any man as Master. You understand
that Slave." He said grabbing her chin harshly.



"Oh yes, yes Master I understand Master." She said trying her
best to get in his graces.



"Good that's better. Now show your new Master your talents and
blow me while I explain how things work in my dungeon slave." He
said taking a seat in a large leather chair as he looked into her
eyes.



Debra quickly lowered her gaze not able to look him in the eyes.
She dropped to her knees and moved to his crotch. As she
unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped his fly he began to speak.



"I have 4 types of people here in my dungeon they are Slaves,
Masters, Contractors, and employees. You will be a slave here if
you so desire. Your Master has asked that I take you under my
care for the next three days I have agreed to do so with the
understanding you will perform as I expect of my slaves." He said
as she began to bob her head up and down on his cock trying her
best to please him fearing what not satisfying him might mean.



"What I expect of my slaves is simple complete submission and
obedience. You will simply do everything asked of you instantly
and without hesitation. I have an understanding with your master
that I am free to do anything with you I please what I need to
know is if you agree to that or not, for though you may be a
slave I am afraid slavery is illegal in this fine country and I
being a law abiding citizen uphold the law. So tell me slave do
you agree to do anything you are told to do for the next seventy
two hours of your own free will or not?" he asked as he pulled
her head by her hair.



"Yes Master. Whatever you wish." She said passively wincing from
the pain of having her hair pulled.



"Excellent stand and bend over the desk Slave." He said. As she
stood he pulled the dress up and off her body before allowing her
to bend over the desk.



He began slapping his dick on her ass while he directed her
"Master" to open the desk drawer and fill out the contract in it.
While he began filling out information on the paper the gray
haired man slid his cock into her sex from behind.



"I see your Master makes sure you are used regularly." he said as
his dick slid into her recently fucked cunt. "Good you will
adjust to your stay here well then. Now back to what I expect of
slaves here in my dungeon. Slaves have no say here, they are at
the complete and total control of all Masters. Slaves like you
are identified by a black leather collar all my slaves wear. I
have several contractors in my club they wear red collars, and
are women here alone of there own free choice and can accept to
be with any Master they choose a luxury slaves are not given.
They only have to perform the tasks they are willing to, giving
me a portion of what ever gratuities they receive from a Master.
There are then my employees who see to the needs of my visiting
Masters they wear silver collars and take care of food, drink and
security here in the club they are not required to do anything
except their job. I tell you all this incase you are interested
in returning to my little club." He said as he continued a steady
pace of sawing into her sex.



"Finally there are Masters they are fellow slave owners or just
men who enjoy the company of submissive women and can afford my
will shall we call it a membership fee. What I have here is a
very exclusive group of people some of the most elite men in the
city visit my dungeon and sample my offerings. They expect
complete obedience from slaves. Do you understand what I have
told you Slave?" he asked still moving in and out of her.



"Yes. Oooh Yes master." She answered as she grunted from his
thrust. She was completely humiliated having to behave this way
for a complete stranger.



"Good sign the contract acknowledging your acceptance to be my
slave." He said maintaining his pace inside her.



She arched her back as she leaned up to sign the paper presented
to her as this new master continued to thrust into her from
behind.



As soon as she signed the paper her new master pushed a button on
the desk and spoke out commandingly. "Come and get her she's
ready." He finished speaking and hit the button again, as he
pulled his cock free of her sex. His cock fell onto her ass as it
jetted a steam of semen on her bare back while she lay across the
desk.



He stepped away from her as two hooded men wearing silver collars
entered the room. The first man pulled Debra's head up from the
desk by her hair as the second man place a thin black leather
collar around her neck locking it in place with a small padlock.
She was then lifted from the desk and led from the room a man
holding each arm.







Gianni had done quite a bit of work for the older gentlemen and
never been to sure as to why he was doing it till now. After
having worked on different projects for the very particular older
gentlemen for over two years now he finally got some insight into
what he was after. Mr. Fass in addition to being wealthy was into
Dominance over women.



Gianni was one of over two dozen contractors who had built small
devices or beautifully crafted wooden boxes and beams. Nothing he
had been asked to build or craft had made much sense to him he
had never seen what his different pieces of work had been used
for and separated as they wore he had no idea what all the
different projects had been put together to make. He had been to
Mr. Fass's house over twenty times and never had a clue as to the
man's power over women. But now he sat in awe.



He had been called a week ago by Mr. Fass's assistant she had
invited him to Mr. Fass's restaurant for a dinner to discuss a
large project Mr. Fass had to offer him. Gianni had arrived
Friday evening just as he had been directed the building was a
beautiful older brick early 1900's with no markings on the out
side distinguishing it a business of any type. Two men stood out
side and as he pulled up in front one of the men stepped out in
the street. He told Gianni he would be happy to park the truck
for him and that Mr. Fass was expecting him inside.



Valet parking he thought damn this must be nice. He entered into
the building led by the second man.  They were greeted by the
most beautiful women Gianni had ever seen in person she was
exquisite in every way. As the beauty greeted him she asked that
he follow her to Mr. Fass's table. She led him through a small
dimly lit dining room having maybe thirty tables about half full
of people. Men, women enjoying meals at candle lit tables just as
one would expect to find at such an exclusive place. She led him
into a private dining room overlooking the main room where Mr.
Fass was already seated enjoying a glass of wine. Thanking the
lovely women Gianni and Mr. Fass sat alone in the decadent room.



Mr. Fass struck up a conversion with him, mostly small talk about
work, sports and women. He made note that Gianni was still a
single man. Asked about his relationships and what not just
enough to make him feel very uncomfortable with the whole thing
and then he moved on to other subjects like the food and d�cor of
the restaurant.



When they had finished the meal Mr. Fass told him he would like
to show him the project he had called him about. Standing up from
the table he lead Gianni back out to the main dining room floor
and then down a hallway and into a hidden door on the side at the
end of the hallway. The two men descended a small staircase
entering another small undescript hallway. They entered another
door hidden in the wall. It led to yet another hallway with
several doors down the left side of the wall. At the end a single
guard stood in front of the only door at the end of the hallway.
This is the door the two men went to.



As they entered Gianni was struck by the incredible craftsmanship
of the woodworking around the room the sculpted ceiling the
molded beams. Then he saw the oak stocks in the corner the wooden
X hanging from the other corner complete with padded leather
cuffs. That's when Gianni spoke up.



"Look a Mr. Fass I don't think you have the right idea about me."
He began.



"Please, please have a seat. I know I have the right idea about
you." He said as he hit a button on his desk causing the wall
behind him to slide out of the way revealing a large glass window
revealing the massive room beyond.





 Debra Barone had been taken from the office and led out down a
hallway past a guard and into another door down the hall from the
office. Inside the room she had been allowed to shower and douche
then she was led to the adjoining room where she was examined by
a doctor and her blood was drawn. She had been given a pelvic
exam in addition to a standard physical shockingly her blood was
immediately given to one of the several men there and carried
away. The exam took just over an hour and she was then taken back
to the room she had showered in she was given another makeover
the third this week.



Her makeup was expertly applied but in a classy high class manner
helping to bring out the beauty in her face and making her look
her best. She was then asked to try on several different outfits
some leather, some lace, some silk, and even one made of chains
and wire. Each incredibly revealing each made to display her
body. Each one was then fitted to her body perfectly and each
taken in our out as needed. Finally a padded leather cuffs about
a half inch thick where placed on her wrist and ankles and then
stitched in place. Ensuring they would have to be cut off.



After having a few more outfits fitted for her the phone had rang
and someone said "Ok she's clean get her dressed and out on the
floor." And with that she was dressed and given the one over
making sure she was ready.



"OK it's simple we work in three hour shifts here OK?" said her
makeup artist "It goes like this you go at and work a table for
an hour, then work the floor for two. As a slave if you get taken
back to your room you can stay there for they remainder of your
two hours if the Master you're servicing finished with you early.
If they take more than the two hours they'll be charged
accordingly. At the end of each three hour shift you return her
to room 0 to get freshened up if you're late you will be punished
severely in the circle unless you were detained by a master. 
Your room has a timer you'll be working off of it is in a three
hour cycle it will buzz five minutes before the end of each
cycle. Pay attention to the clock I mean it or you'll be sorry.
After every six cycles you get one off. Remember when your
working any of the tables to keep quiet if you're a screamer I
would keep my mouth shout, bite you lip or something otherwise
they'll really give it to you."  She continued as she led the now
barely dressed but beautiful Debra Barone out to the door.



"What ever you do just remember you can refuse no one from this
point forward you have no say. You do everything you're told by
anyone and do it fast without sayin a word or else you'll spend
the rest of your time in the circle. Refusing a Master or
disobedience any anyway is the worst offense you can commit here.
So do as you're told. OK?" she asked.



"Yes." Debra answered although she had a hundred questions she
wanted to ask and was still unsure of several of the things the
woman had told her.



"Good, just make sure from this moment on you always answer
everyone as Master just to be safe OK." She said helping Debra up
a small platform.



Debra quickly learned what the table where. A total of six small
platforms made up the tables slaves alternated from one table to
the next. Table one was a modified saw horse like device with a
slave tied across it leaving her exposed for anal or vaginal
entry from behind and with there head dangling from the front
allowing the slave to pleasure a master orally. The table was
incredibly uncomfortable and one of the most hated by the slaves.



The second table was a modified stock allowing access to a
slave's ass and mouth but the pressure was not squarely on the
slaves back as it was on the horse. Table three was a hanging X
frame slave would be strapped to and hung from. When a Master
wished to sample a slave the frame was rotated to allow access to
her mouth or ass otherwise the slave simply hung there on
display. The fourth table was a swing which hung from braces in
the ceiling high above slaves had the legs and arms cuffed to
four hanging chains while the slave hung face down with leather
going across their stomach for support. Table five was another
swing allowing a Master to fuck a slave while standing there
looking them in the face. A slave's knees placed in stirrups and
pulled up while there arms where sleeved behind there back and
that sat in a swing knee's pulled apart allowing access to the
slaves sex. Table six was just like table just like table four
but the slave hung face up.



Debra was first made to work table one. Being a new slave to the
club she was quickly sampled by almost every Master there. As one
by one they came and used her. At points both her mouth and cunt
stuffed full of cock. She thought her thirty-something back would
break as she was abused while attached to the wickedly
constructed device. When her hour had ended she was led back to
room 0 and quickly cleaned up and put into a new outfit a small
silver tag was clipped on her collar it had the Number 37 etched
on both sides. Her arms were then bound to a chain that was
placed around her waist and she was led out to the floor.



Only now did she notice the glass like cabinets around the room
maybe twenty total the middle of the large room contained a dozen
and a half tables some with a man or group of men sitting at them
most empty. The cabinets where also mostly empty but Debra
noticed several women wearing black collars just like hers
standing chained in several of the cabinets. Each girl in the
cabinets dressed similar to Debra wearing strict corset's cut
just below the women's breast pulled tight holding in the women's
stomachs and making there breast jut out from there body. Garter
belts and thigh high stockings seemed to be part of the uniform
as well. Each women where long black stiletto heels making the
confinement in the glass cabinets even more uncomfortable.



Debra was only in her cabinet a few minutes before she was pulled
out and taken by a Master. He simply walked up to her and opened
the door of her cabinet he said "You will please me" and then
turned and walked away.



"Debra looked around confused then following him said "Yes
master" she followed him to an ornate door with the number 37
sculpted on it. She followed him into the room unsure just what
to expect but sure she would hate whatever was to come.



Part 10



Room 37 she hated that room. She had gone back to it over a dozen
times with well over a dozen men. The first had been bad enough,
he had taken her back there chained her into the most bizarre
position and ravaged her, before changing her into an even more
uncomfortable position, and using a massive dildo on her ass.
Thankfully he had lubricated her and been at least mildly gentle
in forcing the massive rubber phallus into her bowels. He then
placed a blindfold over her eyes and gagged her. Next he chained
her ankles cuffed to her waist with her wrist attached to her
bent back ankles. It was beyond doubt the most painful 25 minutes
of her life to that point. The tiny droplets of water felt like
daggers to her skull, she felt like she couldn't get a breath in
her lungs and would suffocate at any moment. Then when she
thought nothing could be worse than the torture she was currently
undergoing, it got worse. It was sudden and painful, but it was
worse the second time and the pain increased again and again as
something needle sharp it seemed darted the center of her nipple
then bounced back. It pierced her nipple then a second later
another drop of water would pound back into her skull. It was
hell unlike any that can be put to words.



But it was the beginning not the end, he then raped her again
making sure she stayed in position so the water, and needle like
device continued to do the worst to her. He then left her for
what seemed an eternity his seed flowing across her face where he
had finally shot his second orgasm over her chin and up her face.
She had been left there under the torture until the very end of
her first three hour cycle.



Finally a strong young man wearing a silver collar removed the
blindfold from her tearing eyes, she was relieved to see the
total stranger. He next removed the gag from her mouth allowing
her to take her first real breath in over an hour. He had already
removed the source of the water and needle and was now undoing
her wrist from her ankles. He then freed her ankles from her hips
and at last she was able to stretch out her limbs. He immediately
helped her up from the bed as she noted the clock on the wall had
ticked down to just two minutes. On her feet again she started to
fall immediately, her muscles felt like jelly. Her savior caught
her as she collapsed into his arms. He merely scoped her up into
his strong arms and carried her from the room and back to room 0.



She was cleaned thoroughly again, shower, douche enema and then
again made to look her best. It was a cycle that would go on for
the next three days of her life. She was dressed in another sexy
leather outfit and sent back to the floor to work the next table.



Table two had not been as bad only three men had used her and one
unbeknownst to Debra an employee. Debra had no way of knowing it
was now the early morning hours of Friday morning one of the
traditionally slower times for the dungeon. She spent the two
hours in her glass cabinet undisturbed but it to was torture. As
she had to stand in the tight enclosure on the high heels of her
shoes trying desperately not to lose her balance and fighting off
her need to sleep.



She spent her next cycle on table 3 with only a single master
using her as she was left hanging on the X for almost her entire
hour. But then with only five minutes left on her time three of
the men wearing silver collars approached the X the took turns
each man forcing her to suck their cocks to erection before
raping her cunt. They made comments as they defiled her telling
her this was the best perk of the job.



She was finally freed of the X and returned to room 0 to get
ready for the floor again. Thankfully she was given some coffee
and half a bagel to eat before she was forced back into her glass
cabinet.

She stayed there for over an hour before she noticed someone new
enter the dungeon. She watched as he circled the room inspecting
the slaves in the cabinets. Debra had noticed that only three
girls now stood in the cabinets each looking as uncomfortable as
Debra. The new master had quickly looked over the three slaves in
the cabinets and then moved his inspection to the poor slaves now
working the tables. No contractors were currently working the
floor but then Debra hadn't seen anyone on this shift in the
cabinet except this master and the employees who worked
feverishly to clean the room and tables back to its immaculate
status.



The new Master had come back to Debra's Cabinet and simply opened
the door then walked to door 37. His torture was mild compared to
that of her first but still being hung upside down from the
ceiling arms strapped behind your back in a sleeve while a man
paddles your ass and breast is no picnic either. She thought she
would pass at from the ordeal until he finally lowered her far
enough to allow him to rape her in the ass. When he finished he
made a comment about the lower quality of the slaves in the
dungeon these days, and then left her there, his semen filling
her bowels for the remainder of her time in the cycle.



She hung there head forced over to the side observing the clock
counting down the minutes on the wall.  She took the time to
observe the room, much like the main hall it too was beautiful,
wood doors and trim, elegant rugs on the tile floor her face was
now forced into it. She took note of the many ropes, chains,
whips, clamps, cuffs, spreader bars and other various bondage
gear neatly hung in the closet that had been left open. Inside
the closet a smaller set of stalks and saw horses. With six
minutes left an employee came and lowered her to the floor before
untying her legs from the chain. She was further humiliated by
him groping her breast before he freed her arms from the sleeve.
He smiled as he pinched her left nipple and said "Good at least
yours are natural." and helped her to her feet.



She was again led to be cleaned up and put back on the floor. Her
time at table four was again a painful experience but she was
witness to the horrors of the circle as she hung there waiting
for what was to come next. A slave who Debra had seen earlier in
one of the cabinets was led to the circle where she was chained
to chains from the ceiling a chunk of wood was forced in her
mouth as she cried pitifully. She was next whipped by a master
for what seemed like forever by first a master and then by an
employee. The whips leaving whelp's across her back she was
sweating and crying under the assault.



Debra was released taken back to the room after having only been
used twice on table four. After her cleanup she was placed back
in her cabinet where she observed the slave still being whipped.
A speaker in the top of her cabinet then announced that she had
received the 100 swats the Master who she had denied had ordered
for her and now she would be punished by the grand master. Debra
watched in horror as a large box was rolled onto the stage, the
box was opened then spun around the room for all to see. Inside
the box thousands of small needles lined the walls. The box was
then wheeled around the still suspended slave. Then to Debra's
horror the box was closed on the suspended women the look of pain
on the slaves face was unimaginable. Then when the box had been
locked in place she heard an announcement from outside on the
floor. "Pour in the salt." Two employees appeared at the box
holding hoses. They aimed the hoses in the air and pulled the
triggers a mist shot from the hoses. The shots were brief but
showed the fine mist of salt to all in attendance. Next the men
placed the hoses into two holes in the side of the box, and then
they pulled the triggers. The slaves eyes shot even wider open in
pain as the salty mist was sprayed over her body.



Debra couldn't begin to imagine the pain the woman must be
feeling, she watched in horror as the woman suffered. Then still
shocked by the cruelty she observed she almost vomited when she
saw the slaves arms go slack as the chains holding her arms were
lowered. The woman's eyes again grew large from the pain and then
closed as she passed out from the torture. The commanding voice
of the grand master then boomed across the speaker in her
cabinet.



"You slaves should take note of what disobedience to obey a
Master here in my dungeon will get you. I also want you all to
know I will not show anyone else the mercy I have shown this
slave. She would have received a more worthy punishment if she
wasn't in such a weakened condition."



Debra had begun to cry for the poor girl as she lay limp in the
box, then her door was opened.



Debra could hardly think about her own situation as she was again
tied and raped by another stranger in room 37. She lay there
under this new Master as he used her, Debra's thoughts still on
the slave in the circle. This master had finished rather early
and even freed Debra from her bonds before leaving the room with
an hour and fifteen minutes left on the timer. She cried herself
to sleep feeling sorrow for the tortured soul in the circle and
herself.



Her day continued on much the same as she went from table to
table. The club had got busier as the day went on. For one of her
cycles she had been taken to the Grand Master's office and gagged
and bound to the X there while the Master welcomed two new
members to the club. Although neither man had any slaves of their
own they had the money to buy their way in, both desiring the
power over women the Master held. Fortunately that shift had been
one of her easiest, she was there as obvious decoration as she
had been dressed in a ornate decorative corset made of silk and
jewels the worst part had been when the Master was explaining to
the men that he got new slaves in all the time. He then pointed
to Debra and told them about her.



"You see Gentlemen here is a perfect example of what I am talking
about. Mrs. Barone her is a mother of three and wife to a local
sports columnist. She was just brought in yesterday by her Master
who I might add is not her husband." He said with a laugh. "She
is here on her own free will and like all slaves here will do
anything, and Gentlemen I do men anything you desire. She like
all my slaves are pets, tools, creatures for our entertainment.
She has been tested just as thoroughly as you men have been, and
is free of any disease, just like all my slaves so you can relax
knowing my stable is clean. No slave is released to the floor,
until she has been declared disease free." He continued on with
the benefits of the club, and talking about his stable.



Debra was eventually sent back to the floor where she was back at
table one at the request of the newly inducted Masters, both men
used her. In fact she lost count of the numbers that had
plundered her that shift. She had heard from someone in the line
telling someone else not to worry that they would leave the new
slave there till everyone in line had used her even if her time
expired. Finally after an eternity of sucking and being impaled
by strange cocks she was freed. This time instead of being taken
back and cleaned up she was taken to her room and sodomized
viciously by a massive brute. She was then left covered in semen
on the bed for the remainder of her cycle.



She had heard the buzzer at the five minute mark and returned to
room 0. Where she was cleaned and readied for another round on
the floor.





Gianni had been overwhelmed by what he saw. Architecturally at
first sight then what was going on in the room drew his attention
away from the stoic design of the room. Women tied, hanging from
the ceiling secured in stocks, locked in glass cabinets and being
used by an assortment of men. Mr. Fass then pointed out some of
the projects Gianni had worked on for him, allowing him to see
there final use.



Gianni had been awed by the sight and listened intently as Mr.
Fass explained his little operation to him. He explained that the
contractor he had used before and for many years prior to that
had recently passed away, and he needed some one to finish
several more rooms that were still under construction. He went on
to explain that after some extensive background investigation he
had chose Gianni from a long list. He went on and then took him
to see the rooms in question. Gianni looked them over and assured
Mr. Fass he could handle the job in question. Then Gianni's heart
stopped when Mr. Fass invited him to spend some time in the club.



The Men walked around the room and finally took a seat where they
were served by several women wearing stockings and smiles. Mr.
Fass explained to Gianni the way the club worked and what each
color collar meant. The sat and drank as Mr. Fass filled him in
on what was allowed in the club.



The men sat there for half and hour drinking, talking, having a
good time, when Mr. Fass invited Gianni to sample the floor as he
had put it.



Gianni walked around the floor and ended at table 5 as it was
labeled, he had been drawn there by the beautiful blonde who was
bond in the swing he happily waited his turn and then let loose
on the helpless girl pounding her religiously. When he finished
he pulled his trousers up and walked away feeling great. That's
when she caught his eye. There swaying back and forth in a swing
while being ravished by a Master was a slave who could've been a
twin for his friend Ray's wife. Gianni had to do a double take to
make sure it wasn't her. He looked her over from this distance as
another man stepped up to her face while she was still being
pounded in her cunt.



No, he thought Debra has brown hair this gals hair was more red
than brown and Gianni was sure Debra's tits weren't that large.
Not to mention the dark tan sported by this slave. Still he
thought it warranted another look, so he approached more closely
to have a look at this gal, he had always wanted to nail Debra
this look alike would be the next best thing. As he circled the
table he got a closer look at the slaves face, even with her
mouth stuffed with cock and eyes closed wincing in pain she was a
dead ringer for Debra Barone. He looked the slave over top to
bottom about the same size, same shape mostly, but was Deb's tits
that big he thought, then he saw his answer.



He looked at the slaves hand cuffed to the chain as she rocked
back and forth from the men sawing into her. There on her hand he
saw a ring, a ring he had seen many times before the ring he had
stood and watched his friend Ray slip on his new bride's finger
at their wedding as Gianni stood as one of Ray's groomsmen.
Gianni stepped back in shock. The shock didn't last long as he
quickly moved his way back to Mr. Fass's table.



He asked Mr. Fass about getting some photo's of some of the
slaves. Mr. Fass explained to him that no cameras were allowed on
the floor but he occasionally allowed a Master to film or
photograph a slave in one of the private rooms.



Gianni thought quickly, perhaps to quickly when he spouted out
and offer to Mr. Fass. He would take off ten percent of his bill
if he was allowed to film and photograph a private session with a
slave. The proposition put a huge smile on Mr. Fass's face, I'll
even have one of my men film it for you! How about that Mr. Fass
said. He then asked which slave Gianni would like to spend some
time with. Gianni pointed to Debra Barone stilling swaying back
in forth in the swing under another mans attentions.



Mr. Fass tilted his head and asked why that slave? I have many
younger more beautiful girls I can offer. Gianni went on to
explain how she looked like an old crush he'd had giving Mr. Fass
a bogus name he thought up. Fine Mr. Fass replied telling Gianni
he would have the slave cleaned up and taken to her room for him.



Gianni then shocked Mr. Fass again by asking him if he had a mask
or something Gianni could wear. Mr. Fass then remembered reading
about the Barones in Gianni's file from the PI he had used to
investigate the contractors he considered for the job and the
unusual request began to make since to the older man. He thought
about it but only briefly it meant nothing to him at all if
Gianni wanted to fuck his friend's wife.  He assured Gianni that
they had a hood that would conceal his identity. As Gianni got up
to prepare Mr. Fass told him "I'm sure you'll find Mrs. Barone a
more than fulfilling slave my friend." He saw the look cross
Gianni's face at the mention of her name and knew he was right.



Part 11



Mr. Fass had called over a female employee and given her some
instructions. She had constantly asked Mr. Fass this or that as
the two men enjoyed their drinks but now she was returning every
few minutes to speak to him.



Gianni had some time to wait for his slave; Debra had just began
her time on the table and had over forty minutes left in the
swing. Telling him the wait Mr. Fass offered to get him ready.



"So tell me, this is your first visit to a dungeon isn't it my
friend?" he asked holding his glass of liquor.



"Yea it sure is. Thanks, thanks so much for giving me this job
and allowing me to well you know." He said.



"What enjoy the pleasures of my slaves?" He said eliciting a nod
from Gianni. "Well my friend, think nothing of it. I am a man who
appreciates art be it wood, canvas, sculpture or a woman's body.
I believe art should be enjoyed experienced, not just looked at
but enjoyed. Art is something that you draw pleasure from. How
does one draw pleasure from a female body? The answer my friend
is in anyway that you find pleasure, physically, psychologically,
emotionally and most importantly sexually." Mr. Fass said sipping
his drink as he watched table sixes activities. The young Mrs.
Barone had gathered quite a crowd. New slaves where usually
sampled by most masters when they worked the tables and once word
went out that Mr. Fass was going to pull a slave everyone wanted
a piece, today was no different.



The dungeon was like anywhere else in the world, take the most
average looking woman put her on the floor no one seems
interested. But when word goes out that there is something
special about her or that Mr. Fass has some special plans for her
and suddenly she becomes the most wanted girl in the dungeon.



Debra Barone was now the most popular girl on the floor. The line
of Masters waiting for her had grown to over ten men waiting for
both her mouth and ass. Her name had leaked out somehow since
when Mr. Fass had ordered her to be prepped and sent to his
private room once she finished her time on the table.



Not surprisingly to him word of her almost celebrity husband had
circulated around the room. Adding to her mystic was the fact she
had been brought in by a master other than her husband. It was
not unusual for a husband to submit his wife/slave to be used at
the club, but no one had ever heard of a married woman brought in
by someone else before.



Now Mrs. Barone had been pre-booked for her next five cycles. Mr.
Fass loved it when things like that got out, as he could make ten
times more money off an in demand slave that others were willing
to pay extra to pre-book.



A master was free to pull any slave out of a cabinet for his
pleasure and to do so was covered under the membership fee.
However this was done on a first come first serve basis. To
ensure you got time with the slave you wanted you could pre-book
a slave for a substantial fee. To add to her popularity everyone
knew she was only there for a few days adding to the demand for
time with the abused young mother.



Debra's scheduled break cycles had been ordered canceled by Mr.
Fass as demand for her continued to grow. Any doubt's about his
investment in this slave now gone from his mind, he looked to
capitalize on her sudden popularity,



Unfortunately for Debra when a man paid that much to spend time
with a women they where usually determined to get there moneys
worth for it. Poor Debra Barone would soon find out what darkness
lived in the hearts of men.



"Would you like some advise Gianni?" he asked.



"Yes of course." Gianni responded.



"Good, Gianni there is no greater feeling than that of total
dominance over a beautiful woman. People may say you're a pig, an
animal, a sadist. I say let them speak. They have never
experienced an orgasm as you subject a slave to you darkest
whims." He said with a huge smile on his face, as he lit a fine
cigar.



Mr. Fass lead Gianni to his private dungeon, once there he fired
up the monitor and with a phone call and few hushed words Debra's
tortured face appeared on the screen. The angle then changed and
zoomed out showing the men gathered there to use her and the two
who currently were.



The camera focused in as someone positioned a small padded bench
under where Debra swung from. The Master using her cunt then
pulled free of her, the camera zoomed in to show the thick
streams of semen now running from her cunt.



Next the camera zoomed out showing a man sporting a large
erection sliding along the off centered bench. Next the man on
the bench began to work his rigid cock into Debra's ass. He used
the free flowing cum to help lubricate his insertion into her
anus. The camera had zoomed in capturing every inch of his cock
splitting her ass open. It zoomed out to show she was still being
forced to suck on cock while taking the massive cock in her ass.



The Master now in her ass had begun a pace of sawing into her. As
he established his tempo another man stepped up and carefully
worked his cock into her cunt, making sure not to dislodge the
penis now in her ass. As the men worked together to establish a
tempo the man below her reached out and grabbing her breast used
them to swing her back and forth on their cocks.



Gianni's eyes had been fixed on the screen the entire time. He
was in a trance like state as he watched this woman he thought he
knew now filled with three cocks and a line more waiting their
turn. Debra's face showed her pain and humiliation, Gianni began
to wonder what it that had brought her to this point was.



Debra had been one of the most secure confident women he had ever
met. As he thought back over everything he knew of her he
couldn't imagine her in a place like this. She had been a little
wilder in her younger days; at least Ray said she had. But she
had been one of the most stable well balanced people he knew. To
see her as she was now was shocking to Gianni. Why would she be
doing this? No way had Ray known he would never allow anything
like this, hell Gianni couldn't even get him to go to a strip
club. No way would he allow his wife to work a dungeon like this.



Gianni's jaw dropped as the camera zoomed in showing the semen
being forced out of her cunt with each thrust of the dick pushing
in. She had been stuffed full of cum and it was now forced out to
make room for even more. Her face was covered in cum as well,
with white fluid dripping from her lips and splattered across her
once proud face.





Debra Barone swung back and forth again for the third time in a
row having three cocks shoved into her body's orifices. The cock
in her ass causing the most pain, but the cock stuffed down her
throat hair tickling her nose was definitely the one on her mind
at the time. She hated when his cock was stuffed all the way in
her mouth and he allowed his balls to cover over her nose. The
hair tickled her nose making her want to sneeze but the dick down
her throat made that all but impossible.



She was beside herself, this was the worst thing she had ever
imagined she could no longer see and end to her torture. She had
done this all to protect her family, to protect her children, her
husband. But how could she ever go back to Ray, she had sworn her
faithfulness to him but here she was with all these men. She had
tried to convince herself she hadn't been unfaithful to him, she
had been forced to do the things she had done. But now lying here
being used as she was it just didn't matter anymore. She could
call it anything she wanted but now matter how she looked at it
she was nothing but a common whore.



She had hated every moment of her ordeal; she hated herself for
ever allowing any of it to happen in the first place. She should
have refused to do anything from the beginning, at the least she
should have got money from her father and just insisted on paying
them off. But she had foolishly gone into it thinking she could
control it, handle it. She couldn't though and she should have
known that. Why had she ever gone back the second time she now
told herself that although she denied it at the time she knew
where this would end up, and instead of doing what she could to
stop it she let it go on. If she had just been honest with Ray
from the beginning he might have understood.



He would have believed her even if they had released the tapes
from her college days, he would understand. She had been drugged,
raped. Sure she had allowed her old boyfriend to take the nude
photos of her, but the rest had been done to her without her
knowledge or permission. Sure she received a lot of grief over
the Mardi Gra photo's from Ray and his folks but, anything would
have been better than this.



She had already begun to worry that maybe she was being strung
along. Maybe she would never be freed. What if she spent the rest
of her life in this hell? She had found no signs of anyone
sympathetic to her plight in this dungeon. Then again could she
ever go back home and face her husband after all the whoring she
had done. How could she ever allow him to touch her again after
having let these things being done to her? What if this master
was wrong what if someone here was clean, what if the did have a
STD she could have AIDS or who knows what no one in this place
had used a condom.



She hadn't had time to worry about getting pregnant she had far
to many other things on her mind, but what if she had gotten
pregnant how could she explain it to Ray, sure the used the
sponge and she could have gotten pregnant by Ray even with a
sponge but what if the child turned out half black or Asian. What
ifs her mind was full of them "What if this" "What if that" all
she could do was think about the what ifs.



She swallowed hard as yet another load of semen was shot down her
throat. Again she had tried no to swallow the vile liquid but
what choice did she have, when his cock was so far down her
throat. She felt her muscles tense as her body reacted to another
injection of sperm fired into her ass. The cock buried deep
inside her having stopped its pounding. Finally she felt the jerk
in her cunt begin to empty into her well filled womb. She sighed
with great relief as finally the cocks impaling her finally
withdrew.



She took three more in her cunt before she had finally been
released from the swing. She was given a more thorough cleaning
than usually as her body was scrubbed cleaned, douched, given an
enema. Allowed to brush her teeth shower and then given an
elegant white corset to put on. The corset was stringed in the
back instead of the zipper like her others had been. The garter
she was given was thinner than the others and her thin stockings
did make her look pretty good she thought to herself.



It seemed that as much attention was given to her makeup as when
she had been put on display in the Masters office. When she
finally was lead from the room she was taken to a large unlabeled
door instead of Room 37 or her cabinet. Several Masters had
pinched or groped her ass as she was lead across the floor.



She was directed into the room by the employee who had escorted
her there. The room she entered was completely dark. As soon as
the door closed leaving her in complete darkness there was a loud
click and suddenly a bright light eliminated her position in a
bright circle. Before her eyes could adjust to the blinding light
her arms were grabbed harshly and she was forced over a padded
leather horse. She was secured to the horse in only seconds.



She lay straddling the horse unsure what to expect but scared to
death of what to expect.



Gianni watched from his elevated position above her. He glanced
down at the monitor observing the close up of her scared face.
She was horrified, he could see it in her eyes, she was also so
beautiful. He had never seen Debra look so good before in his
life.



"Brand her" Mr. Fass said loudly.



"What?" Debra yelled in shock. She started to protest but the
wooden bit slipped in her mouth stopped her in her tracks.



She felt the cold alcohol rubbed over the left cheek of her ass.
Gianni watched in an enthralled state as a black light went on
behind Debra's ass as a hooded figure wheeled up behind her on a
small stool holding a tattoo gun in his hand.



Debra's eyes shot open and tears began to fall as the needle
began marking her skin with its ink. She had no idea what was
being tattooed on her ass but there would be no hiding this from
Ray.



Gianni stared into the monitor in a surreal trance like state as
he watched the tears streak down Debra's face. Her mascara had
began to run and her pain and sorrow was etched in her eyes as
she thrashed her head from side to side trying to break free of
her bonds. Her struggles where of course futile and restrained as
she was she couldn't even move her ass away from the man now
tattooing it.



He was fascinated by what he was seeing and in a state of shock
all at the same time. His cock grew more rigid with every passing
moment. He was drawn to the sight before him as he gazed on
watching her suffer. She was biting down hard on the wooden bit
now placed in her mouth. The ripples riding across her ass as the
tiny needle of the tattoo gun continued to inject her with its
ink. He watched as her arms would tense and pull up from her
bonds futilely. Her legs cutting into the bar holding the back of
her thighs securely in place, and the arching of her back as she
fought against the strap holding it, trying to lift up off the
table.



The process took almost and hour but when it was done Debra was
more physically drained than she had been all week long. The
injection of the stimulant in her ass went unnoticed by the
battered woman as it was just another of the hundreds of needle
pricks that had now assaulted her rump. She couldn't figure out
what was being tattooed on her ass. Her mind had tried to piece
together from the movement of the needle just what was being
inked into her skin but it was an impossible task, only in her
imagination could she come up with thoughts. "Slut" "Whore" some
other foul words to describe her current activities. "Put it
here" "Well used" some other insulting comment. No matter what it
was her life was over. How could she explain it to Ray he would
leave her for good, no chance of saving her marriage or family
now.



The tattoo had finally been finished when the man seated at her
ass coated it lightly with Vaseline before wheeling away. He was
no sooner gone than one of the girls who had done her makeup so
many times earlier had entered and begun to cleanup Debra's now
streaked face. As she worked to touch up Debra appearance Gianni
was taken and fitted into a leather hood.



Gianni approached Debra who had been left tied to the table for
his pleasure. She was tied before him as he had only imagined
could ever be possible. He was now just moments away from
fulfilling one of his darkest fantasies. He would now take his
friends wife, he would use her as savagely as she had ever been
used before. He would give her something to remember. He had to
make it last, he would have this moment on film to savor forever,
but now he had to make it last.



He had been shown all the devices available for his use but he
needed none of them. He had already asked about what was
acceptable and been told there where no rules for this session.
He felt only the smallest tinge of guilt as he circled her,
admiring her bound form. She was beautiful he thought as he took
note of the glowing letters now inked into her ass. "F SLAVE"
blazed in two inch letters across her tender ass. As he stepped
in front of the black light he noticed her tattoo disappeared,
obviously she had been tattooed with some sort of black light ink
he thought.



Slowly he ran his hand across her body starting at her neck then
moving down her back. Snapping at the tight leather strap and
then her garter he moved down her body. His fingers moved in
circles around her ass then down the back of her thigh where it
stopped, he pulled his hand up removing the medal pin holding the
wood brace at the back of her legs. The wooden bar fell to the
ground first, followed seconds later by the clanging of the medal
pin on the floor. Finally the pressure on the back of her thighs
had been released ushering a great huff of relief from her still
gagged mouth. The sounds made by Debra moved around the silent
room as she waited for what would happen next.



The leather strap across her back constricted then fell away as
Gianni undid the restraint from its buckle. The release was again
followed by another relieved huff from Debra. Finally he undid
the knot in the leather string holding her wooden bit in place.
She opened her mouth allowing the wooden bit that had been used
to gag her to fall to the floor below her head. She gulped in
several large gulps of air before she began a fit of coughing.
She had her eyes closed as she coughed and was only stopped by
the hand moving over the lines of her face. He finally moved his
hand to her chin and pulled her head up so she looked him in the
face. He looked in her eyes and revealed in the feeling of
control and power over her. She had always been so commanding,
demanding, always in charge. Gianni had to admit he too would
jump when she went into one of her tirades against Ray and his
friends. Gianni had found himself the receiptiant of her
condescending glare more times than he cared to admit. She had
been so high and mighty, so holier than thou to him so many
times. This control, this feeling of complete and total
domination over her, he enjoyed it.



He dropped his trousers to the floor with his free hand still
holding her chin with his other arm. His cock stood free an erect
he had always wanted to do this he thought as he pressed his
penis to her lips. She took his member instantly without even the
slightest resistance. She allowed him to stuff his erect phallus
down her throat fearful of offending a master and having to spend
any time in the circle. She watched him gaze contently into her
eyes as he stroked in and out of her mouth. This went on for
several minutes before he moved his cock from her mouth and
circled around her body. He slid his saliva coated cock across
both cheecks of her ass before he began to force it into her anal
passage.



He made sure of his position by prying the cheeks of her butt
apart before forcing his cock past her sphincter. She whimpered
as he slid into her ass. Her grief brought him more pleasure and
his thrust grew more forceful the more hurt she sounded. He had
soon worked himself into a fevered pace of ramming his cock into
her ass. He reached forward and gripping his hand into her hair
her pulled her head back ripping the hair from her scalp. Her
screams of pain and despair echoed through the chamber as he held
her head up and back as he rammed into her already abused ass.



Gianni was living his dream, and it was good he thought as he
pulsed into her sphincter. He had never been so sexually
satisfied as he was at this moment as he felt his seed spray deep
into her bowels. He loved this control this power it was more
than he could have dreamed of.



He finally pulled from her ass and stood back to admire his work.
He stared at his semen as it seeped from her sphincters still
stretched hole and down her rump. He had just fucked Debra Barone
in the ass and he'd have the tape to prove it, he thought to
himself with glee. He had revealed in the moment long enough he
thought and began to free her from her bonds.



He had finally helped her from the table and led her to the bed.
Standing in front of the bed he spun her around, and in a quick
fluid movement ripped the corset from her body. The action had
taken Debra by surprise and she gasped in shock by the brutality
of his actions. He next pushed her down on the bed forcefully, he
was on top of her in and instant. He wanted so badly to tell her
who he was and what he was going to do to her but kept silent.

He attacked her breast taking note of the navel ring she now
sported.



He couldn't help but think she looked thinner and better with the
darker tan. He sucked her nipples deep into his mouth and nipped
them delicately between his teeth. He played with her breast and
his tongue and his fingers probed the folds of her cunt. She
moaned and squeaked under his tinkerings as he continued to
explore and enjoy her body. He was struck with how much better
she looked here in the nude than even what he had imagined she
would. Ray was sure one lucky bastard he thought in one moment,
only too then think about what a slut she was and changing his
mind.



His cock had grown rigid now as he explored her body and he slid
his body against her. Soon he was thrusting his cock into her
cunt. He stayed on top of her for several minutes before grabbing
her by the hips and rolling her on top of him. She was bounced on
top of his body as he groped her chest gleefully. As his climax
grew closer his hands found there way to her neck. He began at
first a gentle playful almost choke. But as he grew more exited
his grip grew stronger soon she was pulling at his hands unable
to breath. By the time he climaxed inside her she was bright red
in the face the blood in her brain trapped by his choke hold on
her neck. He tightened his grip as he savored every jet of seed
filling her cunt. She had all but passed out when he finally
released his grip on her neck.



Gianni glanced at his watch he had only spent thirty five minutes
with the slave he had given so much to be with he glanced over
seeing the video camera still recording every moment of his
triumph. He grabbed a handful of breast and pushed her off him
forcefully, He quickly went to the wall and lowered the chains
holding the large ornate X from the ceiling he brought it to an
inch of the floor and returned to the bed. Taking hold of a
handful of Debra's red hair he pulled her from the bed. He pushed
the poor woman against the frame and strapped the leather belt
around her waist.



He looked into her glazed eyes as he tried to work out a plan in
his mind as to what to do next. He took hold of her wrist and
pulled it to the frame, chaining it in place. He moved to he next
wrist and chained its cuff to the frame while staring at her
chest. Standing strap up as she was her breast seemed large and
firm. He would need some time to prepare himself for his next
endeavor with the young mother so time was not an issue. He moved
to the ankle next chaining each cuff to the frame as well. After
finishing with the second ankle his hand moved up her hose
covered leg, up her thigh and stopping at her crotch. He felt his
fluids mixed with hers now covering this finger and palm.



He pulled his hand away and wiped it in her hair as he moved to
the closet. He returned to her with two small clamps in his hand
he reached out and pinched her nipples several times trying to
stimulate the exposed skin. She whimpered in response to his
torturous touch regaining her senses after almost being choked
out. He opened the first metal clamp and moved it to her breast.



When the clamp closed over her nipple she let out a bloody scream
of pain. He was shocked by the reaction but it in no way deterred
him from slipping the second clamp on her other nipple. The
second wail of her scream was even more chilling than the first.
He looked into her now wide open eyes with a feeling of sense as
she wailed in pain. He returned to the closet and came back with
a pair of chains and weights.



He waited till her howls of pain subsided to cries and whimpers
before clamping the first weight on her left breast clamp. The
added device renewed her screams and she continued bucking to
free herself of the painful device. Again he waited till she had
calmed a little before applying the second. He returned to the
closet as she screamed in pain.



He found another device of interest,  and returned to Debra's
side. He rotated the X til she was now upside down on the beams.
He hair now dangling she felt him rub against her cunt.



Part 12

Gianni stared into the monitor in a surreal trance like state as
he watched the tears streak down Debra's face. Her mascara had
began to run, and her pain and sorrow was etched in her eyes, as
she thrashed her head from side to side trying to break free of
her bonds. Her struggles where of course futile, and restrained
as she was she couldn't even move her ass away from the man now
tattooing it.

He was fascinated by what he was seeing, and in a state of shock,
all at the same time. His cock grew more rigid with every passing
moment. He was drawn to the sight before him, as he gazed on,
watching her suffer. She was biting down hard on the wooden bit
that was now in her mouth. The ripples riding across her ass, as
the tiny needle of the tattoo gun continued to inject her with
its ink. He watched as her arms would tense and pull up from her
bonds futilely. Her legs cut into the bar holding the back of her
thighs securely in place, and her back arched, as she fought
against the strap holding it in place, trying to lift herself up
off of the table.

The process took almost and hour, but when it was done Debra was
more physically drained than she had been all week long. The
injection of the stimulant in her ass had gone unnoticed by the
tortured woman, as it was just another couple, of the hundreds of
needle pricks, that had now assaulted her rump. She couldn't
figure out what was being tattooed on her ass. Her mind had tried
to piece it together, from the movement of the needle, just what
was being written into her skin, but it was an impossible task,
only in her imagination could she come up with thoughts. "Slut"
"Whore" and some other foul words to describe her current
activities, or "Put it here" "Well used" or some other insulting
comment. No matter what it was, her life, as it had been, was
over. How could she ever explain the tattoo to Ray? He would
leave her for good, now there was no chance of saving her
marriage or family.

The tattoo was finally finished, when the man, seated behind her
ass, coated it lightly with Vaseline, before wheeling away his
machine. He was no sooner gone, than one of the girls who had
done her makeup so many times earlier, had entered and begun to
cleanup her now streaked face. As she worked to touch up Debra's
appearance, Gianni was taken and fitted into a leather hood.

Gianni approached Debra, who had been left tied to the table for
his pleasure. She was tied down before him, as he had only
imagined could ever be possible. He was now just moments away
from fulfilling one of his darkest fantasies. He would now take
his friends wife, and would use her as savagely as she had ever
been used before. He would give her something to remember. He had
to make it last. While he would have this moment with her to
savor forever on film, he nevertheless wanted to make it last as
long as possible.

He had been shown all the devices available for his use, and how
they worked, but he needed none of them. He had already asked
about what was acceptable, and been told there were no rules for
this session. He felt only the smallest tinge of guilt, as he
circled her, admiring her bound form. She was beautiful he
thought, as he took note of the glowing letters now inked into
her ass. "F SLAVE" blazed in two inch high letters, in bright
red, across her tender ass. As he stepped in front of the black
light, he noticed her tattoo disappeared, obviously she had been
tattooed with some sort of black light  ink he realized, and
laughed to himself, knowing that she wouldn't know that.

Slowly, he ran his hand across her body, starting at her neck,
and then moving down her back. Snapping the tight leather strap
over her waist, and then her garters he continued moving down her
body. His fingers moved in circles around her ass, then down the
back of her thighs, where he stopped. He pulled his hand up,
removing the metal pin holding the wood brace at the back of her
legs. The wooden bar fell to the ground first, followed seconds
later by the clanging of the metal pin on the floor. Finally the
pressure on the back of her thighs had been released, ushering a
great huff of relief from her still gagged mouth. The sounds that
she made echoed around the silent room, as she waited for what
would happen to her next.

The leather strap across her back constricted, and then fell
away, as Gianni undid the restraint from its buckle. The release
was again followed by another relieved huff from the bound woman.
Finally he undid the knot in the leather string holding the
wooden bit in her mouth. She opened her mouth, allowing the bit
that had been used to gag her, to fall to the floor below her
head. She gulped in several large gulps of air, before she began
a fit of coughing. She had her eyes closed as she coughed, and
was only stopped by the hand moving over the lines of her face.

He finally moved his hand to her chin and pulled her head up, so
that she looked him in the eyes. As he looked into her eyes, and
he revealed the feeling of control and power over her. She had
always been so commanding, demanding, and always in charge, but
now she was his, to do with as he pleased. Gianni had to admit
that he too would jump, when she went into one of her tirades
against Ray and his friends. Gianni had found himself the
recipient of her condescending glare more times than he cared to
admit. She had been so high and mighty, so holier than thou to
him so many times. He was going to enjoy this control, this
feeling of complete and total domination over her.

He dropped his trousers to the floor, with his free hand still
holding her chin, with his other arm. His cock stuck out free an
erect, he had always wanted to do this, he thought, as he pressed
his prick to her lips. She took his cock instantly into her
mouth, without even the slightest resistance or hesitation. She
allowed him to stuff his erect dick down her throat, fearful of
offending a master, and having to spend time in the circle. She
watched him gaze contentedly into her eyes, as he stroked his
prick in and out of her mouth. This went on for several minutes,
before he pulled his cock from her mouth, and circled around her
body. He slid his saliva slickened cock across both cheeks of her
ass, before he began to force it into her anal passage.

He made sure of his position, by prying the cheeks of her butt
apart, before forcing his cock past her sphincter. She whimpered,
as he pressed his cock into her ass. Her pain from his entry into
his tightest, and formerly most private of orifices, brought him
even more pleasure, and his thrusts grew more forceful, the more
pained she sounded. He had soon worked himself into a fevered
pace, as he rammed his cock into her ass. He reached forward and
gripped his hand into her hair, pulling her head back, and
ripping some of the hair from her scalp. Her screams of pain and
despair echoed throughout the chamber, as he held her head up and
back, while he rammed his slightly longer than average, and much
thicker than average cock into her already abused ass.

Gianni was living out his fantasy, and it was even better than he
had imagined, as his cum pulsed into her sphincter. He had never
been so sexually satisfied as he was at this moment, as he felt
his seed spraying deep into her bowels. He loved this control
over her. This kind of power over a woman, was more than he had
ever dreamed of having in his best fantasies.

He finally pulled out of her ass, and stood back to admire his
work. He stared as her butt, as his semen seeped out of her still
stretched hole, and down her rump. He had just fucked Debra
Barone in the ass, and he'd have the tape to prove it, he thought
to himself with glee. He reveled in the moment long enough he
thought, and began to free her from her bonds.

He finally helped her up from the table, and led her back over to
the bed. Standing in front of the bed, he spun her around, and in
a quick fluid movement ripped the corset from her body. The
action had taken Debra by surprise, and she gasped in shock, at
the brutality of his actions. He next pushed her down onto the
bed forcefully, and he was on top of her in an instant. He wanted
so badly to tell her who he was, and what he was going to do to
her, but kept silent. He attacked her tits, taking note of the
navel ring that she now sported.

He couldn't help but to think that she looked thinner, and better
with the darker tan. He sucked her nipples deep into his mouth,
and nipped them delicately between his teeth. He played with her
tits, while his tongue and his fingers probed the folds of her
cunt. She moaned and squeaked, under his manipulations, as he
continued to explore and enjoy her body. He was struck with how
much better she looked here in the nude, than even what he had
imagined she would look like. Ray was sure one lucky bastard, he
thought, only to then think about what a slut she was, and
changed his mind.

His cock had grown rigid again, as he explored her body, and he
slid his body against hers. Soon he was thrusting his cock into
her cunt. He stayed on top of her for several minutes, before
grabbing her by the hips, and rolling her over on top of him. She
bounced on top of his body, riding his cock, as he groped her
chest gleefully. As his climax grew closer, his hands found their
way to her neck. He began, at first, a gentle, playful, almost
choking of her, but as he grew more exited, his grip on her neck
grew stronger, and soon she was pulling at his hands, unable to
breath. By the time he climaxed inside of her, she was a very
bright red in her face, the blood to her brain trapped by his
choke hold on her neck. He tightened his grip, as he savored
every jet of his seed, filling her cunt. She had all but passed
out, when he finally released his grip on her neck.

Gianni glanced at his watch, he had only spent thirty five
minutes with the slave he had given up so much to be with. He
glanced over, seeing the video camera still recording every
moment of his triumph. He grabbed a handful of tit, and pushed
her off of him forcefully, He quickly went to the wall, and
lowered the chains holding the large ornate "X" from the ceiling.
He brought it down to hang an inch off of the floor, and returned
to the bed. Taking hold of a handful of her red hair, he pulled
her from the bed. He drug her crying and scared to the wooden
bars. He pushed the poor woman up against the frame, and strapped
the leather belt around her waist.

He looked into her glazed eyes, as he tried to work out a plan in
his mind, as to what to do with her next. He took a hold of her
wrist, and pulled it to the frame, cuffing it into place. He
moved on to her other wrist. and chained its cuff to the frame,
while staring at her chest. Standing straight up as she was, her
tits seemed larger and firmer than he had ever imagined that they
would be. He would need some time to prepare himself for his next
endeavor with the young mother, so time was not an issue.

He moved to the ankles next, chaining each cuff to the frame as
well. After finishing with the second ankle, his hand moved up
her hose covered leg, up her thigh, and stopping at her crotch.
He felt his fluids mixed with hers now covering his finger and
palm. He pulled his hand away, and wiped it in her hair, as he
moved to the closet. He returned to her with two small clamps in
his hand. He reached out and pinched her nipples several times,
trying to stimulate the exposed skin. She whimpered, in response
to his torturous touch regaining her senses after almost being
choked to death. He opened the first metal clamp and moved it up
to her breast.

When the clamp closed over her nipple, she let out a blood
curdling scream of pain. He was shocked by the reaction, but it
in no way deterred him from slipping the second clamp onto her
other nipple. Her second wail of agony was even more chilling
than the first.

He looked into her now wide open eyes with a feeling of
satisfaction, as she wailed in pain. He returned to the closet
and came back with a pair of chains and weights. He waited until
her howls of pain subsided to mere cries and whimpers, before
clipping the first weight onto her left nipple clamp. The added
weight on the device renewed her screams of pain, and caused her
to buck around wildly, in a vain attempt to free herself of the
painful device. Again, he waited until she had calmed down a
little bit, before applying the second weight. He returned to the
closet as she screamed in pain.

He found another device of interest, and returned to Debra's
side. He rotated the "X", until she was now upside down on the
beams. He hair was now dangling, as she looked down in
immeasurable pain, seeing the chains and weights pulling her
nipples down towards the floor. She felt him rub her cunt,
drawing her attention away from her abused chest. She moaned in
despair, as she felt the massive head of a dildo press into her
pussy. She hadn't seen the thirty-six inch length of the double
dong that was now being shoved into her cunt forcefully. With
just over 10 inches of the massive dildo forced into her cunt,
Gianni had bottomed out. He was disappointed with the long length
of the dildo still outside of her body, and began working the
rubber phallus back and forth inside of her.

After ten minutes of working the dildo in and out of her, he had
only worked an additional half inch into her body. He confirmed
this failure by retrieving a small tape measure from his
disheveled pants, and measuring his work. Disappointed with the
results of his efforts, he returned to the closet, and began
rummaging through it, leaving over twenty five inches of the
dildo sticking out between her legs.

Debra was initially relieved that he had finally stopped trying
to shove more of the rubber phallus into her pussy, and looked
down (up) her body in amazement, as she saw how much of the
rubber dick was sticking up between her legs.

Her newest tormentor returned from the closet with two thin metal
ring like devices. Gianni pulled up a stool, and sat down next to
poor Debra. Reaching down, he pulled the metal ring open. He
pulled it around her already tortured left tit. He then pressed
the sides of the ring closed around the base of her large
grapefruit sized breast, squeezing her tit tightly at its base,
and causing it to balloon out from the half inch wide ring.

Again she screamed out in agony, her voice getting hoarse from
her constant wails. She stared in horror, as he placed the second
ring over her other tit. She was already in excruciating pain,
and it was just beginning. The stimulant that she had been given
had already taken affect, and she felt like her heart was about
to explode in her chest. She began whimpering about having a
heart attack, between her screams of pain, but her torturer
didn't seem to hear her, or he didn't care, if he had heard her.
She thought she was going to die, as she watched her breast turn
a bright red, then a darker red, and finally to a purplish color,
as the blood was trapped inside of them by the rings.

Gianni then turned his attentions to her crotch, as he grabbed
the end of the flailing flexible dildo, and began to work it into
her ass. He shoved inch after inch of the tool into her tight
hole, before he began pistoning both sides in and out of her
body. He had already toned out any screams or objections that
Debra might be yelling, and was now gingerly working it in and
out of each of her holes.

Finally bored with the dildo he again returned to the closet, and
found what he was looking for. He approached he face, and
stroking his cock in one hand, and held the whip in the other.

"What's your name?" he asked in his deepest voice.

Debra hesitated several seconds before saying, "Linda, Linda
Parkers... Eh ville." she replied.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Her heart stood still in her chest from the
pain, as he landed three swats on he swollen chest, with the
small paddle like whip.

"Don't you fucking lie to me!" Gianni screamed "I want your real
name Bitch!" he snapped.

"Debra! Debra Whalen, OK!" she screamed in pain.

"NO! It isn't, is it?" he bellowed.

Smack! Smack! came the gratifying sound of the whip making
contact with her naked, bound breasts.

"BARONE! OK, IT'S DEBRA BARONE! PLEASE STOP! I'M DYING! PLEASE!"
she screamed, as he again smacked her breast with the whip.

Part 12

Gianni stared into the monitor in a surreal trance like state as
he watched the tears streak down Debra's face. Her mascara had
began to run, and her pain and sorrow was etched in her eyes, as
she thrashed her head from side to side trying to break free of
her bonds. Her struggles where of course futile, and restrained
as she was she couldn't even move her ass away from the man now
tattooing it.

He was fascinated by what he was seeing, and in a state of shock,
all at the same time. His cock grew more rigid with every passing
moment. He was drawn to the sight before him, as he gazed on,
watching her suffer. She was biting down hard on the wooden bit
that was now in her mouth. The ripples riding across her ass, as
the tiny needle of the tattoo gun continued to inject her with
its ink. He watched as her arms would tense and pull up from her
bonds futilely. Her legs cut into the bar holding the back of her
thighs securely in place, and her back arched, as she fought
against the strap holding it in place, trying to lift herself up
off of the table.

The process took almost and hour, but when it was done Debra was
more physically drained than she had been all week long. The
injection of the stimulant in her ass had gone unnoticed by the
tortured woman, as it was just another couple, of the hundreds of
needle pricks, that had now assaulted her rump. She couldn't
figure out what was being tattooed on her ass. Her mind had tried
to piece it together, from the movement of the needle, just what
was being written into her skin, but it was an impossible task,
only in her imagination could she come up with thoughts. "Slut"
"Whore" and some other foul words to describe her current
activities, or "Put it here" "Well used" or some other insulting
comment. No matter what it was, her life, as it had been, was
over. How could she ever explain the tattoo to Ray? He would
leave her for good, now there was no chance of saving her
marriage or family.

The tattoo was finally finished, when the man, seated behind her
ass, coated it lightly with Vaseline, before wheeling away his
machine. He was no sooner gone, than one of the girls who had
done her makeup so many times earlier, had entered and begun to
cleanup her now streaked face. As she worked to touch up Debra's
appearance, Gianni was taken and fitted into a leather hood.

Gianni approached Debra, who had been left tied to the table for
his pleasure. She was tied down before him, as he had only
imagined could ever be possible. He was now just moments away
from fulfilling one of his darkest fantasies. He would now take
his friends wife, and would use her as savagely as she had ever
been used before. He would give her something to remember. He had
to make it last. While he would have this moment with her to
savor forever on film, he nevertheless wanted to make it last as
long as possible.

He had been shown all the devices available for his use, and how
they worked, but he needed none of them. He had already asked
about what was acceptable, and been told there were no rules for
this session. He felt only the smallest tinge of guilt, as he
circled her, admiring her bound form. She was beautiful he
thought, as he took note of the glowing letters now inked into
her ass. "F SLAVE" blazed in two inch high letters, in bright
red, across her tender ass. As he stepped in front of the black
light, he noticed her tattoo disappeared, obviously she had been
tattooed with some sort of black light ink he  ealized, and
laughed to himself, knowing that she wouldn't know that.

Slowly, he ran his hand across her body, starting at her neck,
and then moving down her back. Snapping the tight leather strap
over her waist, and then her garters he continued moving down her
body. His fingers moved in circles around her ass, then down the
back of her thighs, where he stopped. He pulled his hand up,
removing the metal pin holding the wood brace at the back of her
legs. The wooden bar fell to the ground first, followed seconds
later by the clanging of the metal pin on the floor. Finally the
pressure on the back of her thighs had been released, ushering a
great huff of relief from her still gagged mouth. The sounds that
she made echoed around the silent room, as she waited for what
would happen to her next.

The leather strap across her back constricted, and then fell
away, as Gianni undid the restraint from its buckle. The release
was again followed by another relieved huff from the bound woman.
Finally he undid the knot in the leather string holding the
wooden bit in her mouth. She opened her mouth, allowing the bit
that had been used to gag her, to fall to the floor below her
head. She gulped in several large gulps of air, before she began
a fit of coughing. She had her eyes closed as she coughed, and
was only stopped by the hand moving over the lines of her face.

He finally moved his hand to her chin and pulled her head up, so
that she looked him in the eyes. As he looked into her eyes, and
he revealed the feeling of control and power over her. She had
always been so commanding, demanding, and always in charge, but
now she was his, to do with as he pleased. Gianni had to admit
that he too would jump, when she went into one of her tirades
against Ray and his friends. Gianni had found himself the
recipient of her condescending glare more times than he cared to
admit. She had been so high and mighty, so holier than thou to
him so many times. He was going to enjoy this control, this
feeling of complete and total domination over her.

He dropped his trousers to the floor, with his free hand still
holding her chin, with his other arm. His cock stuck out free an
erect, he had always wanted to do this, he thought, as he pressed
his prick to her lips. She took his cock instantly into her
mouth, without even the slightest resistance or hesitation. She
allowed him to stuff his erect dick down her throat, fearful of
offending a master, and having to spend time in the circle. She
watched him gaze contentedly into her eyes, as he stroked his
prick in and out of her mouth. This went on for several minutes,
before he pulled his cock from her mouth, and circled around her
body. He slid his saliva slickened cock across both cheeks of her
ass, before he began to force it into her anal passage.

He made sure of his position, by prying the cheeks of her butt
apart, before forcing his cock past her sphincter. She whimpered,
as he pressed his cock into her ass. Her pain from his entry into
his tightest, and formerly most private of orifices, brought him
even more pleasure, and his thrusts grew more forceful, the more
pained she sounded. He had soon worked himself into a fevered
pace, as he rammed his cock into her ass. He reached forward and
gripped his hand into her hair, pulling her head back, and
ripping some of the hair from her scalp. Her screams of pain and
despair echoed throughout the chamber, as he held her head up and
back, while he rammed his slightly longer than average, and much
thicker than average cock into her already abused ass.

Gianni was living out his fantasy, and it was even better than he
had imagined, as his cum pulsed into her sphincter. He had never
been so sexually satisfied as he was at this moment, as he felt
his seed spraying deep into her bowels. He loved this control
over her. This kind of power over a woman, was more than he had
ever dreamed of having in his best fantasies.

He finally pulled out of her ass, and stood back to admire his
work. He stared as her butt, as his semen seeped out of her still
stretched hole, and down her rump. He had just fucked Debra
Barone in the ass, and he'd have the tape to prove it, he thought
to himself with glee. He reveled in the moment long enough he
thought, and began to free her from her bonds.

He finally helped her up from the table, and led her back over to
the bed. Standing in front of the bed, he spun her around, and in
a quick fluid movement ripped the corset from her body. The
action had taken Debra by surprise, and she gasped in shock, at
the brutality of his actions. He next pushed her down onto the
bed forcefully, and he was on top of her in an instant. He wanted
so badly to tell her who he was, and what he was going to do to
her, but kept silent. He attacked her tits, taking note of the
navel ring that she now sported.

He couldn't help but to think that she looked thinner, and better
with the darker tan. He sucked her nipples deep into his mouth,
and nipped them delicately between his teeth. He played with her
tits, while his tongue and his fingers probed the folds of her
cunt. She moaned and squeaked, under his manipulations, as he
continued to explore and enjoy her body. He was struck with how
much better she looked here in the nude, than even what he had
imagined she would look like. Ray was sure one lucky bastard, he
thought, only to then think about what a slut she was, and
changed his mind.

His cock had grown rigid again, as he explored her body, and he
slid his body against hers. Soon he was thrusting his cock into
her cunt. He stayed on top of her for several minutes, before
grabbing her by the hips, and rolling her over on top of him. She
bounced on top of his body, riding his cock, as he groped her
chest gleefully. As his climax grew closer, his hands found their
way to her neck. He began, at first, a gentle, playful, almost
choking of her, but as he grew more exited, his grip on her neck
grew stronger, and soon she was pulling at his hands, unable to
breath. By the time he climaxed inside of her, she was a very
bright red in her face, the blood to her brain trapped by his
choke hold on her neck. He tightened his grip, as he savored
every jet of his seed, filling her cunt. She had all but passed
out, when he finally released his grip on her neck.

Gianni glanced at his watch, he had only spent thirty five
minutes with the slave he had given up so much to be with. He
glanced over, seeing the video camera still recording every
moment of his triumph. He grabbed a handful of tit, and pushed
her off of him forcefully, He quickly went to the wall, and
lowered the chains holding the large ornate "X" from the ceiling.
He brought it down to hang an inch off of the floor, and returned
to the bed. Taking hold of a handful of her red hair, he pulled
her from the bed. He drug her crying and scared to the wooden
bars. He pushed the poor woman up against the frame, and strapped
the leather belt around her waist.

He looked into her glazed eyes, as he tried to work out a plan in
his mind, as to what to do with her next. He took a hold of her
wrist, and pulled it to the frame, cuffing it into place. He
moved on to her other wrist. and chained its cuff to the frame,
while staring at her chest. Standing straight up as she was, her
tits seemed larger and firmer than he had ever imagined that they
would be. He would need some time to prepare himself for his next
endeavor with the young mother, so time was not an issue.

He moved to the ankles next, chaining each cuff to the frame as
well. After finishing with the second ankle, his hand moved up
her hose covered leg, up her thigh, and stopping at her crotch.
He felt his fluids mixed with hers now covering his finger and
palm. He pulled his hand away, and wiped it in her hair, as he
moved to the closet. He returned to her with two small clamps in
his hand. He reached out and pinched her nipples several times,
trying to stimulate the exposed skin. She whimpered, in response
to his torturous touch regaining her senses after almost being
choked to death. He opened the first metal clamp and moved it up
to her breast.

When the clamp closed over her nipple, she let out a blood
curdling scream of pain. He was shocked by the reaction, but it
in no way deterred him from slipping the second clamp onto her
other nipple. Her second wail of agony was even more chilling
than the first.

He looked into her now wide open eyes with a feeling of
satisfaction, as she wailed in pain. He returned to the closet
and came back with a pair of chains and weights. He waited until
her howls of pain subsided to mere cries and whimpers, before
clipping the first weight onto her left nipple clamp. The added
weight on the device renewed her screams of pain, and caused her
to buck around wildly, in a vain attempt to free herself of the
painful device. Again, he waited until she had calmed down a
little bit, before applying the second weight. He returned to the
closet as she screamed in pain.

He found another device of interest, and returned to Debra's
side. He rotated the "X", until she was now upside down on the
beams. He hair was now dangling, as she looked down in
immeasurable pain, seeing the chains and weights pulling her
nipples down towards the floor. She felt him rub her cunt,
drawing her attention away from her abused chest. She moaned in
despair, as she felt the massive head of a dildo press into her
pussy. She hadn't seen the thirty-six inch length of the double
dong that was now being shoved into her cunt forcefully. With
just over 10 inches of the massive dildo forced into her cunt,
Gianni had bottomed out. He was disappointed with the long length
of the dildo still outside of her body, and began working the
rubber phallus back and forth inside of her.

After ten minutes of working the dildo in and out of her, he had
only worked an additional half inch into her body. He confirmed
this failure by retrieving a small tape measure from his
disheveled pants, and measuring his work. Disappointed with the
results of his efforts, he returned to the closet, and began
rummaging through it, leaving over twenty five inches of the
dildo sticking out between her legs.

Debra was initially relieved that he had finally stopped trying
to shove more of the rubber phallus into her pussy, and looked
down (up) her body in amazement, as she saw how much of the
rubber dick was sticking up between her legs.

Her newest tormentor returned from the closet with two thin metal
ring like devices. Gianni pulled up a stool, and sat down next to
poor Debra. Reaching down, he pulled the metal ring open. He
pulled it around her already tortured left tit. He then pressed
the sides of the ring closed around the base of her large
grapefruit sized breast, squeezing her tit tightly at its base,
and causing it to balloon out from the half inch wide ring.

Again she screamed out in agony, her voice getting hoarse from
her constant wails. She stared in horror, as he placed the second
ring over her other tit. She was already in excruciating pain,
and it was just beginning. The stimulant that she had been given
had already taken affect, and she felt like her heart was about
to explode in her chest. She began whimpering about having a
heart attack, between her screams of pain, but her torturer
didn't seem to hear her, or he didn't care, if he had heard her.
She thought she was going to die, as she watched her breast turn
a bright red, then a darker red, and finally to a purplish color,
as the blood was trapped inside of them by the rings.

Gianni then turned his attentions to her crotch, as he grabbed
the end of the flailing flexible dildo, and began to work it into
her ass. He shoved inch after inch of the tool into her tight
hole, before he began pistoning both sides in and out of her
body. He had already toned out any screams or objections that
Debra might be yelling, and was now gingerly working it in and
out of each of her holes.

Finally bored with the dildo he again returned to the closet, and
found what he was looking for. He approached he face, and
stroking his cock in one hand, and held the whip in the other.

"What's your name?" he asked in his deepest voice.

Debra hesitated several seconds before saying, "Linda, Linda
Parkers... Eh ville." she replied.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Her heart stood still in her chest from the
pain, as he landed three swats on he swollen chest, with the
small paddle like whip.

"Don't you fucking lie to me!" Gianni screamed "I want your real
name Bitch!" he snapped.

"Debra! Debra Whalen, OK!" she screamed in pain.

"NO! It isn't, is it?" he bellowed.

Smack! Smack! came the gratifying sound of the whip making
contact with her naked, bound breasts.

"BARONE! OK, IT'S DEBRA BARONE! PLEASE STOP! I'M DYING! PLEASE!"
she screamed, as he again smacked her breast with the whip.

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