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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
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 and then chained her into the most bizarre position, before ravaging her,
and then changing her into an even more uncomfortable position, and using a
massive dildo on her ass. Thankfully he had lubricated her, and had been at
least mildly gentle, while forcing the massive rubber phallus into her bowels.
He then placed a blindfold over her eyes, and gagged her. Next he chained her
cuffed ankles to her waist and did the same to her wrists, attaching them behind
her, to her bent back ankles. It was beyond any 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, just when she thought that 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 into words.
But it was just the beginning, not the end. He then raped her again, making
sure that she stayed in position, so that the water, and needle like device
continued to do the worst things to her. He then left her for what seemed like
an eternity, with his seed flowing across her face, as he had finally shot his
second orgasm over her chin, and up her face. She had been left there, with
the torture continuing 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 then
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 the needle,
and was now undoing her wrists 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. 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 scooped her up into his strong arms, and carried her from the room
and back to room 0.
She was cleaned thoroughly again, showered, douched, given an 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 unbeknownst
to Debra, one had been an employee. She 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 was torture standing there. 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 of her time, three of the men wearing silver collars
approached the X, and took turns using her, with each man forcing her to suck
his cock to erection, before raping her cunt. They made comments, as they
defiled her, telling her that 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 her. The new master had quickly looked over
the other three slaves in the cabinets, and then moved his inspection onto 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 came back to her cabinet, and simply opened the door, then
walked to door 37. His torture was mild, compared to that of her first master,
but still being hung upside down from the ceiling, your arms strapped behind
your back in a sleeve, while a man paddles your ass and breasts was no picnic
either. She thought that she would pass out 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, her head forced over to the side, observing the clock on the
wall, counting down the minutes. She took the time to observe the room, much
like the main hall, it too was beautiful, with wood doors and trim, elegant
rugs on the tile floor that 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 was also a smaller set of stocks and saw horses. With six minutes left,
an employee came in and lowered her to the floor, before untying her legs from
the chains. She was further humiliated by him groping her breasts, before he
freed her arms from the sleeve. He smiled as he pinched her left nipple, and
said “Good, at least your’s are natural.” and helped her to her feet.
She was again led to room 0 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 out pitifully. She was next whipped by a
master, for what seemed like forever, and then by an employee. The whips
leaving whelp’s across her back, she was sweating and crying under the assault.
Debra was released and 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 refused an order given to her, and that she would now 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 was thousands of small needles lining 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 slave’s face spoke of her
Then, when the box had been locked into 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 into 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
sides of the box, and then they pulled the triggers. The slaves eyes shot even
wider open in pain, as the salty mist was sprayed all over her body.
Debra couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain that the woman must be feeling,
as she watched in horror as the woman suffered. Then still shocked by the
cruelty that she had 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
“You slaves should take note of what any disobedience to a Master here in my
dungeon will get you. I also want you all to know that I will not show anyone
else the mercy that I have shown this slave. She would have received a more
worthy punishment, if she wasn’t in such a weakened condition.”
Debra began to cry for the poor girl, as she lay there 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. Her thoughts were still on the slave in the circle. This master
had finished rather early, and even freed her 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, 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 certainly had the money to buy their way in, both of
them desiring the power over women, that 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 her, and told them about her.
“What you see in front of you gentlemen, is a perfect example of what I am
talking about. Mrs. Barone here is a mother of three, and the wife of 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 mean
anything that you desire. She, like all of 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 diseases, just like all my slaves are, so that you
can relax, knowing that my stable is clean. No slave is released to the floor,
until she has been declared disease free.” he then 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, until everyone in line had used her, even if her
time expired. Finally after an eternity of sucking, and being impaled by
stranger’s 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
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, then by
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 that Gianni had worked on for him, allowing
him to see their final use.
Gianni had been awed by the sight, and listened intently, as Mr. Fass explained
his little operation to him. He then explained that the contractor that he had
used before, and for many years prior to that, had recently passed away, and
he needed someone to finish several more rooms, that were still under
construction. He went on to explain that after some extensive background
investigations he had chosen 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 that 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
that the way the club worked, what each color collar meant. They sat and drank,
as Mr. Fass filled him in on what was allowed in the club.
The men sat there for half an hour drinking, talking, and having a good time,
when Mr. Fass invited Gianni to “sample the floor”, as he put it.
Gianni walked around the floor, and ended up at table 5, as it was labeled. He
had been drawn there by the beautiful blonde who was bound in the swing. He
happily waited his turn, and then let loose on the helpless girl, pounding her
rigorously. 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 that
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, whereas this gal’s hair was more red
than brown’ and Gianni was sure that 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, and this look alike would be the next best
thing. As he circled the table, he got a closer look at the slave’s face, even
with her mouth stuffed with a cock and her 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 weren’t that big,
he thought, then he saw his answer.
He looked at the slave’s 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 too quickly, when he spouted out an offer to
Mr. Fass. He would take ten percent off of his bill, if he was allowed to film
and photograph a private session with a particular 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, stilling swaying back in forth
in the swing under another man’s attentions.
Mr. Fass tilted his head, and asked, “Why that slave? I have many younger,
more beautiful girls that I can offer you.” Gianni went on to explain how she
looked so much like an old crush he’d had, giving Mr. Fass a bogus name that
he just made up. “Fine.” Mr. Fass replied, telling Gianni that 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
that he 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 had
considered for the job, and the unusual request began to make sense 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 that he was right.
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