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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,
for a total of five more men, entered the cramped bathroom and used her. She
was already on her knees when the second jerk had entered, 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 there giving him head. She was then
forced to sit on the sink, while he rammed his cock into her cunt, and her arm
slipped from the side of the sink, into the sink itself, and she found herself
holding onto the top of the cabin, while trying to keep her balance, as he
ravaged her mercilessly. He also pulled her thin sun dress from her shoulders,
so that he could grope her chest, while he defiled her.

When he finished, he forced her to clean both of their fluids from his cock
with her mouth. As she cleaned him of their combined sex juices, there had
been a distinctive knock at the door. The ass hole opened the door, while she
was kneel down with his dick in her mouth. It was the first jerk, and he told
him to have her stay in there for some more entertainment when he was finished.

The second jerk did as he was asked, telling her not to leave the room until he
came back to get her. When he finally left, she felt abused and used. Her head
was throbbing, her wrist was sprained, and her legs were all cramped up. The
good news was, that the next two men who entered the restroom, came in ready
to fuck, so at least she didn't have to kneel down and suck on their cocks.
The fifth and final ass hole had made her turn around before he entered the
cramped compartment, and then took her in her ass hole roughly. He pulled her
roughly to him by her tits, 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 her cunt, she collapsed to the floor of the
lavatory 'prison' that she had been confined to for over an 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 it while she was
still in the tiny room.

Her first assailant came back to the room, and immediately reached past her,
into the corner of the tight compartment, and pulled down the small video
camera that she had never noticed. He told her to get cleaned up, and get
back to her seat, before he left her alone with her thoughts. She finally left
the lavatory, with her head down, and never noticed all of the eyes 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.

As they left the airport, she was seated in the back of a white panel van, as
one of her blackmailers made her watch a movie off of his laptop computer. She
closed her eyes, and turned her head away, when she saw the first image on the
screen, but he made his demands clear, that she was to open her eyes and watch
the sickening scenes that played out on the screen before her eyes. She
hesitantly followed their orders, and focused on the screen in front of her.
She watched clip after clip of her activities over the past week. She found
the scenes sickening, and was even more troubled by images of her behavior,
ones that 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 their
jism onto her face and into her open mouth, as she looked on glossy eyed. She
was once again in tears, and her head in her hands, by the time that they
placed the leather hood over her head. She was then led from the van, and into
a building of some kind. She could hear music in the distance, and voices from
all around her, but when a door was closed, silence fell over the room that
she was in.

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

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

"Yeah. Yeah I understand, ok." she answered, in a defeated voice.

"Good! You now do everything that 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 at the sound 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 up in front of her, and looked her over from head to toe.

"Okay, Debra is it? Your Master here tells me that 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 replied.

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

"I said yes. Yes that's right." she said defensively, afraid that 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 your going to be in my dungeon, you will always address
any man as Master. Do you understand that Slave!" he exclaimed, grabbing her
chin harshly.

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

"Good, that's better. Now show your new Master your talents, and suck me off,
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 eye. 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. There 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, and I
have agreed to do so, with the understanding that you will perform as I expect
of my own slaves." he explained, as she began to bob her head up and down on
his cock, trying her best to please him, but 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
that I please. What I need to know from you, is if you agree to that or not,
for though you may be a slave, I'm afraid that 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 that 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 up by
her hair.

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

"Excellent! Then stand up and bend over the desk Slave." he commanded.

As she stood up, he pulled her dress up and off of 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 the information on the paper, the gray haired man
slid his cock into her cunt from behind.

"I see that your Master makes sure that 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. Back to what I expect of slaves here in my dungeon. Slaves
have no say here, and are at the complete and total control of all Masters.
Slaves, like you, are identified by a black leather collar, and all slaves
wear one. I have several independent contractors in my club, and they all wear
red collars. These are women here alone of there own free choice, and can
accept to be with any Master they choose or not be with a particular Master. A
luxury that slaves are not given. They only have to perform the tasks that they
are willing to, giving me a portion of whatever gratuities that they receive
from a Master. There are then my employees, who see to the needs of my visiting
Masters, and they wear silver collars. They take care of the food, drink and
security here in the club. They are not required to do anything except their
assigned jobs. I tell you all of this incase you are interested in returning
to my little club sometime in the future." he explained, as he continued a
steady pace of sawing into her sex.

"Finally, there are Masters, either fellow slave owners, or just men who enjoy
the company of submissive women, and can afford my steep rental prices. 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 my slaves. Do you understand what I have just told you Slave?"
he asked, while still moving in and out of her cunt.

"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, then sign the contract, acknowledging your acceptance to be my slave."
he replied, maintaining his pace inside of her.

She arched her back, as she leaned up to sign the paper presented to her, as
her new master continued to thrust into her from behind. As soon as she signed
the paper, her new master pushed a button on his desk, and commanded, "Come
and get her, she's ready." He finished by hitting the button again, as he
pulled his cock free of her cunt. 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, while
the second man placed 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 of her arms.

Gianni had done quite a bit of work for the older gentlemen, and never been to
sure as to why he was doing it, until 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, and he had never seen what his different
pieces of work had been used for, and spaced out over time as they were, 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 there 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 that he 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 as a business of any type. Two men stood outside,
and as he pulled up in front, one of the men stepped out into 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 the building,
led by the second man. They were greeted by the most beautiful women that
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, and about
half full of people. Men and women were 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 woman, 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, were just enough to make him feel very
uncomfortable with the whole thing, and then he moved on to other subjects,
like the food and decor of the restaurant.

When they had finished the meal, Mr. Fass told him that 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, 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 went through
another door hidden in a 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
through.

As they entered, Gianni was struck by the incredible craftsmanship of the
woodworking around the room, the sculpted ceiling and 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, um, 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, and was given another make over, the third this week.

Her makeup was expertly applied, but in a classy manner this time, 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 was incredibly revealing, and each
was made to well display her body. Each one was then fitted to her body
perfectly, taken in or out as needed. Finally two pair of padded leather cuffs,
about a half inch thick, were placed on her wrists and ankles, and then
stitched in place. Ensuring that they would have to be cut off.

After having a few more outfits fitted for her, the phone 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 once over, making sure that she was ready.

"OK, it's rather simple. We work in three hour shifts here, OK?" said her
make-up artist, "It goes like this: You go out 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 the remainder of your two hours, if the Master that
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 here 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 that you'll be working off of. It is in a three hour cycle,
and 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 shut. 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.

"Whatever you do, just remember you can refuse no one from this point forward,
as you have absolutely no say in what happens to you. You do everything you're
told to do by anyone, and do it fast, without saying a word, or else you'll
spend the rest of your time in the circle. Refusing a Master, or any
disobedience of anything, is the worst offense that you can commit here. So
just 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 that from this moment on, you always answer everyone as
Master, just to be safe, OK?" she said, helping Debra up onto a small platform.

Debra quickly learned what the tables were. A total of six small platforms
made up the tables, and the 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 her head
dangling from the front, allowing the slave to pleasure a master orally. The
table was incredibly uncomfortable, and the one most hated by the slaves.

The second table was a modified stocks, 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. The 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. The slaves had their 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 were placed in
stirrups, and pulled up, while their arms where sleeved behind their backs,
and they sat in a swing, with their knee's pulled apart, allowing access to
the slaves cunt. Table six was just like table four, but the slave hung face
up instead.

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 up and
used her. At points, both her mouth and cunt were 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
of them in total. The middle of the large room contained about a dozen of them.
About half of the tables were empty, some had just a single man sitting there,
or possibly a small group of men sitting at them. The cabinets where also
mostly empty, but Debra noticed that several women, wearing black collars just
like hers, standing chained at several of the cabinets. Each girl in the
cabinets was dressed similar to Debra, wearing a strict corset, cut just below
the women's breasts, and pulled in tight, holding in the women's stomachs and
making their tits jut out from their bodies. Garter belts and thigh high
stockings seemed to be part of the uniform as well. Each women wore tall 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 asked, "You will please me?" and then turned and walked away.

Debra looked around confused, and 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 of just what to expect, but was sure that she would
hate whatever was to come.