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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 11
 

Mr. Fass had called over a female employee and given her some instructions.
She constantly asked Mr. Fass questions 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, as Debra had just begun her time
on the table, and had over forty minutes left in the swing. After telling him
about the wait, Mr. Fass offered to get him ready.

"So tell me, what do you think about my dungeon now, my friend?" he asked
holding his glass of liquor.

"Its so ... well, words just can't properly describe it, but if I had to pick
out something, unusual and pleasurable come to mind first. And by the way,
thanks, thanks so much for giving me this job, and allowing me to, well you
know, sample the goods." he said.

"What, enjoy the pleasures of my slaves?" he asked, 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 and experienced, not just looked at, but truly 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 can find pleasure with
it, physically, psychologically, emotionally and most importantly, sexually."
sipping his drink as he watched table six's activities. The young Mrs. Barone
had gathered quite a crowd. New slaves were usually sampled by most of the 
masters when they worked the tables, and once the word went out that Mr. Fass
was going to put a new slave out, everyone wanted a piece, and today was no
different.

The dungeon was like anywhere else in the world, take the most average looking
woman, put her out on the floor, and no one seems interested. But when the 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, the word of her almost celebrity husband had
circulated around the room. Adding to her mystique was the fact that she had
been brought in by a master, other than her husband. It was not unusual for a
husband to submit his slave wife to be used at the club, but no one had ever
heard of a married woman being brought in by someone else before.

By this point, 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, then 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 that you got time with the slave that you
wanted however, you could pre-book a slave for a substantial fee. To add to
her popularity, everyone knew that she was only going to be 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 the
demand for her continued to grow. Any doubt's about his investment in this
slave were now gone from his mind, as he looked to capitalize on her sudden
popularity.

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

"Would you like some advice 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 that you're a pig, or an animal, or a sadist.
I say let them speak. But 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 led Gianni to his private dungeon, once there, he fired up the
monitor, and with a phone call, and a 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 using her.

The camera focused in, as someone positioned a small padded bench under where
Debra was swinging. 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 that she was still
being forced to suck on another cock, while taking the massive cock into 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 prick now in her ass. As the
men worked together to establish a tempo, the man below her reached out, and
by grabbing her tits, used them to swing her back and forth on the three 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, that he thought he knew, now filled with
three cocks, and a line of men waiting their turn to fuck her. Debra's face
showed her pain and humiliation, and Gianni began to wonder what had brought
her to agreeing to do this, as he knew that she wasn't really a slut.

Debra had been one of the most secure confident women he had ever met. As
he thought back over everything that 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 had even known. To see her as she was now, was shocking to Gianni.
Why would she be doing this? No way Ray had known, as 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 into it. She had been
stuffed full of cum, and it was now being 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 all at the same time. The cock in
her ass was causing the most pain, but the cock stuffed down her throat, and
the hair tickling her nose, was definitely the one on her mind at the moment.
She hated when they stuffed their cocks all the way into her mouth, and had
their balls covering her nose. The hair tickled her nose, making her want to
sneeze, but the dick filling her throat made that all but impossible.

She was beside herself, this was the worst thing that she had ever imagined,
she could no longer see an end to her torture. She had done this all to
protect her family, to protect her children, and 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 that she hadn't been
unfaithful to him, she had been forced to do the things that she had done. But
now lying here, being used as she was, it just didn't matter anymore. She
could call it anything that she wanted, but no 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 that she should have got money from her
father, and just insisted on paying them off. But she had foolishly gone into
it thinking that she could control it, that she could 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. 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 have understood. She had been drugged and 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 Gras photos 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 wasn't clean, what if they did have an STD. She could have
AIDS or who knows what, as 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
that to Ray. Sure she had 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. The 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 yet 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 cocks into her cunt before she was finally released from
the swing. She was given a more thorough cleaning than usual, as her body was
scrubbed clean, douched, and given an enema. She was allowed to brush her
teeth, shower, and then was 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 the sheer
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 Master's office. When she was finally led from the room,
she was taken to a large unlabeled room, instead of Room 37, or her cabinet.
Several Masters had pinched or groped her ass, as she was led 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
illuminated 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 there straddling the horse, unsure of what to expect, but scared to
death of what was to come.

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 a wooden bit was
slipped into her mouth, stopping her protests.

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.

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