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Subject: {ASSM} {New Chapter}  Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife p. 9 (M+/F, Blackmail, Coer)
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Warning:

This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The following
story is
for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of
explicit
sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT
read
any further. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Not My Story. Reposting or
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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 Studios
West Inc.
Usage of the characters here is in no way reflective of the real show
or the
actors in it, and in now way intended to undermine their values.

Please! Send me your comments!
notmystory@kc.rr.com

(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.



      
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