I must have passed out for the next thing I knew, there was a pair of hands on my thighs and the sun was shining through the hotel shades. It took me a minute to realize that the fuck machine was idle in my cunt. Looking up I see Dick looking down at me as I still hang upside down.

As he pulls the fuck machine out of me, I almost black out again as another orgasm ripples though my body.

He gently turns me right side up and starts unstrapping me. Looking down at my body, I can see that I am covered with my own cum that has leaked out during the night. Even now my legs are being soaked with fresh cum leaking from my cunt.

I am have no strength left and I just collapse limply into Dick's arms. He carries me to the bed. I notice a light outline of two bodies on the sheets. He lays me down on the one outline on the left.

Walking over to his computer and I see him push a button. Coming back over to me, he lies down next to me in the second outline and motions me to be quite.

"I found a way to override the spy cameras," he explains after ten seconds. Pointing to the computer, he continues, "It sends a fifteen minute loop of us asleep in bed. When it is finished, we have to get back into the same position. As long as we do not overuse it, we should be safe."

“Won’t they see the outlines on the sheets?” I ask.

“No, the light color and the angle of the cameras will preclude that.” Getting up, he goes and gets the comb; he lays my head in his lap and starts brushing my hair.

"Are you OK?" Dick asks. "I got to you as soon as I got loose."

"Shouldn't we call the police," I ask shakily.

"I am not sure that would be a good idea," Dick replies. "First, they might not believe the rape charges."

"What?!" I holler trying to sit up.

"Calm down and let me explain," he instructs me continuing to brush my hair. After I lay my head back down he continues, "First, we are in a sex hotel," he gestures around the room. "Then comes the fact that you were already strapped down when they came in. Lastly, in order to identify the men we would have to use the tapes. And," he hesitates," now don't take this wrong, but the pills you took made it way to obvious that you enjoyed the fucking."

I shudder at the thought but have to admit that he is right. I had enjoyed it. I enjoyed it like nothing else in my life. Even now, thinking back on it, I find my body getting excited. Oh shit, am I really a slut after all? No it must just have been the pills.

"We could tell them about the pills," I offer.

"Well, those are actually illegal," he confides. "How many did they give you?"

"Two," I answer.

"Plus two before dinner," he adds. "Shit, that's four pills."

"Four pills in a twelve hour period will make the change more permanent," I recite from the directions he had originally read to me. "Whatever sexual acts you have performed during that time will always have a draw on you. Damn it all, Dick, you don't think that I will be like this forever."

"Shhh!!" he soothes. "Let's think about what this could mean. Since taking the pill, you were treated like a slave, fucked by ten guys. Fucked for, " he looked at the clock, "including the time with me, eight and a half hours straight."

"Oh fuck NO!"

"I am so sorry Summore," Dick consoles, "but it was for the good of the mission."

"How?" I ask trying not to freak out. At least Dick is combing my hair, helping me to relax.

"Anyone watching will think it was just a staged fantasy. That is how we have to act," he explains.

'Who would have that sick a fantasy?' I want to ask.

"People who come here have some far out ideas of fun," he answers my unspoken question. Just looking around the room confirms this. "They would never believe we would go that far to blend in. The only problem is that they have stolen our cash for the boat rental. The room is under a credit card, so it should still be covered. I will just cancel any future purchases."

"Without the boat, how will we explore the company’s island and look for the wreck?" I asked alarmed. This would jeopardize our mission. "How about we call Dad and have him wire it."

"Since we do not have money, the only phone we can use for long distance calls is the hotel line. I imagine they are tapped. If we don't want to hazard our cover, we will have to figure a way to get the money ourselves."

"How much?" I asked.

"A thousand dollars," he answered.

"Where can we ..."

"I have been thinking about it. I was going to call the strip club down the road and see if they take male dancers."

I couldn't help but smirk. "It sure looked like a girl only strip club," I told him. "Pretty lewd at that."

Dick stopped combing. "I couldn't ask you to do that," he firmly answered. "Not even for the good of the mission."

He starts back combing my hair.

Damn straight I wasn't offering to be a stripper. For good of the mission. The mission must come first before any personal hang-ups. For the good of the mission.

Damn it all, I wasn't going to take it all off and act like I was in heat in front of a bunch of strange men. For the good of the mission.

"No I insist," I found myself saying to my surprise. "We have to do this if it is for the good of the mission." Shit, I always thought spy work was fun. Well it has been fun despite the perversities involved. Maybe it has been such fun because of them.

I am going to need some serious psychological help when I am done.

"Are you sure Summore?"

"Do you think we could make that kind of money?"

"Well not with the dance fee, it would have to be made up in tips," he answered. "You would have to really get into it. Maybe even take a few more pills. You will have to learn to get turned on by showing off your body. Develop a love of displaying it for men."

"Call the club and see if they would even let me dance," I told him.

"You just sleep on it. Dream about it a little. It will not be as big a deal after a nap. We better lay back in our positions, the cameras will soon start again," he laid down next to me.

That is easy for him to say, no big deal.

Much later, I awoke to Dick nibbling at my neck. Looking at the clock, I realize I had been asleep for six hours. The whole time I had been dreaming of stripping. Despite this I felt well rested. And now I could imagine myself performing. I could imagine being turned on by performing. And I was very horny.

By the feel of Dick's cock against my buns as he was snuggled behind me, I figured I could get some quick relief.

I went down on him to see how ready he was. 'Ummm!' he was definitely ready.

Coming back up I went through our options in my head. My cunt was still sore from the hours of use last night. Grabbing Dick's cock, I guided him to my back entrance. It may alos be sore but less likely to see use tonight. God his cock was big. Maybe not quite as big as that man last night but big enough.

I am still surprised how good this made me feel. I had never even dreamed of enjoyment from that tight hole. One of his hands twisted a nipple. "Ummm!" I groaned allowed. His other hand reaches my cunt where he flicks my clit with one of his fingers. Soon two of his fingers were fucking my pussy while his cock fucked my ass. I was climbing fast.

"YESSS!!!" I holler as the first wave washes over me.

Dick continued his administration as I climbed higher and higher.

His stamina had greatly improved. Must be from its frequent use. Even as I felt him tighten up to let loose his load, a second wave shot through me. Damn, being a spy had its benefits.

Standing unsteadily on my feet, I head to the shower to finally clean the cum off me. The hot water feels good as it cascades down my body. I take pleasure in running my hands over my sexy boy. Getting out, I take a long look in the full-length mirror. Shit, I am sexy; no wonder men like to look at me. I automatically change into a purple teddy that’s crotch ride up my pussy and it ahs two one-inch cut our for my nipples. I put on a pair of black five-inch heels before exiting the bathroom.

"You are some hot," grins Dick.

I blush from his compliment. I am still getting used to the idea of taking pleasure and not insult from men looking at my body.

Dick has me sit in front of him as he combed my hair out. "I talked to the owner of the 'STICK IT' club. He gave me some forms to have you sign and two DVD's of some of the dancers. He said tonight is the "STICK IT" performance. He warned me that usually it is only hardcore girls who have stripped several times before who participate in this performance. He told me that Thursday is a less drastic night for first timers. He did say that tonight usually brings in the most tips."

I few nervous jitter went through me. For the good of the mission, I reminded myself. Anyways, after last night, how bad could it be? “We need the money for tomorrow,” I remind him. “And we need to make the most money we can.”

Dick grabs the remote and starts the first DVD. He never stops combing my hair as we watch.

The first thing I noticed is the pole. It is about a foot and a half in diameter stretching from the floor to the ceiling. It rotates slowly along with a three foot diameter circle of the stage. But it is the dildos sticking out of it at about one foot intervals that catches my attention.

The girl coming out is already stripped to an outfit that covered none of her essentials. The men nearest the stage hold up dildos with bill wrapped around them and held in place with elastics. To my horror, I watch as dancer approaches them, pulls off the cash and them gave the dildo a quick hump.

Next she approaches the pole. She steps on the two-foot section of the floor surrounding the pole and slowly rotates with the pole. Pointing to a particular dildo about chest level, she begins to stroke it. It is then that I realized the larger dildos, like the one she had chosen, actually move in and out of the pole by three to five inches.

The crowd goes wild as she gives it a fake blowjob. Then pushing a foot pedal next to the pole, I see the pole begin to lower. When it is at the right height, she pushes the pedal again to stop it. Grabbing two dildos about shoulder height, she mounts her dildo. As she fucks it, the men throw wads of money at her. After five minutes of this, she dismounts and goes back to the men. Teasingly, she makes believe to accidentally back into one dildo. When the owner tried to ram it home, she scurried away laughing.

"That's not dancing," I told Dick. I think if he hadn't been combing my hair this hole time I would have already fled the room. How was I going to go through with this?

"You'll do great, Summore," he assured me. "You just have to let yourself get into the role." He paused. "Let's look at a few more."

We watched three more girls perform. Some were more comfortable at it than others. The last one has the men going crazy. Somehow watching the reaction of the men watching the woman perform is a real turn on.

"You notice how she seemed to enjoy it more than the last two?" Dick points out as he brushes my hair. When I nodded he continues, "See how much more the men tipped her." Again I nodded.

I kept trying to picture myself doing this. Even with the excitement I was feeling, I was going to have to be half out of my mind to actually go up on stage.

After finishing the DVD, we got ready for dinner. We wore similar outfits to last night except I put on a bra tonight, not that it covered anything you might want to admire, stopping several inches shy of my nipples. I wore my fuck me boots to help me feel better

"Here are two pills to help warm you up for the night," Dick offers me. "Don't forget to take them."

I didn't think I would need them at the moment, but took them anyways. "Now I just need something to wash these down with," I grinned looking at his crotch. Before I even think about what I am doing, I find myself kneeling in front of him and pulling out his cock.

Ten minutes later I can feel his cock tighten, as it got ready to fire its load. I was so close to loosing it myself. I feel of him begin pumping into my mouth. This sends me over the edge. I retain just enough peace of mind to hold a small amount in my mouth to wash down the pills. How fucking sluttish was that, I thought. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! This cannot be happening to me.

As I finish cleaning him off, he strokes my hair with the comb.

"That was embarrassing," he smiles kindly at me. I just nod. "Let's forget it happened for now. When I remind you, you can remember and we can talk about it."

I agree as I get up.

Dick zips up his pants and we get ready to go.

At the door, Dick stops, "We forgot the collar and leash, could you get them from the sink?"

"Yes Master," I smile at him.

As I pick them up I notice two pills sitting on the counter. 'I mustn't forget these,' I grab a quick drink of water from the sink, I wash them down.

Some alarm goes off in the back of my mind but I cannot think what it is about. I catch up with Dick at the door and let him put my collar and leash on.

He gives me a long look in the eye as he fastens the collar, "Let's go slave."

Throughout dinner, I can hardly keep from fingering myself. I try pressing myself against Dick's legs my this only increases the urge. God I am in heat.

After supper, I just want to head to our room and get some relief. Dick spots a card game starting at one of the tables and approaches.

"Maybe we can get a little money," he whispers to me. He was good at cards but right now I just need him good in bed.

"Can I get in on the action," he asks.

"Sure," one gentleman says. "It is two hundred to get in."

"Shit," Dick replied, "I don't have any cash on me."

"You can charge it to your room," a hotel official sitting in on the game assures him. He gives Dick a slip, which he fills out.

"Will two hundred be enough." he grins.

"The game is Black Jack," the hotel official explains. "The two hundred from each master-slave pair sits in the pot but that is just entrance into the game. Money is not the main thing wagered here, it is the slave’s clothing that is bet upon. Whichever teams loose, their slaves have to forfeit a piece of clothing, which they cannot win back. Each slave is allowed four pieces of clothing and four entreatments. Stockings and shoes don't count. When they have used these up, then the Master and slave are out. Whoever stays in the longest wins the pot."

Wait a minute; he is going to gamble for my clothes? Of course, if he wins, I might not have to dance. If he looses, I have to show off my body a littler earlier than planned. I nod an OK to Dick.

"One last rule," the official added. "Once in, the players cannot sit out. You must play until you either win or you have lost everything. I will determine the entreatments or sexual favors. All agree."

SEXUAL FAVORS? Wait...

"Yes," Dick agrees as he throws in the two hundred dollar voucher.

Four other master/slave couples join the game. One is an older bald man with a young blonde skinny slave. You can not see her face because of the bondage mask she wears. This is not an item of clothing for the betting her master assures us. In a way, I wish I could hide behind a mask even if it looks so uncomfortable.

The second pair is geekish boyish looking man with an older lady. You can only tell her age by the beginning of crow's feet around her eyes and the slight sag of her breasts. My nipples hurt just looking at the clamps on her tits. The age discrepancies almost make me wonder if the two masters had swapped slaves for the night. The affection in the older slave's eyes for her younger master go a long way to dispel this thought.

The third couple is an obese middle age man and a short woman. She has long curly black hair and a dark complexion. Her chest is shoved out by the fact of the cuffs holding her wrists and elbows behind her back. Her breasts are good size but not as big as mine.

Finally there is the lady master. She has deep red hair and a gorgeous body. Her slave is a muscular man only slightly smaller built than Dick. I wonder if his cock is as big as Dick's? His curly black hair and general appearance hint at an Italian heritage.

The game starts. Soon Dick has lost my skirt, blouse, and bra. It feels strange yet exhilarating standing here in only my thong. At least I am not alone. Two of the other girls are in the same shape I am. The short slave girl is only ahead of us by a bra. The lady master is having all the luck. Her male slave has only lost his shirt.

I have to say I am the most endowed of the lady slaves. That is not just my opinion if the admiring looks from the other men mean anything. I look at the men deciding which I would prefer to screw if I had to. The young man was not so bad looking. Maybe if the lady master won she would have her male slave fuck me. Ummm, maybe this game will be more enjoyable than....

What am I thinking? Shit I am so horny my nipples must look to be trying to jump right off my boobs.

Two hands later; I look to the lady master who won the hand. I wonder what she will ask of the three of us who have already lost all our clothing to do.

"Let's watch the three girls do a three-way pussy lick," she smiles.

She wants to watch the three of us kiss each other up? I never have tasted another women before, well except for myself last night. Still, I my lips have never touched a pussy before. This cannot be happening. I notice the table is cleared. They obviously expect us to perform on the table for them.

"You eat her, she eats you and finally you eat her," she directs us. I am kissing up the young blonde. The blonde is to kiss up the older woman and the older woman will kiss me. Lying on our sides, we get into position. As I get my head between the blondes thighs as the older woman pushes her head between mine. I tentatively lick hers as I feel the other woman start tonguing mine. After a few furtive licks, I realize she actually tastes good. With the action going on between my legs, my body starts take over.

I push my cunt into the lady's face as she expertly teases my clit. Taking her lead, I begin to work on Blondie in earnest. Despite myself, my hips start bucking as I near an orgasm. I have needed release all evening. Grabbing the young ass in front of me, I start fucking her with my tongue for all I am worth. A groan from up ahead lets me know she is appreciating my effort.

"UGGMMGMGMG!!" I groan into the blonde's cunt as an orgasm rakes my body. It is all I can do not to squeeze the woman's head between my legs. Soon the others are joining me in release.

It is about then I hear the clapping around me. Looking up, I see a crowd has gathered to watch our escapades. I am not sure if you can see a blush through my sexual flush, but I turn several deeper shades of red. And yet my pussy still wants more.

We get up and the table is cleaned. The game proceeds. Dick wins the next hand and I watch him screw Shortie. Mom, the older slave, gets to service Blondie as she licks Dick and Shortie where they are joined. Mr. Big has just lost his last item of clothing.

Fatso wins next. Grinning at me, he has me suck his small cock while Mr. Big screws my pussy. Blondie licks his ass. I orgasm twice despite Fatso short fuse. I think it is my pussy throbbing on Mr. Big for the second time that sends him over the edge. Mom had to lick Mr. Big's cock and my cunt clean.

After another hand, my third favor is for the red head. She actually has me eat her out. The other time I ate had to kiss a woman up; I had another woman eating me out. This time, no one but my own fingers stimulated my cunt. Still I thoroughly enjoy her. She has a vintage taste about her.

Mom has to suck Mr. Big back to life and have him screw her. I think Mom really appreciates loosing that hand. Shortie has to fuck herself with her fingers.

The older gentleman and Blondie are already out the game.

Dick goes on a winning streak. Mom and her young master the next couple out. Fatso and the woman were bow out next. And then there is just Ms. Master and us left.

Dick plays a good hand but looses to a full house. Ms. Master has me go down on her slave as she teases my pussy with the handle of a brush from her purse. In no time flat, she has me on the verge of yet another orgasm, only to withdraw the handle and slap my ass before I can go over. After a few minutes rest, she begins again.

She repeats the procedure four times as I suck on Mr. Big’s cock. I can feel him tighten up to loose it and Ms. Master finally leave the brush handle in as I loose it yet again.

As my head clears, I realize that the flashes before my eyes weren’t all created by my hormones as I see several guests take pictures of the whole escapade. Dick is just grinning and nodding his head to the patrons who ask if it all right. Just part of the act of a horny honeymoon couple, for the good of the mission.

When I catch my breath, we head to our room to clean up for the night's events.