"The card, it has gone."

"The machine ate my card?" Her voice was a strange mixture of panic and relief.

"Oui! I have lost one day. I have nothing! Comprendez- vous?"

"Yes, but what can I do?"

I waited a while as if he was weighing up his options. Then I reached

over and pushed the gag firmly into her mouth. Fumbling for the phone, I made a number of calls to my house and talked to the answering machine. For Maggie's benefit, I made out that I was talking to someone at the other end. The first ten calls were entirely in French and after the first Maggie gave up trying to alert the person at the other end of the phone and waited patiently. Then I

sprang the eleventh on her.

"Bonjour, John. Comment ca va? Bien. Listen I have something special. Non, a woman. Oui la prostituee. . .how you say, a hooker?"

Maggie raised an muffled objection but I ignored her.

"The bitch ripped me off. . .stole my money. . .oui. . .non I caught her. She is my guest. . .oui. I need to get my money back before I go 'ome to Quebec. . .exactement! I think the same. . .oui. . .anything you like for two hundred dollars. Oui? Tres bien! A tout a l'heure. . .oui! Au revoire."

Maggie moaned and struggled as I made the next four calls in English. Each was approximately the same. I claimed she was a hooker that had stolen money from me and offered to sell her ass for two hundred bucks

in order to make my money back. Each call varied a little and I gradually filled in the details, assuring one party that she would be blindfolded or telling another she was an accomplished liar. The setup was obvious - sometime later tonight Maggie was going to be gang-banged by fifteen guys at two hundred dollars a head. She would be bound and blindfolded, gagged for much of the time but even when she could speak she would be unable to persuade them to stop.

I noisily flicked through the pages of a book. "Fifteen men a night? That is three thousand. In a week. . ." Maggie moaned, in a week she

would have fucked over a hundred guys.

"Do not worry Mademoiselle, we will 'ave the money soon, non?"

Her nipples were hard, her pussy damp. Maggie could only orgasm with a man when forced and soon fifteen guys were going to have their way with her. She'd be fucked, sucked, groped and I'd made it clear that she could be used in anyway those men wanted. I watched the crotch rope as it rubbed against her clit. This gag allstop beating her and that would mean she could get some sleep.

Before the next fifteen guys arrived. . .

All through this she struggled and screamed and fought and when I finally cut the crotch rope and entered her she was more than ready. The hogtie was a masterpiece, giving her no way to stop my penetration, making her more powerless, less guilty.

I still believe she orgasmed fifteen times, once for each imaginary rapist, for each imaginary violation. Even gagged she made more noise

than I would have liked and I only hoped the little Spanish girl wasn't in the next room. Finally spent, I collapsed on her and there we stayed 'till I we recovered our strength. Then I removed her gag and blindfold.

She blinked and smiled. "Hi, Cody."

"Okay. When did you know?"

"Know what?"

"That it was me?"

"I've always known," she said, a little bemused.

"But I wore sweats and-" She smiled. "It was very good, Cody. Wonderful, in fact. You were so convincing I almost thought it was real on a couple of occasions. In fact, if you hadn't worn the cologne I gave you last Christmas, I could have panicked and really thought it was real. Very subtle clue by the way - a masterstroke!"

I was suddenly very glad that I hadn't said the aftershave was cheap and nasty.

She continued, "Coming early was good, too. In fact you almost caught

me out. If you hadn't done that key fumbling thing outside the door, you'd have caught me in the living room. As it was, I didn't really get chance to tie my ankles properly."

"Whoa, wait a minute. You mean you only tied yourself up when I arrived?"

"Of course. What kind of idiot do you take me for? You don't really think I'd be stupid enough to tie myself up and not be able to get loose."

"But the gloves?"

"Nice touch, I thought. Well, you kept saying they were cheap and nasty and I agree. I was planning to get better ones so I could afford to sacrifice these."

"So this whole thing was a setup?" I demanded. "You weren't really tied up at all?"

The silly cunt grinned at me. "Nope. I just woke up with an itch this morning and I knew you were too busy to come if I asked, so-"

"You incredible bitch!"

"The one and only."

I stared at her. Then it was my turn to grin. "Okay. So I'm a sucker and I bought it. Now you'll have to do something for me."

"No, I don't," she pouted. "You got off on it, too, big time. I never realized what a power freak you are. If I didn't lean in the other direction I might even fight this Elizabeth chick for you!"

"Flattery will get you nowhere," I said. "And you do owe me - big time.*"

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. So what do you want?"

"You, to be my slave for one evening of my choosing. No limits, no veto, nothing. You do what I say, fuck what I say and the only acceptable answer is "yes, master." Understand?"

She pouted again. "Why should I agree to this?" "Two reasons," I said. "One, you'll get off on it big time. And two,

you say no and I push this gag back into your lying little mouth and leave you here for the maid to find."

She thought for a while. "Okay. But only for one evening."

"Agreed," I said and started to free her. Already my mind was working

on the plans to fulfill my deepest fantasy; to have both my slaves helpless and available at the same time.

The End (for now)

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