Obsidian(Closed for sms41280)

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Jason Bell toyed with the business card in his hand. It was pure black with a single engraved "O" in the center. On the opposite side a simple email address enterthedarkness@obsidian.net.

The temptation had been too great, a few months ago his long time work colleague Fred and himself had been talking about spicing up the marriage. Already he and his wife had begun to develop their sexual tastes with a wide variety of crazy stunts. Everything ranging from sex in public to remote vibrators but Jason's sexual appetite continued to grow the more adventurous he and his wife became, the more he wanted. His most recent desire was to see her with multiple men, to witness her being used in all manner of ways for their pleasure. His wife agreed to his proposal and he needed only the medium to deliver on his promise.

Fred had told him of a place that catered to all manner of specific tastes and desires but he was very enigmatic about the details. He told him that they only worked by referral and that all information passed was to be completely anonymous. He instructed Jason to email the address with a specific referral code, persons attending and a date of arrival.

To: enterthedarkness@obsidian.net
Subject: Referral

Code: DOD6745
Attendance: 2
Date: 10/01/2013

Jason spent a significant amount of time staring at the screen, his dark brown eyes squinting with concentration. Was this really what he wanted? To throw himself and his wife into the complete unknown. He smoothed a hand through his light brown hair and stared at his blurred reflection in the computer screen. Jason was average in every way, from his build to his height there was nothing remarkable about him, even his job as a accountant was as mundane as the desk he sat at. The adventurous sexual encounters that he participated in with his wife was a way to break through the rut of his everyday life. He let out a long drawn out sigh and hit send.

Almost immediately he received a reply.

From: enterthedarkness@obsidian.net
Subject: RE:Referral
Attachments: 1

Code: DOD6745
Status: Accepted
Details: Attached

On the email were specific directions, locations and times for their arrival. Jason quickly saved the file to an external drive and deleted the email. A few weeks later he and his wife were on the plane overseas for what would be their most daring stunt of all.

 

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Whitney Bell had been looking forward to her European Vacation for months, well, ever since it was booked. She had spent days packing outfits for sightseeing, for the beach, for evenings, and for late-night adventures.

As she boarded the plane and allowed Jason to tuck her rolling carry-on bag above, she sat down and reviewed her intricately planned out itinerary which specified almost down to the minute where they were going to be and what they were going to be doing.

Indeed she was detail-oriented to put it mildly. Her career as an attorney had lifted off simply because she remembered things that others would not and covered every last detail of every last angle on every contract.

She did however, enjoy the direction that her and her husband's sex life had taken in the past year. They had been in a lull for some time, as they married young, and were happy doing the same old thing. But after a while, the luster wore off and careers got in the way, and they just drifted. Now things were exciting, unexpected, risky though, maybe too much so.

She smiled at Jason as the plane took to the air and leveled off. She reached out and took his hand in hers and rested her head on his shoulder as they together watched a movie on his iPad.

 

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Jason Bell

The movie they were watching was an old romantic comedy from the 90's, after moving the middle console away Jason placed his arm around Whitney and rested his hand on the side of her hip, her head fell naturally toward his chest and she snuggled into him. All in all it was going to be a long flight and Jason felt very anxious about what was going to happen at their destination.

He needed a way to calm his nerves and suddenly an idea popped into his head. Whitney was seated on the window seat whilst Jason sat in the middle seat, next to them was an older man probably the same age as his father. He was currently reading the inflight magazine but Jason spied him looking over at them every now and again.

Recently Jason had convinced Whitney to participate in random sexual acts in public, the thrill of knowing that others watched while they pleasured each other served to be quite the turn on. Even though he knew they were on their way to an experience beyond such simple fun the temptation for some premature enjoyment was too hard to resist.

"Unbutton the top two buttons of your blouse, sweety." he whispered hotly her ear. With the angle that she was sitting at the man next door would get quite the view of her ample cleavage.

 

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Whitney blushed as she looked down at her chest and noticed a tiny bit of her bra slipping out from underneath her tank top. She then looked up at him and raised a brow, glaring.

"Babe, you're unbelievable." She rolled her eyes and covered up herself with her cardigan and returned to watching the movie ultimately falling asleep on his shoulder and then shifting to lean against the windows.

This left Jason with plenty of time to review the arrangements before they arrived.

 

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Jason Bell

Jason was slightly disappointed that she didn't want to play their usual game, it didn't bother him too greatly as he knew that their fun would only increase when they arrived at their destination. Amsterdam.

Amsterdam was already well known for its famous red light district and Jason fully intended to visit. Their special itinerary however took them to a part of the city not frequently traveled well away from the usual tourist attractions.

After the plane landed Jason and Whitney retrieved their baggage and proceeded through customs. Jason finalised the payment for the rental car and they departed for the hotel. When they arrived at their room Jason changed from his T-shirt and shorts into a smart-casual black collared shirt and blue jeans. He watched and waited while Whitney changed for the evening.

"I can't wait for tonight, are you excited honey?" he asked eagerly. Despite the fact that she agreed to their trip he still needed her approval.

 

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Their 'games' had indeed become more aggressive but, none quite so risky as the one he proposed. Plus, he knew well that plane, trains, cars, etc were like total turn-offs for his wife. She liked to have space to move around a bit.

Whitney explored their basic yet comfortable room learning quickly what she had been told about Europe -- efficiency over luxury. Despite Jason's quick turnaround she was dragging a bit, exhausted from the journey.

"Can't we just grab dinner somewhere close to the hotel tonight?" She shrugged as she collapsed on top of the bed. Truth was, Jason had made the dinner plans for each night they'd be in town and had not revealed what those plans were.

 

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Jason Bell

Jason watched with mild amusement as Whitney collapsed onto the bed. Normally he would comply with her simple request but the times and locations for his special treat tonight were very specific. He came to sit beside her on the bed. With practiced hands he positioned her on her side and began a slow massage of her neck and shoulders.

"I know you're tired sweety, but trust me tonight is going amazing. There's a little restaurant on the way, 'Travel Plus' said it was the best place for seafood and tonight they're doing a platter for two." he asked her with his most convincing voice.

 

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Whit groaned as she sat up and looked at him. Normally Jason would indeed be one to lay down next to her and cuddle up, order a movie, and call it a night. But tonight she sensed he was turning a new leaf and trying to explore Amsterdam to its fullest -- which to her was a bit exciting because she was normally the one dragging him around.

"Alright...." She whined as she stood up and stretched her back pressing her modest chest forward.

"Do I have time for a shower?" She asked.

Jason looked at his watch. "No, not really." He shrugged, the flight had run a little late straining the schedule for the evening. The restaurant was no big deal but the other 'event' demanded prompt attendance.

"Can I go like this?" She looked towards him again, still stretching.

"Absolutely, you look gorgeous in anything, you know that...!"

"Ok. Let me just freshen a bit" She excused herself to the bathroom to do her thing, still not having a clue as to what was to come of this evening.

 

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Jason Bell

After she finished finalising her refresher Jason ushered her out of the room, down to the carpark and into the car.

He used his trusty GPS to direct them to the restaurant 'Visaandeschelde'. He confirmed his booking with the waiter. Perfect, they were running right on schedule. He ordered the platter for two and they sat down to begin their meal.

"Wow, sweety these oysters are incredible. Here try one." Jason commented and passed her one.

 

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She squirmed. "You know I hate oysters...." She almost gagged at the site of them but did enjoy all other sorts of shellfish and well, anything else from the sea.

The meal was certainly plentiful and at the ridiculous price, at least they left with full bellies.

 

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Jason Bell

"More for me I guess." he replied happily.

Jason paid for the meal on his trusty credit card, it was definitely more expensive than their usual outing but he still felt it was well worth it. Jason reviewed the map again before setting out. From their current location it would be at least another thirty minutes of driving before they reached their destination.

On the drive Jason pointed out several points of interest, he'd done some research on the city especially on their route for tonight. He could see that Whitney was slightly on edge and he wanted her to feel a little more relaxed before they delved into the point of no return.

When they arrived Jason looked out at the abandoned looking building with dismay. From the carpark it seemed the establishment was closed, he checked his watch.

8:55pm.

They were required to 'check in' at nine o'clock so Jason assumed perhaps that being five minutes early would mean they would not yet be granted entry. He looked up and down the street to see the that surrounding buildings all seemed closed, the dimly lit street lights shaped the silhouettes of the night giving him a eerie feeling. He suddenly had a real fear of being kidnapped or mugged in such a shady part of town. Jason steeled his nerves and stepped out of the car, hemotioned Whitney to follow.

"We're a little early, lets go closer to check it out." he suggested. As he approached the building and saw the 'For closure' sign his heart sank. Was this supposed dark club just a hoax or did he misinterpret the instructions? Jason was just about to pull out the map again to check when he noticed a small light emanating from the side of the building. Slowly, he made his way around the structure, his foot steps scuffing against the concrete path.

On the side of the building a single lamp sat above a newly painted door. The light was so dim he would have missed it had he not gotten out of the car.Jason looked at his watch again.

8:59pm

Jason inspected the door further, there were no handles and only one seemingly locked mail slot. The beep of his watch alarm startled him.

9:00pm

A small envelope shot out of the box and onto the ground exactly as the clock ticked over. Jason reached down to pick it up and read the contents

Session: 21:00:00
Attendees: 2

Subject 1 Code:
____________

Subject 2 Code:
____________

Jason was confused at first then remembered the instructions he'd been given. He quickly fished out the paper and wrote in the specific codes on the envelope.

Session: 21:00:00
Attendees: 2

Subject 1 Code:
TX53________

Subject 2 Code:
TX54________

After double checking the numbers he slipped the envelope back into the slot and waited.

 

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Whitney paced around with suspicion. "What is this place?!?"

"Jason, what are you doing?" She watched the whole ordeal with the paper slipping through the door and him writing down something.

"Jason?!?!?!" She was about to corner him as the door unlatched and opened.

 

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Jason Bell

Whitney seemed confused and rightly so, he hadn't exactly been entirely forth right about their new adventure. The door clicked loudly as it was unlocked from the inside and it slowly swung open. A black curtain hung across the threshold hiding the next area from view. Jason turned to his wife and held her shoulders firmly.

"Sweety, I need you to trust me. Everything is going to be fine, you'll see." he explained slowly but failed to keep his voice from trembling slightly.

With his hand in hers Jason guided Whitney past the threshold. The soft satin curtains brushed past their bodies enticingly revealing a small room before them. After they cleared the door he heard the mechanical whirr behind him as the door shut locking them inside. They were encased in complete darkness as the light from outside was drawn from the room. Whitney whimpered slightly and he felt her clutch his hand more strongly.

With the click of electricity, the room was slowly illuminated with a soft tinge of maroon. It was similar to the emergency lighting in a plane with the light only emanating from the corners and edges of the area. The room was about three meters all around and opposite to the door they entered sat another of similar construction including the central slot. Before Jason could step forward to try the door a loud and deep computerised voice blared into the tiny area.

"Subject T-X-5-3 identify." the voice asked. Jason and Whitney stared at each other questioningly.

"Subject T-X-5-3 identify." it repeated more insistently. Jason was confused at first but then remembered the code designation from the envelope before.

"Uh.. that's me my name is Ja...." he began but was cut of almost immediately.

"No names, only Subject codes. Confirm Subject T-X-5-3" it explained. Jason understood, for a place like this names and identities could be quite damaging. He suddenly had the thought of what other kind of people visited such a place. Before his fears could surface the voice spoke again.

"Confirm Subject T-X-5-3" it repeated.

"Yes I understand." he replied shakily.

"Subject T-X-5-3 attendance confirmed." it replied.

"Subject T-X-5-4 identify." it asked. Whitney seemed frozen on the spot. Jason gave her a slight tap from behind but it did little to break her out of her frightened state.

"She is TX54." Jason answered for her. She looked up at him questioningly but he just gave her a light kiss on her forehead.

"Subject T-X-5-4 attendance confirmed." it replied once again. The room was filled with silence once again. Before Jason had a mind to speak and ask what was going the slot in the door opened and two packages shot onto the floor. Jason bent down a retrieved them, he slowly unwrapped the brown paper covering of one to reveal to small plastic box. Inside the box lay a dark mask that covered most of the front of the face leaving only a space for mouth, neck, ears and hair. On the forehead of the mask in large white clear print was the code 'TX54' recognising the code he quickly handed the mask to his wife whilst he unwrapped his own.

"Identity coverings are to be worn at all times within the confines of Obsidian. They are to be returned before departure along with any other item acquired during your stay. Confirm T-X-5-3, Confirm T-X-5-4." it asked. Jason quickly donned the mask and awaited for his wife to do the same.

"I understand." he replied.

 

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Whitney grabbed Jason's arm and squeezed it. "Jason, where are we?" She asked in a tone that he would recognize as one that was normally accompanied by a glare though do to it being rather dark he could not see that glare.

Jason did not answer as he began to ramble off codes.

"Jason, where are we?" She asked again, gripping his forearm firmer.

"Jason, it's time to tell me what's going on!?!?" Her nervousness reached its apex just as the masks dropped through the door slot.

 

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Jason Bell

Jason turned to her after answering the omnipotent voice in the background. Even in the dim light he could tell she looked frightened, angry and confused all at the same. Jason grasped her shoulders firmly forcing her to look directly into his eyes

"Whitney, honey babe. Remember how I told you we were going to take another leap in our sex life? Well this is it, this club caters for all kinds of things, things we are both looking for." he explained.

"Look just put this on, relax and go with the flow. Everything will be fine ok?" he asked. Jason took the mask from her hand and placed it gingerly over her head. The instant it was secure the door in front unlocked with a click and hiss.

"Welcome to Obsidian." the voice spoke again.

Jason stepped through holding Whitney by the hand. The door shut behind them again cutting off the light. The familiar red haze shone from all around illuminating another room similar to the first. This time however, a small inbuilt computer screen was situated on one of the side walls. Jason went over to the computer terminal to investigate.

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WELCOME ATTENDEE/S TO OBSIDIAN..

PLEASE ENTER SUBJECT CODE AND PREFERENCE..

_

ENTER CANCEL

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0
Q W E R Y U I O P
A S D F G H J K K L
Z X C V B N M​

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Jason entered his code first using the touch pad displayed and the screen changed to the following.

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WELCOME SUBJECT TX53

PLEASE CHOOSE FROM LIST

GROUP
INDIVIDUAL
_

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Jason chose GROUP quickly looking back at Whitney over his shoulder. The next screen came up.

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WELCOME SUBJECT TX53

AMOUNT OF MEMBERS IN GROUP?
_

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Jason entered two.

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WELCOME SUBJECT TX53

ENTER ADDITIONAL SUBJECT CODE
_

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Jason entered Whitney's code.

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WELCOME SUBJECT TX53 AND GROUP

PREFERENCE FOR TX53

OBSERVER
PARTICIPANT

PREFERENCE FOR TX54

OBSERVER
PARTICIPANT

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He chose OBSERVER for himself and PARTICIPANT for Whitney.

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WELCOME SUBJECT TX53 AND GROUP

ENTER PREFERENCE FOR TX54

BUYING?

INDIVIDUAL
INDIVIDUAL FOR A GROUP
GROUP FOR INDIVIDUAL
GROUP FOR GROUP

SELLING?

INDIVIDUAL
INDIVIDUAL FOR A GROUP
GROUP FOR INDIVIDUAL
GROUP FOR GROUP

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Jason pondered the next option. It seemed that in this club an individual could sell or buy a certain scenario. Not only would this be an exciting new adventure but they might actually be able to make some money. Jason's greatest fantasy was too see his wife with multiple men, it turned him on immensely to know that other men could enjoy what he did every other day. He quickly chose SELLING-INDIVIDUAL FOR A GROUP.

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WELCOME SUBJECT TX53 AND GROUP

PLEASE ENTER GENDER FOR TX54

MALE
FEMALE
_

PLEASE ENTER PREFERRED GENDER FOR GROUP

MALES
FEMALES
MIX
_

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Jason knew that Whitney wasn't too keen on females so he picked MALES.

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WELCOME SUBJECT TX53 AND GROUP

YOUR PREFERENCES HAVE BEEN CONFIRMED PLEASE READ AND AGREE TO THE TERMS OF SERVICE TO CONTINUE

READ TERMS OF SERVICE_

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Jason quickly skimmed through the service agreement, it covered many topics including confidentiality, liability and product satisfaction. Aside from the various sexual references involving being disease free and clean it was like any other contract he'd read before. After Jason pressed the option AGREED the door to the next room unlocked.

 

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All of this cloak and dagger stuff was driving Whitney crazy.

"Wait, this is a sex club?" Mask on, Whit gasped, her arm wrapped tight around Jason's and she pressed closely against him as he entered the codes. She couldn't quite see the small writing on the screen as he was slightly blocking things.

"What is it that you're doing there? Selling um, me to a um, group?" She started hyperventilating.

"Did you sneak off to a hash bar without me?" She was puzzled and getting a bit steamed as her normally rather verbose husband was clamming up.

"Jason, I'm not stepping through that door unless you give me an explanation!"

 

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Jason Bell

Whitney seemed quite frustrated by Jason's less than vague explanation but he was almost as much in the dark as her. Never in his life did he ever think he would be involved in such an elusive scheme. Yet the deeper they delved into the unknown the more he wanted. Jason stepped through the door and looked back at his apprehensive wife.

"This is it sweety, this is the moment of your life where you make that pivotal decision. Yes this is a sex club and it seems I am selling you to a group of strangers for the night. I still love you and will be here with you every step of the way." he explained openly. Jason held his hand out to her.

"Will you join me for possibly the greatest thrill of our lives, or would you prefer to go back to the dull boring monotony of before. I've made my decision, it's time to make yours." he offered.

 

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She did not say a word. She just started at her husband through her mask and through his that he had just slipped on. She looked at him deep, as deep as one could given the circumstances.

Her hand reached up and touched his neck under his mask. Her soft skin rubbing against his stubble. She retreated, pulling her hand back and shifted her weight.

She turned towards the door and walked through, into the club.

 

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Jason Bell

Jason smiled inwardly at her acceptance of his proposal, he hoped his over enthusiastic approach to broadening their sexual horizons was not a mistake.

"You won't regret this sweety." He commented confidently trying to hide his own apprehension.

The next door opened up into a short hallway ending in a double set of elevator doors. The glowing red outline of a single button was positioned on the side wall. Jason pressed the button, it glowed brightly and the doors creaked open, he lead his wife inside the lift and pressed another similar looking button once inside. The doors shut behind them and the elevator descended into the depths of Obsidian. Jason tried to estimate how deep underground they had been taken but with no external cues, there was no frame of reference for him to measure by.

The elevator shook as it reached its destination and the doors opened slowly. Jason and his wife were greeted with the overpowering smell of disinfectant and sanitiser. They stepped through the doors into a room much larger than the previous. It was at least four times larger with doors lining all of the walls. in the center of the room sat a small console.

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WELCOME TO OBSIDIAN

ENTER YOUR SUBJECT CODE_

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Jason entered his code again.

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WELCOME SUBJECT TX53 AND GROUP

YOUR SESSION CODE FOR TONIGHT IS:

IK88765-2_

PLEASE PROCEED TO ROOM J7_

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Jason took note of the code and attempted to commit the number to memory. With the procedures they had already endured he felt that this information would become quite important later on. He looked over at the rows of doors the lined the room, each one had a letter and number plastered on the front. It would have taken him much longer to find their door but he quickly discovered that just above the door labeled J7 a small light was flashing intermittently.

Jason, with Whitney in tow walked over to the door, turned the knob and stepped through. They found themselves in another room not too dissimilar to a swimming pool change area. The door behind was not automatic and so Jason closed it behind him before investigating further. In the center of the room was a small wooden bench, on the left side sat five shower looking cubicles and on the right side several lockers lined the wall.

"All attendees are to strip down and place all their belongings into the designated lockers. Only Obsidian provided equipment is to be taken beyond this point. Once this task as been completed staff members will join you and administer the cleaning process." the voice was back again and no more friendly.

"Cleaning process? Oh well. Comon hun, we have to do what the creepy computer voice tells us." Jason commented and began to strip off.

 

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"Eh hem" The voice spoke up again rather out of character, "Just you, sir, not her, apologies for the inconvenience. Madame, please step through the doorway to your left and your escort will meet up with you later, perhaps"

The couple looked at each other and shrugged. They imagined it was out of place for the "voice" to speak out of "character" but, Jason would do the math in his head and figure that it probably wasn't every day that they had a beautiful woman like Whitney, an American no-less, in their midst.

Whit grabbed her husband and hugged him close. "Are you absolutely sure about this, you did your research, we're not going to wind up robbed and dead!?!?!?"

Jason nodded. "Go ahead, Whit. I have a feeling it's now or never." He saw a clock ticking down over the door through which she was supposed to go.

She bit her lip as she backed up towards the door and then turned around and walked through. She turned her head over her shoulder and said, "See you on the other side"

And with that, the door shut and the couple had been split apart.

 

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Jason Bell

As the door closed behind her Jason felt the nervousness creep back into his bones. It was the first time during the night that he and Whitney had been separated. Before he could contemplate it further the door opened and a naked woman stepped through. She was wearing a mask like his own and it had another code on it.

BR20

Jason was confused at first then he remembered about the 'cleaning process'. He felt slightly embarrassed at this point as he'd just finished removing his boxers and Whitney was the only woman that had seen him so naked aside from his own family. This woman, though not entirely unattractive lacked the usual features that he found appealing, she was tall, brunette and certainly more curvacious than his petite wife, she seemed completely at ease standing fully naked in front of him and waited while he gathered his pile of clothing on the floor.

"Ah...hi I'm Ja..I mean TX53, nice to meet you." he stammered out. He stepped toward her with his hand extended in a gesture of friendship. She ignored his hand and only stared at his clothing.

"Place your belongings in the provided lockers. When you are ready, go to one of the purification units." she commanded in a business like tone and gestured with each hand the location of both. Jason complied and opened the locker with the digital screen that displayed his code. Once he was done it locked immediately, Jason suddenly remembered Whitney's earlier words about getting robbed. It seemed an odd way to be mugged; voluntarily giving up ones possessions without the duress of injury or death.

Jason assured himself that it was unlikely, why would they go to all this trouble just to get their belongings? He walked over to one of the shower looking cubicles. Unlike the usual system he was used to, these cubicles had no visible spout for the shower head. Instead, thousands of tiny holes littered the walls and floor of the small confined space with a single rounded metallic button centered on the outer tiled wall. The mystery woman followed behind Jason, she stepped into the cubicle next to him lightly brushing her naked body against his. Jason had to curb his excitement for fear of being reprimanded, despite the environment of this supposed 'sex' club, he had no idea how this woman would react to his untimely arousal.

She reached over and pressed the button. With a loud hiss each of the holes emitted a tiny spray of warm water. It was an odd sensation, like a million needles were poking him all at the same time; it wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, just peculiar. Jason turned on the spot and placed his finger in one of the holes, the water pressure was decidedly strong yet not harmful. Before he could investigate further he felt soft hands gently caressing his back, Jason froze unsure of what to do. The woman must have noticed his plight.

"All attendees are to be washed and sanitised before entering the next area. I will ensure that this process is done correctly and according to regulations, please remain calm and standing during this time." She explained, though her voice held a strong tone of professionalism her hands told him an entirely different story. Jason remained as calm as he could, she worked her hands across his back and along his shoulders. Her hands trailed downward avoiding his back side and then softly cleaned the back half of his legs. When she was finished with them she stood back up. With her hands on his shoulders she guided his body to turn around and face her.

By now her ministrations had caused his member to stand semi erect, Jason was too embarrassed to look at her directly as she began the uncomfortably pleasant cleaning process again. Luckily she started with his face and Jason had to close his eyes for her to continue, his eyes remained shut as she worked her way around his neck down and along his chest and stomach. She avoided his growing manhood and continued the process along the front of his legs and finally his feet.

By this point he believed himself to be finished. Perhaps if he were a participant they would possibly do more but since he was an observer he would only be watching. Jason dared a peek and saw that she was still kneeling in front of him with his handsome erection just above her head. He felt her hands work their way up the insides of his legs, he thought she would stop at his groin but received unexpected shock when on of her soft hands delicately cupped his hanging balls. He jumped slightly at the action but quickly steeled himself again. This was a sex club after all, it wasn't the time to get all prudish. She massaged his sack more thoroughly than he had ever done himself. By now his member stood at full mast, Jason no longer cared for propriety and only counted the seconds before he would feel her supple hands around his shaft.

Sure enough she didn't disappoint. Her hands grasped his pulsating member and stroked him in a nice steady rhythm, her thumb encircled the tip of his penis with amazing precision as Jason fought back his grunts of pleasure. He managed to pull his mind from the overwhelming sensations long enough to look down again. Her face and body remained mostly passive and although she seemed completely uninterested by the task, she was most certainly generating the effect he desired. Jason felt the the pressure build up along the center of his shaft, his breathing rapidly increased and his body began to shake with the beginnings of his climax.

Abruptly, she stopped her strokes, starving him of his orgasm. Jason groaned audibly in frustration and swiftly caught his breath. He gazed down at her to see if there were some obstruction to her continued assault, there was none, she merely sat there with her hand still lightly around his member. When his body calmed and his mind returned to thinking capacity she resumed her stroking. Again she brought him to the peak of his release only to let it fall away, she did this again three more times before she seemed satisfied. With one last wipe of his tip she cleaned away the leak of pre-cum using the spray of water to help with her efforts. Jason decided in his own mind that it was probably a work-related procedure; make sure they were clean but under no circumstance are they to be relieved. Thankful that she was done Jason moved to leave the cubicle she kept him inside however and turned him around again so his backside was facing her head.

He felt her hands massage his buttocks in an up and down motion, thinking that she wouldn't venture further he clenched his muscles tightly whilst she worked. It seemed he was wrong. Her soft hands glided along his cheeks and slowly coaxed their way between them. Before long he felt the tell tale signs of fingers and hands cleaning him very thoroughly, if not for the constant stream of misty water, this particular portion would have been far more uncomfortable. As a final gesture he felt her small lithe finger press into his rear hole.

"Woah, hang on." Jason commented and pulled away. He was most certainly not used anything entering that particular orifice.

"Calm yourself sir, this procedure is entirely routine. Just relax and it will be over soon." She replied and pulled him back toward her. It seemed that Jason had no choice and tried in vain to keep himself relaxed as she probed him. After a short time his body accommodated her invading digit, no longer was it as uncomfortable as before, in fact he was beginning to even enjoy it. He felt his member rise to full attention once again.

After the intense cleaning of his backside she stood up and manipulated the button in the center of the unit differently. The water stopped and was immediately replaced by the loud shrieking sound of high powered air. The woman turned him on the spot with his arms raised and ensure that he was completely dry before allowing him to leave. She guided him to the door she entered from and opened it. Jason had no idea what they were doing to Whitney during his own 'cleaning' but he hoped she enjoyed whatever they gave her as much as he did.

 

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Whitney's experience was much different, to say the least. As she passed through the door and through a black curtain she was blinded by the lights which were no brighter than your normal light but, being that she was in the dark for the past 15 minutes or so, a bit of adjustment was necessary. She was met by a young woman, scantily clad, English-speaking and polite.

"This way, follow me." She said in a bit of an accent and extended her hand.

Whitney followed her down some hallways and ultimately she was deposited in a small room. She was a bit hesitant to enter at first but when the young woman turned on the lights she saw a room that was something similar to a backstage dressing room. It was posh and comfortable with a fully stocked bar with more choices for beverages both alcoholic and non-alcoholic than one would dream of. Also all sorts of snacks.

"Stay here, relax, freshen up. Your turn soon." The woman was not much for small talk, rather cold, perhaps German. She didn't know.

"Oh, that no bother, her fantasy." She pointed to a closed circuit TV which displayed a woman hogtied getting beaten by a group of people taken turns with riding crops. "For each, her own." She muttered and shrugged before exiting the room and closing the door.

This left Whitney in silence with her own thoughts for a while. Was this the right choice? Had they gone too far? Was this too risky? Could she do it? Where was Jason? Was he OK?

She sat on a couch, brought her knees to her chest and twisted her hair.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Jason Bell

The black satiny curtain rubbed against Jason's freshly cleaned naked body. The soft tantalising touch in no way helped him relax his unsatisfied hardened member. Luckily for him the white lighting that assaulted his eyes in the corridor were so blinding that he felt his desire immediately being ripped away.

Perhaps that was it's purpose or perhaps they had run out of dim lighting? In either case it took him a short time to readjust and find his guide. She was already much further ahead, most likely used to the sudden change in lighting conditions.

She led him to another room that once again had the lighting from the previous locations. This room was elongated and had rows upon rows of clothing. Men's clothing. His guide turned suddenly causing him to nearly run to her, Jason stammered an apology before she spoke to him again.

"Please pick your attire for this evening then step into the next room." She explained and pointed toward the opposite end to another door. Before Jason could ask her anymore questions she brushed past him, purposely rubbing herself against him.

Jason looked over at the various shelves vying over his choice of clothing. Colour would not be a difficult choice as everything was black including the underwear, he was quite reluctant to wear second hand briefs but seeing as how they were so thorough with his 'cleaning' he could only assume that everything here was completely sterile. They were well stocked and in the end he opted for a simple black T-shirt and black jeans.

Upon completing the redressing he proceeded through to the next room. He was completely surprised to see several other people in front of him. It was of course the first time, aside from the staff member, that he'd seen anybody else. The room was set up like a movie theater with rows and rows of comfortable looking chairs. A large white screen took up one side of the room and a projector was displaying a pornographic scene complete with surround sound.

The woman on the screen was tied down and being slapped repeatedly with riding crops by a group of people. The room she was in was dimly lit like all the others in the club which made him wonder whether this was actually happening in the club now or if it were just form of warm up entertainment.

Jason couldn't help but get slightly aroused by the scene and was grateful that he was now clothed. The rest of the patrons were also dressed in a similar manner to him. All of them were male, equipped with masks and wearing black, some had opted for a formal suit but essentially it was like he'd been initiated into a secret handshake club. Only none of them acknowledged his presence to offer a handshake, they all seemed completely enamoured by the screen in front. Hushed whispers could be heard and he could see that some of them were conversing with each other privately.

Jason looked to the back of the room and spied one of the others pouring what appeared to be a drink. The overwhelming desire to feel the warm soothing effect of alcohol running through ones system rumbled throughout his body. He ignored the screen for the moment and made his way to the back, its was a self service bar with a wide selection of beverages. He opted for two shots of Russian spirits followed by a glass of his favourite rum.

Since there seemed to be no other activity to partake in Jason found an unoccupied seat and sat down to enjoy the entertainment.

 

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Whitney sat alone in that room for at least another 10 minutes, however, to her it felt like an hour. She sat on that couch watching that poor girl get beaten, albeit playfully, but she still limped off at the end rubbing the red marks on her rear and thighs.

Whitney wondered how long it would be before that girl would walk or sit comfortably. At least a few days. Maybe a week. And then wondered why anyone would find such pleasure in pain.

She wasn't left to think for long as the young woman soon returned. "Your turn, Miss. Ready for your dreams to come true?" The girl rolled her eyes, she knew exactly what was to become of Whitney, what she desired, or better yet what Jason desired for her. But she didn't pass judgement. She was well accustomed to such things, in fact, this was far more normal than most.

"Um, I guess." Whitney sat there still.

"Well, up with you now. Come." The woman barked.

Whitney was directed down another hallway, taking about as long as it was from the entrance to her "dressing room". The girl opened the door and let her walkthrough and then it was shut behind her. The room was pitch black for a moment and then with a loud noise a spotlight shined in highlighting a single chair in the middle of the room. It took Whit a few seconds to adjust and to realize that this was the same room that the young whipping girl had resided a few minutes prior.

"Good evening, gentleman!" A voice came through the loudspeaker and another set of lights popped on shinning on a masked and cloaked audiends. Was Jason out there? There was no way to know, they all looked the same.

"I introduce you to our next guest." The voice continued. "She is a 32 year old, American, married female. She is an attorney by trade, yes, quite the professional career woman. No one would think that she would be here in Amsterdam tonight, nor will she be here for very long either. She has requested one night of anonymous interaction with the highest bidding group. Is that right, my dear...?"

"Um....yeah...yes..." The voice was silent for a moment after Whitney's reply making her feel rather uncomfortable.

"One last detail before we begin the bidding process, her husband is among you in the audience. He has requested to watch this interaction and perhaps participate if the bidding party permits. He was the one who arranged this visit so he should be praised for his willing cuckholdry." The crowd chuckles a bit some looking around to see who isn't laughing so they could isolate the lone man. Yet it was dark enough in the viewing room that Jason could hide.

"Please turn around." The voice then said. Whitney sat there not knowing what was happening.

"Miss, please turn around. Give the gentlemen a little look at you. Do a turn." She stood up and did a quick turn.

"That will have to do. Well gentlemen, you all know the rules. The bidding starts at $10,000 euro. As custom, if it gets to $50,000 euro she will be required to disrobe for further examination. At $100,000 euro one member of your bidding party will be able to request a one-on-one examination. At $500,000 euro, any group willing to pay that price will get one evening with the young lady."

"Ready?" There was a loud bang as if a gavel was striking a table and that was exactly what it was. The bidding had begun and Whitney could barely catch her breath as she sat there listening along to what was going on.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Jason Bell

When the movie session faded to black Jason sat quietly in the dark room with an uncomfortable erection pressed between his crossed legs. The volume of conversations between the others had increased and several had gotten up to raid the bar. A few minutes later the screen flashed and a set of text was now displayed.

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Session IK88765-2:
Individual Female for Male Group
Room: C48
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Jason saw the code and searched his memory. It was time, the code referred to Whitney's session. Several of the men in the room looked over at the screen, confirmed with each other and proceeded to leave the room. Jason followed them out and down the hallways looking over at each room number as they passed them, he was trying to imagine how large the underground building was but because of the slight disorientation of being moved from one room to the next he just couldn't fathom it. The men around him appeared to be regulars and continued to chat and laugh as they moved through the darkened complex.

C48

They had arrived, the lead man eased open the door and allowed the rest to enter. The room inside was similar to the movie theater set up from before, rows of seats were aligned against each other but instead of observing a screen there was a single chair sitting at the end facing the precession. Once they were all inside and seated the lighting dimmed even further leaving the room almost pitch black.

After what seemed like an eternity the silhouette of a woman could be seen entering the room. Although Jason couldn't see her at this point he was certain it was Whitney. A much brighter iris friendly spot light beamed on the chair, she sat down gingerly as the voice explained the conditions of the bidding. At the mention of husband Jason remained as passive as possible, the rest of the men seemed completely unconcerned that the he was amongst them. When the voice finished he could hear the chatter between them now as they spoke about her as if she weren't even in the room.

"I like blondes, especially when they scream as I pull on their hair." One exclaimed in a British accent. His group chuckled loudly. Jason shuddered slight at his remark, even though he and Whitney had begun to open their sexual experiences beyond the usual, never once had he pulled on her hair to hurt her. The same man spoke up shortly after.

"Ten thousand says she screams for me." He bided. A screen above them lit up with the number and a code which Jason assumed to be the man's code.

"Look at those lips, I bet she takes cock like a whore. Twenty thousand." Another from his right called out, most likely German. Although the derogatory comment would normally annoy him, Jason only found himself in slight agreement, his wife was most certainly very good at giving oral pleasure.

"She wouldn't even be able find your little prick. Leave this one for the big boys. Thirty thousand" The first man called back laughing with his friends.

"My friends, she is not after one cock she is after many. We can provide one monster cock for each of her cute little holes. Fifty thousand!" A third party entered the bid, his voice was strongly accented and Jason guessed him to be French.