Instead of gaining freedom Vanna merely
advanced to the next stage of their pleasure. One of the men placed an iron
collar around her neck. A long chain was attached before she was released from
She was prodded towards a smaller room. Twice
she slowed but electricity jolted her to a faster pace. The room was even
darker than the dungeon. At first she could see nothing, but as her eyes adjusted
to the darkness she noticed floodlights.
They were suspended from the ceiling and focused on a bed in the middle
of the room.
Vanna heard a familiar voice. Reggie was
back. He said nothing to her but he was carrying the coin again. Slowly he carressed the coin and the pain
inflicted by torture began to disappear. Warmth raced through her limbs and her
body once again responded to his thoughts.
Reggie made a slight wave and floodlights
splashed across the bed. A cameraman sat on a platform behind two cameras
waiting for a signal. “Action, please,” Reggie said loudly and nodded to the
waiting men. They took her, one by one, exploring and dominating her.
There was a thirty minute break and then they
were at her two at a time. For the finish all three were there, using her and
enjoying all she had to offer.
During that time there were voices and
laughter and shadowy shapes that appeared and disappeared. But Vanna was beyond all reasoning and beyond
any experiences she had ever had. She
could not push away nor did she want to.
While Reggie held the coin she had no choice but to submit and enjoy.
Wave after wave of passion swept over her as she made love again and again. Within
each moment she found pleasure.
She awoke to find herself alone, exhausted,
and filled with sadness. In the back of
her mind were dim memories of a world that had changed overnight. She began sobbing uncontrollably. Her plans
to use him had failed miserably. She had
been used instead.
Stumbling around she found her way back to
his office without encountering anyone.
Her clothes were scattered about just as she had left them. Hastily she slipped them on. She wanted to
slip away, take a shower, drink some tea, and think. She was disoriented and confused.
Worse yet, she had little knowledge about
last night. She only had vague
recollections about the music, the liquid, Reggie, and the three men. She was terribly disgraced. There was nothing she could do to change
anything. What words could she say when there was nothing left but pain? How
could she stay when there was nothing left to gain? For her, life’s meaning was slowly slipping
down the drain.
She took one last look around the room. A
small gleam from Reggie’s desk caught her eye.
She moved towards it. A coin! He
had left a coin on his desk. She quickly
put it into her pocket and headed out the door.
A woman stopped her before she got very far.
Sternly she said, “It’s time you left.
There’s nothing here for you.
Life will go on after you’re gone.”
“What about my job?” Vanna wailed. “Where is he?”
For the first time Vanna realized how
desperate she sounded. She dug into her
pockets searching for a tissue. Her
fingers touched the coin.
The woman’s demeanor was immediately
different and her tone of voice softened.
“I’m sorry, Miss. He’s gone. Last
night several people packed up everything and left. When I came in this morning everything was
gone except for you. You must have had
one fine time last night.”
Vanna was stunned by what she heard. Everything had happened so quickly. She could remember little of last night, except
for shapes and voices. But as her
fingers played with the coin her memory began to clear. This coin had kept her under a spell. It had power to make her do things she didn’t
want to do.
With growing excitement it finally dawned on
her. She had the coin! He could not control her if she had the coin. At first
that was all that mattered to her. She
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