Chapter 13: The Velvet Ordeal
The sleek black car swallowed the quiet suburban streets, tires whispering on asphalt. Inside, the air hung thick with the cloying scent of sex, leather, and spent adrenaline. Gail sat rigidly in the backseat, the cold luxury leather stinging the raw skin of her ass and inner thighs. Every bump jolted through her, a fresh reminder of the brutal stretching, the savage filling Josh and James had administered. Beside her, Sarah shifted, the sound of fishnet snagging on the seat loud in the silence. Gail could feel the heat radiating from the other woman, smell the musk of James still clinging to her. Sarah leaned back, a low, satisfied hum vibrating in her throat. Her fingers, tipped with chipped black polish, traced idle circles on her own thigh, dangerously close to the wet patch staining the dark leather skirt.
"Comfy, nanny?" Sarah murmured, her voice a velvet purr laced with malice. She didn't turn her head.
Gail clenched her jaw, the pink leather collar suddenly tight. She stared straight ahead, watching the blur of dark trees give way to the sodium glare of the city outskirts. Her cuffed hands rested uselessly in her lap, the fine chain connecting them to her collar cool against her skin. She didn’t answer.
"You look tense," Sarah continued, her smirk audible. "Nervous about the Velvet Room? Don't worry, sweetie. The men there... they appreciate enthusiasm. Or desperate willingness." She chuckled softly. "Just try to keep up. Wouldn't want Mr. Scott disappointed because his little wanna-be slut choked on the first real cock she sees."
Gail’s knuckles whitened. She focused on the back of Josh’s head, the familiar curl of his brown hair above the driver’s seat headrest. His. That was the only thing that mattered. Winning this for him. Proving she wasn't just the nanny. She was his slut. His champion. She swallowed hard, the ghost of Josh’s cock forcing its way into her ass making her wince.
"Enough chatter, Sarah," James grunted from the front passenger seat, peering at his phone’s pale glow. "Save your energy for performance. Both of you."
Josh didn't speak. His eyes, reflected in the rearview mirror, met Gail’s for a fleeting, unreadable moment before flicking back to the road. The intensity of that glance sent a fresh tremor through her.
The city swallowed them. Neon signs bled color onto wet pavement. The car slowed, turning down an unremarkable side street lined with older brick buildings. It stopped before an unmarked black door nestled between a shuttered pawn shop and a noisy dive bar. The only indication was a small, discreet plaque: The Velvet Room. Members Only.
Josh killed the engine. The sudden silence was profound. "Out," he ordered, his voice flat.
James exited first, opening Sarah’s door. He grabbed the ring on her heavy black collar, hauling her out with a grunt. Josh got out, circled the car, and yanked open Gail’s door. The cold, damp night air hit her like a physical blow. Before she could move, Josh’s hand closed around the chain dangling from her pink collar. He pulled.
She stumbled out, her white boots slipping slightly on the damp sidewalk. He didn’t let go of the chain, using it to steer her towards the black door. James had Sarah similarly leashed. Josh pressed a buzzer beside the unmarked entrance. A small camera lens above it glinted red.
A moment later, the door clicked open, revealing a sliver of deep crimson darkness and a massive bouncer in an impeccably tailored tuxedo. His eyes, cold and appraising, swept over the two bound women, lingering on their exposed skin, the collars, the torn fishnet. A flicker of something – recognition? Approval? – passed over his impassive face as he saw Josh and James.
"Mr. Scott. Mr. Vance," the bouncer rumbled, his voice surprisingly smooth. "Your booth is ready. The curtain is rising soon." He stepped aside.
Josh and James led their charges forward. The door shut behind them with a heavy, final thud, sealing out the city.
Inside, the world shifted. The Velvet Room lived up to its name. Thick, blood-red velvet drapes covered every wall, absorbing sound and light. The air was warm, thick, and heavy with a complex perfume – expensive sandalwood and jasmine layered over something muskier, primal, the faint metallic tang of sweat and arousal. Subdued, sultry jazz music drifted from hidden speakers, barely audible over the low thrum of anticipation, the rustle of fabric, the clink of ice in glasses. Plush, oversized booths upholstered in the same deep velvet lined the periphery, their interiors shadowed, faces indistinct. A central stage, bathed in soft, rosy light, stood empty.
But Gail’s eyes were immediately drawn to the far end. A dozen men stood in a loose cluster beneath a brighter spotlight near the stage. They were a mix: some in sharp suits, others in worn leather jackets, varying ages and builds. Their collective gaze snapped towards the newcomers. Hungry. Predatory. Fixed on her and Sarah. Hands slid into pockets, adjusted ties, or flexed unconsciously. Gail felt their stares like physical touches, stripping away the torn fishnet, the leather skirt, leaving her naked and exposed. Her breath hitched, the collar chain suddenly feeling like a noose. Sarah, beside her, straightened her spine, thrusting her chest out slightly, making the silver chain between her nipple clamps jingle, a calculated chime in the tense quiet.
Josh gave Gail’s chain a sharp tug, pulling her towards the waiting group. James steered Sarah in tandem. They stopped a few feet away from the line of men. The spotlight intensified, pinning the two women in its harsh glow. The low thrum of conversation in the room died to a hush. All eyes were on them. On the stage.
"Gentlemen," Josh announced, his voice cutting through the silence, sharp and commanding. He let go of Gail’s chain and stepped back slightly, folding his arms. "Your entertainment has arrived. Two prime specimens, eager to demonstrate their... capacities. Sarah," he gestured with his chin, "a veteran of this stage, known for her stamina and enthusiasm." Sarah preened, a slow, sultry smile spreading across her face as she made deliberate eye contact with several men. "And Gail," Josh continued, his gaze landing on her, cold and assessing, "fresh meat. Untested in public. But keen to prove she’s more than just a pretty face."
A low murmur ran through the men. Gail felt a dozen pairs of eyes dissect her – her blonde hair, her wide blue eyes, her trembling lower lip, the way the rainbow fishnet clung to her trembling thighs, the pink collar like a brand. The man directly in front of her, tall and thickly built with a shaved head and heavy silver rings on his fingers, licked his lips. His cock was already visibly straining against his dark trousers.
"Prove it, then," the man rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly. He took a step forward, his hand dropping to his belt.
Josh gave a curt nod. "On your knees. Both of you. Let’s see who warms up faster."
Sarah dropped instantly, gracefully, spreading her knees wide on the plush carpet, her hands still cuffed but positioned deliberately to frame her crotch, the torn fishnet gaping to reveal her glistening, used holes. Her gaze was defiant, challenging, scanning the faces above her.
Gail hesitated. The carpet looked miles away. The eyes felt like lasers. Josh’s stare bored into the back of her skull. Win. For him. She forced her trembling legs to bend, lowering herself stiffly beside Sarah. The movement sent fresh aches radiating from her core. She spread her legs, mimicking Sarah, exposing herself. The cool air of the room kissed her wet, swollen pussy, making her flinch. The pink cuffs bit into her wrists.
The shaved-head man was already unzipping. His cock sprang free, thick, veined, uncut, the head dark and already slick with precum. It bobbed heavily, mere inches from Gail’s face. The musky scent of him filled her nostrils. He gripped the base, pointing it towards her mouth.
"Open wide, slut," the man commanded, his voice rough. It wasn't Josh's voice, but the authority, the expectation, was the same.
Before Gail could react, Josh’s hand was in her hair, fisting a handful of blonde strands. He yanked her head forward sharply. Pain sparked across her scalp. "You heard the man, Gail," Josh growled close to her ear, his breath hot. "Suck it. Show these gentlemen what a hungry little cocksucker you are."
Driven by the painful grip and the desperate need to please him, Gail opened her mouth. The thick head nudged her lips. She flinched at the salty tang of precum. Josh pushed her head down further. "Take it deep, whore. All of it."
The man’s cock filled her mouth, thick and unyielding, pressing down her tongue. She gagged instinctively. Josh held her head firm. "Swallow that gag, slut. Breathe through your nose." He forced her down further. The cockhead hit the back of her throat. Tears sprang to her eyes as her throat muscles convulsed. He held her there, impaled, letting her choke for a second before easing the pressure slightly. "Suck," Josh ordered.
Blindly, Gail obeyed, her cuffed hands useless in her lap. She moved her head as much as Josh's grip allowed, working her tongue along the shaft filling her mouth, sucking weakly at first, then with growing desperation as the need for air warred with the need to perform. Above her, the man grunted, shifting his stance. "Fuck yeah... tight little throat."
Beside her, Gail heard wet, enthusiastic slurping. Sarah was already bobbing energetically on a different cock, one hand of her cuffed pair reaching up to massage the man’s balls, her moans loud and theatrical.
"Look alive, Gail," James sneered from where he stood behind Sarah. "Sarah’s already got him leaking."
"Atta girl, Sarah," Josh murmured, his grip on Gail’s hair tightening almost painfully as he pushed her down again, forcing her to take the entire thick length. "See that, Gail? That’s how a real slut works a cock." He pulled her head back, letting her gasp for air, saliva and precum stringing from her lips to the glistening head. "Again. Deeper this time."
The man in front of Sarah groaned suddenly, his hips jerking. "Gonna fuckin’ blow!" he rasped.
Sarah pulled off his cock with an audible pop, her lips swollen and glistening. She tipped her head back, opening her mouth wide like a baby bird. "Give it to me, daddy! Coat my throat!"
With a strangled shout, the man grabbed his cock and sprayed thick, pearly ropes of cum across Sarah’s face. It splattered her forehead, her cheeks, her chin, landing on her tongue and dripping down onto her collarbone. Sarah moaned exaggeratedly, licking her lips, her tongue darting out to catch the streaks. "Mmm, delicious," she purred, making direct eye contact with Gail, a challenge blazing in her gaze even as cum dripped onto the velvet collar.
The shaved-head man in front of Gail gripped his cock tighter. "My turn, bitch." He pushed forward, and Josh slammed Gail’s head back down. She took him deep, gagging. This time, she felt the urgent pulse, the swell. He came hard, jets of hot, salty cum flooding her throat. She choked, swallowing convulsively, some escaping her nostrils, burning. Josh held her down until the last spurt, then yanked her head back. She coughed violently, cum dripping from her chin, tears streaming down her face, mixing with the mess.
"Messy," Josh commented dryly to James over the sound of her retching. "Sarah’s cleaner."
"Efficient," James agreed, watching as Sarah, still glazed, was already turning her open, expectant mouth towards the next man in line, who was already freeing his erection – shorter but fat, like a stubby mushroom.
Josh nudged Gail’s shoulder with his boot. "Next. And try to swallow this time, you disgusting pig."
The next man was lean, with nicotine-stained fingers. He didn’t wait for an invitation. He grabbed Gail’s face, his fingers digging into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, and shoved his cock in. It tasted sour. She gagged again, but Josh’s hand was back in her hair, holding her steady. "Suck, you useless cunt," he hissed.
Across the small space, Sarah was moaning theatrically as she deep-throated the thick cock. "Oh god, yes! Fuck my face! Use my whore mouth!" Her performance was flawless, her eyes rolling back in apparent ecstasy as she took every inch.
Gail tried to focus, tried to mimic the enthusiasm, but her jaw ached, her throat was raw, and the lingering taste of the previous man’s cum made her stomach churn. The man in her mouth started thrusting roughly, fucking her face with short, sharp jabs, hitting the back of her throat with each stroke. She gagged repeatedly, tears flowing freely. She heard James laugh.
"Sarah’s making her look like an amateur," James chuckled. "Listen to her."
Sarah’s moans crescendoed as the man she was servicing grunted and emptied himself down her apparently eager throat. She swallowed audibly, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk, showing a clean mouth. "Next!" she called out brightly, turning her cuffed hands towards another man.
The man in Gail’s mouth finished with a grunt, pulling out and spilling the last of his cum across her lips and chin. He stepped back, zipping up without a word. Gail slumped, spitting, wiping her face on her bound arm, her breathing ragged. She felt humiliated, degraded, outclassed.
Josh crouched down beside her. His face was close, his blue eyes cold chips of ice. "Pathetic," he breathed, the word a lash. "Is this the best my nanny can do? Sarah’s lapping you. You look like a scared rabbit trying to suck cock." He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. The contempt in his eyes was a physical blow. "Do you want to lose? Do you want to crawl back home knowing you’re just the boring little babysitter who couldn't cut it as a real slut?"
The words struck deep. Deeper than the cocks. The fear receded, drowned by a surge of desperate defiance. No. She wouldn't lose. Not to Sarah. Not in front of him. She met his gaze, a spark igniting in her bloodshot eyes. "No, Mr. Scott," she rasped, her voice shredded but fierce. "I want to win. Give me the next one."
Josh studied her for a long moment, a flicker of something – approval? – in the depths of his icy stare. He released her chin and stood. "Prove it."
The next man stepped forward. Older, pot-bellied, wearing a stained t-shirt. His cock was small, flaccid. He looked nervous. Gail didn't hesitate. Before he could speak or Josh could intervene, she lunged forward. She took his soft cock into her mouth, enveloping it completely. She swirled her tongue, sucked hard, her cuffed hands coming up to roughly grope his balls. He gasped, startled, then moaned as she worked him furiously. Within seconds, she felt him swell, harden in her mouth. She sucked harder, bobbing her head with frantic energy, making loud, wet, obscene noises. She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide, feigning desperate hunger.
"Fuck... yeah... like that..." the man groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. He started thrusting shallowly.
Gail pulled off just as he was about to come. "Not in my mouth," she panted, her voice rough but strong. She shoved her hips back, presenting her ass, the torn fishnet revealing her gaping, cum-slicked hole. "Fuck my ass. Wreck this asshole. Show me what you've got!"
The man needed no further invitation. He spat on his fingers, rubbed it roughly over his cockhead and her exposed hole, and shoved forward. Gail cried out
The older man’s thick cockhead popped past Gail’s loosened asshole with a wet squelch. He drove deeper with a single, brutal shove, burying himself to the hilt inside her raw channel. Gail’s cry wasn't just pain; it was a raw, guttural sound ripped from her chest, a mix of violation and furious determination.
"Fuckin' tight little ass whore!" the man grunted, his pot belly slapping against her fishnet-covered asscheeks as he started a rough, shallow rhythm. Gail clenched her teeth, pushing back against him, forcing herself to take the friction burning her insides. Across from her, Sarah gagged theatrically on a thick, dark cock, her eyes rolling back in a performance of ecstasy.
A tall figure moved into Gail’s blurred, tear-streaked vision. He wore expensive slacks and a predatory smirk. His hand, large and manicured, gripped a truly formidable cock, thick as her wrist and veined like granite, already weeping precum. He stroked it slowly, watching the man rutting into her ass. "Seems like a waste," he drawled, his voice smooth like expensive whiskey laced with venom. "Front hole’s going begging."
Before Gail could react, Josh’s boot nudged her shoulder. "Open wide for the gentleman, Gail," he commanded, his tone chillingly casual. "Show him how accommodating you are." The humiliation burned, hotter than the cock in her ass. She tilted her head back, opening her mouth, tasting the sour tang of the previous men still coating her tongue. The tall man didn’t hesitate. He shoved his heavy cockhead past her lips, forcing her jaw wide.
It was an instant, brutal invasion. His girth stretched her lips obscenely, filling her mouth completely, the salty-slick head immediately battering the back of her throat. She gagged violently, her body convulsing against the dual penetration – cock choking her throat, cock pistoning her ass. Spittle and tears dripped freely down her chin. The man fucking her ass groaned, spurred on by her tightness clamping around him as she choked. "Yeah, choke on it, bitch! Take it!"
The tall man above her began a relentless rhythm, fucking her face with long, deep strokes that forced her nose into his coarse pubic hair with every thrust. Each downward plunge felt like suffocation, her throat muscles spasming helplessly around the thick shaft. He held her head steady, his other hand gripping her blonde hair near the roots. Her vision darkened at the edges, reduced to the rhythmic, obscene blur of thrusts and the raw burn in her ass. She was a pinned, used thing, breath coming in desperate, whistling gasps through her flared nostrils whenever he pulled back slightly. Across the velvet-hung space, Sarah had two men now – one rutting into her cunt from behind while she deep-throated a third, her moans muffled but triumphant.
The fat man in Gail’s ass suddenly stiffened. "Gonna fuckin' fill this shithole!" he grunted, his thrusts turning frantic, shallow jabs. He slammed deep one last time, grinding his hips hard against her asscheeks. Gail felt the hot, sudden flood of cum jetting deep inside her colon, a thick, violating pulse that made her whimper around the cock stuffing her mouth. He gave a final, satisfied grunt, pulled out with a wet pop, and stepped back, already zipping up. Cum immediately leaked from Gail’s gaping, reddened hole, dripping down her trembling thighs onto the plush carpet. The tall man pulled his cock almost entirely from her mouth, leaving just the slick head resting on her tongue. Gail sucked in a ragged, shuddering breath, tasting salt, stale precum, and her own humiliation.
Her eyes, bleary and bloodshot, snapped towards the man who’d just vacated her ass. He was already disappearing into the dim periphery. Then she looked straight back at the newcomer stepping up behind her, eyeing her dripping asshole. Rage and a desperate need to prove herself flared white