" She looked at the lanky man who spoke. His hands slipped down to the front of his trousers and rubbed the bulge of his stiffening prick."On the bed....A hand pushed her down and she fell, her hair akimbo around her naked neck, the nightgown exposing her trembling thigh. Horrified, she watched as the skinny man unzipped his pants and pulled out a thin, dirt-blackened penis. Thick, pus-colored slime oozed around the head of his swollen penis as he peeled back the loose foreskin."Pretty, ain't. Traci.I could kill Robbie and drop her body in the canyon.I could kill Robbie and leave her body in the desert to mummify.I could... I could... "Would you two like to be alone?" I asked softly.Robbie was grinning. I knew it without having to see her face. "I thought Traci deserved a reward after her song tonight." I could leave," I offered. Traci stopped what she was doing and lifted her head toward me, though I couldn't see her face."Don't be silly," she said."Traci and I..."Robbie laughed. My husband is my Master.” She said. She took a deep breathe and continued: “Right now it’s the monthly torture night. That you’re here in this room means you must love cruel and harsh torture too. Cause women on the stage are all tortured hard to entertain the rich and perverted men and women. They pay a lot of money to see women tortured harder then in “normal” bdsm clubs. It’s an exclusive club where it’s hard to get into as a member. Two or three slave girls are tortured during these events. Night would be long for sure.I must have dosed off at some point because I was awaken in the middle of the darkness by the noise of the door being opened. Ana walked in and she joined me outside, sitting down on my lap and giving me a deep kiss. I could notice a salty taste on her mouth. She told me she had enjoyed a good time. My hard on was close to explode and she told me she would take care of that later. She then proceeded to tell me about her night:“When we got to his room, Travis poured.