"Excuse me, are you Mr. Henderson?"
I looked up from my video poker game. "Yes..."
A black man, wearing a security guard uniform was standing next to me. His name tag said 'Phillip'. "Mr. Henderson, your wife has taken ill. We'd like to take you to her."
"Of course." I quickly cashed out and followed the security guard through the casino.
"Your wife is okay Mr. Henderson. She's in the back in our infirmary."
He swiped his card on a door and we entered a long hallway. I noticed cameras everywhere. All the doors had card access like in a hotel and several also had keypads. We came to one with placard that said Medical and the security guard swiped his badge and then pressed numbers in the keypad. A little light blinked red.
"Damn," he said. He tried again with the same result.
I started to get a little anxious. Another security guard approached from a side hallway. "Hey Dan," said my escort, "can you see if you can open this door?"
"Sure," said Dan.
Phillip moved back and Dan leaned over and swiped his card. I watched intently, anxious to see my wife. Suddenly I felt a prick on my arm and looked at Phillip. He had just stabbed a needle in my arm. "What the?" I stammered. Both men took an arm as the door opened.
"Don't worry Mr. Henderson; it's sort of a muscle relaxant."
Firmly holding my arms, they led me into what appeared to be some kind of control room. There were several blank TV monitors along one wall and what looked like a sound mixing station in the corner. "What's going on? What is this?" I said. My legs felt kind of rubbery and they helped me into a chair. "Where's my wife?"
"In a moment Mr. Henderson you'll see your wife," the black man said kindly.
They gently pulled my arms behind my back and I felt handcuffs click around my wrists.
"Sorry about this Mr. Henderson. We don't want you to get hurt."
"What do you mean? Where's my wife?" I was starting to slur. I couldn't move my legs or my arms. "What have you done to m, m, me?" I managed to get out before Phillip put a gag in my mouth and tied it behind my neck. The second guard went over to the consoles and began flipping switches.
"Relax Mr. Henderson," said Phillip, "you'll be able to see your wife in a minute. Here, let's lean your head back." He leaned my head back against the back of the chair and I stared at the bank of three TV screens that began to come to life one at a time. The screens displayed a fairly large room with what looked like twenty or more elegantly dressed couples quietly sitting around two sides of the room. All of them were wearing fancy full or partial face masks. Several large TV monitors were on in the room and all were focused on a door off to the side.
Dan quietly spoke into a microphone which came out the speakers in the other room. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have chosen a young couple from the Midwest to be the subjects for this evening entertainment. Mr. Henderson is a respected banker in their hometown and his wife, Melody, works at home taking care of their two young children, Timmy and Margaret, who are with their grandparents while the Henderson's take a little Las Vegas holiday that they won on a local radio station."
All of the TV screens showed our latest family photo. I wanted to scream but all that came out was mumbled. Then the TV pictures went to a picture of Melody in a bikini taken ten years ago. "At eighteen Mrs. Henderson was second runner up for Miss Dairyland," continued Dan. "She should have won, don't you think?"
I saw several heads nodding agreement in the audience. "Although this picture was taken ten years ago, the years have been good to her," he went on. Half of the TV's kept the picture of her in her bikini and the other half switched to a collage of very recent shots of her working out in the gym in a brown leotard and tights. Her medium length blond hair was tied back in a ponytail and she looked like every man's dream. Then several screens shifted to a video of her leaving the gym and walking confidently to our minivan. A handsome young man walked by and they smiled at each other, but as he walked past we could see him turn his head back to admire her long legs and firm butt.
The camera zoomed in on her face as she unlocked the side door of the van and slid it open; then shifted to her ass when she leaned in to place her gym bag between the kid's car seats. A murmur went through the audience in the room while she remained bent over adjusting things.
"What in the hell is going on?" I wanted to scream, but it came out muffled through the gag.
Then Phillip said, "I'll bet you're wondering about all this aren't you. You see Mr. Henderson you two didn't really win the radio contest for an all expense paid vacation to Vegas. Well you didn't win it fair and square anyway." He paused for a moment. "You see we picked you." He didn't say anything else, just turned back to look at the monitors as more images of my wife appeared. Shots from the grocery store with the kids to all of us at the lake with her wearing that hot one piece that didn't leave much to the imagination.
How did they know all of this? I tried to ask, but I found that the words that came out around the gag were so badly slurred that they made no sense. Whatever drug that they injected me with was affecting my speech as well.
Phillip said to me while he watched the TV monitors. "Mr. Henderson the drug we gave you will keep you from moving for awhile. Later on we will give you another injection to counteract the first and then you can go join your wife." He continued, "You might be wondering why we chose you tonight?" He looked at me like he expected an answer. "First it's because your wife is a totally hot. And second, it's because you and your wife have everything to lose if you talk about tonight with anyone after we let you go."
Then Bob spoke into the microphone and I heard if from the speakers on the wall. "I know that you all have seen some of these picture before in the prospectus..."
"What prospectus?" I cried to myself.
Phillip continued, "You also might be wondering why we've brought you in here to watch. It's because it's important that you see what happens tonight so that you will know how damaging it would be to your reputation if videos were sent to the wrong people."
Bob's voice continued from the speakers in the room, "But we want to ensure you that Mr. and Mrs. Henderson are not actors; nor are they in the trade; nor employees of ours. They thought that they had won an all expense paid Vegas vacation package and had no idea that they were brought here for your entertainment pleasure. Now it's time to introduce you to our special guest tonight."
A door opened and my wife was led into the room by two beautiful naked women. One of the women was very shapely; the other was slim with small breasts. My wife's hands were behind her back with some kind of leather cuffs. She was blindfolded with a black cloth that was tied behind her head and there was a similar gag in her mouth.
