Story description: An abducted family is coerced to perform in a live incestuous sex show. The story continues from chapter two.
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The Director's Gambit
...in the meantime, two continental states away and in a large chamber located at the top of a high-rise. A couple of unrelated yet familiarly linked events were taking place.
A man sluggishly awoke and wobbled his head to each side.
He opened his teary sleep crusted eyes.
It took several moments for blurry shapes with jumbled colors to materialize.
At the same instance, his thoughts were muddled like a person waking from an anesthetic dream.
He felt queasy as if he'd been fed stale mayonnaise mixed with uncooked beef hash. There was an urge to vomit, but an object obstructed his mouth and halted the attempt. That realization drove him to panic.
He barreled out a series of grunts and thrashed against his restraints. The surge of adrenalin awakened him into alertness.
He eventually ceased the futile struggle and focused his eyes upon his surroundings.
His immediate attention was upon himself.
He was naked and strapped to some type of awkward chair with adjustable levers and strange gadgets. Seeing an assortment of large phallic shaped devices attached to pivotal arms encourage a fearful scream. That vociferous cry was muffled by a black leather ball-gag.
Once again, he tested his restraints with vigor while casting his eyes outward. He noticed two men. He recognized them as the goons that abducted him and his family a couple of weeks ago. They sat a distance away, one on each side of him. Each man operated a studio-sized video camera that ran along a motorized track which was capable of filming 360 degrees.
Glancing to his left, his eyes widened.
There sat an audience of fourteen gawking men and six women dressed in business attire. Seated in comfortable theatre chairs, they whispered among themselves. To his right was a large mirror that covered the entire wall. It reflected his naked form.
For the past two weeks, he'd been confined to a well-furnished cell and kept isolated. The only contact with his captors were trays of healthy food and drink that were slid through a wide pivoting slot built into the door.
During that time, he'd been given time to think and agonize. Like then, he now experienced vague flashes of memory of being rushed by a group of men and being pricked with a needle. He remembered his dreary eyes opening once as he and his unconscious family were dumped into a van.
Why? Where was his family? He was horrified to know those answers.
Whatever malicious intent these people planned, he knew it was sexual in nature. He had only to look at himself and the various vulgar contraptions to know what they portended.
He jerked when the door opened ahead of him.
A rotund man wearing a grey business suit entered and confidently strode towards him. The man's eyes showed intelligence, determination, and a glint of lunacy. The fat man smiled as he approached.
Without a word, the man crossed his arms to appraise him.
After several moments, the man gave greeting. "Hello George Pippin, I'm pleased you've awakened. I apologize, but I was overseeing preparations in the adjacent room. No doubt, you're wondering about your predicament. Or should I say worrying...
"The answer's simple. Retribution.
"You're guilty of embezzling a huge sum of money from the company you worked for. The evidence was quite substantial and verified. You've spent it all on lavish family vacations, new cars, etc... This ill-gotten wealth was enjoyed by your family, so they've become conspirators in your crime.
"Unfortunately for you, I'm a silent partner in the company you embezzled from.
"Know that I'm all about justice. I've already reimbursed the money you stole. There are no flags of your crime. No investigation will be forthcoming. No one will question your disappearance and that of your family.
"For purpose of a monolog, I own you and your family until the debt is paid in full.
The bound man wailed and then made a frenzied attempt to break his restraints.
Ignoring the interruption, the amused man continued his prologue.
"We've emptied your home of all valuables. I do admit being surprised that you owned very little considering the exorbitant sum you stole. Apparently, you've masterfully hidden that ill-gotten wealth.
"Counting asset depreciation, operational and living expenses related to your stay here, it'll be a number of years before your commitment is paid. However, you have my word, fulfill your obligation and you'll be released. There are ways to shorten that time, but it'll require intense dedication on your family's part. In truth, this is your fault. I simply won't accept responsibility for what's about to happen.
"Now the big question. How will you pay me back? The answer—show-business, with emphasize on
show
. Pretend that you and your family have joined a circus and are now performers for a discreet audience.
"George, I see your horrid expression, you're a rather smart man to deduce where this is going."
The large man then pushed an odd metallic dildo attached to a rotary arm. It squeaked as it swiveled to the side. He leaned in, stared into George's widened eyes, and continued by saying, "Seems obvious doesn't it, but you're probably wrong in your analysis. You're not a one-man show. These gadgets aren't for you. I'm only using the chair. What I have in mind is far more perverse than imagined. After all, my clients have tastes for specific types of entertainment.
"From this point onward, I'm to be addressed as the Director. I'm the man in charge. I enjoy a hands-on approach, so I often choreograph performances myself."
The Director then pulled back and casually pointed a finger at George's limp dick and said, "We should fix that shouldn't we."
After flipping a lever, the man swiveled George around to face the wall-sized mirror. With a click, he readjusted it into a seated position. Next, the Director flicked a switch that lit the chamber on the other side. He then said, "Perhaps watching this performance will elevate you."
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Chamber Two
In a large plexiglass framed chamber, a naked middle-aged woman squatted beside her 25-year old son. She worked frantically on the metal bindings that secured him to a plush narrow mattress in the center of the room. Unsuccessful and flustered from the effort, she stood and yelled at the people seated on the periphery of the clear wall.
That audience was comprised of both men and women dressed in business attire. They sat gawking at her discomfiture with expressions of anticipation and appalling smiles. They were unmoved by her outrage and laughed when she thumped her fists repeatedly against the barrier.
After a time, the bottom of her feet ached from the wire mesh that covered the entirety of the cement floor. It was like thick chicken wire and it added to the feeling that they were caged animals.
It took the anxious voice from her son to calm her. She collapsed beside him and wept.
Janice cried over their current predicament and over the memories of what she'd endured for the past two weeks. Although she hadn't been touched, she'd been tormented just the same. She hadn't yet defined the reason for her abductor's methods other than it led to sexual deviancy. The experience had left her shaken and ashamed.
The first week, while confined to a small room, she'd been forced to watch a varied mix of disgusting porn videos. They streamed in an incessant loop on all four walls and the ceiling. Even closing her eyes gave no solace. Hearing the lustful yelps, slurping, sucking, and fucking caused her to visualize the scenes. There was no escape from those relentless acts of debauchery. She couldn't comprehend the purpose other than it was meant to drive her mad. She'd do anything to make it stop.
When given the option to masturbate to dick pics every three hours, she agreed. It provided a reprieve from the persistent insanity.
What had started with a variety of all shapes and sizes, ended with her orgasming to a set of just one. By the end of that week, it was only that one.
To her dismay, she touched herself anytime she viewed or visualized that cock. It had gradually become a conditional response that gave pleasure. Her dreams were now filled with it.
