Needs a title

Author’s note: This is becoming at least a novella…with another sub-plot that would be more violence and a little additional back-story but little sex. Part of the reason I’m posting a “nub” now is….just a yeah or nay as to whether I should flesh those out at some point or just “gloss them over” rather quickly…. Other constructive commentary would be also be appreciated…. /////

My wife Mary at my side and the kids sleeping down the hall, I remember going to sleep in my room and losing consciousness normally before I slept. Vaguely I also remember snapping awake to the sound of a door opening and whooshing sounds like that of an air rifle or dart gun….and then losing consciousness again, but for a different reason.

I came to again and….something was different. By the pain in my back I could tell that the bed that I was in (if you could call it that) was not ours at home. More like a board or a flat rock of granite, but I was flat on my back and relaxed other than that. My second and blatantly obvious revelation was that I was naked. My face began to itch and without thinking I scratched it at my jaw– and I felt at least a week-old stubble where there wasn’t one before.

.oO(This hurts. Fuck this.)Oo. And I sat up on the edge of the “bed”. Suddenly, overhead lights came on and through painful eyes I could see that I was sitting in a hallway of all white panels and flooring. To my left on the far wall, there was a light gray adult-sized rectangle that could be a sliding door in a science-fiction movie. Beyond that at the end of the hall there was a similar rectangle but that one contained a cylindrical shape with two lights at the top, one red, the other green. Both were off. To my right on that end of the chamber, there was a similar door with a vestibule and two lights, one red, the other green. The green one being lit appeared an obvious invitation to step inside. Looking away from the ominous exits, I hadn’t even noticed the waist high tiny kiosk before me inset into the wall. In it contained a monitor and a keyboard. The monitor was dark.

.oO(This is a baaaaaad dream. That’s what this is…..)Oo.

Even a nightmare would have been better than this….and nothing happened as I waited. I could only begin to wonder where I was….and more importantly….how to get back to my wife and kids…. Gently swinging my legs to and fro as I was….I waited again. Nothing changed– light, sound, or smell– other than a sinking need to find my wife and kids again. Hopping up off the platform I stood and took a step over to the monitor to turn it on and maybe figure out what was going on. No ON button, no visible speakers of any kind, no hardware at all other than the monitor and a keyboard. There were only wires going back into the wall to places unseen. Nothing new when wearing clothes but my balls itched as they did from time to time and without thinking I went to scratch them– and the sensation was also unreal. Some asshole had shaved my balls clean!

Moving on to the science-fiction door, it had no other controls as well. There was only a flat panel at waist height that would obviously be used in conjunction with some sort of card key or badge. Nothing there either. Looking up, the ceiling was too high for consideration and even then there were nothing more than rows of white LED lights.

Back to the ominous door….the only possible exit remaining in a lighting that was almost sterile in nature. “Door” was a loose term…it was more of a rectangular larger than man-sized inset in the wall that had a light gray man-sized alcove in its cylinder with a large green arrow on the floor pointing inward….but no exit. There was just an alcove and no keypad or entry lock next to it on the wall. Scratching my jaw again, all I could think about was:

.oO(If someone were going to kill me….they would have done it before now.)Oo.

It wasn’t a very comforting thought, but it was the only rationalization to go on other than: .oO(Do I need a gold plated invitation? Or am I going to step inside now and get this over with?)Oo. After taking a deep breath, I did so and waited.

Slowly the entire alcove rotated in place and as the previous room left my view, I knocked onto the wall on the way by. It seemed to be made out of solid concrete. What was transpiring before me in the next room was almost indescribable…..

More clinically white light– and the sounds of dozens of people moaning and groaning issued through the expanding slit of the next area as my portal was turning in place. It would have sounded like a chamber of horrors until I then heard someone grinding out an orgasm. And then a female someone….and then another someone. In shock I waited until the alcove stopped turning and in front of me was a large room with benches, chairs, tables and stools filled with people either scantily clad or fully nude completely oblivious to me engaging in a full-blown orgy.

.oO(This is a chamber of horrors. And I am paying alimony for three lifetimes!)Oo.

Taking one step forward to keep from going back into the room with no exit, I stood there dumb- founded at what I had gotten myself into when a blonde woman began to approach me wearing knee-high white leather pumps, white leather gloves to the elbows, and a frilly white leather corset that accentuated a pair of what looked like M cup bare breasts. She appeared to be a slightly older woman but carried her age well and she stared at me with a slight sneer…as if she were in charge and anything but “Yes.” was unacceptable in her eyes. If my Johnson wasn’t fully erect at the sound continuous moaning and orgasms in the room, it became more so just watching this ravishing creature and her strut taking an interest in me out of everyone else around. If I didn’t know better…it was almost as if she was sizing me up like one inspects a steak. Married or otherwise, it felt good– intoxicating even…. Remembering my single days, as she strode up closer to me I knew that I was only get one chance at this and I had to go for it– and she was that attractive that I figured that I could get away with it. Before she could open her mouth I looked into her eyes and said:

“Helen of Troy….pales…in comparison….to you.” She paused in her stride and a crooked smile passed over her face before the sneer of command and control returned. As she took the last step in to within touching distance and replied:

“You seem like an intelligent man…not like these undisciplined brutes that they keep sending me. Hold me.” She then held her arms up high in the air and waited. Just by her tone I could tell that this was not a request.

Other than her breasts being bare, there was nothing wrong with it as far as I saw. Did I want even the slightest disapproval from this woman? Obviously not….and certainly not yet. I knelt down to match her height and then reached under her arms and up to the base of her neck and held her in a full-body hug. Her response was to lay her arms over mine and return the embrace. I then took a deep breath and exhaled….

.oO(I accept you as you are…not what others would have you be….)Oo.

Behind me I could hear that alcove rotating again and all I could think about was: .oO(I’m alone, and until I get outta here….I’m fucked.)Oo. Meanwhile, it was a pain in the ass ignoring a raging erection pressed flat against what my eligible bachelor days would fully consider such a hot older gal but I held her for a very long time amidst the sounds of overindulgence in the room….until she was the first to let go. Both of us standing erect again, she paused, thinking….and then responded:

“I like you intelligent man– you may have even broken the record for getting through that door in the shortest amount of time. And now that you’ve done me a good turn, I’m going to do you a good turn…. You see…I prefer a certain amount of….control….over my men and I don’t ask for it, I insist on it. Period. But like I said…you did me a good turn and you are new here. What I’m going to do is I am going to coach you on how to live your life for the next few days and if you don’t do as I say….I won’t spank you.” She flipped her hair over the front of her shoulder and revealed a mane that would go down to the middle of her back. Taking the end of it from behind herself, she began to have an oral fixation with it as she gazed at me coyly. “I don’t need to really….. If you don’t do as I say then this place will chew you up and spit you out…. This is a *one*-time offer.”

.oO(I AM new here…I haven’t even been a bachelor in years….I have zero clue as to where the fuck I am….and this is a ‘one-time’ offer…I’m going to need a friend…at least somebody….to help me…..)Oo. I nodded quickly and then she said:

“Take my hand and come with me.” I complied and as much as I wasn’t entirely sure that I wanted to be fully under the thumb of this woman, at the same time it felt surreal being married with children and walking with a sensuous dominating woman hand in hand fully naked with an erect penis past a full-blown sexfest with the accompanying cacophony of grunting, groaning, and intermittent orgasms.