Chapter 3

Her name was Tammy Lane. His name was Jeff Gregory. Anyway, he had told Tammy his name was Jeff Gregory. They had met at Aces, a bar-disco where the city's swinging singles (at least a good part of them) often made at least one appearance during the course of any given evening.

Tammy, a secretary for the custom firm of Linehan-Linehan, was out looking for a quick lay in the hay-with no strings attached-and Jeff (obviously out for a screw, too) had seemed like an ideal prospect. Not only was he ready with his money to buy Tammy several drinks (although, Tammy kept insisting she was liberated enough to do her own buying), but Jeff was one hell of a good-looking stud in the bargain. And although it was apparent that Jeff knew he was exceptionally handsome, he didn't come across as being as stuck on himself as some of his narcissistic peers had a tendency to do.

Jeff and Tammy had had a couple more drinks, had danced a couple more dances (he was a terrific dancer!), and then Jeff had asked Tammy if she would like to come back to his apartment for a nightcap-or whatever. Both Jeff and Tammy knew of just what that "whatever" consisted. Anyway, Tammy had though t she had known. As it turned out, she had been in for one hell of a surprise.

Tammy actually didn't know when Jeff had slipped her the Mickey Finn, probably because it was designed to work more slowly than most. Even when they were in the car, heading for Jeff's apartment, Tammy hadn't been too disturbed by the sudden heaviness that kept drooping her eyelids down over her large brown eyes.

Jeff ... had ... seemed ... so ... fucking ... nice!

When Tammy came awake, she was no longer in the car. In fact, she didn't know where in the fuck she was. And even when her eyes had correctly labeled the scene, everything was simply too bizarre for Tammy's mind to adequately comprehend that the reality was just that and not some liquor-spawned (she hadn't drunk that much) nightmare.

"Ah, she stirs," someone said. Who? Christ, how many of them were there? And, what were they? People? Men-with bared cocks jutting hard between their legs? Women-with red-painted nipples on exposed breasts?

GOD, WHAT IN THE HELL WAS HAPPENING HERE!

Tammy, still a little foggy from the drug Jeff had slipped her, must have unconsciously voiced that question verbally; because, someone in the room with her answered.

"It's not what is happening now, as much as what is going to happen."

"Where am I?" Tammy asked, her voice sounding very far away to her own ears. She was only just beginning to realize she was naked and hung from the ceiling....

BY CHAINS! FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, SHE ... WAS HANGING FROM CHAINS!

Tammy jiggled, hearing the metal links that held her dropped from the ceiling rafter. She became aware of the metal manacles that secured her wrists. And, there were more manacles around her ankles, more chains holding her legs to large metal rings attached directly to the floor.

"Jeff?" Tammy asked, knowing something was bound to make sense sooner or later. This, after all, couldn't really be what it appeared, now could it?

HELL, HOW COULD IT BE WHAT IT SEEMED? There was simply no way Tammy could be naked, hung from the ceiling by chains, surrounded by five (yes, five: three men and two women) people, those people wearing hoods (yes, hoods).

"She wants Jeff," someone said. Who? The man standing furthest from her? Tammy thought she had seen his lips moving behind the hole cut in the black cloth bag he had pulled down around his neck and tied secure with drawstrings. "Lucky for us Jeff didn't want her?"

"Jeff?" Tammy asked again, still positive that there was something here she was missing, something that would metamorphose this horror into something more sensible.

"He has sold you for forty pieces of silver," the woman off to one side said. Tammy knew it was a woman, despite the bag that covered the woman's head. The voice, of course, had been female; but, there was also no mistaking the two massive breasts hung from the woman's rib cage.

"For more than forty pieces if I remember correctly," another man spoke. And Tammy was embarrassed to realize quite suddenly (oh, she had registered it before without really grasping it) that the man-ALL THE MEN, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE-had a hard-on.

Everyone laughed at some seeming joke Tammy felt had obviously escaped her.

"Well worth it, if you ask me," the second woman added, her smile obvious beneath the gaping mouth hole of her hood. "Certainly better than the one Daniel came up with last month."

"Who are you?" Tammy asked, feeling somewhat ridiculous conversing with what she continued to assume were purely fantasies of some nightmare.

"Givers of pleasure...." the man with the cock-ringed prick and hairy balls said, interrupted as he did so by the lady with the giant breasts.

"... and pain."

There were snickers of agreement; but, Tammy wasn't understanding any of it.

Where was she? Who were these people? What did they want? Where was Jeff?How had she gotten here?

Tammy was still no more the wiser when one of the women brought out a cat-o'-nine-tails she had been holding behind her back and brought all the multiple lashes down hard across Tammy's breasts and belly.