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"We need to call the police," you growl, casting your gaze around for any hint of a telephone. As expected, you find nothing. "These people are sick."

Rachel hugs you (a slightly audible squish sounding as you connect), "I don't... I don't really want to walk around this place anymore. Maybe if we wait here they'll just... let us out?"

You sincerely doubt that. The woman who brought you in here certainly seems to have every intention of keeping you here, "They won't. There has to be a phone somewhere..."

With nothing else for it, you lead Rachel through the sitting room, where you both notice with considerably less shock after the experience upstairs a large, L-shaped couch with eight dildos jutting up every couple feet. Leaving the sick perversion of a place to sit behind, you cautiously open a double door and step back.

In the next room is a gathering of about twenty people or so, most are dressed though a few only in underwear. The crowd beckons you in, holding up wine glasses with each a smile.

"Hey there," a forty-something woman says, offering your timid wife a glass of red wine. "Welcome to the party! Don't worry, nothing serious goes on in the cocktail lounge, against the rules."

"The... rules," you ask, taking the second offered glass, very conscious of your near nudity in front of all these people. Your cheeks tint red as you notice several obviously checking you and Rachel out with clear, lustful intent.

Nodding, the woman replies, "Yes, Lady Miranda doesn't like things getting too out of hand. I'm Lydia, by the way. Is this your first time here?"

"We're not supposed to be here, actually," Rachel cut in, looking imploringly at the indulgent woman. "Please, our car broke down, and we just want to leave!"

Lydia, and a couple others who heard your wife, all laughed. Giggling, Lydia answered, "Well, that's how most of us had our first time, is it not everyone? Quite the game, the Lady has going on. You'll learn to appreciate it."

"No, please," you insist, "we've already had enough of this place, these guys upstairs, they... um..."

A man spoke up from room's end, "Aye, they were pretty little things too! Jack got 'em involved, even if they tried to wrestle!"

Lydia laughed, hand against her forehead, "Oh, what a way to break them in!"

Getting upset, Rachel snarls, "You're all freaks! When we get out of here we'll see you locked up for - mmghf!"

In a shocking display, Lydia grabbed your wife's head, pulling her into a firm kiss. Another girl, Amy from the library, helped sandwich Rachel, biting her neck and slithering her hands along Rachel's thin, exposed body.

"H-Hey," you protest, only to have your half-hearted effort halt as a dark-skinned teenage girl pulled your boxers down, her mouth already sucking your hard erection. "Wha... No, I don't..."

A dick pressed into your butt, firm hands squeezing what flesh it could around the throbbing protrusion as it slowly grinds up and down. The girl's hands start to stroke the base of your cock and fondle your balls. For a moment you lose yourself in the sensation, a soft moan escaping your lips...