Yes. They said they'd help, and you are .

"My name's Heather, by the way." the woman says as you step into their entry way far enough for the man to close the door behind you. "And this is my husband, Mark." She smiles, still holding your arms awkwardly, so they stretch straight out in front of you, side by side. "What's your name?"

About to give them your name, you pause. You can't very well say Brian.

Reading your pause as a desire to remain anonymous, she adds, "or should we just call you Slut?" She grins devilishly, then looks to Mark and nods her head sharply towards your hands, then looks back to you, eyes excited. "I like this. It's so much better if we don't even know your name!"

"What? What are you— What's better?" you say. You are about to pull your hands back when Mark snaps a pair of handcuffs over your wrists. They lock instantly with a series of quick clicking sounds. "What?!" Eyes wide, you start to panic, pulling sharply on your handcuffs to no avail. "Hey, let me go right now! I don—"

Mark, suddenly behind you, clamps a hand down over your mouth to shut you up. He pulls your head back, pinned against his bare chest with the same motion. "Shhh, calm down, Slut. We're not going to hurt you. We'll take you home, just like we said. But you interrupted our game." His free hand reaches around to your front, and slides up under your flimsy top to grope one of your breasts, causing you to gasp and moan into his hand. "Besides, what are we supposed to think? Look at yourself. I don't know if I've ever seen a more **** bid for attention, have you?" He looks over to Heather, who was stripping off her shirt.

Your body responds to Mark's strong hands while all thoughts freeze in shock. His touch feels so good, and you've been frustratingly horny for the better part of an hour by now. You stop fighting and start pushing your chest out to give Mark better access, and grind your ass against his hips. You can feel his cock, already hard in his pants and you remember with horror some of what you'd included in your messages to that woman who'd cursed you: a total slut who can't resist or refuse a real man. Mark's a proper man. You're a woman. He wants you. That's all you need to know. Your panties are soaked with desire in no time.

Heather's shirt hits the floor and she slides her shorts down, revealing a shiny steel contraption buckled tightly around her hips, covering her entire pussy. A chastity belt? Her eyes are hot with lust as she looks at you, squirming helplessly in Mark's hands. "Nope. Never seen such a pathetic slut in my life. Look at her, she wants it already. She's practically dripping."

You are. Your panties feel soaked already, your pussy is on fire.

Heather approaches you and swats Mark's hand away, then slides both hands up under your shirt to pinch your pierced nipples.

You howl into her husband's hand and shut your eyes. That hurt, but why did it also feel so good?

"Look at me, Slut." Heather tugs on your nipples. "Look at me."

You open your eyes and meet hers, whimpering softly behind Mark's hand over your mouth.

She smiles. "Good girl. Don't look away, now, stay right here in my eyes."

One of her hands travels softly, slowly down your taut stomach, slipping boldly down the front of your panties.

"You're wet." she says, still smiling. Her eyes shine with a predatory amusement as her fingers find your secret piercing. and you shudder with desire. "Oooh, and a piercing down here. You really are a slut, aren't you?"

You nod, deeply humiliated at the position you're in. You've never been so aroused in your life.

"So. I have to wear this thing," she taps a fingernail against her shiny chastity belt. "all month, but my husband has to do everything I say while I wear it. So naturally I'm extremely pent up, and he hasn't had pussy in weeks." She'd gradually leaned closer to your face as she spoke, now barely whispering. You can feel her hot breath on your cheek.

Her fingers continue to tease and please your clit, and you feel the unmistakable signs of an orgasm gathering. Your ass grinds greedily against the erection in Mark's pants as you wonder just how much of this you can actually take. Your entire body feels aflame.

Heather continues. "That's our game. You can choose to play with us, or you can go right back out in the hallway. Stay, and we'll take you home as promised. Unharmed... I'll even throw in some clothes."

Her fingers swirl around your clit, driving you crazy.

"But you have to be our **** until morning."

You can't take it any more.

"That's the deal."

You're going to come.

"Wanna play?"