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Jacque hooks your cuffs to your collar, and then to a leash. Cruelly, he grabs you by your nipples, pulls you upright and leads you to the bar. Raven and Melodia are there, visibly intoxicated. Melodia still wears the hood you gave her and has wiped off all the evidence of her earlier contest.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey mistress!” Shouts Melodia. “I thought I was supposed to be the sub here.” She leans on you way too heavily. “Hehe, what’s going on?”

Melodia has the most annoying drunk laugh you have ever heard. Raven is equally drunk and is alerting Jacque to that fact with a crotch rub as she whispers to him in French. For his part, the Frenchman has wrapped his arm around Raven’s waist, and is groping her ass as he listens to his companion/****.

It’s clear to you that whatever Raven is suggesting to him, Jacque likes. His squeezes of her ass become more forceful with each passing moment. Rather worryingly, you notice that both master and **** are gazing at you with the hungry looks that they had before you made the bet that got you into this mess in the first place.

“Did you have sex without me?” Melodia asks, oblivious to the situation. “That’s okay, I had drinks without you. It was really fun. That Raven is super nice.” You scream through the ring gag in frustration, causing a droplet of spittle and cum to drip down onto your boob.

“A slight change of plans, mademoiselle.” Jacque says, handing Raven a pair of smart cuffs and a length of chain that he retrieves from one of his pockets. “My dear Raven doesn’t wish to retire to our humble home quite yet.” The dark haired beauty is much more gentle than you are when you restrain Melodia, but is much more seductive. She whispers sweet nothings to Melodia as she restrains your **** servant.

Still holding the chain of your leash wrapped around his right hand, he reaches out and grasps both of your breasts. “With the prize she has won for me tonight, I believe that obliging her is the least I can do, non?”

Jacque tilts his head slightly, as if giving you a chance to disagree. At the same time, he squeezes your nipples once more. He smirks as you yelp through your ring gag.

“And so, I propose another wager. Double or nothing. If you win, I will release you and your **** immediately. Even better, I will return the two of you to your ship. However, if you lose, your freedom is forfeit. Both of you become mine to do with as I please.”

Your eyes widen at the enormity of Jacque’s proposed terms. Sure, Jacque has proven to be as sadistic and domineering as you are, and the prospect of a night in his dungeon has you quaking in equal parts anticipation and fear, but that’s no reason to risk outright enslavement.

You’re just about to say no (or rather, try to) when Jacque speaks up again.

“Of course,” He says, dropping his voice low and motioning towards Melodia and Raven, “Given the state your **** is in, the burden of participation in this next challenge falls upon you, mademoiselle.”

At his gesture, you glance at both slaves, and your spirits fall.

Melodia is facing you, still happily oblivious, with her hands bound behind her back with the smart cuffs that Jacque had given to Raven earlier. Raven herself stands behind Melodia, gazing at you with a hungry smile. One of her hands is reaching around to toy with your ****’s visibly glistening pussy. The other hand is plucking at the edge of the hood you used to hide Melodia’s face..

Fuck. Melodia. Despite his clothing, Jacques isn’t a fool. The implied threat is clear. He must have figured, or at least suspect, that the only reason a sadistic domme/bounty hunter like yourself would hide your ****’s face rather than showing her would be because you didn’t want her to be recognized. Plus, with what you’ve seen of how Melodia acts when she’s drunk, you wouldn’t put it past her to have accidentally let incriminating tidbits slip to Raven.

Double fuck. You should’ve thought through the consequences of losing the original bet a little more. If Jacque had taken you and Melodia straight back to his dungeon, then of course he would have peeked under Melodia’s hood. Given the 90,000 credit bounty on Melodia and your currently helpless state, he would have enslaved your sweet ass right then and there.

Jacque smirks as he meets your gaze with a knowing look in his eye.

Triple fuck. With everything in his favor like this, the only reason a mercenary like Jacque would dangle a way out in front of you like this would be for his own amusement. It’s clear that whatever challenge he has in mind for you in this next wager, he’s going to stack the odds against you.

Without warning, Jacque grabs you by the nipples and pulls you towards him, jerking you up onto your tiptoes as he does so.

“D’accord?” He asks simply, ignoring your squeals.

“NNNNHHH-!”

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. The pain from your poor abused nipples cuts right through the fear and indecision. You nod your head quickly and vigorously. You don’t have a choice. A slim chance of freedom is better than none at all.

“Bien.” He smiles hungrily, releases his grip, gives your ass a solid smack and squeeze with his free hand, then tugs on the leash. “Allons-y.” It is clear that many of the patrons are sad to see you go, as anyone who can reach grabs a cheek or swats your ass. You do your best to protect yourself, but with your wrists locked together at your neck, all you can do is cover precious little of your heavy breasts.

The sun has set since you entered Swingers. The canyon is now lit by hundreds of street lights and there is a warm breeze caressing your skin as you emerge from the entrance. Raven follows the two of you outside, leading Melodia with a length of chain attached to her collar.

“What a nice night.” Jacque sighs contentedly as the breeze washes over him as well. “I wish we had the time to walk to our destination, but then we would be too late for what I have in mind.”

Within a couple of minutes, a large automated hover car swoops out of the sky and lands in the parking lot attached to the club, summoned by a call from Jacque. Without ceremony, he and Raven lead you and Melodia towards the back of the car.

Another command causes the car’s trunk opens with a hiss, revealing several sex-toys and restraints stored inside. There’s enough room to fit two slaves in there, but to your surprise, Jacque and Raven only load Melodia in.

“Apologies, mademoiselle.” Jacque says to your ****. “I’m afraid that you’ll be spending most of the evening in here. But do not worry, it’s a safe space, and I will give you something to make sure you are suitably entertained.” In response, Melodia just moans happily around the ball gag that Raven placed in her mouth before she is loaded in.

True to his word, Jacque stuffs her lower holes with two vibrators and ties her down to various d-rings scattered throughout the trunk. It's a little annoying how much Melodia is enjoying herself, particularily since your freedom is on the line here. She cooes and moans as five straps **** her into a ball tie so that she is on her back with her knees hugging her chest. The twin sex toys buzz protrude proudly from her expossed ass and vag, buzzing away like busy bees. The last sight you catch of Melodia before the door hisses shut is of her writhing against her bonds in pleasure.

Unfortunately for you (but fortunately for Jacque and Raven), modern hover cars are smart enough to pretty much fly themselves. All you really need to do is enter a destination, and they’ll get you there. Also, the passenger cab of Jacque’s hovercar is easily big enough to accommodate you, Jacque, Raven, and Raven’s strap-on in a variety of positions.

As a direct result, you have no idea where the relatively quick journey in the hovercar takes you since you spend most it being spitroasted. You catch only glimpses of neon signs and rock formations while Jacque’s now familiar dick invades your throat. At the same time, Raven works her strap-on in and out of your ass while rubbing intermittently at your throbbing cunt, constantly keeping you on the edge of an orgasm. The denial only ends when Jacque forces you to eat out Raven while he dresses himself in preparation for your arrival at… wherever the hell he’s taken you.