The large curtains that hiding something

John's curiosity got the better of him. Mr. Big could wait, but the mystery behind the curtains gnawed at him. He walked towards it, the heavy velvet fabric hanging like a silent guardian, shielding its secrets from the prying eyes of the partygoers. He hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the fabric, before he finally pulled it aside.

The sight that greeted him surprise him. Beautiful women on chains, some locked up in stocks. Assholes, pussies, and mouths on full display for use or getting used. More guards with masks were there to protect the 'goods'. A line of men and women, their faces alight with a mix of excitement and depravity, were waiting for their turn to use the chained women. The air was thick with the scent of sex and submission, a heady cocktail that made John's head spin.

One of the masked guards turned to him, her eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "Looking for a turn, stranger? Or are you just here to watch?" John's eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene. He saw a brunette with a body that could make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window, her arms chained above her head, her legs spread wide, leaving her completely exposed and ****. Her eyes were closed, a look of pure bliss on her face as a woman in front of her teased her clit with a vibrator.

John's cock, which had just been spent, began to stir once more. He was tempted, oh so tempted, to join the line, to lose himself in the raw, unbridled passion of the room. But then he saw a glint of something familiar on the woman face. That blissful obedient look.

His blood ran cold. The memory of Janice, her eyes glazed with the same mindless lust that he saw in the women in this room, flashed through his mind. He had to get to the loft. He had to stop Mr. Big.

Before he left. The woman grab his wrist. "Don't go sweetheart. We have a new arrival of sluts in a few minutes. I know you want to look some big tits and cute asses."

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