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The first part is almost all story, the second part is almost all sex.
Both parts might have objectionable sexual practices in them.  If you like
bondage, body changes, consensual torture, bashing non-consensual torture,
and homosexual relationships, well, then, you're in the right place.
Quarterhorse likes positive feedback, I'll bit-bucket flames, and I'm
forwarding these stories for him.  Thanks to those who have been
encouraging the stories, it does help.

Elektra
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    We were both covered in sweat and nothing much else, in our room
in Sauron's dungeons.  Even my cuffs were slippery with the stuff and the
dampness was causing one of them to chaff pretty badly.  I was at a point
where I still wasn't quite gone far enough not to notice it, but far
enough that it actually was increasing the sensations I was feeling when
we heard the scream immediately followed by the distinctive plastic bark of
a Streetside Special.

    Morgan looked at me.  I looked at him and grinned a very shaky
grin.  "Master..."  In answer, he touched the quick release and I was
free. The cuffs and collar stayed on me, but the fields that held them to
whatever surface Morgan wanted was off.  He helped me off the table,
stroking my body, and I trembled under his touch.  I went to my knees when
I tried to stand.  I took the time to kiss his foot.  We both laughed,
shakily, and, this time gradually, I got up.  I pulled on a pair of
sweatpants, as did he.  He also put on a t-shirt, and we went out
together. The handle of my nightstick was in my hand with the body of it
against my forearm.  He had a bullwhip from the dungeon in his, but stayed
behind me, trusting me in this as I trusted him in much else.

    We met Karlie and Sheila in the hallway.  Security at Sauron's has
mostly been a self-enforced thing.  Sandy couldn't really afford having
one of the firms do the security for him, but he had enough customers that
were in the business that we could help him out for a discount on our
memberships.  Most of us even enjoyed the chance to protect this place of
ours and even give some of our blood to keep its peace.  Karlie gave me a
grin and a blades up wave, her fingertip knives gleaming under the lights.
"What's up?" she said, as they came up, then to Morgan. "Nice rig,
Morgan.  The Horse is lookin' hot tonight."

    "Thank you." said Morgan brightly.  "He certainly was getting..."

    "...but then there was that gunshot..."  I interrupted hurriedly.
Sheila chuckled softly, the hallway lights turning her careful tracery of
scars into a mask.  "No more, though, so it doesn't sound like a crazy
shootin' at freaks.  Best we just go in and find out what's up?"

    "Sounds good to me." drawled Karlie, then, to Morgan in a stage
whisper, "Still sounds hot to me..."

    I knew I was blushing as they laughed behind me.

    All the sound in the hallways were concentrated down one of the
dead ends.  There was one very frightened or angry woman, several angry
men, and one person sobbing in pain.  When I turned the corner, I was the
focal point for eight pairs of eye and three gun sights, all of which then
turned to look at Morgan.  That might be useful, someday, I thought, even
as part of me was terrified that those gun mouths would start speaking.

    "What's up?" I asked and they looked really confused.  The angry
woman turned out to be a little Chinese woman with a Streetside special.
I looked up, and sure enough, there was a hole in the ceiling.  Her back
was to the dead end and she stood between the men and a crying, bleeding
naked man.  When she saw me, her face twisted into something like horror
and despair.  Then I realized that she thought that I was in the same
predicament as the man she was trying to protect, as I was wearing welts
and some blood as well.  I hadn't thrown the t-shirt on because I didn't
want to have to wash it in the morning.

    "The girl's crazy, tryin' to 'save' our slave." one of the men
drawled to Karlie and Morgan, ignoring me.

    "Does he need saving?" I asked.

    Karlie and Morgan let me take the lead and kept silent as I
started to push my way to the girl.  "Stop, Slave!!" growled one of the
men in the group.

    "I am NOT your slave." I said softly, as I kept going.  "And
Sauron's is a Consensual Scene, you come here, you gotta play by the
rules." The woman's eyes were wide as they looked at me.  Then they
snapped to attention on one of the men behind me.  I dropped as a gunshot
sounded.  Something cut the outside of my arm.

    "Horse!" there was terror in Morgan's voice.

    The bullwhip sang through the air and a pretty little Remington
bounced on the ground as the owner of it screamed and crumpled.  I caught
it up and ignored the writhing of the one on the ground as he clutched his
ruined hand.  A single-tailed whip with a metal end can easily break the
sound barrier, and when it hits will not only break the skin but slice
through the muscles and sinews and break the bone underneath.  Morgan's
good enough with the thing to snap carrots, take a cigarette from my
mouth, open a cuff with it, or turn me into a puddle of incoherence as he
lays open a neat, shallow lattice of cuts across my upper back.  The guy
sounded like Morgan hadn't worried too much about holding back.

    "Put it down." I said, to the one man left with a gun.  He looked at
me, at Morgan and Karlie on his other side and slowly knelt down and put
the gun on the ground.  "Push it over there." I nodded in Karlie's
direction.  He did it and Karlie picked it up.

    I turned back to the man behind the woman.   He had uncurled at
all the noise and I formally asked him, "Are you here by your consent?"
Even as I took a good look at his physical condition, I knew what his
answer would be.  The hurts that had been done to him weren't just
painful, they were dangerously close to damaging.  They had raped him
until he was bleeding.  Bruises over his kidneys, bruises and welts on his
face and neck, there was even a shallow knife cut along his ribs.  The way
he was holding his hands, it looked like they might have even tried
suspending him from his wrists instead of with real suspension gear.

    "Of COURSE he didn't come here on purpose!!"  The little Chinese
woman's fury was almost palpable.  "What do you think he is!?"  She cut
off, suddenly realizing who or what she was talking to.  I felt an aching
in the back of my throat, but I managed to say what I needed to say.

    "I'm sorry, m'am, but he has to be the one to tell me."

    "No..." he whispered, tears flowing down his face.  He wasn't
looking at me, he was looking at one of the men, a handsome blonde that
was standing in the hallway who was glaring at him in fury.  "No.  I
didn't come here knowing what this place was."

    I nodded slowly and sighed.  Sheila snarled softly at the answer,
her scars pulling into a grimace of menace, her cat's ears, slitted eyes
and needle sharp teeth gleaming softly.  The black velvet collar she wore
probably didn't reassure the men nearly as much as my collar had.  She spat
out a word that was mangled by the shape of her muzzle and face.  Karlie
had driven off a pack of Dog boys that had been playing with the Kitty.
Now Karlie had completely reliable backup.

    "Karlie, Sheila, please take these gentlemen to the door?"

    "That little slave's lying!"  The blonde said desperately "He said
he knew what this place was and wanted to play.  He's only backin' out
'cause he's a wimp."

    I looked down to where the blood was softly flowing from my arm.  I
could feel the anger's growth, but not the force of it, not any more.
"Consensual, see-oh-en-es-ee-en-es-you-ai-el, it means with the assent or
approval of both parties without written proof.  There are no consensual
slaves, only consensual submissives or bottoms.  Slaves have no consent to
give." I looked the blonde man in the eye, "There are no slaves at
Sauron's, no one here who isn't here by choice."  His gaze dropped.  "Go."

    I gave Karlie the Remington and whispered in her ear, "Return the
hardware only after their 'sticks are checked against the Club's records.
Have Ben make it so that they have to at least take the low S series of
classes before they can come back." She saluted, gave me a mocking grin,
and then went off.

    The Chinese girl looked at me in disbelief.  "If there are no
slaves at Sauron's how did those creeps get in here?"

    "Through the front door, probably." I said, tiredly.  The blood
loss from the shallow cut on top of what I'd lost in our session was
getting to me, as was the pain.  Without the adrenaline, without the
sexual high, I was starting to feel it badly.  I knelt down and put my
head on the floor and shivered.  I heard Morgan open up one of the
first-aid kits that sat on the walls in the hall and then felt his hands
on me.  I sighed and leaned into him and he stroked me along the side,
gently.  Then felt his strong hands, quick and sure on my arm.   He pulled
apart the med-pack and applied the patch.  It sealed to my arm and grew
pink with the blood it absorbed, and then pumped a little artificial blood
back into my system along with a fractional shot of stim.  The black
haired, sky eyed man watched in wonder as Morgan worked on me, and I
wondered how he could have been so stupid.

    "Horse was actually lying, when he pulled the 'tell me your
consent' routine.  There are signs and vids up all around the door into
this place that say that anyone that steps beyond the door is, in effect,
giving their consent to anything that happens to them beyond the door.
That is why we have the doorman there.  No one can be forced beyond that
point." Morgan's voice took on the tone of a paid public announcement,
"This place was made possible by your National right-to-death laws, inacted
in the early 30's."

    Then his voice softened, "It's Sauron's legal by in case people
like that do use this place for their games.  Legally, your friend there
got everything that he asked for."  I heard the Chinese woman's breath of
anger, but Morgan got in before she could, "But, also legally, those guys
also got everything that they asked for.  What we did, here, was beyond
that door."  I could hear the laughter in Morgan's voice.  "We don't want
the folks here that bring unwilling victims, and given a victim that will
vocally say that they don't want to die, we do what we can.  But Sauron's
was made to be a place where people can die any way they want to."

    The girl looked shaken at that.  "But if someone doesn't want to
die..." She looked up at Morgan and searched his eyes, "You wouldn't have
come if I hadn't used that gun on the ceiling."

    "You're right.  If you hadn't come and made a fuss and pulled him
into the public areas, your friend would most likely be dead by now.
Legally and consensuously dead.  That's why Sheila called your friend
there stupid as she left with the others.  Stupid to go so blindly and
trustingly into a place like this with someone he didn't know worth a
slot.  Just like anyone's stupid going into any scene without thoroughly
knowing the one they're going into it with."

    "I... I loved him..." said the young man and in it was all the
heartbreak only the young could ever survive.  I closed my eyes.

    "So, legally and consensually, you could rape the hell out of me,
kill me and eat my body here?"  Her tone made me wince.

    "No." Morgan's voice was steady, "Cannibalism's still illegal, and,
besides," I could feel his laughter, "Horse and I aren't into women.  And,
personally," his tone grew wicked, "I hate how high a woman can shriek."

    I looked up because I had to see her face.  The mixture of
outrage and confusion and pent up humor was classic; and, best of all, the
humor won.  She started laughing, helplessly and not hysterically in the
least.  Morgan grinned in response.  Still chuckling and shaking her head,
she bent next to her friend, and put his arm over her shoulders.  Then,
using her legs, she helped him up, carefully positioning her arm so that
it didn't cross his welts.

    "I have some clothes that'll probably fit him, sir." I said softly
to Morgan.  "Back at our room."  Morgan hefted me, and the hallway spun for
a moment and then settled.  The fraction of stim made it possible for me to
find my feet.  I tentatively took my own weight.