On the other night of sharing, John organized a poker night for the boys. He invited four of his friends who he knew would not be offended and arranged for Angela to be his for the night.
Each of the four was aware that the Dawsons "owned" Kim although she had been described to them as a sub instead of a slave. John frequently had Kim serve them on poker nights. They were not offered sex with Kim but they did appreciate her nudity as she served them drinks or brought them more snacks.
They were each shocked when they arrived to learn that Angela would be taking Kim's place this night; not only because she was John's wife but also because they knew that she was dominant.
"She's just exploring a new side," explained John. "It will wear off eventually but I thought we should take advantage of it while it lasted."
"Hell yeah!!!" roared Alex.
"Good god, what a body!!!" exclaimed Bill. "Great idea!!!"
"I'm glad you like it, Bill," smiled John. "Feel free to take a closer look. Give it a squeeze if you like."
All four of these men had been sexual partners with Angela before and three of their wives had also. So they were no strangers to her body. But there was something different about seeing her this way. Her wrists were cuffed together with only six inches of chain separating them. She was hobbled again with a twelve inch chain between the cuffs around her ankles. And the chains were connected to one another to prevent her from raising her hands above her navel. All of the metal seemed to enhance her natural beauty.
The four men gathered around Angela and started pawing and groping. She was exceedingly uncomfortable with the scene. Even though they had each seen her naked before and each of them had sliced their cocks into her on more than one occasion, this was different. She had been their equals before during their sexual play. And they had known her as a dominant. Now she was being treated as an object. Hands squeezed and stroked. Fingers poked and prodded. It was very different this time.
"Keep your money in your wallets tonight, boys," announced John. "Tonight we play for chips."
"Guess you're not feeling very lucky tonight, John," chided Kevin.
"Oh, I'm feeling very lucky," replied John. "After all, I have a beautiful new slavegirl." Then he added as a dig, "How many slaves do you have?"
Kevin blushed at the question but was saved by Bill who replied. "Why no chips tonight?"
"Because," responded John, "tonight we play for the grand prize; the whole enchilada; or the whole taco as some describe it. Tonight, the winner gets my new girl for the night."
Angela gasped. The others grinned.
"What does that mean, John?" asked Alex. "We get to fuck her before we go home?"
"You can do that if you like," said John, "or you could take her home with you and keep her for the night. You can stay here and use her if you would like. But she belongs to the winner until noon tomorrow."
Angela rolled her eyes. Her husband was being an utter ass. He was doing everything in his power to totally humiliate her. And he did have all of the power. She was naked and chained. And he had made it clear to her that she would also be gagged at the first complaint or snide comment. She would remain silent and endure the embarrassment.
The game finally started. Each player had an equal number of chips. Angela kept refilling drinks as she endured the continuous pawing and groping. They sure seemed to be enjoying how helpless and available she was. Maybe if she served them enough drinks, they would all pass out and she could go to bed.
The play went on for what seemed like hours. Kevin finally lost the last of his chips and was out of the game. He amused himself with Angela's body as he watched his friends continue to play.
Cal was next out and he joined Kevin in fondling and probing the naked beauty. John lost the remainder of his chips next but decided not to interfere with his friends who were molesting his wife. It was down to just Alex and Bill.
"Is her ass available, John?" asked Bill as he studied his cards.
"Her whole body is available, gentlemen," replied John. "What do you think we have been playing for?"
With that news, Bill raised the bet. After this hand, the game would essentially be over. Almost all of the chips were in the center of the table. Each player showed his hand and Alex screeched. He had lost.
"My game?" asked Bill.
"Your game," Alex nodded.
"I'll be taking her with me," Bill said as he got up from the table. "Susan should enjoy this." With that, he led the naked Angela out the front door to his car. He placed her in the trunk and then drove her home so that he and his wife could enjoy their sex toy for the night.
"I know you don't want me to go," said Angela the next afternoon. "But why do you have to humiliate me?"
"What exactly do you think the next week will be like?" replied John. "If you can't take being used by people you know and trust, how will you handle people who might abuse you?"
"That will be different," pouted Angela.
"Yes," agreed John. "It will be worse."
"I need to do this."
"It's not safe."
"I need to do this."
"Don't come back complaining about how bad it was," warned John. "It will be worse than anything that happened this week. And it's not safe. I don't trust a soul in that lawless country."
Chapter 14
Angela arrived in Cuchilla in the early afternoon and a limousine met her at the airport. The drive through the city revealed the aftermath of the brutal civil war that had ended only months before. Many of the buildings had been reduced to piles of rubble while most of the rest were pock-marked with bullet holes. But once they left the city, everything changed. The countryside looked peaceful and serene and beautiful.
The drive took about two hours and Angela sat in the back of the huge car getting increasingly nervous. Once again, she felt as if she was behaving like a schoolgirl. She tried to calm herself and focus. After all, she was a mistress.
An ongoing debate had been raging within her for the past week. Part of her said she should make it easy to bag her. She could let Ricardo shoot her and enslave her for the week. Then she would continue the delicious journey that she had been pursuing as a slavegirl. The other part of her said she should work hard at evading Ricardo. Then she could join the hunt and bag some girls of her own. She would get to enjoy numerous young, nubile bodies during the week in addition to experiencing the thrill of hunting them. The debate continued and she had no idea which side would win.
The limo finally rolled to a stop in front of a huge mansion. Angela had not even realized that they had pulled off of the main road. She wondered how large the estate was as she glanced around. She looked around closer to the house and saw several naked girls in various forms of labor. One was weeding a garden bed. One was cleaning a window. And one was cleaning a cart that stood off to the side of the main entrance. Apparently, the slaves here were used for more than just hunting and sex.
A fourth naked girl descended the steps from the front door to the driveway and stopped at the car, opening the rear door for Angela. "Good evening, Mistress," she said with an accent that told Angela that she was probably a local girl or at least South American of some nationality or other.