Jeffery unlocked the door and stepped through followed by the bouncers and Kate who was dragged through the door by the tether on her wrists.  They were standing on a landing atop a wide, richly carpeted stairway leading down to the main entrance of the club.  Jeffery started down the stairs then paused and waved a hand at one of the bouncers.  The bouncer produced a black hood which he shoved over Kate’s head securing it with a draw string around her neck.  It was difficult to breathe through the heavy material and she could not see.  They led her down the stairs by the arms.  At the bottom they walked forward a bit and then Kate heard music…it sounded classical.  She could hear muffled voices as they guided her through another set of doors.  Jeffery was saying something to someone and there was a moment or two of conversation.  Where they stood smelled like cigar smoke and leather.  The two bouncers were still holding her by the arms.  She jumped when someone ran their hand over her ass; the bouncers tightened their grip.<br/><br/>They stood there for what, to Kate, seemed like an hour.  There was the sound of people coming and going.  The vast majority of voices were male.  She could no longer hear Jeffery.  The room got quiet except for the classical music and the occasional ringing of a telephone.<br/><br/>Suddenly the bouncers started dragging her forward.  She stumbled, they lifted her up, and half-carried her through another set of doors.  She thought she heard a muffled scream to her right.  They passed through yet another set of doors then turned sharply to the right…down a short hallway where they stopped.  Kate was breathing hard through the hood.  She heard a door open and the black material of the hood suddenly got brighter.  They dragged her roughly through the door, across a brightly lit room and sat her down on a hard, straight backed chair…she thought it might be metal.  One of the men held her arms behind the chair forcing her to sit up tall.  Then she felt them tying her arms just above the elbows…it hurt.  Still trying to breath, she was sucking air through the heavy material.  Someone loosened the drawstring and her breathing eased a bit.<br/><br/>For a long time it got very quiet.  She heard no movement although she could still hear someone breathing behind and to her right.  The room was hot.  She assumed from the lights.  Sweat began to bead on her forehead.  She bowed her head and waited.  The drug Cryptangel gave her was starting to wear off.  Her arms were falling asleep and her back hurt.  She shifted on the chair.<br/><br/>“Stop moving.”  A man’s voice said.  It wasn’t Jeffery’s voice.  It was deep and resonant.  He had a slight accent but she could not place it.<br/><br/>“I’m thirsty.”  She said.<br/><br/>“Shut up.”  The man’s replied.<br/><br/>“Go fuck yourself.”  She countered.<br/><br/>She heard the scraping of the chair as the man stood up.  She could hear him walking towards her.  She braced herself.  Nothing happened.<br/><br/>She was sweating freely now.  Droplets of sweat ran down her face and neck.  Her hair was matted and she was sure her mascara was running.<br/><br/>The door opened and from the sound she thought several men may have entered.  One of them was Jeffery.  He was talking on a cell-phone.  She did not know the second man was Billy.<br/><br/>There was some murmuring, interspersed with laughter, in the corner of the room to her right.<br/><br/>Then she heard someone dragging a metal chair across the room.  The sound grew closer until it stopped directly in front of her where they adjusted the chair and sat down.  Whoever it was they were close enough to touch.  She could hear them breathing.  She squinted and tried to see through the heavy material of the hood but could make nothing out.  Whoever was sitting in the chair lifted her left foot and placed it on the chair they were sitting on.  She frowned.  They stared unlacing her boots.  She breathed a bit harder.  They removed her left boot and then started on the right.  When they got the right boot off they switched back to the left and lifted her foot by the heel holding it up.  They removed her socks; first the left then the right.<br/><br/>The man’s hands were strong.  She imagined he might be one of the bouncers.  He started fondling her feet, rubbing them on top.  Running his fingers between her toes and giving her a brief foot rub; his thumbs pressing hard into the arch.<br/><br/>Kate felt the sensation of his touch run up her leg.  The muscles of her body relaxed a bit and she squirmed in the chair.  Someone was standing behind her.  They pressed their hands down on her shoulders to keep the chair from moving.  The man holding her feet yanked her roughly towards him and her butt slid to the edge of her chair.  She winced in pain as her arms were overextended behind her.<br/><br/>She gasped when she felt a warm liquid slowly being trickled over her feet like from a squeeze bottle.  It was thick like some kind of oil.  The man smeared it all over her feet which heightened the sensation she now felt in her belly.  Then she understood.  The man in the chair opposite hers was naked.  There was a moment when Kate felt the pleasure of him working her feet and the pain from her arms and back merge into a single sensation.  But that feeling only lasted a second.  The man was pressing his cock against her foot…rubbing it against her toes.  He was big, thick and hard.  From the sound of his breathing he was getting excited.  He held her feet together to form a groove.  More warm liquid.  Then he slipped his cock between her feet and started fucking.  Kate actually laughed.<br/><br/>“A foot fuck?  A foot fuck?  You brought me down here for a foot fuck?”<br/><br/>She was about to say something else when a hand came from behind, grabbed her under the chin and jerked her head up.  She groaned with the pain and could not speak.<br/><br/>The man in the chair opposite kept it up until she felt him stiffen and swell slightly…he let out a long groan followed by; “Aw fuck!  Aw fuck!”  Then he came in a gusher of hot sticky cum.  There was a lot and it covered her feet like a thick creamy blanket.  He rubbed himself against her feet until he was satisfied then got up from the chair.  The man holding her chin released her.  She twisted her lower body angrily and kicked the empty chair across the room.  Her feet were slimy with cum as she pulled herself up in the chair.  The floor was cold and she could feel the cum starting to dry on her toes.<br/><br/>“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!”  She screamed.<br/><br/>Her voice echoed through the room as she continued to yell expletives at the top of her lungs.  She screamed like this until something hit her hard across the head and the world went black…<br/><br/>