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themselves where they sat. The stench in the room was overwhelming, and he almost heaved his guts when he approached the one bedroom he had used as sleeping quarters. All Dominic could think was what a sick motherfucker Ty was.
    Chad was beside him, his wig off and makeup smeared in an attempt to clean his face. “He kept the ones here he didn’t like, the ones he was threatening to kill. He told us we were privileged, the few allowed to stay free, clothed, and fed. He was courting a few of us.
    I had to stand by and watch his treatment of the hostages; it was fucking disgusting and took all my reserve Dom not to kill the little prick. But a little shit and piss wasn’t going to kill them, and they weren’t here but for a few days. I couldn’t blow my cover.”
    Dominic turned to him. “Chad, you did a fine job. Can’t say I would have done anything different from you. We lost no one. That’s the important thing.” He patted the handsome young agent on the back.
    “Thanks, but I still feel I could have done more. I guess that everyone survived this little nightmare is an important factor. I want to show you something downstairs. When I first came here, he was taking the male hostages one by one downstairs. I heard the screams; there was nothing I could do without blowing my cover. I had my suspicions, I was aware of his background and sexual preference; again my fucking cover couldn’t be blown.”
    Dominic followed Chad through the large house to the kitchen. He opened a door. “You need to see this,” Chad said. He followed him down the staircase, and then Chad flipped a switch. The entire room was bathed in soothing blue lighting, yet it did nothing to hide the apparatus contained down there.
    At first glance, Dominic could only think it was a highly sophisticated torture chamber but as he surveyed the room further, he recognized some of the equipment, namely the St. Andrew’s cross. He slowly walked around the large room, letting his eyes take in each interesting piece displayed. On one wall hung a variety of riding crops; some had fancy silver handles and some had smooth glass handles. Alongside them hung fancy whips, floggers, chains, and handcuffs. His eyes scanned the room further, noting the queening chair, spanking bench, and a fucking table. He’d see it all in photographs Shauna had shown him in a catalog. Up close, nothing seemed as intimidating as he anticipated it to be. In fact, he found it rather arousing.
    He touched the velvet tendrils on the floggers and stood before the array of paddles; some padded, others smooth leather and wood. He had to admit the brothel had a well-equipped dungeon. He opened a few drawers and found breast clamps, penis pumps, vibrators, and a collection of dildos. The large bottom drawer contained packaged butt plugs and various other goodies.
    “Amazing shit, Chad,” Dominic said, moving his head to the side so he could watch Chad’s reaction. “Quite a little dungeon,” Dominic said, holding a packaged butt plug.
    “I thought so. I had no idea this was here until the madam asked me if I was into a little bondage or some S&M.” Chad took the package from Dominic’s hand. “I’m sure my wife would get a kick out of this. You know since she read a few books about this crap, she’s been wanting to try a little bedroom play. Not so easy with the kids and all.”
    “Yeah, my pretty little redhead likes some BDSM play. Me, I’m learning it’s not so bad and quite a turn on.”
    Dominic threw the plug back in the drawer. “Well, it will be a while before this place will be up and running again. Are there any more surprises?”
    “Nope, but they will be going over this place with a fine-tooth comb,” Chad said as they headed for the stairs.
    When they appeared at the door to the basement where a few agents were taking pictures, they turned to look at Chad.
    “Holy shit, Chad, is that you? I fucking heard, but I didn’t believe them,” said a dark haired