She smirked. How could she have possibly lost? Either way she would have come out ahead, getting to fuck Mr. Steele!

"Where do you want to go, Mr. Steele?" she asked. "A bedroom handy?"

"My dear," he said in his maddeningly soft voice, "that part of the game was long over – and lost by you. When the others left and you were out of chips, I'd already won you. The rest of this was an added bonus for my friends, she is yours."

"Wait a Goddamn minute, mister," Tanya raged. "That's not the way it is at all. I was playing against you. And you and me will…"

She yelped when strong hands picked her up and turned her around. She sat heavily on the felt covered table, her legs dangling over the edge. The men were already lining up, pulling down their zippers and letting impossibly hard cocks leap from their trousers.

Tanya didn't want to be gang raped! This wasn't what she'd been playing poker to accomplish!

"Stop it this minute!" she cried. "Or I'll get the cops up here so fast your heads will spin."

"My dear, you don't understand," said Mr. Steele. "The first gentleman in line waiting to possess you sexually is the chief of police. It will do you no good to cry out. Marcus has already sent the others home. There are only those of us in this room. Now put out and don't try to welsh on a bet. I hate women who welsh on bets they've freely made." The coldness of his voice reminded Tanya of stainless steel. Sharp-edged, it made her shiver all over.

She glanced at the line of men waiting silently, lust all over their faces. She had fantasized about being raped – even gang raped – but a fantasy was something different from real life.

"Let me go!" she screamed, kicking and trying to get free. Marcus held her in an impossibly strong grip. There was no way she could elude him. And the chief of police smiled and entered the vee of her legs.