Abigail woke up slowly and confusedly. She couldn't remember how she got here.

Where was here?

She had to get to the Bagatelle club for the interview... no she had already had her interview... hadn't she?

She could hear the muffled voices of several people close by. She was lying on some hard surface almost but not quite flat with her arms bent up to the sides of her head and her legs spread. It was not very comfortable. And there was a slippery sensation between her buttocks she could not make sense of. She tried to move but she couldn't. There was something filling her mouth and other something's pressing into the sides of her face and about her breasts. What was wrong?

She willed her gummy eyes open and blinked and focused.

The first thing she saw floating above her was a naked woman lying in a shallow box with a curved top and a transparent front. Then she realized that it was herself reflected in a large mirror hung several feet above her. Still dazed she took in the details with detached horror.

She was held in place inside the box by several heavy wide straps about her wrists and upper arms, across her waist, about her thighs and knees and round her ankles. She was wearing red court shoes with spiky heels and had a broad red leather collar buckled about her neck with large "D" rings fitted to it and locked with a red enamelled padlock. From its front ring hung a large round white enamelled tag like a dog might wear with markings on it. She had to reverse the mirror image in her mind to make out that they were a red heart following the numeral "7".

Her cheeks bulged and her lips were parted revealing her teeth through which a red rubber ball could be seen plugging her mouth. The box was covered by a sheet of Perspex forming a lid with holes cut through it where her face and naked breasts protruded. The Perspex was studded with hundreds of metal pins forming slopes, ridges and cups running down the length of the board. The cups all had numbers painted inside them. There were also little domed bells hung about the board with more numbers beside them. To one side was the long channel where balls could be fired up from a sprung plunger onto the Perspex sheet. There were also handles to work the paddles that projected through from the back of the board about her body.

The top set of paddles was positioned to one side of her breasts, their shafts running up from behind her and under her armpits. The paddle blades extended inward and their ends were resting just beneath her nipples. There was a third paddle set vertically on a shaft that emerged between her thighs and pressed into the cleft of her vulva. She could feel ribs and prongs on it digging into her sensitive flesh.

She was inside a huge pinball machine!

As Abigail's mind cleared panic began to fill her and she moaned and squirmed, pulling at her straps while rolling her eyes about in fear. She got the impression of a dark room with the looming figures of a dozen or more men in evening dress. But she couldn't see their faces because they were all masked: dominoes, half masks, bandannas and more. But she could see their eyes and they were all focused on her...

And then a figure loomed over her and a camera flash gun flared in her face. It was held by a thirtyish woman dressed in a red choker and short red corset which pinched in her waist. It front was scalloped but it had no supporting cups, exposing her pale bare breasts tipped by large red nipples. The corset finished at her hips leaving her haunches totally exposed. Her fleshy hairless vulva pouted between her smooth thighs. Her choker had a white badge on it with a red "Q" and a diamond symbol.

She took another picture of Abigail and then moved back. Her place was taken by Miss Ace. She wore the same scandalous style of choker and abbreviated corset as the other woman leaving her half naked, although her corset had the same harlequin pattern as her dress. Her large pale breasts spilled over its top and swayed when she moved

Miss Ace bent over Abigail and studied her with interest while Abigail looked back up at her in disbelief and helpless pleading, making feeble gurgle in the back of her throat. How could she have done something like this to her? But Miss Ace seemed not to notice her expression. She unhitched something which been dangling from the side of her corset. It was a cane with an oddly thick handle and a rubber blade tip that seemed to be woven with bare silver wires. She flicked this across Abigail's cheeks and she yelped in pain. There had been tiny sparks and crackle of electricity as it struck, adding its sharp sting to the slap of the blade. Miss Ace smacked the paddle hard on Abigail's breasts, flattening down her nipples and bringing tears to Abigail's eyes she bit on the rubber ball plugging her mouth.

Miss Ace stood up, hooked the electric cane back on her corset and then turned to face the watching audience, 'She's ready to play...'

A cheer went up.

Miss Ace continued, 'We have a lovely new Seven of Hearts fresh in today who is an innocent virgin who badly needs debauching. As is traditional, she will go to the highest scorer for one free night of pleasure. Gentlemen: you have just one ball each to play so make the most of it. Take your places in line and get ready to play Bagatelle Club Naked Pinball...'

They were going to do what with her, Abigail thought dizzily? Take her virginity? No it wasn't possible... it was a nightmare...

But the men were all too real as the first of them stepped forward to take his place at the foot of the machine and grasped its levers. Abigail looked into his eyes visible through slots in his mask and saw no sympathy or compassion, only carnal lust. He pulled the plunger and a metal ball was fired up the board over her head and began to bounce down through the forest of pins. He began twisting the upper set of paddles.

The pair of paddle blades flicked across her nipples as he tried to keep the ball in play and she screamed about her gag. The tips of the paddle blades were electrified! The camera flash gun went off again: they were recording her degradation.

As they slapped her nipples about the paddles stabbed them with electric needles. The shocks convulsed her within the box frame and she jerked against her restraining straps even as bells rung to indicate the player had won bonus points. The ball bounced lower down the board and the man worked the second paddle. Abigail felt the shaft digging up between her legs began to twist from side to side, grinding its ribs and prongs into the lips of her vulva. She had never been touched like that before! Then she gave a yelp as an electric needle stabbed into her delicate flesh lips. Some of these prongs were also electrified.

Tears filled her eyes while dribble ran down her cheeks from her plugged mouth.

How could they do this to her!

At last, despite his best efforts with the paddles, the ball dropped down to the bottom gutter of the board and the round was over. 'Mr Gulliver has scored 430 points!' Miss Ace declared. Next player please...'

And so they took their turn one by one playing the game in which Abigail's body formed such an intimate part and which would be their prize. As she jerked and sobbed and squirmed within the machine balls bounced about her, bells rang, paddles slapped and stung her nipples and labia and churned in the mouth of her vulva.

As the third player was taking his turn, Abigail became aware despite her fear and misery that there was a strange tingling pressure in her loins and a surge of warm sticky wetness flowing out of her cleft about the intruding prongs. What were they doing to her?

The next player had his turn and the next, while her feelings got worse. She was horribly aware that her nipples instead of shrinking down were standing up hard as if to make themselves better targets to the swiping the paddle blades while there was a slippery warmth about her hot vulva as the groin paddle shaft churned within her. A curious pressure and need was building up within her as if she wanted to relieve herself badly but not in any way she understood...

'We have a hot little card here,' Miss Ace said from somewhere to one side, as if commentating on the ghastly proceedings. 'She's pouring out of a lot of juices. In fact I think she's going to...'

Abigail shrieked and jerked making the pinball machine rattle. She felt her loins erupt and a surge of strange hot pleasure coursing up through her body until it fizzed and popped in her brain even as Miss Ace was saying, 'Congratulations, Mr Jekyll. You have brought our new maid to an orgasm. I think we can look forward to great things from her in future...'

For a few seconds Abigail's mind seemed to spin free of all cares and then she went limp...