Jul
18
Imagine... Five big black men bring you, struggling, to a basement area. Wordlessly they strip you naked and leave you alone on the floor. The lights go out. It really is pitch black. Slowly, you really feel your way all-around, to see where you happen to be, to look for escape. The first thing you notice is the thick padding on everything, even the floor. Leather. Then that the floor and walls aren't flat. You crawl. There are hills and valleys everywhere. Like a California hot tub, you will discover areas molded into the room to sit. And God knows what else..
. There is really a toilet inside the space. And a shower. A sturdy 4 posted bed is in the middle. Hours pass...
A modest spotlight comes on. When you struggle for your feet, you see that the ceiling is mirrored and the walls are covered with small recesses. Spots to attach ropes..
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“She has been left alone and in darkness?”
“For two days with just toilet water, when you directed.” I have in no way trained a woman just before, but I have been hired to train you. I was recruited simply because I developed techniques for breaking wild horses in an impossibly short time. Riding them in hours rather than weeks. I turn on the observation light and examine you by means of the one-way glass. When you struggle for your feet, I silently admire your ass and your tits. I'm gonna enjoy riding you. I turn the light off, returning you to total dark
You have had no human contact for a extended time. Your body is beginning to stink, the shower does not work, and you're desperately hungry. For days you happen to be drinking from the toilet, thankful that it flushes. You hear the sound on the outer doorway being unlocked. Your heart begins to pound as the paddle locks pop and also the bar is drawn. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch each and every nuance of sound as an outer doorway is unlocked and opened, then closed and locked again. Nevertheless no just one is from the dungeon with you. He is behind the inner doorway. You know it. Waiting.
Light blinds you, then a peephole within the door opens with a solid thud. He is searching at you. The peephole closes prior to the man enters. The diffuse terror you've got felt has a form: you aren't alone! He carries a whip, and even though he does not flash it you happen to be quite aware of it. You shrink away, afraid on the man and his whip. He closes the distance slowly, so as to not frighten you, but as his hand starts to reach out you back again away, then operate. Without a word he begins whipping. “No!” You stumble across the area, followed closely by your tormentor. He doesn't hurry, he does not need to. The reach in the whip allows him to walk a very much smaller circle nearer the center from the room. He keeps up a quick pace, lashing you lightly but usually. Specifically your ass. Gradually it really is pinked, then reddened. Your ass stings and burns badly before you finally collapse, unable to operate anymore. You steel yourself for the next blow, but it by no means comes.
“Stand.” He's however carrying the whip, and you also do it with caution. However weakened from running, it really is a struggle. But you stand, heart pounding, breath strong and deep. Not even trying to cover your self, you stand naked just before him. “Stay.” He moves all around you, behind you. Touching your back again and pushing lightly, he says “bend.” He touches your asshole (No!) and you also bolt. He's on you quickly, whipping you like just before. It does not take lengthy for you to submit this time. “Stand.” You do it. “Still.” He moves close to behind you, and once again his hand on your back again begins the directive. “Bend.” You wish to run, but you know that you'll only be whipped. You obey. You bend at the waist as his hand guides you. He greases your asshole, touches a dildo for your ass, then gradually presses it into you. The hand on your back insists that you remain nevertheless. You remain quite nevertheless. He has broken you. In much less than an hour. The lights come up inside the observation space and you see that the mirrors have folks behind them. You can't hear them, but you see them. They're applauding. Because the man leaves you hear them through the open door:
“That's incredible. Three commands and a penetration in much less than an hour!”
“When will she be ready?”
“$50,000 for one night with her.”
The door shuts, and again it can be silent, and dark as the inner door is latched, then the outer doorway. A cold shower begins when you stand with the dildo still up your ass. You are left to ponder your situation. Will you be sold by the hour to whomever will pay?
This day starts because the others. Music wakens you. After toileting could be the routine: an hour of yoga stretches, an hour of working out, a long hot bath. The last thing you do is shave. Legs are shaved twice, just to be certain. Your most private place, though, you take much a lot more care with. A very close shave there. Must not be caught with stubble on your sex. You are prepared. It is 10 AM.
Music starts and the spotlights come on. It really is time. Your heart pounds, but instead of waiting, terrified, as you did weeks ago, you rush toward the doorway, to the examination table. The table, just feet from the door, faces it. You mount it. Spreading oneself as you've been taught, you wait. Spotlights shine on naked flesh. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch each and every nuance of sound as bolts pop, hinges squeel, and also a front door you've only seen once slams solidly shut. Nonetheless no one particular is from the dungeon with you. He is behind the inner doorway. You know it. Waiting. The thud from the peephole is however loud in your mind as you feel him gazing directly at your private flesh. Lifting your pelvis in the table, you push your sex out. Legs wide, the heat of a spotlight warms delicate flesh. You hold out for your inspection...