Jul
18
Imagine... Five big black men bring you, struggling, to a basement room. Wordlessly they strip you naked and leave you alone on the floor. The lights go out. It is pitch black. Gradually, you really feel your way close to, to see where you might be, to look for escape. The very first issue you notice will be the thick padding on everything, even the floor. Leather. Then that the floor and walls aren't flat. You crawl. You will find hills and valleys everywhere. Like a California hot tub, you will discover places molded into the room to sit. And God knows what else..
. There is often a toilet in the space. Plus a shower. A sturdy 4 posted bed is from the middle. Hours pass..
.
A smaller spotlight comes on. When you struggle to your feet, you see that the ceiling is mirrored as well as the walls are covered with little recesses. Places to attach ropes..
.
“She has been left alone and in darkness?”
“For two days with just toilet water, when you directed.” I have never trained a woman ahead of, but I have been hired to train you. I was recruited 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've got 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 have been drinking through the toilet, thankful that it flushes. You hear the sound in the outer door being unlocked. Your heart begins to pound as the paddle locks pop plus the bar is drawn. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch just about every nuance of sound as an outer doorway is unlocked and opened, then closed and locked once more. Nonetheless no one is inside dungeon with you. He is behind the inner front door. You know it. Waiting.
Light blinds you, then a peephole within the doorway opens with a solid thud. He is searching at you. The peephole closes just before the man enters. The diffuse terror you've got felt has a form: you are not alone! He carries a whip, and despite the fact that he doesn't flash it that you are very aware of it. You shrink away, afraid with the man and his whip. He closes the distance gradually, so as to not frighten you, but as his hand begins to reach out you back again away, then run. Without a word he starts whipping. “No!” You stumble across the space, followed closely by your tormentor. He doesn't hurry, he doesn't need to. The reach in the whip enables him to walk a significantly smaller circle nearer the center from the space. He keeps up a quick pace, lashing you lightly but usually. Especially your ass. Slowly it is pinked, then reddened. Your ass stings and burns badly ahead of you finally collapse, unable to operate anymore. You steel oneself for the next blow, but it in no way comes.
“Stand.” He is nevertheless carrying the whip, and you also do it with caution. Still weakened from running, it truly is a struggle. But you stand, heart pounding, breath strong and deep. Not even trying to cover yourself, you stand naked prior to him. “Stay.” He moves all around you, behind you. Touching your back and pushing lightly, he says “bend.” He touches your asshole (No!) and you also bolt. He's on you instantly, whipping you like before. It does not take extended for you to submit this time. “Stand.” You do it. “Still.” He moves all-around behind you, and once more his hand on your back again starts the directive. “Bend.” You wish to operate, 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 slowly presses it into you. The hand on your back again insists that you remain even now. You stay very however. He has broken you. In much less than an hour. The lights come up inside the observation space and you also see that the mirrors have men and women behind them. You can't hear them, but you see them. They're applauding. Because the man leaves you hear them via the open doorway:
“That's incredible. Three commands and also a penetration in much less than an hour!”
“When will she be ready?”
“$50,000 for just one night with her.”
The door shuts, and once more it really is silent, and dark as the inner front door is latched, then the outer door. A cold shower begins when you stand with the dildo nevertheless up your ass. You are left to ponder your situation. Will you be sold by the hour to whomever will pay?
This day starts since the others. Music wakens you. After toileting could be the routine: an hour of yoga stretches, an hour of working out, a prolonged 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 much more care with. A really close shave there. Should not be caught with stubble in your sex. You might be prepared. It is 10 AM.
Music begins along with the spotlights come on. It is time. Your heart pounds, but rather than waiting, terrified, as you did weeks ago, you rush toward the door, to the examination table. The table, just feet from your door, faces it. You mount it. Spreading yourself as you've been taught, you wait. Spotlights shine on naked flesh. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch every nuance of sound as bolts pop, hinges squeel, and also a doorway you've only seen once slams solidly shut. Still no a single is in the dungeon with you. He's behind the inner front door. You know it. Waiting. The thud with the peephole is nonetheless loud in your mind when 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...