Jul
18
Imagine... Five large 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. Gradually, you feel your way all around, to see where you happen to be, to look for escape. The very first factor you notice could be the thick padding on everything, even the floor. Leather. Then that the floor and walls aren't flat. You crawl. You'll find hills and valleys everywhere. Like a California hot tub, you will discover spots molded into the area to sit. And God knows what else..
. There is usually a toilet inside the room. As well as a shower. A sturdy 4 posted bed is from the middle. Hours pass..
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A smaller spotlight comes on. As you struggle to your feet, you see that the ceiling is mirrored and also the walls are covered with small recesses. Areas to attach ropes...
“She has been left alone and in darkness?”
“For two days with just toilet water, as you directed.” I have in no way trained a woman ahead of, but I are already 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. As you struggle to 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 could have had no human contact for a prolonged time. Your body is beginning to stink, the shower doesn't work, and you're desperately hungry. For days you are already drinking in the toilet, thankful that it flushes. You hear the sound of the outer doorway being unlocked. Your heart begins to pound because 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 front door is unlocked and opened, then closed and locked once more. Still no one particular is within the dungeon with you. He's behind the inner front door. You know it. Waiting.
Light blinds you, then a peephole within the front door opens with a solid thud. He's looking at you. The peephole closes previous to the man enters. The diffuse terror you have felt has a form: you are not alone! He carries a whip, and although he doesn't flash it you happen to be quite aware of it. You shrink away, afraid from 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 away, then operate. Without a word he begins whipping. “No!” You stumble across the space, followed closely by your tormentor. He doesn't hurry, he doesn't have to. The reach on the whip allows him to walk a much smaller circle nearer the center on the area. He keeps up a quick pace, lashing you lightly but frequently. Specifically your ass. Gradually it's pinked, then reddened. Your ass stings and burns badly just before you finally collapse, unable to operate anymore. You steel yourself for the next blow, but it in no way comes.
“Stand.” He's even now carrying the whip, and you do it with caution. Still weakened from running, it really is a struggle. But you stand, heart pounding, breath strong and deep. Not even trying to cover oneself, you stand naked prior to 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 also you bolt. He is on you instantly, whipping you like just before. It doesn't take long 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 begins the directive. “Bend.” You want 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 in your back insists that you remain nonetheless. You remain incredibly still. He has broken you. In less than an hour. The lights come up inside observation area and you see that the mirrors have individuals behind them. You can't hear them, but you see them. They're applauding. Because the man leaves you hear them via the open door:
“That's incredible. Three commands and also a penetration in much less than an hour!”
“When will she be prepared?”
“$50,000 for one night with her.”
The front door shuts, and once more it is silent, and dark as the inner door is latched, then the outer doorway. A cold shower begins when you stand with the dildo nevertheless up your ass. That 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 is the routine: an hour of yoga stretches, an hour of working out, a long hot bath. The last point you do is shave. Legs are shaved twice, just to be sure. Your most private place, though, you take a great deal much more care with. A really close shave there. Should not be caught with stubble in your sex. That you are prepared. It's 10 AM.
Music begins and also the spotlights come on. It is time. Your heart pounds, but rather than waiting, terrified, when you did weeks ago, you rush toward the doorway, to the examination table. The table, just feet through the front door, faces it. You mount it. Spreading your self as you've been taught, you wait. Spotlights shine on naked flesh. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch just about every nuance of sound as bolts pop, hinges squeel, and a doorway you've only seen once slams solidly shut. Even now no a single is within the dungeon with you. He is behind the inner front door. You know it. Waiting. The thud with the peephole is even now loud in your mind when you really feel him gazing directly at your private flesh. Lifting your pelvis from your table, you push your sex out. Legs wide, the heat of a spotlight warms delicate flesh. You hold out for your inspection...