Aug
27
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 can be pitch black. Gradually, you really feel your way around, to see where you might be, to look for escape. The initial factor 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 discover hills and valleys everywhere. Like a California hot tub, you will discover locations molded into the room to sit. And God knows what else... There is really a toilet from the area. And also a shower. A sturdy 4 posted bed is in the middle. Hours pass..
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A small spotlight comes on. As you struggle for your feet, you see that the ceiling is mirrored and the walls are covered with small recesses. Locations to attach ropes...
“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 mainly 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 through the one-way glass. When 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 lengthy time. Your body is beginning to stink, the shower does not work, and you're desperately hungry. For days you happen to be drinking through the toilet, thankful that it flushes. You hear the sound with the outer doorway being unlocked. Your heart starts to pound since the paddle locks pop along with 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. However no one is from the dungeon with you. He's behind the inner front door. You know it. Waiting.
Light blinds you, then a peephole from the front door opens with a solid thud. He is looking at you. The peephole closes ahead of the man enters. The diffuse terror you could have felt has a form: you are not alone! He carries a whip, and even though he doesn't flash it you are extremely aware of it. You shrink away, afraid of the man and his whip. He closes the distance gradually, so as to not frighten you, but as his hand starts to reach out you back again away, then run. Without a word he begins whipping. “No!” You stumble across the area, followed closely by your tormentor. He doesn't hurry, he does not have to. The reach in the whip permits him to walk a a lot smaller circle nearer the center in the area. He keeps up a quick pace, lashing you lightly but generally. Particularly your ass. Gradually it can be pinked, then reddened. Your ass stings and burns badly previous to you finally collapse, unable to operate anymore. You steel yourself for the next blow, but it in no way comes.
“Stand.” He is nonetheless carrying the whip, and you also do it with caution. Even now weakened from running, it truly is a struggle. But you stand, heart pounding, breath strong and deep. Not even trying to cover oneself, you stand naked just before 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 right away, whipping you like prior to. It does not take extended for you to submit this time. “Stand.” You do it. “Still.” He moves all-around behind you, and again his hand in your back starts the directive. “Bend.” You desire 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 to your ass, then gradually presses it into you. The hand in your back again insists that you remain however. You remain quite nonetheless. 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 individuals behind them. You can't hear them, but you see them. They're applauding. Because the man leaves you hear them by way of the open door:
“That's incredible. Three commands along with a penetration in less than an hour!”
“When will she be ready?”
“$50,000 for one particular night with her.”
The doorway shuts, and yet again it is silent, and dark since the inner doorway is latched, then the outer door. A cold shower begins as you stand with the dildo even now 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 will be the routine: an hour of yoga stretches, an hour of working out, a long hot bath. The last issue you do is shave. Legs are shaved twice, just to be sure. Your most private place, though, you take significantly more care with. A quite close shave there. Must not be caught with stubble in your sex. You are prepared. It really is 10 AM.
Music begins along with the spotlights come on. It can be time. Your heart pounds, but rather than waiting, terrified, as you did weeks ago, you rush toward the doorway, to the examination table. The table, just feet in 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 each nuance of sound as bolts pop, hinges squeel, as well as a door you've only seen once slams solidly shut. Nonetheless no one particular is in the dungeon with you. He is behind the inner front door. You know it. Waiting. The thud in the peephole is however 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...