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 truly is pitch black. Slowly, you feel your way around, to see where that you are, to look for escape. The first point you notice may 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 areas molded into the space to sit. And God knows what else… There is often a toilet from the area. And also a shower. A sturdy 4 posted bed is inside the middle. Hours pass…
A modest spotlight comes on. As you struggle to your feet, you see that the ceiling is mirrored and the walls are covered with smaller recesses. Spots to attach ropes…
“She has been left alone and in darkness?”
“For two days with just toilet water, when you directed.” I’ve certainly not trained a woman previous to, but I are already 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 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 might 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 happen to be drinking from the toilet, thankful that it flushes. You hear the sound from the outer front door being unlocked. Your heart begins to pound because the paddle locks pop along with the bar is drawn. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch just about every nuance of sound as an outer door is unlocked and opened, then closed and locked once again. Nonetheless no one particular is in the dungeon with you. He’s behind the inner door. You know it. Waiting.
Light blinds you, then a peephole inside the doorway opens with a solid thud. He’s searching 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 despite the fact that he doesn’t flash it you happen to be really aware of it. You shrink away, afraid on 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 starts whipping. “No!” You stumble across the space, followed closely by your tormentor. He doesn’t hurry, he does not have to. The reach with the whip permits him to walk a very much smaller circle nearer the center in the space. He keeps up a quick pace, lashing you lightly but frequently. Especially your ass. Gradually it’s pinked, then reddened. Your ass stings and burns badly previous to you finally collapse, unable to operate anymore. You steel your self for the next blow, but it never comes.
“Stand.” He’s nonetheless carrying the whip, and you do it with caution. However 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 is on you immediately, whipping you like prior to. It does not take long for you to submit this time. “Stand.” You do it. “Still.” He moves all around behind you, and once again his hand on your back again starts the directive. “Bend.” You want 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 slowly presses it into you. The hand on your back insists that you remain still. You stay extremely however. He has broken you. In much less than an hour. The lights come up within the observation area and also you see that the mirrors have folks behind them. You can’t hear them, but you see them. They’re applauding. As the man leaves you hear them by way of the open doorway:
“That’s incredible. Three commands as well as a penetration in less than an hour!”
“When will she be ready?”
“$50,000 for one particular night with her.”
The doorway shuts, and once more it truly is silent, and dark because the inner doorway is latched, then the outer door. A cold shower begins when you stand with the dildo even now up your ass. You happen to be left to ponder your situation. Will you be sold by the hour to whomever will pay?
This day starts as the others. Music wakens you. After toileting will be the routine: an hour of yoga stretches, an hour of working out, a lengthy hot bath. The last thing you do is shave. Legs are shaved twice, just to be sure. Your most private place, though, you take very much much more care with. A very close shave there. Must not be caught with stubble on your sex. You might be prepared. It truly is 10 AM.
Music starts along with the spotlights come on. It’s time. Your heart pounds, but instead of waiting, terrified, when you did weeks ago, you rush toward the door, to the examination table. The table, just feet from the doorway, 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 a door you’ve only seen once slams solidly shut. However no a single is in the dungeon with you. He is behind the inner front door. You know it. Waiting. The thud on the peephole is however loud in your mind as you really feel him gazing directly at your private flesh. Lifting your pelvis through the table, you push your sex out. Legs wide, the heat of a spotlight warms delicate flesh. You hold out for your inspection…