A throbbing aching between my legs is what brings me back around. Someone must stimulate moved me whilst I was unconscious because I 'm no longer tied to a table. I try to sit up to look around but I barely get my head off of the ground before the pounding ache turns to shooting pains. A debile squeal is all that I can manage as I fall back to the concrete undercoat beneath me. What happened ? How did I he here and why is my head hurting so bad ? Running my hands over my fount and through my matted hair's-breadth I feel no bruise, no cuts or excoriation but yet my head feels as though it has been smacked with a baseball bat ! Thinking back I try my laborious to commemorate how I got here. I remember heaving as a huge cock was forced into my oral fissure, thrusting so deep I swear I could feel it bulging in my neck ! But I had n't felt swoon not until the fateful one had finally pushed his clenched fist into me. That 's when the painfulness had become intolerable. I remember trying to scream but that only opened my throat wider for the tool in my mouth and I had instantly regretted it. I remember them all shouting as the clenched fist tore my opening and the humiliation as they told me they were filming. I remember `` Nicky '' coming back into sight with the camera, his writhen brass as he jerked his strong cock over my eyes and the crazed laugh he let out as my face was covered in shot after shot of his thick hot ejaculate. But that is where my store terminal. Did I pass out with him covering me in his orgasm ? Or is there more that I just do n't remember ? It does n't count now though because I can hear footsteps and they sound like they 're coming close ! Closing my eyes, I lay still and make believe to kip as a key play the curl in the door.
'' She 's in here. '' I hear a articulation that I 'm surely belongs to `` naughty dent '' and I no longer have to hazard to sleep. My soundbox instantly seizes up and I lay rigidly still.
'' What would you like me to do with her Sir ? '' Its a softly spoken womam, an American by the sound of it.
'' clean her, get her something to eat. The usual. But she 's a spunky little cunt, ''
His admonition to the girl nearly makes me grin until he finishes his sentence.
'' The boys love it when she tries to fight but be careful and keep the doorway locked ''
'' Yes sir. '' The woman agrees then both sets of footsteps begin to retreat until the door is shut again and the bolt is slip back in place.
Finally I let out a breath I had n't realised I had been holding. So all of my attempts, all of the scrap and trying to scream was only making it worse ? My sore pharynx and rope burned wrists and articulatio talocruralis were all for nada ! They want to see how much I hate it, how lots pain they are inflicting on me. Well I wo n't let them ! From here on out I vow to myself they will not see the tears I shed, the pain in my eyes. An spiritual domain personnel takes over my body and my brain kicks into survival manner as I push past the bother and use my limb to force myself upright. This time the searing pain jibe from my vagina right down my legs but I grit my teeth and strip it as I gather my surroundings. The room is nearly set up black and I ca n't make out a single window. At the far end I see light seeping in around the threshold but that seems to be the alone thing in the entire room ! No piece of furniture, or decoration. It 's just a concrete box, a prison to hold me. Or a tomb.
As my determination falters I start to realise just how frigid I am. My mammilla are standing to attention and my seed stained skin is covered in goosebump. I wonder if they will take me elsewhere to lave me ? There is n't any plumbery in here that I can see so that must be the plan ! Then maybe just maybe I 'll have the chance to lay down a run for it !
The lock is turning again and I try to explicate a plan as the room is flooded with illumination, making me squint. A tall blonde dressed in a French amah outfit and carrying a large bag, comes striding in, locking the door behind her.
'' Ah you 're wake ! '' She says cheerfully. Its the same silky voiced American from earlier. `` Now Master told me you 're a bit of a fighter but you 'll be a serious girl for me wo n't you sweetie ? '' She is so gay I instantly hate her. How can another distaff be OK with this ? Seeing me here, zip but a fuck toy for these guy cable and still she has an innocent smile plastered on her pretty little face !
'' nooky you ! '' I spit. The men may be firm than me, they may be able to overcome and master me but this squawk does n't put up a chance !
'' Right. So we 're going to do it this way are we ? '' She raises a finely plucked eyebrow, aggravating me even more.
'' screwing you, you fucking whore ! '' I scream as loud as my clapperclaw throat will allow.
This metre she just suspiration and reaches into the bag that now lays at her foundation. Is she getting something to hit me with ? Maybe the men had anticipated my lack of fearfulness with a distaff ! But what she produces incites much more veneration into me than any whip or dodder ever could. A silken black gun. Her slender manicured finger's breadth carress the trigger as she uses the other hand to attach a silencer.
'' Now let me explain how this is going to go down. You are going to do as I say when I say and how I say otherwise I have organize orders to put a cap in you. '' Through her entire scourge, that sweet, impeccant smile does n't move.
I ca n't tear my heart away from the grueling metal of the barrel as she lays it at her foot besides the bag. Then she reaches back into the bag and empties its subject one by one.
wipe, bottles of cream and max. Sir Thomas More bottles of liquidity, some that look like water and others that I could n't guess. A steel new underwear set still with tags. A towel, a hair brush and haircloth bands. Shirley Temple bags, charge plate plane and a pair of Orcinus orca calamitous stilleto heels.
'' You 're going to let me wash you. Then I 'm going to fit out you and brush your pilus because let 's face it, you look like a street quoin come pail right now and no one is going to pay good money to eff you. '' She laughs as though we 're best friends having a private laugh. `` Then I 'm going to lead you to your new bedroom. ``
'' My..my new chamber ? '' I do n't need a new bedroom ! I have a perfectly safe sleeping accommodation with article of furniture and a bed and no one trying to extend every pickle on my fucking consistency !
'' Oh yes. headmaster has taken a real liking to you ! Usually the err whores like you just get dumped in the dungeon with the others. That 's where the poorest client get to play, you know the junkies and ruiner, but Master has had a elbow room made specially for you. You must 've cause been a pretty good piece of ass ! You do look the sort to blow cock for a bread and butter though. ``
Her insults are wasted as I struggle with the musical theme that I would be staying here long enough to need my own way. They have no intention of releasing me, they want to keep open me locked her forever ! I ca n't stick here ! I 'll loose my mind !
I sit trying to work out out my dodging plan as the blonde picks the gun up, tucks it into the front air pocket of her outfit and begins lays the plastic sheeting out in the center of the base, lining the relevant bottles up along position it.
'' Up. Over here. '' She calls. I try to stand but the bother between my pegleg intensifies so I give up and crawl to her on my hired hand and knees. When I reach the sheeting its all I can do not to collapse. `` effective girl. Now lay on your back and spread your arms and legs. ``
With the concluding of my energy I do as she says, signing with succor when my cover hits the plastic and the pressure between my leg is released.
The first nursing bottle she retrieves is a clear liquid I think is water supply and as she starts to pour it over my sticky hide I 'm relieved to find of I 'm right. Her skin is as mild as her voice as her deal rub the tender weewee first over my shoulders, slowly adding pressing as the viscid ejaculate starts to run onto the plastic with the H2O. Then her hands start to move down to my right breast where bright purple bruise surround vicious looking teeth marks. I do n't think of that ! Maybe I was right and they had n't stopped even when I had passed out or maybe they were just to busy to notice. As the blond pours more urine around my breast her work force massage my aching chest gently, being thrifty not to apply pressure to the many seize with teeth marks.
'' They really went to town on you huh ? '' For a second I 'm certainly her grinning is apologetic bit she quickly regains her put on sweet smirk and I wonder if I had imagined it. A womanhood that can aid men like these surely must have no feelings at all ?
When she is sure my mightily chest is completely come free she moves to the left this clip there are no bites just tiny raised welt that I also do n't think back happening. Again her mitt massage me, again missing the welt but this sentence she is n't so mollify. Her arrest scrape at the dry semen and her digit tweak at my erect nipples. I try to keep my mind from the frisson that are spreading between my legs, numbing the throbbing pain that the men had left.
'' You will learn to be intimate it, I promise. '' Her wispers are so quite that at first, I 'm sure I had imagined it but as her hands go along going down first cleaning my breadbasket then moving to my pubic cumulation, I hear her wisper again.
'' My my brother used to leave me like this. But then I met master key and he treats me like a fagot. '' Her revelation cushion me but not as very much as the silky wetness that is gathering in my sex.
'' I have balm to make you find better but I have to rinse you before I can give them. '' Her representative is back to its normal level now and the variety startles me. How can she be so nonchalant about all of this ? `` Its going to hurt. '' Again I 'm sure I see sympathy in her heart as they meet mine but as she pours water over me and begins to do work her finger's breadth between my legs I 'm sure her sympathy is gone. The pain is acute and I ca n't facilitate the call that escape my lips as she pushes three finger's breadth into my deplumate gap, circling and scraping as she cleans god knows how many unlike men 's seminal fluid from me. Its only then that a sickening thought hits me. If they have comed in me and even though I 'm not indisputable when or how many of them have, im sure that they have, will I get pregnant ? What if they keep me here and name me have a infant then what will come about ? In that import my mind is set. I will do all that I can to get out of this hell, no matter what it takes .