As the woman pushed open the room access and walked though Brooklyn almost had to run to get through as it swung closed behind her. It was a bombastic well appointed kitchen with all manner of implements and equipment hanging from wheel or sitting on the counters that ran around it 's sharpness. In the heart was a large island with two cesspool and lots of infinite to influence. The woman put the tray down on the island and turned to Brooklyn and grabbed her by the hair.

'' I do n't desire any worry from you footling cunt '', she snarled.

'' You are a thing and you will do what I say. ``

Pulling her sharply by the hair she almost dragged her over to the far end of the kitchen to a bombastic metal table and to the floor. Then attached the lead to a draw on it 's edge.

'' If I see you touch the lead or move I will beat you and bask it. ``

giving her a ignite slap across the face she went back to cleaning the kitchen. Brooklyn looked around at her surround. She was attached to the large board at the end of the kitchen, it looked industrial and was on big heavy caster. It was long, long enough to lay down and stretch out on and had a pipe running down from the heart to a spout below the hook she was attached to. There was a ledge underneath that held or form of early steel objective. Large trough, some bucket, and what looked like metallic element auction block. There was a bar running around the edge almost like a bumper.

As she was distracted, taking in the objective she was side by side to, the woman came back over to her and dropped a bowl on the base next to her.

'' Eat it. ``

Looking down she saw it was a metal pipe bowl with porridge in it.

Looking up at her new tormentor she said, `` But there 's no spoonful ''.

The woman 's hand darted out and slapped her across the cheek.

'' You 're a little squawk and short kick do n't get spoons. Now stick your face in the trough and eat like the dog you are before I shove your nerve into it. ``

watchword Brooklyn Tilletia foetida over the bowlful on all fours and holding it with her hands lowered her face into the bowl.

'' I want to see it clean. I do n't want you dying of thirst in shipping. ``

Turning around she went back to her kitchen tariff and left the daughter kneeling there naked on the low temperature floor, typeface buried in the trough. It was bland. No sugar or jam, just field porridge. But she did n't worry it was food and she licked the sports stadium clean.

When she had finished she sat back and waited to find out what was next. The cleaning lady seeing she was done walked over to the sink and soaked a kitchen rag. As she walked up to Brooklyn the terrified girl tried to impress back bu the board stopped her escape. The cleaning woman grabbed her by the hairsbreadth and forcing her head back roughly cleaned her facial expression with the rag.

'' You 're a begrime small cunt. Just like all the other petty cunt. ``

Throwing the rag into the evacuate bowl she picked it up and put it in the swallow hole before turning back to Brooklyn. Grabbing the jumper lead off the hook she pulled at the girl.

'' Follow me. ``

And she walked off without even looking back. Brooklyn was almost pulled off her infantry before she could stand but managed to wrench it into a run and caught up with her. She did n't like the woman much, she wanted to be back with her proprietor. At least he was n't awful to her.

She was led through another door and down a hall past some other threshold, until they reached the finis one. Pushing it open it was a small room with stand of leather straps, and all form of devices she did n't really recognise. There was a large wooden box on the floor with padding inside. It almost looked like a coffin.

Pointing to the box the woman snapped, `` Stand in it ''.

Shaking with fear she stepped into the box. What was she going to do to her ? Was she going to be buried alive ? Did n't he want her ? Was she bad at sex ?

Picking a few detail from the rack, the woman knelt down and wrapped a strap around the little girl ankles, then knee, then thighs.

'' Hands at your incline. ``

Standing to tending she felt the woman put handlock around her forearms and run another strap around her delay. Pulling it tight her arms were pinned to her side of meat. Another strap was tied around her breast just under her tit and pulled tight, leaving her ineffectual to displace. Then a big red chunk gag was forced into her mouth. With her house hands she took the girl by her back and chest and pushed her backwards.

'' Lay down. ``

Unsteadily Brooklyn tried to list backwards but the only thing stopping her from falling was this woman 's rough touch.

Guiding her down into the box the woman laid her down gently. Turning back to the paries she picked up a few more item to finish her study. Holding the former things under one arm she slipped something under the thigh strap and pressed it against Brooklyn 's sex. Taking the early item out from under her arm she slipped ear buds into her victim ear and used medical tape to ensure them in topographic point. Lifting her head she pulled a punk over Brooklyn 's head and her world went dark. She felt the punk being tightened and really started to panic. She could sort of make out disturbance of the womanhood moving around and doing things before auditory sensation flooded her senses. It took her panicked psyche a mo to process what she was hearing. It sounded like sound effect from a horror motion-picture show. young lady screaming, a baby crying, brute howling in painfulness. Over it all she could name out some words, it was a young woman who against the background sounded airy and happy.

'' I am property, my only worth is the pleasure I bring ''

'' I am a toy to be played with by my owner ''

'' I am just marrow, an animal to be consumed ''

'' Pleasing Sir is my only finish ''

Over and over again.

While her dope were being attacked by the sound she had n't felt the cleaning woman attaching the straps to the side of the box holding her in place.

kneeling next to her the cleaning woman ran through her genial checklist, making sure everything was ready. gratify at her employment she reached down to the girl crotch and flipped the switch to the magic wand. The low throbbing sent muscle spasm through the girl and she tried to sit up but found she could only move her head. She gave the girls breast a hard squeeze play, not for her pleasure of the touch but to see the girls head thrash with the pain. With a deal to her cloak typeface she pushed her head down and secured it in place with a final strap.

Putting the lid down on top of the box she picked up a hammer and nails from a dick box and set about sealing up the bundle. Brooklyn could learn the nails being driven in and imagined this was the end that she 'd be buried alive like this to suffocate.

Walking out of the elbow room the woman made her way back down the hallway and through a set of doorway that led outside. Sitting down on a chairwoman she pulled out a mail boat of cigarettes, lit one, and took a deep drag. Letting the smoke out with a sigh she let her mind wander as she looked out on the kitchen garden. She thought back to when she had looked like the fille she had just boxed up and when her mother had sold her to pay for drugs. Remembering her life with her first possessor, her mum 's dealer and how much she had hated it. Then when she had been taken strangle and blindfolded in the trunk of a car and sold to Harold on some back road in the middle of the nighttime. About how a great deal she had been shocked by the way he lived but also how much nicer her life had been. She was always clean and fed, she had convention to postdate and do it what was expected of her. She missed the days when Sir had used her torso and called her toy. Her body was n't useful to him in that way now but she could still please and suffice him in her own way, and he still spoiled her. She had her own toy back at plate, to aid her in the kitchen and restrain her warm at night. She wished her toy was here now she needed release after packaging that stupid little bitch. But it would have to wait.

Just then a white van came around the side of the firm and three men got out.

'' You 've got a crateful for shipping ? ``

Standing up, dropping her cigarette into an old tin, `` This way '', and led them into the house and to the box. Stood with the onetime of the three men, she signed his paperwork and stickers were placed over the box to show it was n't opened in transit.

Inside Brooklyn was completely incognizant of what was happening outside of her slight hell. Unable to move and with the noise blasting in her ears she was just sobbing trying to control her respiration so she would n't run out of air. Suddenly she felt the box shift and John Rock. screaming against her gag she was sure this was it. That she would feel them drop her in a kettle of fish and that she would die there in that box. In her panic she passed out.

The box was carried through the mansion and loaded into the van and with a Wave the men left.

Brooklyn was awakened by a shudder running through her physical structure. She had cum from the throbbing vibrator strapped against her. Pulling at her bonds she tried to toss in her startle panic, until she remembered what was happening to her. The strait of horror performing through the headphones felt like it was inside her nous. Her whole body was aching, not just from the night before but also from straining against the shoulder strap under that coming. She was exhausted, alone and scared. She had no pick but to latty there with those horrible auditory sensation and her mantra, playing over and over as her trunk was assaulted by the motor between her legs.

Even though she was trapped inside that dark inferno cut off from the out-of-door she could evidence she was being driven somewhere. She could feel the bumps in the road, the turns, the speedup. At to the lowest degree they had n't buried her, yet. Or maybe that would have been better. For all this to be over. If he did keep her, what else was he going to do to her ? He had already threatened to pull in out her dentition, cut her work force off, and use her as toilet paper. Were they just terror or were they matter he had already done to other girls. In the end it did n't really matter as she was his property, to do with as he wanted. She was bequeath breathless as he felt another orgasm building in her misfortunate aching crotch. Building but never reaching that point, she was too pall to cum. It was just pain there now. Her thoughts started to wither replaced with those horrible sound and her mantra.

'' I am property, my only Worth is the pleasure I bring ''

'' I am a toy to be played with by my proprietor ''

'' I am just meat, an animal to be consumed ''

'' Pleasing Sir is my only goal ''

Over and over again., as she slipped into a half nap .