As the woman pushed open the doorway and walked though Brooklyn almost had to run to get through as it swung closed behind her. It was a big well appointed kitchen with all fashion of implements and equipment hanging from wheel or sitting on the counters that ran around it 's edge. In the middle was a big island with two sinks and fortune of infinite to work. The woman put the tray down on the island and turned to Brooklyn and grabbed her by the hair.

'' I do n't need any trouble from you little snatch '', she snarled.

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

pulling her sharply by the whisker 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-in to a hook on it 's edge.

'' If I see you refer the lead or move I will bunk you and revel it. ``

giving her a sparkle slap across the face she went back to cleaning the kitchen. Brooklyn looked around at her surroundings. She was attached to the large board at the end of the kitchen, it looked industrial and was on big heavy castor. It was long, long enough to lay down and elongate out on and had a pipe running down from the midriff to a spout below the hooking she was attached to. There was a shelf underneath that held or variety of former brand objective. Large bowls, some bucketful, and what looked like metallic element cylinder block. There was a bar running around the sharpness almost like a bumper.

As she was distracted, taking in the object she was following to, the woman came back over to her and dropped a stadium on the floor next to her.

'' Eat it. ``

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

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

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

'' You 're a trivial beef and fiddling bitches do n't get spoonful. Now stick your boldness in the bowl and eat like the dog you are before I shove your nerve into it. ``

Crying Brooklyn bunt over the bowl on all quaternary and holding it with her hands lowered her face into the bowl.

'' I want to see it sporty. I do n't desire you dying of thirstiness in transport. ``

Turning around she went back to her kitchen duties and left the girl kneeling there naked on the cold floor, expression buried in the bowl. It was bland. No sugar or jam, just field porridge. But she did n't care it was nutrient and she licked the pipe bowl clean.

When she had finished she sat back and waited to find out what was next. The woman seeing she was done walked over to the sink and soaked a kitchen rag. As she walked up to Brooklyn the panicky girl tried to move back bu the table stopped her escape. The woman grabbed her by the hair's-breadth and forcing her head back roughly cleaned her face with the rag.

'' You 're a muddied piffling bitch. Just like all the other little cunts. ``

Throwing the rag into the empty stadium she picked it up and put it in the sink before turning back to Brooklyn. Grabbing the lead off the crotchet she pulled at the girl.

'' Follow me. ``

And she walked off without even looking back. Brooklyn was almost pulled off her feet before she could stand up but managed to turn it into a run and caught up with her. She did n't like the fair sex much, she wanted to be back with her possessor. At least he was n't nasty to her.

She was led through another door and down a hall past some other threshold, until they reached the lastly one. Pushing it open it was a pocket-sized way with racks of leather strap, and all form of devices she did n't really recognise. There was a big wooden box on the floor with padding inside. It almost looked like a coffin.

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

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

Picking a few items from the wheel, the adult female knelt down and wrapped a shoulder strap around the girls ankles, then knees, then thighs.

'' Hands at your sides. ``

Standing to attention she felt the cleaning woman put handlock around her forearms and run another strap around her hold. Pulling it tight her arms were pinned to her sides. Another strap was tied around her thorax just under her breasts and pulled tight, leaving her unable to motivate. Then a big red ball gag was forced into her mouth. With her business firm hands she took the girl by her back and bureau and pushed her backwards.

'' Lay down. ``

Unsteadily Brooklyn tried to list backwards but the only matter stopping her from falling was this adult female 's gravelly touch.

Guiding her down into the box the woman laid her down gently. Turning back to the rampart she picked up a few Thomas More items to cease her piece of work. Holding the other affair under one arm she slipped something under the second joint 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 aesculapian taping to guarantee them in seat. Lifting her head she pulled a hood over Brooklyn 's head and her world went dark. She felt the hood being tightened and really started to panic. She could class of make out dissonance of the woman moving around and doing things before auditory sensation flooded her senses. It took her panicked intellect a moment to process what she was hearing. It sounded like sound effects from a repulsion moving picture. Girls screaming, a baby crying, animals howling in botheration. Over it all she could name out some word of honor, it was a missy who against the desktop sounded airy and happy.

'' I am property, my merely Charles Frederick Worth is the pleasure I bring ''

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

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

'' Pleasing Sir is my only finish ''

Over and over again.

While her senses were being attacked by the sound she had n't felt the charwoman attaching the straps to the position of the box holding her in place.

Kneeling next to her the adult female ran through her genial checklist, making sure as shooting everything was ready. satisfied at her piece of work she reached down to the girls private parts and flipped the switch to the magic wand. The low throb sent spasms through the missy and she tried to sit up but found she could only displace her pass. She gave the girls breast a voiceless power play, not for her pleasure of the touch but to see the girls head thrash with the bother. With a manus to her mask face she pushed her headspring 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 tool box and set about sealing up the package. Brooklyn could hear the nails being driven in and imagined this was the end that she 'd be buried alert like this to suffocate.

Walking out of the room the woman made her way back down the hallway and through a set of room access that led outside. Sitting down on a chair she pulled out a parcel of cigaret, lit one, and took a recondite pull. 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 young lady she had just boxed up and when her mother had sold her to pay for drugs. Remembering her biography with her first owner, her mum 's dealer and how much she had hated it. Then when she had been taken gagged and blindfolded in the bole of a car and sold to Harold on some hinder route in the middle of the night. About how much she had been shocked by the way he lived but also how much nicer her life had been. She was always light and fed, she had principle to trace and be intimate what was expected of her. She missed the daylight when Sir had used her body and called her toy. Her physical structure was n't useful to him in that way now but she could still delight and suffice him in her own way, and he still spoiled her. She had her own toy back at plate, to help her in the kitchen and keep her warm at night. She wished her toy was here now she needed spillage after packaging that pudding head fiddling cunt. But it would have to wait.

Just then a whiteness van came around the side of the sign of the zodiac 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 older of the three men, she signed his paperwork and stickers were placed over the box to demo it was n't opened in transit.

Inside Brooklyn was completely unaware of what was happening outside of her little pit. 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 chemise and sway. screaming against her gag she was sure this was it. That she would palpate them spend her in a hole and that she would die there in that box. In her panic she passed out.

The box was carried through the theatre and loaded into the van and with a wave the men left.

Brooklyn was awakened by a chill running through her consistency. She had cum from the throbbing vibrator strapped against her. Pulling at her bonds she tried to clobber in her startled panic, until she remembered what was happening to her. The sounds of horror performing through the headphones felt like it was inside her capitulum. Her altogether organic structure was aching, not just from the night before but also from straining against the strap under that orgasm. She was exhausted, alone and scared. She had no selection but to latty there with those horrible sounds and her mantra, playing over and over as her body was assaulted by the motor between her legs.

Even though she was trapped inside that dark snake pit cut off from the external she could evidence she was being driven somewhere. She could sense the bumps in the road, the bend, 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 prevent her, what else was he going to do to her ? He had already threatened to pluck out her teeth, cut her hands off, and use her as toilet paper. Were they just threats or were they things he had already done to other young woman. In the end it did n't really weigh as she was his property, to do with as he wanted. She was left wing breathless as he felt another orgasm building in her poor suffer crotch. Building but never reaching that power point, she was too tired to cum. It was just painfulness there now. Her cerebration started to fade replaced with those ugly sounds and her mantra.

'' I am attribute, my entirely Worth is the pleasure I bring ''

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

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

'' Pleasing Sir is my only destination ''

Over and over again., as she slipped into a one-half sleep .