As the woman pushed open the door and walked though Brooklyn almost had to run to get through as it swung closed behind her. It was a magnanimous well appointed kitchen with all manner of implements and equipment hanging from wrack or sitting on the tabulator that ran around it 's edge. In the middle was a large island with two sinks and bunch of blank space to process. The woman put the tray down on the island and turned to Brooklyn and grabbed her by the hair.

'' I do n't require any trouble from you little 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 large metal table and to the story. Then attached the lead to a hook on it 's edge.

'' If I see you bear on the tip or move I will beat you and enjoy it. ``

gift her a unhorse slap across the face she went back to cleaning the kitchen. Brooklyn looked around at her surroundings. She was attached to the large mesa at the end of the kitchen, it looked industrial and was on big leaden casters. It was long, long enough to lay down and stretch out on and had a pipe running down from the middle to a spout below the hook she was attached to. There was a shelf underneath that held or sorting of other steel physical object. Large bowls, some bucket, and what looked like metal blocks. There was a bar running around the sharpness almost like a bumper.

As she was distracted, taking in the object she was next to, the fair sex came back over to her and dropped a arena on the floor next to her.

'' Eat it. ``

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

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

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

'' You 're a niggling squawk and little gripe do n't get spoon. Now stick your human face in the pipe bowl and eat like the dog you are before I shove your side into it. ``

cry Brooklyn Tilletia foetida over the bowl on all 4 and holding it with her manus lowered her face into the bowl.

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

Turning around she went back to her kitchen tariff and left the girl kneeling there naked on the cold storey, face buried in the roll. It was bland. No sugar or jam, just plain stitch porridge. But she did n't give care it was food and she licked the bowl clean.

When she had finished she sat back and waited to find out what was following. The woman seeing she was done walked over to the sinkhole and soaked a kitchen rag. As she walked up to Brooklyn the terrified girl tried to make a motion back bu the table stopped her escape. The char grabbed her by the haircloth and forcing her head back roughly cleaned her boldness with the rag.

'' You 're a dingy little bitch. Just like all the other fiddling cunts. ``

Throwing the rag into the empty bowl she picked it up and put it in the sink before turning back to Brooklyn. Grabbing the tether off the hook 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 but managed to turn it into a run and caught up with her. She did n't like the char much, she wanted to be back with her owner. At least he was n't nasty to her.

She was led through another door and down a Charles Francis Hall past some other door, until they reached the last one. Pushing it undefended it was a pocket-size room with wheel of leather straps, and all kind of devices she did n't really make out. There was a with child wooden box on the level 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 point from the single-foot, the adult female knelt down and wrapped a strap around the girlfriend ankles, then knees, then thighs.

'' Hands at your sides. ``

Standing to attention she felt the woman put cuffs around her forearms and run another strap around her time lag. Pulling it tight her coat of arms were pinned to her sides. Another strap was tied around her thorax just under her breasts and pulled tight, leaving her unable to affect. Then a big red ball gag was forced into her mouth. With her business firm hands she took the fille by her backbone and chest and pushed her backwards.

'' Lay down. ``

Unsteadily Brooklyn tried to be given backwards but the only if thing stopping her from falling was this woman 's rasping touch.

Guiding her down into the box the womanhood laid her down gently. Turning back to the rampart she picked up a few more than token to finish her body of work. Holding the other things under one arm she slipped something under the thigh strap and pressed it against Brooklyn 's sex. Taking the early items out from under her arm she slipped ear buds into her victims ear and used medical checkup tape measure to secure them in place. Lifting her head she pulled a hood over Brooklyn 's read/write head and her human beings went dark. She felt the hood being tightened and really started to panic. She could sort of make out noises of the cleaning lady moving around and doing thing before sound flooded her Mary Jane. It took her panicked brain a moment to process what she was hearing. It sounded like auditory sensation effects from a repulsion motion-picture show. daughter shriek, a baby crying, animal howling in pain. Over it all she could make out some Scripture, it was a girl who against the backdrop 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 heart and soul, an creature to be consumed ''

'' Pleasing Sir is my solitary destination ''

Over and over again.

While her gumption were being attacked by the audio she had n't felt the char attaching the shoulder strap to the side of meat of the box holding her in place.

Kneeling next to her the woman ran through her mental checklist, making sure everything was fix. Satisfied at her work she reached down to the female child crotch and flipped the switch to the magic wand. The low throb sent spasms through the girl and she tried to sit up but found she could only move her head. She gave the girls breast a knockout squeeze, not for her pleasure of the touch but to see the girls head thrash with the pain. With a mitt to her masked boldness she pushed her principal down and secured it in place with a net strap.

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

Walking out of the room the charwoman made her way back down the hall and through a set of doors that led outside. Sitting down on a chair she pulled out a packet of cigarettes, lit one, and took a deep retarding force. Letting the smoke out with a sigh she let her listen wander as she looked out on the kitchen garden. She thought back to when she had looked like the girl she had just boxed up and when her mother had sold her to pay for drugs. Remembering her life with her world-class proprietor, her mum 's bargainer and how much she had hated it. Then when she had been taken retch and blindfolded in the luggage compartment of a car and sold to Harold on some rearward road in the eye of the dark. About how much she had been shocked by the way he lived but also how much nicer her life had been. She was always sporty and fed, she had normal to follow and experience what was expected of her. She missed the days when Sir had used her eubstance and called her toy. Her body was n't useful to him in that way now but she could still please and dish him in her own way, and he still spoiled her. She had her own toy back at home, to aid her in the kitchen and keep her warm at night. She wished her toy was here now she needed vent after packaging that dolt little cunt. But it would have to wait.

Just then a white van came around the side of meat of the family 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 unaware of what was happening outside of her lilliputian hell. Unable to move and with the dissonance blasting in her ears she was just sobbing trying to master her external 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 find them drop her in a hollow and that she would die there in that box. In her scare she passed out.

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

Brooklyn was awakened by a shudder running through her body. She had cum from the throbbing vibrator strapped against her. Pulling at her bail bond she tried to thrash in her startled panic, until she remembered what was happening to her. The strait of horror playing through the headphones felt like it was inside her head teacher. Her unit physical structure was aching, not just from the night before but also from straining against the straps under that coming. She was exhausted, alone and scared. She had no option but to latty there with those frightful 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 hell cut off from the outside she could tell she was being driven somewhere. She could feel the bumps in the route, the turns, the accelerations. At least they had n't buried her, yet. Or maybe that would hold been better. For all this to be over. If he did hold open her, what else was he going to do to her ? He had already threatened to commit out her teeth, cut her men off, and use her as throne paper. Were they just threats or were they things he had already done to early girls. In the end it did n't really matter as she was his property, to do with as he wanted. She was forget breathless as he felt another orgasm building in her poor aching privates. construction but never reaching that level, she was too play out to cum. It was just botheration there now. Her thoughts started to melt replaced with those horrible auditory sensation and her mantra.

'' I am property, my lone 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 solely goal ''

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