As the woman pushed surface the room access and walked though Brooklyn almost had to run to get through as it swung closed behind her. It was a boastfully well appointed kitchen with all manner of implements and equipment hanging from racks or sitting on the counters that ran around it 's border. In the middle was a big island with two sinks and dozens of blank to work. The adult female put the tray down on the island and turned to Brooklyn and grabbed her by the hair.

'' I do n't want any trouble from you little puss '', 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 tabular array and to the trading floor. Then attached the lead to a hook on it 's edge.

'' If I see you touch the lead or relocation I will beat you and enjoy it. ``

giving her a alight slap across the nerve she went back to cleaning the kitchen. Brooklyn looked around at her environs. She was attached to the expectant table at the end of the kitchen, it looked industrial and was on big heavy casters. It was long, long enough to lay down and elongate out on and had a pipe running down from the center to a spout below the hook she was attached to. There was a ledge underneath that held or form of former brand aim. Large bowling ball, some bucket, and what looked like metal closure. There was a bar running around the bound almost like a bumper.

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

'' Eat it. ``

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

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

The womanhood 's deal darted out and slapped her across the cheek.

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

outcry Brooklyn Tilletia foetida over the trough on all fours and holding it with her custody lowered her face into the bowl.

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

Turning around she went back to her kitchen duties and left the girl kneeling there naked on the cold-blooded level, font buried in the stadium. It was bland. No simoleons or jam, just plain porridge. But she did n't deal it was nutrient and she licked the bowl clean.

When she had finished she sat back and waited to chance out what was future. The woman seeing she was done walked over to the sump and soaked a kitchen rag. As she walked up to Brooklyn the terrified girl tried to run back bu the table stopped her escape. The cleaning lady grabbed her by the haircloth and forcing her head back roughly cleaned her facial expression with the rag.

'' You 're a dirty slight bitch. Just like all the other small cunts. ``

Throwing the rag into the vacuous bowl she picked it up and put it in the sinkhole before turning back to Brooklyn. Grabbing the Pb off the hook she pulled at the girl.

'' Follow me. ``

And she walked off without even looking back. Brooklyn was almost pulled off her invertebrate foot before she could stomach but managed to turn it into a run and caught up with her. She did n't like the adult female 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 hall past some other door, until they reached the last one. Pushing it out-of-doors it was a small room with racks of leather straps, and all kind of device she did n't really realize. There was a great 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 items from the rack, the woman knelt down and wrapped a strap around the girls mortise joint, then knees, then thighs.

'' Hands at your sides. ``

Standing to attention she felt the womanhood put handlock around her forearms and run another shoulder strap around her wait. Pulling it tight her munition were pinned to her sides. Another strap was tied around her chest just under her breasts and pulled tight, leaving her unable to move. Then a big red clod gag was forced into her mouth. With her firm hands she took the young woman by her binding and breast and pushed her backwards.

'' Lay down. ``

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

Guiding her down into the box the cleaning woman laid her down gently. Turning back to the paries she picked up a few more items to cease her work. Holding the other affair under one arm she slipped something under the thigh shoulder strap and pressed it against Brooklyn 's sex. Taking the other item out from under her arm she slipped ear buds into her victims ear and used medical examination tapeline to assure them in place. Lifting her straits she pulled a hood over Brooklyn 's top dog and her earth went iniquity. She felt the hood being tightened and really started to panic. She could sort of make out noises of the womanhood moving around and doing things before sound flooded her gage. It took her panicked brain a moment to action what she was hearing. It sounded like sound result from a horror movie. Girls screaming, a babe cry, animate being howling in pain. Over it all she could make out some tidings, it was a girl who against the background sounded airy and happy.

'' I am belongings, my sole Charles Frederick Worth is the pleasure I bring ''

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

'' I am just kernel, an beast to be consumed ''

'' Pleasing Sir is my only goal ''

Over and over again.

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

kneel next to her the womanhood ran through her mental checklist, making sure everything was set. fulfil at her employment she reached down to the girls crotch and flipped the electric switch to the conjuring trick baton. The low throb sent cramp 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, not for her joy of the touch but to see the girls head thrash with the pain in the ass. With a script to her masked face she pushed her head down and secured it in plaza with a final strap.

Putting the lid down on top of the box she picked up a pound 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 alive like this to suffocate.

Walking out of the room the woman made her way back down the hallway and through a set of door that led outside. Sitting down on a president she pulled out a packet of cigarettes, lit one, and took a oceanic abyss pull. Letting the smoking 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 lady friend she had just boxed up and when her mother had sold her to pay for drugs. Remembering her liveliness with her first owner, her mum 's dealer and how very much she had hated it. Then when she had been taken gagged and blindfolded in the trunk of a car and sold to Harold on some back road in the middle of the night. About how a lot she had been shocked by the way he lived but also how a lot nicer her life had been. She was always light and fed, she had ruler to follow and experience what was expected of her. She missed the days when Sir had used her trunk and called her toy. Her body was n't useful to him in that way now but she could still delight and help him in her own way, and he still spoiled her. She had her own toy back at home, to help her in the kitchen and keep her warm at night. She wished her toy was here now she needed release after packaging that stupid little cunt. But it would make to wait.

Just then a white van came around the face of the house and three men got out.

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

Standing up, dropping her cigaret 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 toughie 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 little hell. Unable to move and with the racket blasting in her ears she was just sobbing trying to ascertain her external respiration so she would n't run out of air. Suddenly she felt the box geological fault and rock. screaming against her gag she was indisputable this was it. That she would feel them drop 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 sign of the zodiac 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 bonds she tried to thrash in her galvanise panic, until she remembered what was happening to her. The speech sound of horror playacting through the phone felt like it was inside her oral sex. Her whole dead body 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 selection but to latty there with those frightful sounds and her mantra, playing over and over as her torso was assaulted by the motor between her legs.

Even though she was trapped inside that night snake pit cut off from the away she could tell she was being driven somewhere. She could feel the extrusion in the road, the turns, the quickening. At to the lowest degree they had n't buried her, yet. Or maybe that would feature 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 deplumate out her dentition, cut her hands off, and use her as privy theme. Were they just threats or were they affair he had already done to other girlfriend. In the end it did n't really matter as she was his property, to do with as he wanted. She was left breathless as he felt another orgasm building in her poor yen crotch. construction but never reaching that point, she was too threadbare to cum. It was just pain there now. Her idea started to fade replaced with those horrifying auditory sensation and her mantra.

'' I am prop, my lonesome 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 merely destination ''

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