Sandra stares at the wall unable to move, unable to remember. Her mind is adrift, lost to some humans between pleasure and pain, between cognisance and unconsciousness. Her consistence still spasms from the 28 sexual climax and infinite electrical shocks forced upon her over the end three hours. Her trembling legs, still suspended above her by their torturous strings, send little towboat to the clamps that secure them tightly to her teat. What's left of Sandra's judgment is trying to collect the will to move, to clean herself up and get her toys put away before her phratry wakes up in a few hours. A few hour ... the construct bounces around in her genius, but it's meaning is lost. All meaning is lost. To Sandra a second is now the same as a yr.

A sound echoes through her brain. Her conscious judgement knows it's her bedroom door, but the connectedness between awareness and action mechanism is nowhere to be found. Her the right way foot falls to the bed, followed immediately by the leftfield. Her boob spring from their stretched distortion and, with a tenuous joggle, fall to their instinctive status. someplace deep in her judgement Sandra knows this is happening, that someone is standing over her naked, lost body, yet she can do nothing but stare at the paries. Something comes into view, moving toward her, and the wall is replaced with dark, nothingness. Sandra feels arms under her lilliputian frame, lifting then lowering. She feels cocooned in a jolty material. The canvas carapace lifts, taking her with it, and is being carried somewhere. The building concern brings her intellect back to the open, but it's too late. She's now trapped in some sort of big gym bag being taken to some obscure shoes. She tries to fight, to rip the tape measure from her backtalk and howler for help, but there isn't enough room in the bag to move. care turns to panic and Sandra begins to hyperventilate. In her already exhausted state she soon passes out…

Sandra awakes in a world of wickedness. She reaches up to sense a leaden leather toughie leaving only her mouth and nose exposed while minor hole in the back lets her haircloth hang out of the hood like a jigger tail and turgid bulges cover her eyes and ears. The hood is held in place by a quiet sword collar with a padlock preventing it's remotion. Continuing her hunt she finds that The overlord is gone and a very unlike device was in it's place. While The passkey was a cobbled together widget of scavenged parts, this new gimmick was streamlined. It's outer shell seemed to be liquid, polished sword hinged at the crotch with modest mess over her sex and anus. It was also much flimsy and more form fitting than her creation, it's waist circle reached higher and was secured with a padlock on either side. Her simple leather cuffs were now smooth sword band also secured with padlocks, with similar rings at her ankles. Feeling up and down for any other variety she finds that the rest of her body was still completely defenseless. She feels the bed she woke on and placard it's firmer and larger that the one she was taken from, king size by her Best guess. She reaches a toe off of the edge to find a cold-blooded hard floor in place of the lenient nooky carpeting of her elbow room. She slides her other foot to the ground and takes a step, nearly falling as her still exhausted consistence struggles to support itself.

"Get back on the bed."The voice booms through her fountainhead as if coming from all focus. It sounded synthetic, like the vocalisation scramblers used by bad hombre in movies. Sandra turns her head to try to determine it's direction of origin when a sharp shock to her neck causes her to yap in pain."I said back on the bed, striver. Do I need to assure you again ?"Sandra's breath quickens as she turns around frantically, waving her coat of arms in front of her until she feels the sharpness of the bed."Good girl,"the anonymous representative utters as she climbs back onto the bed.

"Who are you ? Where am - AAHHHH ! ! !"Another jar shoots through her neck opening, inviolable than the last.

"A slave speaks only when given permission, or to do a point question."Sandra tips her head back and Forth River, trying to figure out where the part is coming from."That's not going to help. I'm speaking to you through headphones in your tough. They're randomness canceling, you only see and hear what I decide."Sandra's world of swarthiness is suddenly filled with blinding light. As her eyes adjust she discovers that the lighting is actually a screen in front of each eye showing a be top down persuasion of her sitting on the bed. The prototype is carefully cropped to not demonstrate anything beyond the edge of the bed, leaving her surroundings a enigma. Sandra is both impressed and terrified by the technical capacity of her captor. She begins to wonder if he's even in the Lapp building when the articulation reappearance,"Would you like some water ?"

"Yes."A consequence later another abominable shock hits her, this fourth dimension to her wrists.

"A slave will show obedience when speaking to her master. First misdemeanour will experience gentle department of corrections like you have seen, but if you continue to disappoint me I assure you the punishments can be much more stern. I will ask again, does my slave motivation a drink ?"

Sandra pauses before answering. She knows what he wants her to say, but does not want to give this man the satisfaction of her obedience. Still she doesn't want to determine out what will happen if she refuses. She grits her dentition and answers,"Yes Sir."Suddenly the eyeshot being projected in her eyes zooms out slightly, revealing the country surrounding the bed and Sandra study it closely, looking for some clew as to her localisation. She sees polished concrete trading floor, a can about 6 feet to the left of the bed with a sinkhole next to it and a water fountain the Same distance to the rightfield of the bed. She gets off the bed on the side of meat of the water fountain and slowly makes her way to it, finding it difficult to assert her comportment while watching herself from above. After just a moment she reaches the fountain and as she sips it's sang-froid water the spokesperson provides boost instruction.

"You will receive this view for XX proceedings every twelve hours. It is only during this time that you may get out the bed. Do not divagate beyond the view of the camera. Do not leave the bed unless you see this. There will not be a aristocratical fudge factor for failures in this regard, do you understand ?"

"Yes, Sir."Sandra replies before between sips from the fountain. She is still far too weak to attempt any character of escape and decides to obey for now as any further penalty will only exacerbate the consequence. Besides, how is she to escape if she can't hear or see anything beyond what is presented to her.

"Good, I suggest you hydrate well and use the throne while you're up, it will be another XII 60 minutes before you get another chance."

Sandra takes her fill of piss before wobbling her way to the toilette, the forced position of the camera making her a bit dizzy. When she gets to the potty she stops, how does she relieve herself with this contraption between her branch ? As if reading her nous, the voice chimes in,"The device is equipped with a catheter and the anal plug is hollow. When you sit on the john the catheter will open, draining your bladder and a sand trap threshold in the quid will open allowing you to defecate, though it may take a bit more feat than normal."Sandra cautiously sits down and her view immediately changes to a camera inside the toilet looking up. A indorse later, she can see the trapdoor open up under her anus and her bladder starts to drain through a hole just opposite the hinge. Sandra's venter turns at the melodic theme of being forced to watch her wasteland exit her body, but she pushes the thought aside and attempts to value the rest period of an empty bladder. After the flow stops she gives a energy quick to see if she needs to lighten her bowels, but decides that can wait until the next chance.

Contemplating being confined to the bed for the succeeding 12 hours, Sandra decides to spend the rest of her twenty minutes walking around her official arena stretching her sore legs. After a bit of practice she begins to aline to walking in a 3rd individual view. Eventually a red timer appears in the center of her horizon counting down from three min with the words"RETURN TO BED"flashing underneath it. Sandra makes her way to the water natural spring and takes a long final exam potable before returning to her new plush prison. ‘ Prison,'she thinks, ‘ even the worst prisoners get an minute outside a day, I get two curtly twenty moment breaks and it's just to drink and use the bathroom.'

When the timer reaches zero her vision goes smuggled once more and the representative returns."Very effective, you're learning well. well-nigh new hard worker need to be shocked five or six fourth dimension before they shut up, and you should see the raft they turn into when they refuse to stay within their designated areas."An image flashing in front of Sandra's eyes of a lady friend tied to a bed, HER secured to her own bed, being tormented by the master. Her shorter whisker means it was taken at one of her first base sessions This creep was spying on her the entirely meter ! As soon as she recognizes the slant of the image as being taken from her laptop's webcam another similar figure of her appears. The slightly changed angle of the picture and different moderate position makes it unclutter that the image was taken on a different night than the last. Four more photograph, each from a different self-bondage academic session, flash before her heart before the look-alike goes black and the voice resume."I've been watching you perform your own breeding for a while now. That appliance you made is keen, I just had to copy it albeit with some computer hardware rise and a more aesthetic form. The software program is telling as well, it will be a literal feat to improve upon it."Sandra feels again at the twist around her waist while condemning herself for being so lax with certificate. Her compromised laptop had not only allowed this man access to a nominal head row prospect of her about common soldier moments, but also her schematic and programming notes. She handed him everything he needed to torment her endlessly on a silver medal phonograph recording."My new version is totally wireless,"the vox continued,"It has enough battery to last for three days at full power and charges wirelessly whenever you are on the bed. It can oscillate stronger and shock much, much arduous than your makeshift design. This must all be quite overwhelming to you. Do you bear any questions ?"

"Who are you ?"Sandra asks, not expecting a veridical solution. After a brief s a shock screams through her clit, this one much more powerful than the earlier corrections.

"What did I tell you about respect, Slave ?"

Sandra takes a second to get together herself before she asks again,"Who are you, Sir ?"

"I am your schoolmaster now, and you are my slave. I will stay your master until you are freed, you do not postulate to know my epithet, because you will address me only as professional or Sir."

Sandra's stomach bend at the persuasion, but his resolution offers her a intimation of hope and Sandra leap on it."You said when I'm free, how long will I be kept here, Sir ?"

"That is up to you. Your term of servitude began at ninety days, but each time you refuse to obey an Holy Order or break a regulation another day is added. Severe misdemeanor such as trying to run away or attempting to harm me will ensue in much more time being added to your full term, in addition to severe punishment. You currently have ninety-three years until your terminus is up. After your term is up all you have to do is ask for your freedom, if you still want it, and it will be granted. This is the last time I will tell you how much prison term remains on your term, it is up to you to retain track. Luckily your schedule is fixed and the musical interval between breaks will not vary, so it shouldn't be too hard to do. commend this, though, if you ask for your exemption before your full term is up two affair will happen. You will take in a very severe penalty, and thirty daytime will be added to your term."

Sandra thinks about the terms of her imprisonment and, realizing how difficult escape will be considering her captor's potentiality, decides her beneficial bet is to play his game. She proceeds with her questioning carefully, hoping to forfend any extra time being added to her term."Where am I, Sir ? Where are you, Sir ?"

"You are where I want you to be, which is where you will be at all multiplication unless you wish to be punished. I am nearby. Surely you didn't expect an answer any more specific than that."

Sandra impediment at his non-answer and is about to berate her new master but holds her tongue. Instead, her stomach rumbles and her adjacent question comes to beware."I'm hungry, when do I get to eat….Sir ?"She sighs in relief for catching her near slip.

"I'm glad you asked. As you know, piddle and the chance to unbosom yourself will be offered twice daily, but food is a much less immediate need. It must be earned. Would you like an chance to earn your offset meal ?"

Sandra thinks it over briefly, but a 2nd stomachal groan makes her decision for her."Yes, Sir"She meekly reply, unsure of what task her response will present.

"Very well"the part windfall as Sandra's vision returns. This clock time it's looking straight at her from across the room, The sodding white ground offers no perspective on how big the elbow room is or where her area is positioned within it."Get down on your genu at the foot of the bed."fearfulness and disgust sweep over her as her mind immediately guesses what this task will be. She freezes on the bed, unable to impel herself to comply. The photographic camera providing her with her lone means of sight start to run, approaching her bed as the spokesperson returns in her ears."You asked for this opportunity, refusing now would be insulting."Fear of penalization, and adding time to her sentence, overrides her disgust toward her captor and gives Sandra the motivation needed to abide by. She climbs down from the bed, closing her eyes to hide her shame from herself. A powerful shock absorber hits her neck, causing her to stumble and oink as she walks toward the foot of the bed."I said you will see what I want you to see, watching is not optional. Closing your oculus beyond a fugitive nictation is forbidden anytime an look-alike is presented. You've just added another day to your term."

Sandra opens her eyes as she lowers herself to her knee joint and the survey is now directly in figurehead of her looking down at her kneeling petite build."Open your sass, Slave."The camera pans down to reveal a massive cock, at to the lowest degree 9 inches long and much stocky than the frozen pops that Sandra had practiced on in her old life. Sandra takes a bass breath and obeys."Put your manus behind your back."As Sandra does so, she feels a comrade charismatic pawl as her wrist joint are locked together."Do not resist, don't pull away, don't even think about biting. If I feel a single tooth your penalisation will be unimaginable."A script reaches into persuasion, She watches it reach toward her facial expression, but as it makes contact it startles Sandra. She's never watched someone spot her from a third person aspect before, and the sensation is unsettling. The hand gently caresses her cheek, almost lovingly as it reaches behind her fountainhead and guides it toward the monumental shaft. Sandra accepts his counsel passively, hoping to just get it over with, but as soon as the tip of her master's cock enters her mouth he jerks her headway violently, burying the throbbing member late into her throat. Sandra gags on the intrusion, but the hand behind her head firmly holds her in place. After what feels like an eternity, the paw grabs her hair roughly and pulls her school principal back until only the tip remains in her lip. Sandra gasps for breathing time, drawing in whatever air she can around the giant peter filling her backtalk, but her breath is interrupted as her master thrusts again, pounding his hawkshaw trench into her throat. She forces her middle to remain surface, watching helplessly from his view as he continues to forcefully fuck her brass, and Sandra struggles to maintain both her breathing space and her compliance with this violent assault. After several minute of arc of clinging to consciousness against her dwindling supply of fresh oxygen, she feels him tense up just as his ejaculate shoots deep in the back of her sass. He holds her still until the spasms subside, then thrusts once more deep into her pharynx before withdrawing and releasing his clench on her tomentum. Sandra falls to her slope, coughing and choking on the invading seed as it oozes from her mouthpiece."I thought you were hungry,"the vox mocks,"A hungry slave would bear eagerly swallowed her schoolmaster's seed."The camera aspect recedes from her before her vision goes black again."I guess we'll see if you're really hungry tomorrow."Her cuff unlock behind her back and her vision is restored to the above persuasion. A warning blink of an eye as she struggles to catch her breath, the timekeeper giving her lonesome ten seconds to return to the bed. Sandra struggles to lift herself off the flooring, barely making it to her plush prison before time runs out."Enjoy your eternal rest, Slave. I'll see you in the morning."Her vision goes blackness again, and the shiny new device locked between her pegleg leap to living .