Sandra stares at the wall unable to move, ineffective to think. Her idea is adrift, lost to some world between joy and pain, between consciousness and unconsciousness. Her eubstance still spasms from the xxviii coming and countless electric shocks forced upon her over the final stage three hours. Her trembling legs, still suspended above her by their torturous strings, send small tugs to the clinch that secure them tightly to her teat. What's left of Sandra's mind is trying to roll up the will to run, to clean herself up and get her toys put away before her family wakes up in a few hours. A few time of day ... the concept bounces around in her brain, but it's meaning is lost. All meaning is lost. To Sandra a secondment is now the same as a yr.

A auditory sensation echoes through her psyche. Her conscious brain knows it's her sleeping accommodation door, but the connection between consciousness and action is nowhere to be found. Her rectify foot falls to the bed, followed immediately by the left wing. Her knocker springiness from their stretched torture and, with a slight jiggle, settle to their natural position. Somewhere abstruse in her psyche Sandra knows this is happening, that mortal is standing over her raw, helpless body, yet she can do cypher but stare at the paries. Something comes into view, moving toward her, and the bulwark is replaced with duskiness, nothingness. Sandra feels arms under her petite systema skeletale, lifting then lowering. She feels cocooned in a rough fabric. The sail carapace ski tow, taking her with it, and is being carried somewhere. The building veneration brings her mind back to the airfoil, but it's too late. She's now trapped in some variety of tumid gym bag being taken to some unknown place. She tries to struggle, to rip the taping from her back talk and belly laugh for assistance, but there isn't enough room in the bag to move. concern turns to panic and Sandra begins to hyperventilate. In her already exhausted DoS she soon passes out…

Sandra awakes in a universe of wickedness. She reaches up to finger a sound leather hood leaving only her backtalk and nose exposed while small hole in the back lets her fuzz hang out of the tough like a jigger tail and orotund gibbosity cover her eyes and ears. The bonnet is held in place by a quiet steel dog collar with a padlock preventing it's removal. Continuing her search she finds that The Master is gone and a very different device was in it's space. While The Master was a cobbled together contraption of scavenged parts, this new gimmick was aerodynamic. It's outer shell seemed to be smooth, urbane blade hinged at the crotch with little cakehole over her sex and anus. It was also much slender and more variant trying on than her creation, it's waistline circle reached higher and was secured with a padlock on either position. Her simple leather cuffs were now smooth brand hoop also secured with padlocks, with similar tintinnabulation at her ankle joint. Feeling up and down for any other changes she finds that the quietus of her body was still completely naked. She feels the bed she woke on and card it's firmer and with child that the one she was taken from, king sizing by her best guess. She reaches a toe off of the edge to bump a cold knockout floor in spot of the soft nookie carpeting of her room. She slides her other human foot to the basis and takes a footprint, nearly falling as her still exhausted torso struggles to support itself.

"Get back on the bed."The interpreter booms through her head as if coming from all direction. It sounded synthetic, like the vocalization scramblers used by bad guy rope in film. Sandra turns her head to try to square up it's instruction of origin when a acutely stupor to her cervix causes her to yelp in pain."I said back on the bed, hard worker. Do I need to tell you again ?"Sandra's breath quickens as she turns around frantically, waving her arms in strawman of her until she feels the border of the bed."Good missy,"the anonymous voice utters as she climbs back onto the bed.

"Who are you ? Where am - AAHHHH ! ! !"Another electric shock shoots through her neck, stronger than the last.

"A hard worker speaks only when given permit, or to serve a directly question."Sandra tips her psyche back and Forth, trying to cipher out where the phonation is coming from."That's not going to help oneself. I'm speech production to you through headphones in your hood. They're noise canceling, you only see and try what I decide."Sandra's world of darkness is suddenly filled with blinding light. As her eyes adjust she discovers that the light is actually a sieve in presence of each eye showing a live top down view of her sitting on the bed. The prototype is carefully cropped to not picture anything beyond the edge of the bed, leaving her environs a mystery. Sandra is both impressed and terrified by the proficient capableness of her captor. She begins to question if he's even in the Same building when the voice returns,"Would you like some water ?"

"Yes."A moment later another painful shock hits her, this metre to her wrists.

"A slave will point obedience when speech production to her master. First infringement will welcome gentle corrections like you have seen, but if you continue to disappoint me I assure you the punishments can be much more wicked. I will ask again, does my slave need a swallow ?"

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 find out what will take place if she refuses. She grits her teeth and answers,"Yes Sir."Suddenly the view being projected in her center zooms out slightly, revealing the field surrounding the bed and Sandra field it closely, looking for some clue as to her fix. She sees milled concrete flooring, a can about 6 feet to the left wing of the bed with a sink next to it and a water fountain the Same distance to the right wing of the bed. She gets off the bed on the face of the weewee spring and slowly makes her way to it, finding it difficult to maintain her bearing while watching herself from above. After just a moment she reaches the fountain and as she sips it's cool water the voice provides boost instruction.

"You will receive this vista for twenty dollar bill mo every twelve 60 minutes. It is only during this fourth dimension that you may leave the bed. Do not wander beyond the vista of the camera. Do not leave the bed unless you see this. There will not be a gentle fudge factor for loser in this respect, do you understand ?"

"Yes, Sir."Sandra replies before between sips from the natural spring. She is still far too weak to seek any type of leak and decides to obey for now as any boost punishment will only exacerbate the government issue. 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 toilet while you're up, it will be another XII hours before you get another chance."

Sandra takes her fill of water before wobbling her way to the throne, the coerce position of the photographic camera making her a bit silly. When she gets to the toilet she stops, how does she relieve herself with this contraption between her leg ? As if reading her judgement, the articulation chimes in,"The device is equipped with a catheter and the anal plug is hollow. When you sit on the pot the catheter will give, draining your bladder and a yap doorway in the plug will spread out allowing you to defecate, though it may take a bit more effort than normal."Sandra cautiously sits down and her view immediately changes to a camera inside the lav looking up. A s later, she can see the trapdoor open under her anus and her bladder starts to drain through a hole just opposite the hinge. Sandra's belly turns at the estimation of being forced to watch her waste material exit her body, but she pushes the reckon aside and attempt to prize the relief of an empty bladder. After the stream stops she gives a push quick to see if she needs to relieve her intestine, but decides that can waitress until the next opportunity.

Contemplating being confined to the bed for the next twelve hours, Sandra decides to spend the residual of her twenty second walking around her order sphere stretching her sore legs. After a bit of pattern she begins to adapt to walking in a one-third someone view. Eventually a red timer appears in the center of her view counting down from three minutes with the words"RETURN TO BED"flashing underneath it. Sandra makes her way to the water outflow and takes a long net crapulence before returning to her new plush prison. ‘ Prison,'she thinks, ‘ even the tough captive get an hour outside a day, I get two forgetful twenty minute of arc rift and it's just to toast and use the bathroom.'

When the timekeeper reaches zero her imaginativeness goes black once more and the representative returns."Very good, you're learning well. about new slaves need to be shocked five or six times before they shut up, and you should see the mess they turn into when they refuse to stay within their designated areas."An look-alike flashes in front of Sandra's eyes of a young lady tied to a bed, HER secured to her own bed, being tormented by the skipper. Her little haircloth means it was taken at one of her first academic term This creep was spying on her the unhurt time ! As soon as she recognizes the slant of the image as being taken from her laptop's webcam another similar image of her appears. The slightly changed angle of the picture and different restrained position makes it clear that the epitome was taken on a different Night than the last. Four more photos, each from a unlike self-bondage session, flashbulb before her eyes before the image goes black and the vocalism CV."I've been watching you do your own breeding for a while now. That convenience you made is dainty, I just had to copy it albeit with some computer hardware upgrades and a more esthetical flesh. The software package is impressive as well, it will be a real number feat to improve upon it."Sandra feel again at the device around her waist while condemning herself for being so lax with protection. Her compromised laptop had not only allowed this man access to a front row view of her most private here and now, but also her schematic and programming preeminence. She handed him everything he needed to excruciate her endlessly on a silver platter."My new version is totally receiving set,"the phonation continued,"It has sufficiency stamp battery to last for three days at full phase of the moon power and charges wirelessly whenever you are on the bed. It can hover stronger and shock much, much arduous than your stopgap excogitation. This must all be quite flood out to you. Do you experience any doubt ?"

"Who are you ?"Sandra asks, not expecting a real response. After a brief second a jar screams through her clit, this one much more powerful than the early corrections.

"What did I tell you about respectfulness, hard worker ?"

Sandra takes a mo to gather herself before she asks again,"Who are you, Sir ?"

"I am your Master now, and you are my hard worker. I will rest your master until you are freed, you do not necessitate to cognize my name, because you will address me only as Master or Sir."

Sandra's stomach number at the cerebration, but his solution offers her a glimmer of hope and Sandra start on it."You said when I'm free, how long will I be kept here, Sir ?"

"That is up to you. Your condition of servitude began at ninety days, but each time you refuse to obey an order or break a rule another day is added. grave infractions such as trying to escape or attempting to harm me will result in much more prison term being added to your terminal figure, in add-on to dangerous punishment. You currently have xciii sidereal day until your full term is up. After your condition 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 sentence I will secernate you how a lot time remains on your term, it is up to you to keep path. Luckily your schedule is fixed and the interval between breaks will not change, so it shouldn't be too hard to do. retrieve this, though, if you ask for your freedom before your term is up two matter will bump. You will encounter a very severe penalization, and thirty days will be added to your term."

Sandra thinks about the footing of her immurement and, realizing how hard escape will be considering her captor's capabilities, decides her best bet is to play his biz. She proceeds with her questioning carefully, hoping to avoid any extra sentence being added to her terminus."Where am I, Sir ? Where are you, Sir ?"

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

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

"I'm sword lily you asked. As you know, water and the chance to relieve yourself will be offered twice daily, but food is a much less immediate pauperism. It must be earned. Would you like an opportunity to earn your first repast ?"

Sandra thinks it over briefly, but a second gastric moan makes her decisiveness for her."Yes, Sir"She meekly replies, unsure of what task her response will present.

"Very well"the voice gold rush as Sandra's vision reappearance. This time it's looking straight at her from across the room, The double-dyed Patrick White background signal offers no perspective on how big the way is or where her field is positioned within it."Get down on your knees at the foot of the bed."care and repel defeat her as her mind immediately guesses what this task will be. She freezes on the bed, ineffective to force herself to follow. The camera providing her with her only means of deal starts to be active, approaching her bed as the voice payoff in her auricle."You asked for this opportunity, refusing now would be insulting."fear of penalisation, and adding time to her time, overrides her disgust toward her captor and gives Sandra the motivation needed to comply. She climbs down from the bed, closing her middle to hide her shame from herself. A right shock hits her neck, causing her to stumble and squeal 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 momentary wink is forbidden anytime an image is presented. You've just added another day to your term."

Sandra opens her eye as she lowers herself to her articulatio genus and the aspect is now directly in front of her looking down at her kneeling flyspeck shape."Open your mouth, Slave."The photographic camera pans down to reveal a monumental prick, at least 9 inches long and much thicker than the frozen pa that Sandra had practiced on in her old sprightliness. Sandra takes a deep breathing space and obeys."Put your script behind your back."As Sandra does so, she feels a familiar magnetic click as her wrists are locked together."Do not resist, don't pull up away, don't even think about biting. If I feel a single tooth your punishment will be unimaginable."A hand reaches into view, She watches it reach toward her human face, but as it makes contact it startles Sandra. She's never watched someone tactile sensation her from a third soul opinion before, and the sensation is unsettling. The hired hand gently caresses her impertinence, almost lovingly as it reaches behind her head and guides it toward the monolithic shaft. Sandra accepts his guidance passively, hoping to just get it over with, but as soon as the tip of her master's shaft enters her mouth he jerks her head violently, burying the throbbing phallus mystifying into her throat. Sandra jape on the intrusion, but the hand behind her headway firmly holds her in spot. After what feels like an eternity, the hand grabs her hair roughly and pulls her head back until only the tip remains in her mouth. Sandra gasp for breath, drawing in whatever air she can around the titan cock filling her mouth, but her breath is interrupted as her passkey thrust again, pounding his putz trench into her pharynx. She forces her eyes to remain open, watching helplessly from his prospect as he continues to forcefully bonk her aspect, and Sandra struggles to maintain both her breathing space and her compliance with this violent assault. After several minutes of clinging to consciousness against her dwindling provision of fresh oxygen, she feels him strain up just as his come shoots deep in the spine of her back talk. He holds her still until the muscle spasm subside, then thrusts once Thomas More bass into her pharynx before withdrawing and releasing his grasp on her hair's-breadth. Sandra falls to her slope, coughing and choking on the invading seed as it oozes from her mouth."I thought you were athirst,"the voice mocks,"A hungry slave would cause eagerly swallowed her master's seed."The tv camera view recedes from her before her vision goes disastrous again."I guess we'll see if you're really hungry tomorrow."Her manacle unlock behind her back and her vision is restored to the to a higher place view. A word of advice twinkling as she struggles to overhear her breath, the timekeeper giving her only ten seconds to give back to the bed. Sandra struggles to lift herself off the storey, barely making it to her plush prison before time runs out."Enjoy your residue, hard worker. I'll see you in the morning."Her vision goes black again, and the shiny new device locked between her legs outflow to life .