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Imagine... Five large black men bring you, struggling, to a basement room. Wordlessly they strip you naked and leave you alone on the floor. The lights go out. It can be pitch black. Slowly, you feel your way all around, to see where you're, to look for escape. The first factor you notice will be the thick padding on everything, even the floor. Leather. Then that the floor and walls aren't flat. You crawl. You'll find hills and valleys everywhere. Like a California hot tub, there are locations molded into the room to sit. And God knows what else..
. There is often a toilet inside space. Along with a shower. A sturdy 4 posted bed is from the middle. Hours pass...

A small spotlight comes on. When you struggle for your feet, you see that the ceiling is mirrored plus the walls are covered with smaller recesses. Locations to attach ropes...

“She has been left alone and in darkness?”

“For two days with just toilet water, as you directed.” I've certainly not trained a woman ahead of, but I are already hired to train you. I was recruited since I developed methods for breaking wild horses in an impossibly short time. Riding them in hours rather than weeks. I turn on the observation light and examine you by means of the one-way glass. When you struggle for your feet, I silently admire your ass and your tits. I'm gonna enjoy riding you. I turn the light off, returning you to total dark

You've had no human contact for a extended time. Your body is beginning to stink, the shower doesn't work, and you're desperately hungry. For days you have been drinking in the toilet, thankful that it flushes. You hear the sound with the outer door being unlocked. Your heart starts to pound since the paddle locks pop and also the bar is drawn. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch each and every nuance of sound as an outer door is unlocked and opened, then closed and locked yet again. Even now no just one is in the dungeon with you. He's behind the inner front door. You know it. Waiting.

Light blinds you, then a peephole inside the doorway opens with a solid thud. He is searching at you. The peephole closes just before the man enters. The diffuse terror you've got felt has a form: you aren't alone! He carries a whip, and although he doesn't flash it you might be quite aware of it. You shrink away, afraid of the man and his whip. He closes the distance gradually, so as to not frighten you, but as his hand begins to reach out you back again away, then run. Without a word he begins whipping. “No!” You stumble across the area, followed closely by your tormentor. He doesn't hurry, he doesn't need to. The reach from the whip enables him to walk a very much smaller circle nearer the center in the area. He keeps up a quick pace, lashing you lightly but typically. Specially your ass. Slowly it really is pinked, then reddened. Your ass stings and burns badly prior to you finally collapse, unable to run anymore. You steel yourself for the next blow, but it certainly not comes.

“Stand.” He's however carrying the whip, and also you do it with caution. Still weakened from running, it really is a struggle. But you stand, heart pounding, breath strong and deep. Not even trying to cover your self, you stand naked before him. “Stay.” He moves all-around you, behind you. Touching your back and pushing lightly, he says “bend.” He touches your asshole (No!) and you also bolt. He is on you immediately, whipping you like previous to. It does not take long for you to submit this time. “Stand.” You do it. “Still.” He moves all around behind you, and once more his hand in your back again starts the directive. “Bend.” You wish to operate, but you know that you'll only be whipped. You obey. You bend at the waist as his hand guides you. He greases your asshole, touches a dildo for your ass, then gradually presses it into you. The hand in your back again insists that you remain however. You stay really nevertheless. He has broken you. In less than an hour. The lights come up inside the observation space and also you see that the mirrors have persons behind them. You can't hear them, but you see them. They're applauding. Since the man leaves you hear them via the open door:

“That's incredible. Three commands as well as a penetration in much less than an hour!”
“When will she be ready?”
“$50,000 for one particular night with her.”

The doorway shuts, and again it really is silent, and dark as the inner doorway is latched, then the outer doorway. A cold shower begins as you stand with the dildo still up your ass. You are left to ponder your situation. Will you be sold by the hour to whomever will pay?

This day begins because the others. Music wakens you. After toileting could be the routine: an hour of yoga stretches, an hour of working out, a long hot bath. The last thing you do is shave. Legs are shaved twice, just to be certain. Your most private place, though, you take very much a lot more care with. A extremely close shave there. Must not be caught with stubble in your sex. You are ready. It's 10 AM.

Music starts and the spotlights come on. It's time. Your heart pounds, but rather than waiting, terrified, as you did weeks ago, you rush toward the doorway, to the examination table. The table, just feet in the front door, faces it. You mount it. Spreading oneself as you've been taught, you wait. Spotlights shine on naked flesh. Alert like a cat, not even breathing, you catch every single nuance of sound as bolts pop, hinges squeel, plus a door you've only seen once slams solidly shut. Still no one is from the dungeon with you. He is behind the inner doorway. You know it. Waiting. The thud in the peephole is however loud in your mind when you feel him gazing directly at your private flesh. Lifting your pelvis in the table, you push your sex out. Legs wide, the heat of a spotlight warms delicate flesh. You hold out for your inspection...

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