Restrained, nervous...she comes to her senses not knowing where she is at. She breathes heavily through her mouth…panting. Her last memory is a distant blur…incoherent...detached. The only things she can rely on are her basic senses…
Her vision is obscured. A blindfold is tightly pressed against her eyes and fastened behind her head. Faint glimmer of shadows cast around her from the swinging light above...
It becomes apparent that what is restraining her is some form of metal...cold and unforgiving. A chain perhaps, the clanking sound of metal hitting one another echoes throughout the room as she frantically tries to free herself. Her scattered mind tries to determine her location. She stops moving to silence the echoes, listening for any distinctive sounds. There...ever so faint...drip...drip...some sort of water leak can be heard in the distance. Could she be underground…or perhaps an abandoned warehouse? Her breathing slows as the intense beat of her heart fills her ears. It becomes overbearing...almost deafening. Fear spreads through her body as she hears the screams of a woman in the distance. The screams make their way to her in long intense bursts, bouncing off of the walls to where she is being held. Goosebumps begin to spread across her body. The pleading screams of “Please…Please” replay endlessly in her mind as silence once again falls upon her.
The bitter taste of metal fills her mouth. Fastened tightly within her mouth is a metal O ring gag. Secured tightly around the back of her head, she salivates helplessly as the four metal prongs prevent her mouth from closing…
The air is moist, damp, and musty. Terror is in the room. The smell of sweat surrounds her; beginning to realizing that she was not the first woman to be in this predicament. The anonymous woman’s plea for mercy replays in her mind as her senses continue to explore her surroundings.
Her body is cold...tense....limp. Naked…her nipples are hard and erect. With her arms restrained behind her, her numb fingers outline the interlocking metal loops that form the chains that keep her wrists in bondage. A lock ensures her wrists remain tightly pressed together. The ground is wet, cold, and uneven. Her feet remain unrestrained…yet lack the ability to grant her freedom.
Slow steady footsteps approach from a distance. They seem heavy, paced, exacting…and with purpose. She listens as the rustling of keys comes to an end; the insertion of a key and distinct turning of a lock as the door to her dungeon creeks open slowly. He approaches her…his breathing is slow…calm...collected....
"Are you ready?” He whispers in her ear. “I have saved you for last..."
Her terrifying scream is of no use as she tries frantically to free herself from the restraints. The shadowy figure comes closer to her.....grabs her by the throat......and squeezes tightly. She begins to choke and gag....coughing.....body beginning to feel weak and defenseless. Standing her up against the chill wall behind her, he releases his grip within seconds of her losing consciousness.
"I've got the perfect restraint for you,” he says in a low and creepy tone licking the side of her face slowly from jaw line to ear. Biting her earlobe he whispers…"You’re coming with me..."
His hand leaves her throat. Her knees buckle as she falls to ground, the metallic ringing fills the room as her chains hit the floor. He steps behind her and unlocks the restraints. Circulation returns to her finger tips as their filled with sharp needle like pricks. Thoughts of freedom cross her mind but the strength is nonexistent in her body to attempt an escape. She’s violently yanked to her feet by her hair and lifted up over his shoulder. The journey seems like an eternity. Her body sways helplessly to the hypnotic rhythm of his calm stride. His strong hands grope her tight firm ass as they make their way down the corridor.
Opening the door that would become her permanent chamber…he sets her down on her feet…leaning her body forward. Her hands and neck feel the warmth of her new restraint…not cold like metal…but instead more natural, grainy, and textured like wood. Panic strikes throughout her body as she feels a foreign pressure across the back of her neck and wrists, pressing her into this molded contour. Despair enters her mind to the sound of a lock closing…sealing her fate to this contraption. She begins to whimper and cry....tears flowing down her smooth cheeks.
"If you quiet down....I will remove your blindfold. Am I understood?"
The stockade restricting her head movements…she tries to muster a word out with her mouth restraint still in place. The semi interpretable sound of “yes” is heard…
The knot behind her head loosens as the blindfold is removed. Her eyes squint adjusting to the overhanging light in the room. Regaining focus, she gazes toward the illusive stranger that has enslaved her. He is a man of strong stature, well defined, large strong hands and broad shoulders. His face is covered in a full black leather mask. The only openings are cut outs for his eyes, and a small silver zipper where his mouth would be. Her focus shifts to her surroundings, noticing that she is placed in the center of the room. Around the perimeter are other women, restrained, bound, gagged, and contorted in unimaginable positions against their will….staring helplessly at her, their spirit broken into submission.
“I’m going to do with you as I please…regardless if you enjoy it. If…and only IF you satisfy me fully will I think of removing you from this room…”
She lifts her head up in fear….and nodding slowly. Strands of drool leaving from her mouth have formed pool beneath her chin. The stranger steps out of sight behind her. She feels him firmly grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs apart. The cold sensation of metal wraps around her ankles as he places a spreader between them, forcing her legs to remain open. Her pussy and ass exposed in the most intimate ways as she remains bent over helpless to his will.
He enters view again with a small chain and clamps in hand. He lifts her head up, kissing her and whispers, “This will be unpleasant…” He brings one of the clamps closer to her face to view. They are small clamps; with four small sharp prongs on the end that splay open as he presses the clamp together. He reaches down to her erect nipple…squeezing it with his finger tips, pulling on it…getting it overly aroused and sensitive. The feeling of sharp needle points pressing into her soft nipple tissue causes her to scream in pain. Her eyes begin to water as he tugs to make sure it is secured tightly before moving to the next nipple. He steps back and admires his work…watching the sliver chain strung between her full breasts swing back and forth as she trembles in pain.
He steps behind her again…leaving her sight. She hears the sound of a cabinet opening behind her. His cold hand firmly grabs her right ass cheek. As his hand rubs from one side to the other feeling the curvature of her ass, his breathing begins to intensify as he begins to get aroused. She hears the sound of his zipper pulled down. His breathing gets heavier as he begins to stroke his cock looking at her body. Listening intently, she is startled by the feeling of multiple long thick strands gliding down her back and across her ass.
“I’m going to flog you, like the dirty whore that you are.”
She begins to whimper, dreading the pain that is to come….
“For every lashing received…I want to hear you count them out loud. Am I understood? Don’t make me punish you…”
She nods in submission and gives out a muffled “yes” as she tries to prepare herself for what is to come. Each intense lash sends a bone chilling echo through the room. Her obscured count is hardly heard over her screams of pain. To her surprise she begins to find herself getting aroused as the lashings continue. He alternates sides per stroke, giving her ass cheeks a rest between swings. Thick red whelps begin to form across her perfect cheeks. She feels her ass getting warm and tingly from the flogging sensation. As he places his instrument of punishment back in the cabinet, she attempts to collect herself, controlling her heart throbbing in her throat, her legs weak and shaking in pain, the floor pooling with spit and tears. She waits anxiously as what is to become of her next...
Approaching the front of her again, he moves her hair out of her face. Looking into her eyes he grabs his cock and firmly starts to slap her across the face with it. The spit that is hanging from her chin slowly starts to wrap around his thick dick head…emphasizing the smack sound as he soils her face with her own spit. She closes her eyes and envisioning what his shaft will feel like inside of her. She imagines him ravaging her from behind while in this contraption. He finishes saturating his cock with her saliva and gives her a firm slap across the face with his hand….
“Now it’s time for me to fill your moist pussy…” he says grinning as he moves behind her.
He teases her first….fucking her ass cleavage and working his way down her crack. He pauses at her tight ass, applying pressure with his thick dick head against it. He feels her body tense rejecting his cock from entering her anally. He chuckles to himself as he moves past her asshole and slowly watches her pink pussy lips spread open as his cock disappears inside of her. Deep moans of pleasure fill the room as his cock fills her.
He picks up pace as his balls swing and slap against her clit, pounding her from behind. He grips her hips firmly, pulling her toward him. The lock on the wooden stockade shakes violently as he penetrates her violently from behind. He feels her pussy getting warm and moist…her groans getting longer and stronger. The unmistakable sound of gushing fluids combined with the shaking and trembling of her legs bring him to orgasm. He pulls out from inside her and strokes his cock. His hot load shoots the length of her back, running down her ass. Warm and sticky…it oozes down over her asshole and her swollen pussy lips….dripping down between her legs onto the floor…..
She tries to get his attention by mumbling something. Cock in hand he walks over in front of her.
“Do you have something to say?” he asks…removing her metal gag.
Her jaw sore from being held open and out of breathe from what has just transpired she manages to compile a sentence together… “Did I satisfy you? Am I free to go?”
His ice cold laughter and response brings tears into her eyes as his hand reaches for the gag and places it back in her mouth. Opening the door to leave, he turns to her…and with sinful chuckle says, “This is only the beginning….”
He flips the light switch out…casting the room into complete darkness and slams the door shut behind him. All that is left to hear are his distant footsteps down the hall…..
