“Mmmm. Good. You’re going to be just perfect for my customers, but before they get the delightful opportunity, I need to sample the goods myself. This may take some time because I need to make sure you’re well trained in what my customers like. Think of it as a crash course, earning your diploma in one or two days. I tried to resist, thrashing my body around and he hit me, knocking me unconscious and when I came around, my ankles and wrists were tied to the bed.
Oh fuck, no, no, no. This could not be going to happen to me. Please God, someone.
“I have something to make this a little easier for you,” he said as he picked up a needle that had been hidden amongst the fruit. You will get this soon when it gets too much for you. And with that, he unhooked the front fastening bra I had on and he lit a candle and tilted it over the top of my nipple allowing the hot melted wax to fall and form a mound over my burning nipple. I screamed and he placed a gag in my mouth, tying it behind my head. “That’s not for the sound by the way, because this room is triple glazed and soundproofed so no one will hear you, except me. Screaming doesn’t turn me on; it gets in the way of my pleasure.” He smiles and gets off on my terror. I decide there and then if I ever get a chance that I will kill him and gladly go to prison.
My mind was whirling, contracting and pulling away. I wanted the needle; I wanted to escape what he was about to do to me.
He stood over me enjoying the power that he had and then he ripped the wax off my nipples and bent down and sucked on them hard, biting at times, sending pain shooting through me. It amazed me how anyone could find that a turn on. The next thing I knew, he was unzipping his trousers and unleashing his hard penis. He removed the gag from my mouth and unlocked the handcuffs on my wrist. “Sit up and suck me, baby, you’ll grow to like it, don’t worry.” He said with a confidence that sickened me.
I was forced to take it in my mouth and I gagged bile rising in my throat, I hoped it would burn his cock end so that he would never be able to use it again, the filthy bastard. He pulled out as if he had a sixth sense and then he was taking off his clothes and walking over to the chest of drawers. He pulled out a small cat of nine tails whip and a vibrator and he walked over to me, rubbing himself in anticipation of what he was about to do. He handcuffed me back to the bed and he stroked my clitoris gently with the whip and fired up the vibrator. “Now you’re going to have an amazing orgasm and you’ll be begging me for more after this.” He pulled my panties to the side and slipped his tongue into me, I resisted him as much as I could but he continued until, eventually, I became wet. He pushed the vibrator in, moving it slowly and then he started whipping my clitoris at the same time. I hated him. I fucking hated him because I had never experienced anything like it and no matter how hard I tried to repel, my body was saying otherwise. The next minute, he was inside of me and I cried, I cried because my body had betrayed me and I cried because I wanted him to get off, to leave the room and never come back. Once he had climaxed, he dressed and then told me he would be back soon. He released my hands and ankles from the cuffs and told me to shower in the adjoining bathroom. He locked the door and there was only a small window that was sealed, so the reality was that even if I could manage to shout out of the window, no one would hear me because the house was in its own grounds. I sat in the shower on the floor on the tiles and I let the water cascade over me. The thought of men coming into this room and touching me, making me suck their rotten penises made me vomit into the tray. I sobbed like a baby because I knew that I was trapped and no amount of begging was ever going to make him change his mind. I tried to imagine how many men I would have to have sex with to pay back my debt and it brought on another panic attack. There were no words to describe my feelings. Numbness, horror, and terror were words I rolled around my head but they just didn’t feel big enough or strong enough. I decided that while I was in here I would think up new words, words that would encapsulate the horror of what I was currently exposed to because as hard as I was trying, there was nothing that even came close to how I was feeling today.
It’s hard to gage time when you have no clock, but I figured it was around two hours before I heard the door unlock again. That man walked in again. I was tempted to ask him his name but, then again, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making it formal, so I remained silent, curled up on the bed, waiting for the next round of assault, degradation and humiliation.
He sauntered over clearly loving the power he had over me, I could see he was aroused before he even began and I wondered if he’d taken a drug to give him an erection.
“Turn over, Dani.”
Those words made my blood run cold. It’s the most horrific experience, having to do something even when your whole mind and body is repulsed and screams out no. Knowing that you have no voice, no control is the most horrific feeling.
The horror of that is beyond anything I have ever experienced.
“Can I have the drugs now, please?” I hated that I was begging but the thought of being fully aware of what he was about to do was overwhelming.
He looked at me and shook his head. Not yet, sweetheart, it’s going to be a long night, remember, you’re doing all of your learning within twenty-four hours or so, and believe me, I am the best teacher you could ever get. Now, turn over onto all fours.”
I started to whimper and he slapped my arse really hard, shocking me into silence for a second. Anymore blubbering and you’ll find it will be your face next time, only harder.
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