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LOST IN ISOLATION

Chapter one

I did not know how long I had been held for, who had taken me from my home or why I had been taken. I had no idea where I was either. All I knew was that if I didn’t hear a human voice soon, I would go crazy. It wasn’t that I had no contact with other people, but that no one would talk to me and I was unable to talk to them.

My nightmare had begun was I had awoken one morning to find myself held down on to a bed. My arms were tied above my head by what felt like leather and my legs were spread wide with my ankles tied. I had something over my eyes, which prevented me from seeing anything, and a round object that felt like a ball, had been placed in my mouth. The last thing I had remembered was feeling very tired and going to sleep in my own bed. What had happened after that, I didn’t know.

The sound of a door being opened on that first day had startled me and I had struggled in my binds. The person had walked slowly over to the bed and took some time checking my binds, feeling my ankles and wrists as well as my gag and blindfold. All the time this was happening, I had tried to communicate, though my voice had only come out muffled because of the gag in my mouth. Once the person had finished checking me, they had left, shutting the door with a loud band.

Alone again, I had tried to get loose, but found that not only could I not loosen anything, I was actually hurting myself. I had begun to panic, the initial shock wearing off. With the gag in my mouth, I had started to find it hard to breath and had to concentrate to make myself slow down my breathing. Once I had managed to calm a little bit, I had become aware of a slight breeze on my body. The more I focused on my body, the more I realised that I was naked. I had just begun to worry about this latest discovery when I had heard the door open again.

This time I had heard two different sets of footsteps, one coming close to the side of the bed and the other moving to what sounded like the end of the bed. I felt my ankles and wrists being untied and then I had been forced to stand. I had tried to struggle, but with the two sets of hands holding on to me, it had proved to be a pointless exercise. Once I was standing, I had been led into another room and pushed to sit on what I had soon realised was a toilet. Despite my embarrassment, I had found that I did indeed need to go and after what seemed like forever, finally I had let myself pee in the toilet. The noise had seemed so loud to my ears, with no other sound at all in the room, except for the breathing of the other two people. I had begun to cry at that point, my tears soaking the material covering my eyes

At that time, I was not sure if they were female or male, though I had the feeling they were male, due to the way their hands had felt when I had been untied. When I had finished, I was stood up and heard the sound of the toilet flushing. I had still been crying when I had felt something cool, which I guessed was a washcloth, on my body. I had been treated fairly gently, despite that fact that I was still blindfolded and gagged. When one of the cloths had wiped my breasts at the same time the other reached my pussy, I had gasped and tried to squirm away. They had, however, been nothing sexual about my first wash, and the cloths had been moved on to other parts of my body fairly quickly. When I had been washed completely and dried down, I had again been led back to the bed. This time I had been retied with my arms down by my side and rope going around both my body and the bed. My legs had been tied the same as they had been earlier. Then, still with not one word to me, they had left again.

I had no idea how long I had been left alone on that first day. I had tried to think about where I might be and how I had come to be there, but with no answers I had only managed to make myself more scared and frustrated. When I had again heard the sound of the door, only one person entered. I had footsteps move to the side of the bed and something caused the top of the bed to rise up, just like a hospital bed. I had braced myself for what might come next, but when I had felt the gag being undone, I had only felt relief. I managed to get one word out before I had felt a hand cover my mouth and nose. For a moment, I had wondered if he, for I was certain now it was a he, was just going to kill me, my chest starting to burn as he blocked off my air. However, he removed his hand and allowed me to breath again. Once I had regained my breath I had tried to speak again, only to have him repeat the same thing, but for longer.

I had realised that it was my trying to talk that was making him block off my air, so when he released my mouth again; I had decided not to speak. Therefore, though I had a head full of questions I wanted to ask, I had not asked them. I had heard the sound of metal on metal, and then the feel of a spoon being held to my lips. I had only taken a small amount of what was on the spoon at first, not knowing what it was. When I had found out it was some kind of soup, I had begun to take more. Every so often, a glass of water would be held to my lips. When the soup was finished, my bed had been lowed back to its original position and I had again been left alone.

That had been about seven meals and three washes ago, so I assumed I had been held for at least three days, though I had no way of telling how long it had been between visits. No one had yet spoken a single word to me, nor had I been touched in any way but what was necessary. This was only causing me more confusion, if they had been using my body, then I could at least explain why I was being held. I had wondered if it was for a ransom of some kind, but no one I knew had any money that would warrant any interest. I tried not to think of what other reasons anyone would be holding me, my mind full of every awful thing I had ever read or heard of.

The worst thing was the boredom. I had tried counting, thinking of movies I had seen, songs I knew but I always came back to the same thing. I was a prisoner.

Chapter two

Bill shut the door behind him, satisfied that Clare was coming along as planned. It had been 4 days now since they had collected her from her home, the sleeping pills that had been ground up and put into her orange juice having put her into a deep sleep not long after her head had touched the pillow. Then it was a simple matter of using the copy of her key to enter her house and remove her to the van. They had been watching her for a while, waiting for the opportunity to grab her keys. It had happened one afternoon when she had come in from work. Usually she was very careful and always locked her door before she did anything else, but on this day they had one of the team ring her just as she entered the house. Clare did exactly what they had hoped she would, leaving the door open, dropping her bag on the floor and running to get the phone. While she was on the phone in the next room, he had crept in and made an impression of her door key in a piece of plasticine, allowing a copy of her key to be cut and leaving the future victim with no idea that anyone had even touched her keys.

Once they had cut a key from the plasticine mould, it had been easy to have a team member enter her house the next day, disable the alarm and put the ground up sleeping tablets into her juice. Observations over the last month had shown her habit of drinking at least two glasses of juice each night. The alarm had also been easy, her keyboard being in clear view of one of their telescopic lenses.

Bill entered the common room that the staff used to relax and eat in while off duty or on a break. While they had a girl to train, all six men would stay on site. He could see Joe and Shane watching a football game in the corner, while Phil sat watching the screen of a large TV, on which he could see Clare tied to the bed. The other two guys, Tim and Dave, were sleeping, their shift not due to start until another seven hours.

“Hey Phil, she is coming along well, don’t you think?” Phil was the brain behind the operation and the one who would decide how fast or slow they would bring her along.

“Yeah, She seems to be complying quickly. I think we could start to let her go without the gag, as she has learnt fast not to try to speak while being fed.” Bill had been the one who had had to control her breathing on her first day and he had felt her fear as he cut off her air. He had not been surprised when she had quickly learnt that to speak meant no air for a while.

“I agree, she has learnt far quicker then some of the others. Remember that girl, Mary I think her name was, who tried to speak every time her gag was removed. It took a full two days of not eating before she began to behave.” Bill had worked with Phil for a number of years, watching as he improved not only his methods but his training environment as well. He had seen him train over twenty girls, and he had found that he had learnt a lot from him. Joe came over to the fridge to grab a beer, listening to the conversation between the two guys.

“I think she is doing well also, she still tries to struggle but seems to know when she is beaten.” Joe liked the fact that though Phil was the boss, he still welcomed the input of the team. “Thanks Joe, I think we are all on the same page with this one.
Who is due to go into her next?’ Joe looked at the chart on the wall and saw that it was him and Shane who were next due to give Clare here toilet break and wash. “It is Shane and I. Do you want to start removing the gag?”

Phil liked that fact that all the guys working on Clare were experienced trainers, who had worked with him for at least two years. It meant that he didn’t have to explain his methods and like Joe had just done, they were usually able to pre-empt his actions. “That is what I would like you to try. See how she goes and if you think she has done a good job, leave if off so she can see good behaviour gets a reward.” The men continued to discuss their future plans for Clare, marking the possible times for different changes to happen.

In my room, I was unaware that my life was being planned for me, just trying to find a comfortable spot. I had been left on my stomach, my hands tied behind me and attached to something that held my arms up off my back. My ankles had been tied together and attached to the end of the bed. The usual gag and blindfold were in place. It had not felt too uncomfortable when I had been moved into this position after my last meal, but now it was starting to make my shoulders hurt. I hoped that this would be one of the short sessions and I would be moved again soon. I had noticed that sometimes I was left for what felt like hours and other times it seemed like no time at all.

I tensed as the door opened again. Though I hoped I would be moved, I still got nervous every time I was in the presence of my captors. I felt my arms being lowed and couldn’t help but sigh through my gag as the pressure in my shoulders eased. My legs were then undone and I was brought to my feet, the four hands ensuring I could make no sudden movements. I had expected to be led into the toilet and washed, but found myself being held in place. I began to panic at this change of routine, not knowing what to expect.

When I felt one of the men move his hand up to the back of my head, I flinched and a hand gripped my hair tightly. This made me hold my head still. I held my breath, bracing myself for whatever they were going to do. When I felt the gag being realised, I was confused. All I had had to hold onto over the time I had been held was the routine and now it seemed this was changing. My gag was completely removed, but the hand remained in my hair. I had already learnt that to speak meant lack of air, so I remained silent.

After what felt like ages, my hair was released and I was led to the toilet. The rest of the time went as usual, with me being allowed to use the toilet and then being washed down. I thought that maybe the cloths stayed longer on my pussy and breasts but couldn’t be sure. I had begun to wonder if they would expect me to use my mouth in other ways but the rest of the routine was still the same. By the time I was retied to the bed, this time on my back again in a spread eagle position, but still with no gag, I knew that they were testing me.

The door slammed again and I lay wondering what to do. I could now scream at the top of my lungs, but was sure that if I did, not only would the gag go back in, I would be punished too. So I lay quietly and cried, not believing how quickly they had managed to control my actions.

I watched Clare on the screen, seeing her crying but not making any attempt at yelling out. I was pleased that she was not trying to speak, which proved that I was right about her progress. Part of the way I trained his girls, was to keep them on edge. I was just thinking about what her next change would be, when Shane and Joe walked in.

“Well done guys, you handled her very well. Look, she has not even tried to speak, let alone yell out. We will be able to move on with next step sooner then we thought. Do you think I is ready for the box yet?” I thought she was ready, but was eager to hear what two guys thought.

“Yeah Phil, I think I is. Do you want us to go set things up?” “That would be good and I’ll go and get her ready. We’ll met you in the room in, say, ten minutes.” Getting up, I looked forward to being closer to Clare. One of the down sides of being in charge, was that I found he spent a lot of time watching the girl on the screen and not so much time actually with her, at least at the beginning of the training process. I walked down hall, the other two going the other way, and opened the door. Seeing Clare lying on the bed, her eyes still covered, reminded me of why I loved what I did. In my mind, there was nothing sexier than a helpless female, especially one as beautiful as Clare was.

I heard the door open and wondered what it was this time. I didn’t think it had been that long since the two men were with me, but maybe I had dozed off or something. As usual, no one said anything to me, but unusually, I felt a hand rest on my breast and squeeze it. Wondering if the time had come when one of the men would rape me, I held my breath, knowing I could do nothing to stop him anyway. When he just moved his hand up to my lips and then my hair, I relaxed a bit, sensing he had other things on his mind today.

I moved to untie her hands and legs, and sat her up on the side of the bed. I was very pleased that she still had not attempted to speak and knew that the box would be a good test for her. Pulling her to stand, I quickly tied her hands behind her back and led her out of the room.

Expecting him to take me into the only other space I knew, I began to feel very scared when he opened the door and led me out of the room. I tried to stay in one spot, but all he did was to grab the end of the rope that must have been left over from around my wrists and pull it between my legs, causing it to rub against my pussy lips. I just had to moan at the feeling, trying to keep up as he pulled me even faster. By the time he stopped, I was crying again and my pussy was burning.

Chapter 3

The rope was not removed as I was pulled into another room and roughly moved to stand in place. I was aware of other people in the room, their breathing loud in my ears. I heard something that sounded heavy being moved and then I was pushed down to my knees. The rope that had been held between my legs went loose and I breathed a sigh of relief, only to have it pulled tight again. This time though, I felt fingers on my pussy opening up my lips, and making the rope sit right on my clit. I was pushed forward and moved on my knees through what felt like a small door.

I watched as the guys moved Clare into the box, the top open so they could attach what needed to be attached first. Once Clare had gone through the small side door, it was closed and her tied hands were attached to one wall and her feet were attached to ropes on the sidewalls. Rope was also tied around her knees, with the rope running taut to both the back and front wall. The wall in front held something I knew she would not like, but would really let us know if her training was starting to take effect. I saw Joe pull on the rope between her legs and tie it off to the wall in front of her and then pull out the clips the hung from little hooks in the same wall.

I struggled to remain balanced as I was tied off to what felt like the walls of a small box. I was forced to stay kneeling, with my legs pulled off to each side. The rope was still pulled tightly in my pussy and now I could feel a hand on each nipple pulling them out. When I thought I would have to yell out, they stopped, only to put something like a clip on each nipple. I had never had anything on my nipples and was just about to beg them to take off whatever it was, when I realised that would properly only make things worse. Taking deep breaths, I tried to deal with the pain and was pleased to find it did help a bit. When I heard what sounded like the lid being shut and locking sounds, I had to really fight to stay calm. With two bangs on the top and then the sound of retreating footsteps, I knew I was alone.

The three men returned to view Clare on the screen. Phil had made sure that he had a camera anywhere he might require a girl to go and knew that they would be able to react in seconds if they needed to. “How long do you want her in there Phil?” I considered the question. “Well, that will depend on her she reacts. If she can cope, I would like to keep her there for a few hours. I would like to see her reactions to the boxes little surprises. So guys, settle in and enjoy the show.”

In the box, I was trying my best to remain calm. My nipples did not hurt quite so much now but the rope between my legs did. I had been worried about air, but then had noticed a breeze on my face, so knew there was air coming in somewhere. After a while, I had found I could no longer feel my nipples and had succeeded in blocking out the pain in my pussy for short bursts of time. I was feeling that I could survive this when I heard a whirring noise and the box began to move slightly. Having no way to stop it’s motion, I felt it tilt back slowly, the clips attached to my nipples pulling taut as the box moved back.

When the box stopped, my nipples were on fire. I was on an angle and if not for the rope holding my knees in place, I was sure I would be in a crumbled heap on the back wall. As it was, I had to remain kneeling, and found that if I moved forward a bit, the strain on my nipples could be relieved for a while. However, this was not a position I could hold for very long and each time I had to lean back, my nipples hurt anew. I had to bite my tongue not to yell out for help and just cried with the pain and frustration of it all.

In the control room, the three men watched with rapt attention as Clare struggled to maintain her balance and relieve her nipples. What Clare did not know was that the box was on a hydraulic base and could be moved into many different positions. I watched the tears and sweat mingle on her face, and pressed the remote to move the box again. She tensed as the box was moved back to it’s original position and then just keep moving until she was now leaning forward in the box.

I was relieved that the stress was off my nipples but now it was my wrists that were being pulled tight. My whole body was leaning forward, making me pull my arms taut behind me and making the rope between my legs pull in tighter too. Though not anywhere near as painful as the pull on my nipples had been, I still knew this would not be an easy position to hold. Again I found myself trying to ease the pull on my arms by leaning back but like before found I could only do this for a short time. By now, I was feeling very hot and the sweat was dripping of my body onto the floor. I felt the box move again and braced myself for the next assault on my body. When the box simply returned to its original position, I thought that maybe I would be let out. Waiting to hear the sound of footsteps, I heard the whirring noise start up again, this time the box did not tilt but began to move in a slow spin.

The box was spinning around, not too fast but enough for all the ropes to pull and move. My nipples were jiggled about on the clips and the rope between my legs chaffed against my clit. I longed to yell out and beg them to release me but somehow knew that I had to keep my mouth shut. The spinning kept on going, making me begin to feel dizzy. It stopped as suddenly as it had started, my head spinning still.

My cock had been throbbing all the time I had watched Clare in the box and knew Shane and Joe would be in the same situation. A girl was not used for sex when she was first brought in, as I wanted them to wonder if the men wanted sex or if she had been taken for other reasons. However, once we had made some progress, as we had with Clare, I would allow the men to start to use a girl. Tonight was the first of many planned sexual visits that Clare would receive. I would go first, and then the other guys would follow in time.

Over the next hour the positions were repeated, with differing lengths of time in each one. By the time the box came to rest in its original spot for the final time, I was not only sore all over but also exhausted. The sound of the lid being opened surprised me, as I had not heard them enter and realised I must have dozed off for a moment. I hardly moved, as my ties were undone, until they came to my nipples. The rush of blood back to my nipples was agony and I could not stop my screams. I must have blacked out, as the next thing I knew I was being carried back in someone’s arms.

The lightness of her body was a surprise to me as I carried her into the bathroom. I had seen her sway and then start to collapse as she screamed, and had lifted her up into my arms. I had decided to reward her for not speaking by letting her have a spa bath anyway, so that is where I was headed now. The movement of her in my arms just as I entered the bathroom, let me know she was awake again.

The feeling of something cool under my bottom alerted me that I was yet again in a different place. The sound of water told me I was in a bathroom of some kind. Hands on my waist gripped me firmly as I felt warm water start to envelope my body. I could also feel bubbles and guessed I was in a spa of some kind. He had gently lowered my body into the water until I was sitting with water up to my shoulders. I had to sigh as the water helped to ease my sore muscles, forgetting for a time all about the man who was still in the room somewhere. A leg brushing against my leg warned me that I was no longer alone in the water.

I sat down, looking at her face still covered with the blindfold. I knew it was too soon for her to be allowed to see our faces but wanted to let her go without it for a while. Moving her so that she was sitting in front of me, I undid the knot at the back of the cloth and placed it over the side of the spa. Holding her head so that she could not turn around to look at me, I enjoyed the feeling of both the water and her body resting against mine.

I blinked in the sudden light, my eyes trying to focus. I felt his hands on my head and sensed that I was not meant to turn around, not that I could see much at the moment anyway. When my eyes started to work, I saw I was in a large room with a toilet and a shower over to the side. I longed to see his face but even after he had removed his hands, I did not look. He pulled my body back to rest on his even more and despite not wanting to touch him, found it a comfortable position. I was less sure about his fingers rubbing my still aching nipples, but was just too tired to stop him. After a while the spa did it’s job and I felt more relaxed then I had been since being taken from my bed. Even his body so close to mine didn’t worry me so much anymore.

Her body lying relaxed on me, made me relax too. Sometimes a girl would still fight me at this stage, even though they were exhausted. Clare seemed to have a sense of when to let go, and I was glad. I stayed with her in the spa for over an hour, until I knew I had to get her back to her room. She had drifted off to sleep, so it was an easy job to retie her blindfold. By the time I went to stand her up, she was awake again and once she was dry, I was able to walk her back to her room.

The walk back did not seem to take long and before I knew it, I was again secured to my bed. I was pleased it was not a tight tie, my body still sore. He had just tied my arms down to the side of the bed and my feet to the end. I did not hear him leave as I slipped back into sleep.

Chapter 4

I could not get the feel of her soft body out of my mind and could hardly wait until tonight when I could really get to feel her. Keeping myself busy, I made sure she was feed on time and discussed the upcoming roster with the guys. They all knew that tonight I would be the first to use Clare and then they would have their turns over the next day or so. They were pleased because sometimes it took weeks before I would allow them to touch a girl in anything but a necessary way.

When it was time to go to her room, I felt a rush of excitement, as if I was a kid again. I always felt this way, despite all the years of training and all the girls I had fucked. Opening her door, I saw her turn her head at the sound, though she still had the blindfold in place. Stopping to undress, I sensed her confusion and saw her head jerk at the sound of the zip.

I had heard the door and then what sounded like someone undressing. I knew that this was the moment I had been dreading and started to cry even before he touched me. When I felt the side of the bed dip and then his knees pressed into each side of my body, I cried even louder. I expected to feel his hand on my mouth at any moment, so the feel of them on my breasts cause me to jump. His body moved to lie on top of mine and I could feel his cock resting against my inner thigh. Not being able to move, I took a deep breath, wishing he would just get it over with.

I knew she wanted me to hurry but that was not part of my plan. Some of the others liked a quick, fast fuck but I liked to take my time, especially the first time. The softness of her leg on my cock felt so good and I removed my hand from her breast to rub it along her slit. She was dry, but I had expected that and opened the tube of lubricant I had placed beside the bed. I heard her gasp amid her sobs, as I worked the lube in with my fingers. Once she was wet, I moved my cock in place at her pussy and pushed in gently but firmly.

The feeling of his fingers had not fully prepared me for his cock and I found myself whimpering as he pushed what felt like a large head into me. He continued to push firmly and I found myself thankful that he was taking his time. Once I could feel him fully in me, he stayed still for a minute before pulling almost out of me and then sliding back in fast. He kept up this pace for what seemed like forever, his fingers squeezing my still sore nipples. I loved the feel of her pussy around my cock; it was firm but not too tight. I increased the pace as I got closer to cumming, my fingers tightening and pulling on her nipples causing her to scream.

I thought he was going to pull my nipples off as he moved faster and faster in me. When I felt him about to cum, I had a momentary thought of if I would get pregnant, as I had not been able to take my pills while I had been here. This was forgotten as he started to cum, the feeling of his cum in me making me feel sick. His body was heavy as he rested on me, and then I felt him move and place his cock on my face. I tried to move my head, only to have him hold it firmly in place by my hair. The cock was moved to my lips, a firm pull on my hair telling me to open up. I did and felt it enter my mouth. Assuming he wanted me to clean him, I started to use my tongue, my choice rewarded by a lessening of his grip in my hair. He must have been satisfied as he removed his cock and gave me a pat on the head, the later making me feel like a puppy that had pleased their master.

I lay on the bed, wishing I could clean the feeling of him from my body. I felt dirty, even though I had not willingly let him touch me. A horrible thought filled my mind that maybe the other men would also now use my body. I had no idea how many there were, but thought they were at least 4 or 5 others. I had been able to tell that the man who had just left was the same one who had been so gentle with me in the spa, as I had been able to smell the spa on his skin. What I couldn’t understand was why he had not touched me in any way improper in the spa and then raped me not so long after. I found myself crying yet again, my sobs rocking my body.

The sound of my door being opened woke me from my sleep, my body instantly alert. For some reason I tried to get free from the bed, but of course I could not move. Listening for footsteps, I thought I could make out two sets and moaned, not knowing if I could handle two of them at the same time. When my hands were untied and I was led into the next room for my usual toilet break and wash down, I was confused.

I could sense her confusion and smiled at Shane. We had decided that we would let her think that she was just having her normal toilet and wash break and then surprise her. I could hardly wait to get my cock into her pretty mouth; having been picturing it in my head since the first time I had seen her. We had almost finished her wash, having removed the remains of Phil’s cum from her legs and pussy lips. She had seemed embarrassed by this, but I had not paused, not wanting it to seem any different from usual.

I felt them wash me down and began to relax, maybe it would be ok and they would not rape her. When the cloth had reached my pussy, I had felt myself blush at the thought of what they would find there, however I was pleased when they did not linger. I was now standing waiting to be returned to the bed, when I felt strong hands pushing me down to the ground. The realisation that they were going to rape me was so great, that before I knew it, I was yelling at them.

“No, don’t touch me. Just leave me alone!” I froze, my body shaking. Not being able to see his hand, the explosion on my check where the man had stuck me, sent me reeling to the ground. I stayed where I landed, my check throbbing in pain, dreading what else he might do. When I felt their hands pulling me into a position with my knees and hands on the ground, like a dog, I did not protest. The feel of one of the men’s hand on my face made me whimper, but I did not yell out again. He kept it there for a moment and then stroked my cheek as if to let me know I had made a better choice this time.

I was worried that I had hit her too hard, but despite one side of her face being a bright red colour in the outline of my hand, she seemed ok. Phil had always given us the permission to discipline the girls as we saw fit, so long as we did not injure them too badly. I could see her shaking as I stroked her check and was certain she would not yell out again. I saw Shane move her legs out wider and stroke his cock in anticipation of what was to come. I nodded at Shane and at the same moment as Shane moved his cock to the entrance of her pussy; I was putting my cock against her lips.

I felt the two cocks poised to enter my body and knew that I had no option but to try to relax and let them use me. I had no desire to be slapped again or worse, and knew after days of being tied up, I was in no fit state to try to fight them off. However, I found it very hard to relax as the cock in my pussy worked its way into me, my pussy only slightly wet from being washed. He felt even bigger than the other man had felt, and had to gasp as he continued to push. The pain was like someone was sticking a knife into me and I started to cry aloud around the cock just sitting in my mouth. I had almost forgotten about it with the pain in my pussy but now I felt it begin to slide into my mouth and stop just near the point where I knew she would start to gag. He began a shallow motion, allowing me to concentrate again on the cock in my pussy. It felt like it was stretching me and I was sure I was bleeding. At least my natural lubrication had kicked in and was easing his way slightly, though he was by no means a loose fit. I screamed around the cock in my mouth as he hit my cervix, the pain shooting through my whole body. I felt weak, sure that if the men were no holding me up, I would be on the floor.

I had been enjoying the tightness of her pussy on my cock. I knew I had one of the bigger cocks among the men and was pleased that Joe always let me use their pussy’s first. Joe actually liked to fuck their throats first, so we were a good pair. Sometimes we would swap; otherwise he would do their pussy another time. I could see Joe making her suck only a part of his cock and knew that he was waiting for me to start to fuck her properly. Once Joe knew that I had a rhythm going then he would start to move into her throat. I began to pull out my cock, feeling like I was in a vice, and then pushed back into her in one thrust. Her muffled screams let me know I was hitting the right spot and I gripped her hips tighter in preparation for my onslaught.

I thought the cock in my pussy would hit the one in my mouth, as he sped up in me. Just as my body started to rock with the motion, the cock in my throat pushed into my mouth again and did not stop. I heard myself gag as he made me open my throat for him, the pain blending with the other aches in my body. My body was not my own as it was rocked on the two cocks. The two men moved even faster, the one in my mouth holding me under my chin and on my forehead to get a better grip. My knees scraped back and forward on the floor and I just tried to close my mind to what was happening to me. The man in my pussy came first, his cum spraying into me and I hoped they were almost done with me. He removed his cock, leaving me with only the one in my throat.

I felt him grip me even harder as he forced his cock right into my throat, my nose being held against his pubic hair. I felt him swell and his cock convulsed as he started cumming. At least I didn’t have to taste him, as the cum was going directly into my stomach, but breathing was starting to become a problem. As I felt my chest start to burn, he moved out of my throat and sat his cock on my tongue, making me taste the last of his cum. I swallowed this down as he removed his cock and stayed where I was on my hands and knees as I heard the men move around me. I had never felt so humiliated in all my life, having always thought of myself as a fairly confident person. Never had I felt like I felt now, like I was nothing but an object to be used as they wished. They had even taken my voice from me.

The feel of a hand on my upper arm made me cringe in fear that they were not finished yet. I allowed them to stand me up and tensed; only to feel them wash me off again and move me back to my bed. I felt like a rag doll as I was tied to the bed again, this time my hands being put back up above my head and my legs open to the end of the bed. The exhaustion of the experience overwhelmed me and I felt my eyes closing even before they had left the room.

Chapter 5

I had no idea what time it was, or even if it was day or night, when I heard my door open again. I started to cry at the thought of more rapes, but all I heard was the sound of a plate being put on a surface. The feel of hands untying my arms from the bed top and my bed moving up to a sitting position was not unusual. However, the feeling of the blindfold being removed surprised me. I found my eyes free and tried to focus, seeing a dark form moving to the door and shutting it with a loud bang as he left me alone.

Slowly my eyes came into focus and I could see the room around me for the first time, not that there was much to see. Apart from my bed and a small table, there was nothing else in the room. The door that must have led into the area with the toilet; was just at the end of my bed. My stomach rumbled, reminding me that I had seen a plate on the table near the bed. I had to twist my body to reach the plate, my still tied hands making the job harder than it should have been. Once I managed to get the plate onto my lap, I was pleased to see it was sandwiches, which meant I would not have too much trouble eating them. As I ate, I again tried to work out what the men wanted from me but as usual no reasonable answer came to me. I twisted back to the table and awkwardly picked up the glass of water. Just as I was returning the plate and the glass to the table, I heard the door opening.

I started to panic, not knowing what to do about my blindfold, but as the man had removed it, I just stayed as I was. When the door opened, I saw a face for the first time and then quickly looked away. My brief look had revealed a man with dark hair and a strong build. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and had a slight smile on his face. I hoped he would just take the plate and go, but he sat down on the edge of the bed and spoke to me.

“Clare, you have done very well so far. I know you want to know what is going to happen to you, but this is not the time for you to know yet.” I was so used to not be spoken to, that it came as a shock to hear his voice. I went to speak to him, to ask him where I was, but a finger on my lips stopped me.

“No Clare, your time to speak has not come yet. The only time you will talk is if you are asked a question. Nod your head if you understand me?” I nodded and saw him smile at me. “Ok, that is enough talking for now. I need you to come with me.”

I felt my legs being untied so I could stand up, my hands remaining tied in front of me. “Oh, by the way, having the blindfold off is a privilege that you have to work at keeping. Just continue to do as you are told and don’t fight us, and it will stay off.”

I was pleased to have the blindfold off but knowing that I would see their faces meant it was not likely that they would let me go. This thought washed over me, making me feel helpless. I could fear my tears start to form and felt glued to the spot.

I sensed her distress and turned to see the tears flowing down her face. I had expected this at some time; the reality of the situation always affected the girls eventually. I sat her back down onto the bed and let her cry, knowing how important it was for her to let go. I did not touch her, standing by the bed until she had calmed down at bit.

“Clare, look at me, I can see you have realised that the protection the blindfold gave you is gone. You will see all of our faces now and yes, that does mean you will not be returning to your old life.” I saw the pained look in her eyes and steeled myself to be firm with her. This was the part I always hated, when they were on the threshold of their new life, but still clinging onto the past. “You belong to us now and later your new owner will decide how you will live your life. Now stand up, the others are expecting us.”

The only way I was able to stand was with the man pulling on my arm, forcing me to my feet. I had known I was in some serious trouble before but had never thought it was my whole life they were taking. As I was almost dragged along the hall, I saw nothing, my head full of what they had done. It was only when I was pushed into a room full of men; that I began to focus on what they might have planned for me now.

All eyes were on me as I was made to stand in middle of the room, the men sitting in seats in a circle. “Clare, these are the men that have been looking after you so well since you have been with us. You will now go down on your knees, move to each man, and say thank you. You will then stay with each man until he indicates that you can move on. Off you go!” I looked at the man who had spoken and could see by his look that he would not put up with me hesitating. It was not easy to get onto my knees with my hands tied in front, so I ended up landing with a thump on the floor, my knees aching. They were still sore from yesterday and I could not help but groan as I regained my balance.

Though I did not want to go near the men, my mind reminding me that three of them had already raped me, I moved slowly to the first man. He spread his legs wide and I moved in between them. Keeping my head down, I said a quiet thank you. His fingers on my chin lifted my head up to see him. “Now, Clare, I know you can do better than that. I want the whole room to be able to hear you say thank you Joe.” I again had the feeling of being trapped as I found out more about my captors. I saw his blue eyes staring into mine, giving me no choice but to do as he said.

“Thank you Joe.” I could hear the waver in my voice but Joe did not seem to mind. “Thank you Clare, come here and let me show you how thankful I am.” His hand gripped my behind my head and pulled my down to the crotch of his jeans. I could feel the outline of his cock pressing against his jeans and had to fight not to pull my head away. I felt him lower his head and whisper in my ear. “Clare, your throat was so nice, but next time it will be your pussy. I can’t wait.” As he let my head up, I tried to fight the tears I felt at the corner of my eyes, not wanting him to see how he had affected me. I felt him push my shoulder, letting me know it was time to go to the next man.

Dave felt his cock swell as he watched Clare struggle to move over to him on her knees. Her firm breasts jiggled up and down as she moved and he thought he could see tears in her eyes. He spread his legs wide so that I had room to manoeuvre myself in close to him. “Hey baby, come on in and say thank you Dave.” Again I felt my repulsion at having to thank these men, but did what he said. I crawled over to him, my knees already hurting. “Thank you Dave.” Dave reached out and pinched one of my nipples, twisting it painfully until I had to gasp with the pain. He did the same to the other one before letting me go.

I felt my nipples throb as I made my way over to the next man. Once in place, he stroked my hair out of my eyes and said his name was Tim. “Thank you Tim.” Tim loved the feel of her hair and pulling it back harshly, he lowered his head to kiss her. His lips pressed down on hers and as her mouth was open already from gasping at his harsh treatment, he was able to move his tongue into her mouth. I felt him kissing me and fought back the urge to bite his tongue. He let me go and I was able to move onto the next man.

When I was kneeling in front of him, he reached down and rubbed my pussy, seeing the blush cover my face. “Clare, I so loved being in this pussy last night. Now, I need to hear you pretty voice say thank you Shane.” I shuddered, knowing by the size of the cock I saw in his jeans, that he was the one who had taken me in the bathroom the night before. I made myself look up at him. “Thank you Shane.” All the time his fingers were working away in my pussy, making me squirm. Finally, he pulled his fingers out and let me continue my miserable journey.

With only two more to go, including the man who had led me into the room, I slowly made my way over to the next man. I heard him tell me his name was Bill and I said thank you to him. I waited for him to molest me in some way but was surprised when he just ran a hand down my body and sent me off. I was so glad I was almost done, that I moved as fast as I could to the last man. I saw her look of anticipation at almost being finished, but knew that she was really only just starting. As she knelt before me, I told her to say thank you Phil, on hearing her say thank you, I stood her up and moved her back into the middle of the group.

I felt such relief at being able to stand up, that I did not see the gleam in the men’s eyes. Phil stood behind me and spoke to the group. “Now guys, I think you would agree that Clare has done a nice job and it is now our turn to thank her. Some of you have had the pleasure of letting Clare know already how pleased we are that she is here with us, so I will ask you to wait until the others have had a chance to thank Clare in person.”

As the meaning of what he was saying sunk in, I tried to run, making it only a few steps before I was pulled to the ground. My legs were held down and my hands were pulled up over my head. I saw Phil squat down beside me, the look on his face like that of a disappointed father. “Now Clare, I thought you had agreed to do as you were told. It seems that now we will have to restrain you. Joe, Phil, get the room ready next door” I just wanted to wake up from my nightmare as I was dragged up to my feet and into the next room.

I could see Joe and Phil pulling a strange looking apparatus into the middle of the room. It seemed to be made of metal and looked like a bit like a builder’s scaffold. I was made to kneel again and my wrists were untied and attached to the end of one of the metal bars with metal cuffs, forcing me to lean down over the bar. Another bar was moved in place in front of my breasts and pulled until my breasts felt like they were in a vice. I felt my legs being spread wide and attached to similar feeling cuffs. To further restrict my movement, a metal bar was locked around my waist, it tightness not giving me any room to move.

I moved around so I was in front of Clare and knelt down so I could talk to her quietly. I lifted her head up and could see the fear in her eyes. “Clare, you know you should not have tried to run. You can’t get away and as you can see, you will only cause yourself more harm each time you try. Now, you will have to stay here until all of the guys are satisfied.” “Please Phil, I won’t fight anyone, please take me out of this, it is so uncomfortable.” I heard him sigh as he took my cheeks in his hand. “Clare, don’t make things worse for yourself. I will ignore that little outburst, but anymore and I will get out the nipple clamps. Do you want that?”

After the time in the box with the clamps yesterday, I knew my nipples would not cope with more time in clamps. I shook my head and he let it drop back down. I became aware of footsteps around me and it was not long before I felt a hand on my head and a cock was placed in my mouth. I looked up and could see it was Tim. He began to work into my throat almost immediately, making me gag as he worked his cock in and out. As I struggled to breathe, I became aware of another cock working its way into my pussy. The two worked in unison, the bar around my waist holding my body still so the thrusts had even more impact. I could hear talking and became aware of the others in the room, watching me with the men.

Once the men were done, another two took their places, with Shane in front. I gasped out loud as I saw his cock for the first time, despite it having been in my pussy the night before. I wondered how I had taken it all in and how I was going to get it into my mouth now. The man behind me slid right into my pussy, pumping away easily. I could feel his fingers move to rub around my asshole and held my breath, hoping he would move them away. He did but they were back in no time and I felt something cool on his fingers. My attention was forced back to Shane as made me open my mouth and pushed the head of his cock inside. My lips were spread thin as I opened my mouth as wide as I could around him.

It all seemed too much to take, as the man behind me pushed one and then two fingers into my ass, his cock still moving steadily in my pussy. Shane had pushed even further into my mouth and was edging down towards the point where I knew I would gag. Behind me, the cock was pulled from my pussy and was now pushing against my asshole. I had to wonder at the way these guys worked together, as at the same moment the cock started to stretch my asshole open, Shane pushed his cock into my throat. If I had been able to scream, I was sure I would have raised the roof off the building. The pain was unbelievable and was only getting worse.

I felt her tight ass quiver as I tried to push my cock into her. I could see Shane working his large cock into her throat and knew that she had to be struggling to breath. Feeling her hole give way, I was able to push half of my cock into her. I heard her muffled groans and gripped her hips tighter, loving how her tight asshole felt around my cock. Shane now had his whole cock in her throat and I gave my cock a final push, fully impaled in her. I began to move in her ass, noting that Shane was also quickening his pace.

I knew I must have passed out, as I came to with Shane’s cum spurting into my mouth, making me cough. The cock was cumming in my ass too and I felt his cum filling me. When both men were done, I felt like I had been put through the wringer, my body tired and sore. I had forgotten about my breasts while the cocks were in me, but know I could feel them throbbing too. I was relieved to hear Phil say that I needed to rest for a while. The men left the room and I hung my head, seeing my bulging breasts in front of my eyes. I thought I was alone in the room, so the hand on my head made me jump.

I had stayed back while the others went off to have a break, wanting to see that she was alright. “Clare, how are you feeling? You can answer me.” I could not believe Phil was asking me how I was feeling after what had been done to me. “I am sore, if that is what you want to know!” I could hear the anger in her voice and knew I had to put a stop to her attitude. Gripping her hair tightly and making her look me in the eyes, I said firmly “Clare, I understand that you might not like what is happening to you, but you are in no position to give me attitude. Now I want to know how you are feeling, as I am sure you do not want to feel those clamps.”

I realised that I could not afford to make him angry and answered in a quiet voice. “Sorry, I am just feeling very uncomfortable. My throat is sore, my ass is burning and I feel like my breasts are going to pop.” I waited to see if that was what he wanted to hear and was relieved when he smiled at me. “That’s better, now as for your aches and pains, I can’t help your throat or ass for now, but if you promise to be nice to me, I will loosen your breasts.” I wondered what he meant, when I looked to see him pulling his cock from his pants. I sighed, knowing that though it would irritate my sore throat, as least my breasts would feel better.

I saw her open her mouth and placed my cock in her mouth and right down her throat. She still had a gag reflex, but I ignored that and worked my cock in and out at a fast pace. Holding her by her ears, I used her mouth like a pussy and before long started to cum. Clare swallowed my cum and I pulled out, sending some of it over her face. I jerked my head as I felt his cum hit me and mix in with my tears. I could hear his heavy breathing and took the time to catch my breath as well.

“Good girl, now I will loosen your breasts but be ready, it could hurt a bit.” I felt him loosen the bar squeezing my breasts and thought I was going to faint as the blood rushed back to my breasts. He was rubbing my breasts and I had to bite my tongue not to tell him to not to touch them. After a few minutes, though, my breasts were starting to feel much better. “Ok, I am afraid that is all I can do now. You will be here for a few more hours and then, if you continue to cooperate, I will let you have another spa.” He patted me on the ass and left me alone, to worry about how I would cope being here for that much longer.

The next few hours were a repeat of earlier, with the men coming in pairs or individually to use me. I grew tired and even managed a few short naps in between visits. I heard footsteps again and braced myself for another onslaught, only to feel my body being released from the contraption I had been on for far too long. Phil came around and picked me up and again carried me into the spa. This time though, once he had put me in the water, he left me alone. I tried to savour the feeling of the water on my body, but could not relax; my mind just full of all that had happened to me in such a short period of time. I just let myself cry, bringing my knees up to my chest like I used to do when I was a little girl.

I was outside the door and heard her sobs. I was not surprised. If she had to let out her feelings, this was a much better way then getting angry or trying to run. Her next step in her training would be how to treat a master, and I knew she would have to start tomorrow. When I heard her cries ease, I returned into the room.

I looked up to see Phil and hoped it was not yet time to get out. When he sat on the edge of the spa, I let myself relax into the water a bit more. “Clare, I hope you are feeling a bit better now. As you have been good, I will allow you to ask me some questions.” I had spent all the time I had been held captive with questions running around her head but now I did not know what to ask.

“There is so much I want to know, but first, why are you treating me in this way? What did I do to deserve it?” I saw Phil consider my question. “Clare, to answer your second question first, you did nothing but be a beautiful woman who happened to catch my eye. As to why we are treating you they way we are, it is because you need to be prepared for your new life.” I saw Clare’s eyes widen at this comment and knew what she would ask next.

“What new life?” I was almost afraid to ask but knew I had to know. My heart was beating wildly as I considered what he could mean. I felt like I had no control over my life anymore, so figured I may as well be prepared for what was to come. “Well, I was going to tell you tomorrow anyway, so I guess one day won’t hurt. I train slaves, so tomorrow we will start teaching you what you need to know to satisfy your new master.” I though I must have misheard him, surely no one kept slaves anymore, at least not in so-called civilised countries. “A slave? Please, I don’t understand. Can’t you just let me go? I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

She was starting to panic and I wondered if she had not been in the water if she would have tried to bolt. “I am sure you think slavery died out a long time ago, but believe me there is a healthy trade in slaves if you know where to look. I do not know who your new owner will be yet, but I will start to advertise you over the net soon and I am sure you will fetch a good sum of money. As to letting you go, I have already told you that will not happen. Now we have time for just one more question.”

I felt numb. How could he just casually mention selling me to a complete stranger? “Is this all just for money? If it is, there must be better ways to make money.” I saw him stand up and hoped I had not asked the wrong question. “Clare, I will be honest and say that the money we make is good, but that is not why I do this. I enjoy training females like you and the fringe benefits are pretty good too.” I saw Clare look puzzled for a moment and then blush, as she realised her body was the fringe benefit I was talking about. She turned away and began to cry again. Letting her go for a few minutes, I then reached for her upper arm and pulled her out of the water.

I used the towel he handed me to dry off, not wanting to look at him after what he had just told me. When I was back in my room and again secured to my bed, I knew I just had to ask him one more question, even if it meant he used the gag again.

“How long….. how long before I get sold off?” I had been about to leave when she asked the question. I turned, ready to scold her for talking, but the look of pure fear in her eyes stopped me in my tracks. “I don’t know yet, but it will be at least a week or two. It all depends on how long it takes to find a buyer. Now, no more talking, ok?” I left her looking scared and very confused. I knew that tomorrow would be an interesting day.

Chapter 6

Though I was exhausted, my body sore from my experiences, I could not sleep. There had been no visitors since Phil had returned me to the room, apart from my meal being brought in. My mind was churning with thought of slaves and masters. I still could not believe they would sell me and just be so calm about it all. When my door opened the next day, I saw Phil return again and knew I was about to embark on yet another new experience.

I could see her eyes were dark and could tell that I had not slept well, even though I had told the guys she was off limits for the night. I did not speak to her as I released her from the bed and let her use the toilet. She was looking at me in a different way then she had a day before. It was a mixture of fear and disbelief, as if she could still not believe what I had told her. When she was done, I led her out to a room she had not been in before.

I felt like I was walking in a dream, my limbs feeling heavy and my head dull, like I had a cold. When I was led into another different room, I could see a table set up for breakfast. Phil came around in front of me and pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to go to my knees. His hand on my chin brought my head up to look at him.

“From now on, if you speak to me, you will call me master. When I call you, I will call you slave. You will not speak unless told to or you will be punished. You will always kneel unless you are told otherwise, with your knees spread and your hands either behind your neck or on your knees. Tell me you understand what I have said so far.”

Still feeling like I was in a dream, I responded. “Yes I understand… master.” I just remembered to say master when he started to grip my chin tighter. I knew I had to get my head together or I would end up being punished. “Slave, that was lucky. Now, it is breakfast time. You will kneel at my feet and if I am feeling generous, I might just share some food with you.” Moving to kneel at his feet, I felt my stomach rumble at the smell of the food on the table. He started to eat, reaching out occasionally to stroke my cheek or pat my hair. He was almost finished when he put down his knife and fork and turned to look at me.

“Slave, what will you do for me if I give you some food?” I did not know what he wanted me to say, but decided to play it safe. “Anything you want me to master.” His smile showed me I had made a good choice and he fed me the rest of the food off his plate, even allowing me at least half of his cup of coffee. It helped me to feel a bit clearer, though I still would have liked more. Phil stood up and pulled me up to stand too, moving me over to kneel again on the mat in front of the couch. “Slave, what do you think a slave does?” I had spent half the night pondering this very question, so already had some answers ready.

“Master, I suppose a slave’s job is to do what their master tells them to do. I also imagine a slave has to satisfy their master sexually.” I saw her blush, despite the last few days. “Master, a slave could also keep the house clean and cook.” “Well done slave, a good slave will do all of the things you mentioned. Now you told me that you would do anything I wanted, so let me tell you want I want you to do.”

I braced myself for what he wanted of me, imagining he would want another blowjob or to use my body some more. His request took me totally by surprise. “Slave, I need to take some photos of you for showing prospective buyers, so I will need you to pose for me in a number of different ways. We will start with some simple shots first then move onto more involved ones. You have half and hour to wash your hair and put on some makeup and then we shall begin.”

The idea that I would have to pose for the photos that would be used to sell me made me feel vile. I knew, though, that I had no choice, as not only had I promised that I would do anything, but I believed that I would be punished. I looked around the room and saw the bathroom, where I spent the next half hour preparing for the photos. Despite myself, I found the feeling of having clean hair and being able to use makeup, to be a pleasure I had forgotten. It was only the voice of Phil telling me that he was waiting that reminded me what I was preparing for. As I walked into the room, I could see the camera all set up ready and a bag sitting on the floor near the couch. Phil’s eyes on me as I walked in made me feel very self-conscious and for some reason I felt like covering up my body. “Slave, you look lovely. I am sure that you will bring in a good price.” My knees went weak as the reality of what he was going to do hit me again.

I could see her face go pale and her legs shake as she entered the room. I had done this before and usually found that it helped the girl to start to think of herself as someone who could be sold. “Let’s get started. I want you to stand with your hands on your head and your legs spread. Come on, let’s go, we don’t have all day.” I saw her jump to attention and move into position, though she still did not look too happy about it.

I moved liked a robot, my mind a blank, as I held the poses. Each pose was just a little bit more revealing, with the last one requiring me to bend over and hold my ass cheeks open. I had been determined not to cry but felt my resolve failing as I was made to pose for each photo. Each time the flash would go off, I would imagine all the people that would see the photos, especially the one that would be my new owner. Eventually it all became too much and I crumbled to my knees, not caring if I was punished or not.

I was not surprised to see Clare give in to her feelings, though I knew I had to get her up and going again. “Slave, stand up!” I heard his order, the word slave going through me like a knife. I just shook my head and waited for what he would do. I saw her shake her head and sighed, hoping that my voice would be enough, but saw that she was sinking into a mood that would not be good for either of us. Moving over near her, expecting her to flinch, she just continued to shake her head. Even when I pulled her head back by her hair, she still made gave me no reaction. I decided to change tack and talk to her in a gentle voice.

“Clare, love, I know this is hard for you but I need you to listen to me. I know you don’t want this to be real but it is. You have to pull yourself together or else I will have to hurt you. Is that what you want me to do?” I heard him talking to me and knew that what he said was true, but just did not want to admit it to myself yet.

“Come on Clare, why make it harder on yourself. Just stand up and we can continue with the photos and they will be done before you know it.”

The mention of the photos made me turn and look at him. “Why are you making me do this? Isn’t it bad enough that you have taken my old life away from me, but now you want me to help you to sell me to a stranger! I just don’t understand how you can be so cruel.” I knew I was speaking out of turn, but just did not care. I was aware of him standing up and was not surprised when he pulled me up with him. He pulled me behind him and dragged me down over his legs, so that my stomach was resting on his thighs.

I could feel her shaking, her ass wriggling as she tried to get off my lap. At least she was showing some reaction. I rubbed my hand over her ass a few times before bringing it down in a slap that seemed to echo around the room. I heard the sound before I felt the pain, and then just had to scream. He continued to hit me, his hand hitting my bottom with a force that threatened to knock me off his lap. I did not know how many times he hit me before he finally stopped, but I had started to beg him after the first three or four.

“Please stop, I’ll pose for the photos, just stop.” He continued to hit me and I continued to beg, my words coming out as sobs. “Please, it hurts too much.” Suddenly I remembered what he had told me when I was first brought into the room, about always calling him master. “Master, please don’t hit me anymore.” At this request, he stopped and let me fall to the floor in a heap.

I stood up and moved back to the camera, taking some shots of her on the floor, her now red bottom on show. Clare turned to look at me and I got a wonderful shot of her tear stained face partly covered by her hair. I knew that it would be definitely be one of the shots we would use. I was just about to tell her to stand up, when she did just that and moved to the spot where she had been standing before. In my head I said a thankyou that she was back with me, but did not let her see that I had been worried about her. Instead I simply continued with the next pose.

“Slave, I need you to take this and insert it for the next photo.” I saw him hold up what looked like a penis but it was bright pink and made of a rubbery substance, with a knob with numbers on it on the base. I had never owned a vibrator, but had heard some girls a work talk about one once. Reaching out to grip the strange object, I blushed as I thought about where he would want me to use it.

“Spread your legs and work it into your pussy. There is some lube on the floor near the couch if you need it.” I could tell that she had never seen a vibrator by the look in her eyes. Watching as she used some of the lube and then looked at me, she begged me with her eyes for me not make her do this. I just glared back and she quickly moved to insert it into herself. I got some great shots of her impaling herself and then some shots of her in various poses.

I could feel the vibrator in me but it was not until I was made to lie on my back, that I learnt what it could really do. Phil moved to crouch between my legs and just as I thought he was going to remove it, a sudden vibration started in my pussy. It just seemed to get faster and faster, until all I was aware of was my pussy. “Don’t you even think about touching that slave. I want to get some nice shots of you cumming.” I tried to fight it, but the buzzing just continued until I felt my whole body contracting in an orgasm.

I got some fantastic shots as her body trembled in orgasm, her hair wild and her eyes closed in passion. When she started to recover, I finally allowed her to remove the vibe from her pussy. Now there was just one more series of shots I needed, but knew that she would not like it too much. Just on time, the door opened and Joe and Shane entered the room.

I saw the two men enter the room and my heart sank, knowing for certain what the next photos would be of. “Slave, stand up and put your arms behind your back so Shane can tie them.” I felt the ropes on my wrists being wound tightly before my elbows were pulled together. At the same time, Joe was working a rope around my breasts, wrapping it around and around until it looked like a little balloon. He did the same to the other breast and then stood back to check his work. I was not given much time to think about my bonds as I was forced to my knees and Shane’s cock was pushed into my mouth. The sound of the camera could just be heard over my gags as Shane worked his cock in my mouth.

“Ok, Joe, I need you to now bend her over the couch and fuck her pussy.” I was moved to the couch and was again given no time to think before Joe’s cock entered my pussy. Shane resumed his position in my mouth as more shots were taken. I was then flipped over and my legs held out to the side as the men again took their place in my body. I was beginning to feel like a mannequin as I was manoeuvred into different positions. The final shots were of both men cumming on me.

I was pleased with the photos, knowing that I would have plenty of good ones to choose from. Clare would be made to help me choose them later, knowing that this would further cement her image of herself as a slave.

Chapter 7

The next morning, I was tied to a chair in front of a computer screen, being made to help choose which photos would be used to advertise me for sale. I had spent another restless night thinking of the life that was being planned for me. To add to my tiredness was the fact that Bill and Joe had visited during the night. I had begun to almost accept the men’s visits, but still found the roughness of some of the men hard to take. My nipples were still sore from them being pulled by Joe while Bill had fucked me in the ass. The thing that I found the hardest was just being treated like an object, the thought that I had feelings seemingly ignored.

“Slave, I said which photo do you think we should use! I need your full attention, as the better the photos the better the buyer.” I focused again on the screen, which had the first set of photos of me posing on my own. I didn’t want to pick any of them, but knew I had no choice, the threat of punishment hanging heavy over my head. Looking at the photos, I pointed to two with my tied hands and hoped he would leave it at that.

I could see that she was just trying to get the job done and was not really looking at the photos, but was not going to let her get away with that. “Ok, Slave, why did you choose those two? What do you think anyone seeing them is going to think?” Clare looked at me and for a second I saw a flash of anger in her eyes but then it was gone, replaced by a look of acceptance.

I thought about what I could say, not even really remembering which photos I had picked. Starting to feel panicky, I pointed at a photo, hoping it was one of the ones I had chosen. I could sense Paul gazing at me and felt my heart start to beat rapidly in my chest. “ Master, I think this photo might be good because you can see my breasts.” I did not look up but could still feel his eyes burning into me. I could feel the sweat dripping down my back as I waited for Phil to respond.

“Funny, I don’t recall you choosing that photo before, though it is a very nice one.” Phil grabbed my hair and pulled back my head so I had to look at him. “We are not playing a game here slave and I don’t like thinking that you are wasting my time! Now, I will give you one more chance or you will be feeling a lot more uncomfortable than you are right now.” I saw her flinch as I pulled her hair one more time before letting her go.

I was shaken and knew that I had to do better. “I’m sorry master. I will try to do better.” This time I really did look at the photos and when I told him why I thought they would be good, I could see he was pleased with my selection.

“Good slave, now we come to the ones with the vibrator, I want two showing you using the vibrator and two during or after your orgasm.” I saw myself on the screen, the first lot of photos showing me inserting the vibrator and then with my legs spread wide. However, it was the next lot of photos that really made me blush, as they showed me in the throws of my orgasm. One photo really caught my eye. It showed me on my back, my eyes closed and my hands clutching the rug under me. It was not the position that caught my eye as much as the look on my face. Even with my eyes closed, I could see the passion on my face.

Having never seen myself mid orgasm, it was a shock to see that despite my hatred of using the vibrator, my body showed none of what I had been feeling. This shocked me and made me question if maybe I really did like some of what had been done to me. “Slave, I see you have found one photo you really like. Tell me about why it has you so fascinated?” “Master, I didn’t know I looked like that ….you know, when.. please don’t make me say it. Isn’t it enough that I have to help you pick out the photos?” I heard him sigh and then bring out a set of clamps from his pocket. “I’m sorry master, please don’t use the clamps, I just find it hard to talk about these the way you want me to.” Begging did no good and he proceeded to take each nipple and apply a clamp. My poor nipples ached as he stood up and brought something else out of his pocket. “Slave, do you know what these are?”

Shaking my head, I wondered what further torment he had planned. “These are weights designed to go onto the clamps on your nipples. I am going to put them on for one minute so you will know what they feel like.” When he attached the first weight, I thought my nipple was going to be pulled of. I tried to move away from him when he went to attach the second weight, the ropes holding me to the chair not letting me move more than an inch or two. The second weight felt no better and I could not stop my tears. Sixty seconds had never felt so long and it was only when he removed the weights that I was able to breathe again.

“So slave, I can see you didn’t like that very much. If you continue to disobey what you have been asked to do, then I will put them back on. Now, you were telling me why you like that photo.” Now that the clamps were gone, my nipples felt so much better, despite the clamps still being on. “Master, I like that photo because it shows me mid orgasm.” Looking at his face, he showed no emotion, so I moved onto the other ones I liked, making my descriptions as involved as I could. I managed to get through that lot of photos, but knew that the next ones would be the hardest.

Seeing her squirm and blush as I made her tell me about her photos was making my cock hard. If I didn’t know that I had to get her profile up by the afternoon, I would have taken some time to fuck her. Anyway, I knew that the next lot of photos would be the really interesting ones. Bringing up the new screen, I saw her go pale and then blush a bright red as she looked wide eyed at the shots of her with the two men. She looked at up me, her eyes wet with tears, and then sighed.

I thought I had never felt so humiliated as I glanced at the photos showing the two men’s cocks in me. Trying to imagine it was someone else in the shots did not work, as the memory was still so fresh in my mind. It never failed to amaze me that each time I thought they had brought me down to my lowest point, they found something else to bring me even lower. The sound of the weights being jiggled reminded me I had a job to do and I tried to look objectively at the photos.

“Master, I think the one showing the two cocks going in is a good one.” Phil could not say I had not told him about the photo but he wanted more. “Which one slave, I need more detail than that.” I didn’t think I could blush anymore than I was, but I did. “The one with the cock in my pussy and the cock just going into my mouth, master.”

“Which other one, slave? I think I like that one with Shane right in your throat, you can see the bump where his cock is deep in your throat. What do you think?” I saw her eyes flicker on the photo and then look away. “If you like it master, then use that one.” One look told her me needed more. “I think it also shows off my tied breasts

really well too.” “Right then, we will use that one and of course the final one needs to be of you covered with cum. Now that we have that settled, I think you need a change of pace.” Her confused face amused me as I removed the rope around her waist and lifted her of the chair. It was not until I had her down on her knees that she seemed to understand what I was talking about. “Undo my pants slave and thank your master for letting you see your photos.” The feeling of her hands on my pants and then my cock was wonderful.

Once again, I found myself submitting to the demands of one of my captors. I had learnt to control my gag reflex a bit more and was able to take him into my throat without the pain I used to feel. While he moved his cock in my throat, I thought about the photos and who would see them. It terrified me to think of being sold to a stranger, not that I was in such a safe place already, but at least I knew I was needed and would not be hurt too badly. The speed of the cock in my throat got faster and his cum exploded into me. I stayed where I was until he was done and he moved me to stand again. Outside I could hear the voices of some of the others and shuddered as I was led out of the room, wondering who would use my body next.

Lost in Isolation

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