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Sitting on the old leather sofa, wearing just my hold up stockings and shoes I felt somehow relieved. I’d reached this far with little more than a few slaps and a couple of painful punches to my still tender stomach.
That poor girl sitting next to me however was in a very different place. Her once wild eyes and her defiance were now reduced to the self-pity and some realisation of what lay in store for her and I watched this poor wretch sobbing uncontrollably still unable to communicate properly.
The technicians and cameramen had left their equipment where it lay and were sitting around a huge rough old industrial table in the far section of the apartment
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I could hear Mr Craggy-face face addressing them, then passing around each man a clipboard of what I assumed were some kind of instructions as they sipped coffee from thermos jugs on the table. We two women were not offered any though it smelt wonderful.
Were they discussing our fate? It sounded like it and seemed like it! Every few minutes one or more of the guys shot us a look as they were talking, sort of a knowing, glad it`s not me sort of look, it was very unsettling. They were clearly discussing some sort of script or perhaps plan, and ‘we’ were very much part of it, in fact probably the stars.
I counted eight guys in total. Three technicians and two cameramen plus the two ugly brutes Dee and Dum who had brought me here in the first place and of course Mr Craggy-face who was leading the discussion.
They pawed over the papers they had written, probably what I believed to be a script. Each of the technician`s, and the cameramen had had input, I suspect about best camera angles, lights and sound for whatever they were planning, perhaps it was the order of thing`s so we were not used up in the first moments…
but they did nothing at the set we had used which I thought curious. By now I was feeling unbelievably nervous as I came to the realisation something very unpleasant was going to happen, and probably very soon.
I looked round as I heard the big old steel door swing open behind me and a couple more guys walked past us carefully ignoring us and joining the men at the table exchanging grunted greetings. I realised I hadn’t heard the elevator clanging, so they must have come from another room somewhere on this level in this big old building. I had thought the space we were in was enormous but looking around I now calculated in my imagination that there was enough room in the building for at least another large room on this floor, perhaps it was a dungeon or perhaps even a slaughter house…
The two new guys were rather nondescript, both perhaps in their Mid-40’ s, and oozing a sadistic aura, dressed in all black, rather like executioners and not saying much just nodding, as Mr Craggy-face explained whatever had been decided from the script, and although I couldn’t make out what was being said only a few yards away, as they huddled around the large stained old table, we knew instinctively that these men were very bad news.
I (and perhaps that I`m sure should be we,) were starting to get really horrible vibes just from the tone of the muffled conversations that were taking place, and our eyes were fixed on that script, believing that it could well for all we knew have been our death sentences.
Moments later the two new guys suddenly got up and calmly and very deliberately walked over to us, now trembling women.
Casually but very sadistically, their faces unsmiling and set, they gripped our wrists and without a word, hauled us up off of the now familiar tatty old sofa where we felt strangely safe. We were not in any position to do more than just as they wanted but both of us resisted as best we could, digging in our heels, it was a token of how we felt, and they fully expected it.
All eyes were peering at us from the table, but I couldn’t read what was going on behind them, met as I was, with a group of blank, very hard stares as we were to our surprise hauled towards that door.
We both struggled and fought against these two emotionless thugs as they gripped our wrists, dragging us relentlessly down the hallway towards a door at the far end. We knew instinctively that what lay behind that half open black door we were not going to enjoy.
One of them kicked the door further open and we were both pushed into a dark forbidding room, sprawling on our hands and knees on the floor.
With an echoing snap the lights were turned on and the whole space was dimly lit, I looked up and in front of us, as my eyes grew accustomed to the place, I saw metal and timber horizontal rails secured on the far wall with an “X” frame mounted above a floor mounted platform, I instantly recognised the St Andrews cross as used in countless pain porn films.
To say I was terrified was an understatement, they slammed the door closed, and to me it sounded like the crash of coffin lid echoing in the large near empty room! The first man asked her in a chilling German dialect. “So, Liebling, who shall we choose you or her, my little one, one will give, and one will receive.” He pointed first at her then at me as he said it, to ensure that she understood his question, precisely, then repeated the question in a dialect she understood, it was play acting, they knew, as I instantly knew, what answer to expect.
That poor girl looked up at him, fully aware of the choices she was presented with and who could blame her as just as I expected, she lifted her arm and pointed a finger at me with absolutely no emotion in her scared pale adolescent face.
The leading man grinned, “Well that makes our lives so much easier doesn’t it my little kitten” then said to the other man. “I think she needs to be taught a lesson don’t you” his partner nodded. And a sadistic smile spread all over his sallow face as they turned to me. Leaving the girl, sprawled on the floor they dragged me backwards one on each arm, towards those menacing wall bars.
I soon found myself standing, naked bar the now badly laddered stockings, secured to the top of the cross with my wrists tight in leather straps.
The stockings, had torn when I had been thrown to the floor, it had not made them happy, so at the command of the more forceful of the two men they quickly pulled them from my legs, before each of my ankles were pulled to the cross, and I was rapidly secured, again with straps. holding me vulnerably open in the shape of a cross for whatever abuse they wished.
My tormentor, pointedly placed a bucket between my open legs with his foot, explaining that “going on my pissing myself before I would probably do it again as soon as they started on me.”
They left me and returned to the girl, who lay, eyes wide watching me being secured and quietly sobbing, they pulled her to her feet and brought her to within a few feet of me, one man holding each arm. She was staring at the floor in front of her trying desperately not to catch me in full eye contact. I shuddered, then began gabbling, pleading in a ‘last-ditch’ attempt for clemency; “But I thought someone had bid for me” … I desperately explained in a near scream, playing for time perhaps …who knows “surely you aren’t going to violate me before I’m delivered to my new owner.”
The first guy smiled at my naivety, picked up from the table in the corner, the script clipped on its black clipboard, I had not seen him fetch it with him, but in my defence, I must say I had been more than a little distracted.
He read out from it, slowly and clearly, pointing out the fixed cameras, as he did so, his chilling instruction`s clear and precise like a death sentence in a Nazi film.
He looked menacingly at me as he spat out the words “WE,” and he emphasised the WE “have been instructed to break you into submission for EACH of your new Masters”. My head was reeling, “what do you mean each Master.” I asked in desperation...” I thought….”
He cut in; “Oh my sweet bitch” he growled menacingly, “you, have been sold on line to a number of Masters, not just one and like it or not each has his… or her, own favourite kink`s!” he paused for effect, then said chillingly;
“As my friend and I both love our work and we are experts it will be our a most enjoyable task, so don’t expect any mercy from us ever!” he grinned as I cringed, then continued, “we are to prepare you, most carefully, for each and every one of your new Master`s individual needs in turn” he pointed to the cameras aimed at my trembling, and vulnerable body, knowing each syllable was rocking my world… I couldn’t believe what these guys had in store for me...I could hardly believe in my worst dreams what I was hearing, as my tormentor continued to read out loud the list of one word ‘treatment`s’ I was to receive. Most went over my head in a flurry of words with an accent that my scrabbling brain failed to retain, I picked out the word “Pain” was used over and over, and the sentence “running with blood…” He came to the end of the list and since he was at least talking and explaining, I asked with a trembling voice…”and what happens to me, when they are finished with me?” To that, they both just laughed in unison, a vile chilling laugh that added to my terror 100fold, “oh believe me my sweet fuck-slut, it will be a long time before they`ve finished with you... and by the time they have you will be begging to leave us”
The absolute desperation of my situation suddenly hit me like a freight train…and I became completely hysterical, in my mind there was nothing I could do, I was their plaything… and it looked like being forever!
A leather covered hand reached up and back-slapped me across my face bringing me instantly back to the present. My head was jerked wildly to one side and my assailant quickly grabbed me by the neck pulling my whole head towards him as far as my bonds would allow.
I could feel my neck and windpipe being crushed in his large unrelenting grip and in desperation I stood up on my tiptoes trying as best I could to lessen his grip, it was a forlorn hope as with each attempt to draw breath into my lungs searing pain coursed through my neck muscles. He was an expert, his grip perfect and just enough to give terror, and pain and to cut off my air supply without a mark.
Just as I was about to pass out, he slowly released his hold on me and I slumped in my bonds, my chest heaving as I tried desperately to fill my lungs with oxygen, He stared at me for a moment and then stepped back, slowly, backing towards the door but still fixing me in eye contact, as if to say; ‘that my girl was just the tip of the ice-burg.’ He reached behind his back for the door lever and slowly opened the large old black steel door. The two cameramen slipped into the room carrying mobile professional style video cameras on their shoulders. I watched with horror building inside me as their equipment was connected up to cables like umbilical cords through to a hole in the bottom of the wall.
I knew these were additional cameras to catch my every twitch, scream and grimace for the sadistic owners I would never meet.
I became fixated with the cameras on those long black cables snaking across the floor which connected my image to …well to who and were? He had said men and women, my mind reeled.
Now, unnoticed, free standing, tripod mounted lights had been dragged from the corner of the room I supposed by the executioners, and were suddenly bathing me in their white glare, blinding me to what was going on behind the arc of the lighting, knowing when these men were now ready in the darkness, waiting to gloatingly film my every jot of pain and suffering.
The young girl had by now, melted into the background and I could just make her out in my peripheral vision her eyes fixed on me in a fixed glaze, I fervently hoped, she was feeling guilty, but I sadly doubted it.
I wonder…Would I have done the same and pointed at her if I had been given the choice as she had been?
My eyes were wet now, and as I looked down, I could see my breasts damp with my tears, which were dripping un-noticed till now, from my chin in a continuous wet stream as I desperately fought my inner demons....my emotional state was slowly beginning to crumble, the realisation of this my situation over which I had no possible control or any way of avoiding in any tiny way, I was here, secure and theirs to do just whatever they had the mind to inflict on me and I was powerless.
My tormentors took up position and barked orders at the cameramen to check everything was ready. The full lights were turned on with the diffusers fitted and adjusted to illuminate my wretched body.
Streams of Adrenalin were released and were surging through my whole body as I was desperately trying to prepare myself for the inevitable pain, that as yet I could only imagine.
A cell phone suddenly pinged and broke the tension. My tormentor held up his finger indicating silence as he checked the message on his screen. “Okay good to go” he said to the cameramen which I realised meant the camera video feeds were showing my image to countless ‘privileged’ viewers around the world.
That poor young girl was dragged in front of me, she was small and completely naked and looked absolutely terrified as she looked around, with no idea what was expected of her. A wicked looking leather whip was handed to her and she was left no doubt what was expected of her. “Remember what we said little kitten, it’s either you or her...it’s your choice.” And the sadistic gits laughed, the more aggressive holding a long a****l prod, which he used just the once to great effect on her rump to prove his point!
This timid little pubescent girl jumped forward as the prod jolted her, looking up at my tear stained face, I almost felt sorry for her …but I knew, she had as little choice as I had. Her eyes and face held no emotion at all just the blank need of self-preservation, hit or be hit, was the only flicker hidden in her tiny face.
with a hiss of, “it`s Her…or You.” And then “action!” Ringing in her ears this vulnerable little girl came to stand just three feet in front of me. She looked up at me with an expression that I just couldn’t interpret quickly made, and then broke eye contact, which I realised now was her attempt to somehow apologise for what she needed to do me, to make it easier for her to inflict the pain we both knew she would have to give. I nodded my understanding, it was like flicking the on switch,
She lifted her thin arm and flicked the short strands of leather towards me, the first and second attempt, just brushing the hard leather tail knots against my soft breasts with little real force, but as I watched her, I could sense both the anger and frustration building inside her innocent mind as she was prodded once more by the man at her backside and I suspect with his voice echoed in her brain, “It`s you or her.”
She knew better than to be gentle and raised the stinging tails high above her head, then launched a ferocious strike.
As if in slow motion, that hissing flogger`s tails found their mark properly, this time. those feared strands separated at the last moment, before with the force of inertia they launched their stinging attacks onto my soft and milky white breasts. One particularly cruel tip with excruciating accuracy stung at my right nipple. Adrenalin coursing through my veins seemed to momentarily block the electrical signals from my nervous system but in reality, it took just a microsecond for the message to go deep into my brain to creating a pathway to the pain receptors deep inside my grey matter. Unbidden my screaming began, it felt disjointed from my body...it sounded to me, like it belonged to someone else. I screamed shrill and loud.
It was just what they needed.
I fell forward restrained by my wrists. It felt like I’d been slapped really hard but as that wasn’t an all-together unfamiliar feeling for me it was perhaps a release.
Endorphins started to flood my brain tissue, trying desperately to block my pain receptors. Deep down I knew and excepted this was just the start of my journey into hell. She now my tormenter, just stood there for a moment studying my heaving body, her instructor nodded and quietly whispered “good girl” as she contemplated her next strike. For a complete novice she had quickly developed a skill as she delivered her next lash to my other breast.
That lash was tearing at my soft flesh and sending yet more searing messages to my confused brain.
This then was my redemption… at that moment I gave, well in truth abandoned, my body and soul to these people, to give them the perverted pleasure my masters so desired and to pay for the indiscretions of my past, my so wanted atonement that I had been willing to pay for, it was here, it was real, I was ‘paying the price!’
I couldn’t even look at the girl now, though I could hardly believe the ferocity such a young girl could muster, she was just the tool, the point of delivery, if it wasn’t her it would have been someone else, my paid master or one of these thugs, what did it matter! Perhaps she’d been abused or bullied a lot in her short life and this was her expression of anger, I don’t know, but I guessed she was just in a self-preservation mode. The lashes came again, and again, not particularly accurate or hard but enough to satisfy these tormentors. “Stop now my little kitten” he said as he took the flogger from her hand. She was shaking uncontrollably as he whispered, “don’t worry kitten, your turn will come soon” in English and though she didn’t really understand his comment, she knew instinctively what had been inferred, at which she immediately burst into tears, her body wracked with pitiful sobbing.
My heart went out to the girl, as she knew she had been lied too and cheated.
I watched the two guys for a moment expecting something more, and I was not wrongas the more aggressive of the two now hooded came into shot with that dreaded cattle prod at the ready, the most fearsome of human torture tools and one I have been introduced to in a previous life...his cattle prod. My lungs emptied in a loud scream as he gave me a taste of its full-power to my already tender right nipple, it was the last straw.
My mouth opened wide as automatically depleted breath forced its way from my lungs, the intense stinging in my nipple flooded my brain with its jumbled messages of pain at easily the speed of light and I began again to scream, as my bowels and bladder involuntarily releasing their content to clatter into the waiting wide-mouthed bucket.
THEY LAUGHED, THE MISERABLE BASTARDS LAUGHED!
Then they released me and made me take the bucket and empty it before they allowed me to shower. By the time I returned that poor k** was in my place though facing the cross and screaming as the larger of the two was apparently attempting to remove skin from her back, there was nothing I could do, and her screams were heartrending.
This went on, and on, till the poor girl became u*********s, hung like a limp rag from her wrists, her back a mass of fine welts and cuts. They had me drag her to the shower, the cool water easing her back into the world, the carbolic soap the best I could do as an antiseptic for her back, we were returned to the other room and I was shackled once more to the bed, a second chain added this time to the girls leg, and we were fed, some sort of sausage and bread, washed down with coffee. The men shut up shop for the night, leaving everything but the computer, and departing long before the light outside failed, not that we cared, sharing the bed, the sheet and the smelly old sleeping bag, by now the girl and I understanding one another, trusting each other and clinging to one another in commiseration and sharing.
We soon slept, wrapped in one another`s arms, knowing tomorrow would be another day, another round of pain.

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