297 PT1 The Last Atonement! free porn video

297 PT1 The last atonement!
This in pt1and 2 is a 100% true story as given to me by the lady concerned, some features of it some will find distasteful and normally I would not deal with in my normal course of writing, but because its true I have included the whole sorry story in her own very precise words
The last atonement!
I was going through a bad patch emotionally, things were very difficult at home and I was in a rather dark place, I knew I needed some release from the mental struggle of my day to day life, some atonement, as I had a number of times previously. Becoming a sub and giving myself to others to atone for the sins I had committed in my lurid past had been very the****utic to me.
So, without telling my beloved husband I rang my master a professional who I had used before a couple of times.
He agreed to see me but said he couldn’t get over to me for a few months, he being based in Germany, so I offered to travel to him at his place in a town near …well perhaps it`s not appropriate to say now. Anyway, he said he could fit me in the following week, it was a major mistake though of course I did not know it at the time.

The next thing was to tell my hubby who by now had become somewhat enlightened about my mental needs to atone for things in my past. He, I believe had sussed my secret after that first visit of my master, who he has never met and at that time didn’t know of.
He had though, bless him, he would let me tell him about it in my own time, he`s like that. I don’t like keeping secrets, so before I went on my second adventure with the master I came clean and explained it all, not why, my mental condition, my needs, this desire to be used or punished degraded and used that’s my life secret!
He found it erotic, but difficult to understand but he did know that after atonement I was a much happier wife, even if I did need some nursing! Thus, it was that he agreed all-be it reluctantly, to my visiting my master once more, saying that he hated the whole idea, but if it would settle my mind I could go ahead, as he was pretty fed up with my moods of late and as long as I wasn’t permanently marked or damaged he was reluctantly agreeable if he got chapter and verse, or better still a video!
Thus, it was in 2017on a damp February day, that he not only delivered me, to our nearest airport, for a late-afternoon flight, he had paid the not inconsiderable fee in advance for my flight and for `my treatment!’
He looked tired and more than a little dejected, as in the late afternoon I left him alone, at Gatport Airwick as I set out on my own, from the booking in desk, bound for one of the smaller German airports. We parted with just a silent goodbye kiss full of meaning.
That flight was for me one of trepidation and uncertainty, knowing all the while that I was traveling to a meeting and expecting a day of controlled bondage and abject pain, with a man that I knew would show little mercy, though at that time, I trusted him explicitly. How wrong can you be!
It was a straight forward flight though the butterflies were unsettling me. On arrival after the usual customs and immigration crap, I emerged to be identified at the arrivals gates by a completely unknown couple of men, holding a card with my name on it and who greeted me with disarming smiles, they gave my masters name and apologies for his non- arrival then led me outside. Though I was a bit peeved having expected my master would have met me, I reasoned that this time things would be different, with me visiting him at his base dungeon. I took this to be all a part of my master`s plan to intimidate and ready me for his ministrations, though this had never happened with him before and I believed he had no doubt, ‘laid on’ this rough looking pair to collect me as an added touch.
Sadly, I was oh so wrong.
I found myself being escorted in a whirl, rather too forcefully from the airport concourse, till just outside the exit doors and away from the CCTV in the car park, when they suddenly bundled me rapidly into the back seat of a large cream Mercedes with blacked out windows. I was quickly joined on either side of the back seat, with the first tinges of real worry troubling my mind as to the identity of these two silent men, and the whereabouts of my missing master. My rather menacing pair of Eastern European looking minders, (who over the next few days I would come to know as Tweedled Dee and Tweedled Dum) ignored me totally.
As we left that airport, the black glassy roads were still slick from a recent heavy rainfall, reflecting the bright lights of the airport perimeter in a weird ethereal world of light and dark. It was difficult to see out and the two men sat me back in my seat, so I couldn’t read the signs though I did desperately try. All of my attempts at conversation or demands for explanation were totally ignored, so I gave up and silently sat as the wipers smeared the steady drizzle in a monotonous sweep.
Our journey, of I suspect an hour, through the depressing, rapidly darkening landscape did little to enhance my mood, away from the bright lights we continued our journey down a stretch of autobahn before eventually turning into a quieter unfamiliar area of what I took to be a big city.
In the relentless drizzle we arrived at our destination, a very dingy industrial area, from what I could see mostly disused where without any discussion or an attempt at manners of any kind I was pushed and pulled without ceremony, indoors and into an elderly lift cage, which took us up to about the third floor of an old very large open plan warehouse apartment dimly lit with a high unpainted ceiling. After being pushed roughly and without a word, onto a large leather sofa, I was gruffly instructed in a strongly accented English “not to move!” Then I was left on my own…which as I was two or three hundred miles from home, a woman on my own in a terrifying intimidatingly huge cold disused warehouse high in god knows Where-Ville, with no earthly chance of escape, the instruction to stay was just I felt, a tiny bit unnecessary!
The strip lights were switched out, and a single spotlight illuminated me sat on the old sofa, that alone was unnerving.
My heart was pounding with fear and I was trembling, desperately attempting to control my breathing in a steadier rhythm by taking long deep breaths as I was by now scared beyond belief, though still clinging to the hope my trusted master would soon appear.
The air around me had a heady smell of leather, old wood, oil, dust, industrialisation and human occupation, so I gathered my composure as best I could, taking in my surroundings and position in minute detail while not daring to leave that old sofa. Looking around the huge space with its stained ancient floorboards. I saw that my expensive soft case had been thrown casually into the corner of the room discarded, like something from the trash can, at that moment I felt the same and I knew in my heart of hearts something was really not right.
I nervously waited for something to happen, a minute is like an hour in those circumstances belive me! Still un-sure what had overtaken me. My mind running through a kaleidoscope of mad thoughts, and fantasies, which as time went by became more and more a realistic possibility, The uncomfortable realisation beginning to finally dawn, deep within my muddled brain, that my master was not amongst the men holding me, and either he had sold me on as a commodity like a piece of live meat, to these dangerous criminals, or in some way they had k**napped me but either way I was a commodity, a pawn in their game, a worthless female sexual victim, who had been silly enough to be a willing victim at that!
My imagination raced; perhaps I would be on an internet site of the worse sort, was I to be used, perhaps even to death for a snuff film, by vicious cruel uncaring men who would finally kill me to keep me from identifying them. It was a very real scenario to me and I shuddered at the thought and I suppose, in some sort of c***dish self-preservation instinct, fearing the situation I’d found myself in, I curled myself up in a tight ball at one end of the worn leather sofa and began to cry!
As my hands curled around my nervously shivering body, my finger caught a flimsy piece of material loosely tucked between the leather seat cushions. Bringing it up to my eye-line I realised it was a pair of girl`s panties, worryingly the label clearly showed the size as ‘small’! A shudder like an electric current passed down my curled-up spine into my very cortex as I imagined what might have happened to the poor youngster who had last worn them, they being too small for an adult. Was she now screaming somewhere in mortal fear for her young life, in solitude or was she hidden away stiff and cold, in some lonely grave past all help? My racing mind knew I could do nothing for her whoever she was, but the thought struck an icy finger in my already terrified brain. What was to be my fate, what was going to happen to me, my body was wracked with self-pity as I sobbed like a frightened c***d!
Luckily for me I had no real concept of the depravity I would be subjected too, many times over the coming days, I would despair of ever coming out of this experience alive and before this was all over I was to become a depraved a****l, one that my loving husband would never have recognised willing to do any depraved act just to stay alive.
What both myself and my husband, had envisaged was that my ‘treatment’ would be on similar lines to previous atonement`s. Sexually painful experiences, strictly regulated by the careful master whom I had trusted literally with my life each time I had given myself into his care.
What we didn’t realise was that this time my’ Master’ had betrayed me perhaps for the sake of large amount of money paid in cash on my arrival in Germany, payment for the complete use of my live body, by these men. This had allowed him to walk away and leave me to the tender mercies of those a****ls never having even seen or spoken to him on German soil!
I had been passed somehow, as a sexual commodity to a group of very highly sophisticated and brutal men, who specialised in the ‘treatment and torture to order, of victims of whatever age their ‘clients’ preferred and were willing to pay for.
Unfortunately for me but fortunately for him my husband had no way of knowing what was happening to me. though after the next two days if I didn’t reappear I knew he would begin to worry if he was not doing so already!
The shame of knowing I had somehow orchestrated my own demise in this dark dingy warehouse has now left me with deep emotional scars that I don’t see ever healing, but back then all I could do was sob like a frightened abandoned c***d on that horrible old sofa as I suddenly came to realise my predicament, no one knew I was here or had a clue of how to find me. I brought those panties, scrunched up in my hand, to wipe away the tears that were streaming pitifully down my face, it was then that I noticed the blood stains on the gusset and seat of these youngsters panties and another icy cold shudder ran through my body.
Through my tears I became aware of the clanging of that old lift in the corridor and heard the heavy metal door to the room being unlocked. I sat up and watched as the two dark figures appeared in the gloomy room, confidently moving towards me with a definite purpose. I called out to them “what do you want with me?” that was met with an ominous silence as these my two escorts from the airport stood right in front of me. Both in their early 40’s, white men and dressed in identical all black clothing accentuating their menacing presence.
Without warning I found myself being pulled roughly off the sofa by the smaller man. I stood defiantly staring at them and was rewarded with a lunge towards my throat by the bigger of the two, grasping my neck in a big and very strong hand, he held me in a vice like grip, so that my head was unable to move. I could see his icy cold, blue eyes were filled with purpose as he nodded to his accomplice and said, “strip her” in a thickly Eastern European accent.
Within seconds my expensive clothes were ripped and cut from my trembling body very expertly and I stood there completely naked as this brutish man continued to hold me firmly in his single-handed grip.
I stared defiantly into his eyes for a moment then he relaxed his grip on my neck allowing me some easier breath and a little movement. He caught sight of the panties I had found, laying where I had left them, dumped on the sofa. He picked them up smiling as if it brought back fond memories, then he brought then to his nostrils, languishing in the smell, before laughing as he pitched them away into the corner of the room, discarding them as I had no doubt he had, discarded their previous occupant. I asked him what had caused the blood? He replied with a sneer, “the whip!”
My blood ran cold, but determined not to show my fear I glared at him and growled
“is that what are you going to do with me then?” This time the reply was delivered as a hard but controlled punch to my stomach.
I doubled up in screaming pain holding my hands to my bruised body as I collapsed, my muscles were stinging with the blow and he’d literally forced the air from my lungs as I took several painful gasps trying to refill my lungs with the oxygen I so desperately needed... he put his hand under my chin and hauled me to my feet, straightening me to study my face, no doubt contorted in pain, though I was determined to show him and his smaller accomplice, that I couldn’t be broken so easily by glowering at him.
That bravado though, was short lived as this brutish creep of a man ran his calloused hands over my cool, bruised body, savouring every little crevice, making me feel sick to my stomach. His smaller assistant crept up behind me and gripped both my arms pulling them behind me and overlapping my wrists before one of them secured me tightly with a plastic tie...
I knew now what was coming, I was secured in this tight grip. The smaller man, Tweedled Dum, still holding my tied wrists with one hand as he reached up, I felt a hand run through my long hair before he quickly and brutally grabbed a clump, jerking my head backwards leaving my body fully exposed and more vulnerable than ever!
Again, I felt the rough hands of the larger man, following the curves of my rigid body as if admiring a carved sculpture. I flinched as his calloused fingers enjoying my large and very soft breasts searching out and pinching fiercely at my nipples, I could smell his rancid breath on my face now, as he let his hand run down my abdomen hesitating against the reddened bruised area of his last assault, enjoying my disgust.
“Is this how you treat all your women?” I spluttered against the pain in my neck muscles. He studied my face for a few moments before considering his reply “You don’t know do you?” he said. “you are a filthy rich-bitch, and this is nothing, just nothing I tell you, to what we have planned for you, do you hear? Believe me you will be begging us to finish you off long before we’ve finished with you and are ready to do just that missy.” then he laughed cruelly.
It’s hard to look defiant when you’ve got a man pulling your head back, but I mustered enough strength to launch my right knee upwards towards his thigh, his trained reflexes were too fast for me though and he caught my leg in his giant hand, rendering me immobile and desperately balanced on one leg as he moved his other hand towards my labia gripping my large lips in his grasp and squeezed me tightly enough to force a scream from my lips. God, it hurt so much, it literally took my breath away as my labia lips and were crushed with such tremendous force.
My scalp too was aching, as my hair was still pulled back tight by his smaller friend forcing my head back into an unnatural pose. He, releasing his grip on my sex, and my leg was pushed back down till both feet were on the ground to allow me at least to regain my balance. “See those cameras bitch?” he said, pointing out a couple of cameras that I had not so far noticed while I had been preoccupied, “well there’s going to show all our ‘special guests’ just what an old slut like you can do to entertain us all”
I shuddered as an icy chill coursed through me, just imagining what was going to happen to me, here in this intimidating place, so far away from help, I began to expect soon to die, in shear-terror with that thought, I just couldn’t help myself... I began to urinate in strong uncontrollable spurts, wetting the floor and this creep`s trouser legs in the process, “YOU DIRTY FUCKING BITCH” he shouted, as he raised his hand about to show me his displeasure… He was just about to launch another ferocious attack as all the while a steady stream of warm urine ran down my legs, when suddenly an unseen hand came out of darkness, apparently from no-where and gripping his wrist mid arc, a disconnected and new voice, that to my amazement, in clear English, shouted “What part of your instructions didn’t you understand… You bloody idiot, I said I didn’t want her marked... at least, not yet!”
My attackers were as shocked as I was, neither of my assailants had heard this man arrive or step forward from the shadows, and I had been so traumatised that things outside my immediate attackers had faded from my focus. We all knew, in my case instinctively, that we were in the presence of someone in charge, a master, a natural leader the force behind my forthcoming trials, and instantly that bastard had my fullest attention!
I looked up at his face, looking desperately for some sign of recognition or acknowledgement, or even a little compassion but was met by a hard stare. His craggy pock-marked features were literally inches from my face now and if he was trying to intimidate me… and oh boy- it was working.
At the wave of his black gloved hand my assailants released me from their clutches so at least I could stand up without pain in my neck and scalp. Without ever taking his dark eyes off my face he issued a command, “clean this mess up now” and I was left for a moment while both his thugs disappeared rapidly to find some paper towels or a mop. It was a sign that they too were terrified of this all-powerful man
“So, missy here you are” he hissed in a low cruel sounding voice, with a vaguely Russian sounding accent. “Enjoying our hospitality, it was not a question and he didn’t wait for a reply, his voice alone carrying a note of sheer intimidating terror, he went on, “well you better get used to it you bitch because there are a lot of expectant guys looking forward to meeting you and eventually saying goodbye to you!” I leaned forward so my face was literally inches from his ugly features and thinking it would be better to be killed off now than suffering I lifted my head I brought up spittle from my throat and with a “phuuu” sound I spat full in his ugly face.
It went quiet for a moment then he brought the back of his gloved hand to his disfigured face and wiped the spittle away. He allowed his eyes to drop to his hand to inspect my excretion.
Then he instantly exploded into an action backed by sheer fury, it happened so quickly I didn’t see it coming… he clenched his fist into a hard leather clad ball and launched in a well- placed upwards blow deep into my already tender stomach. I screamed and doubled over with the pain, feeling very sick. My wrists still secured behind my back I was powerless to protect myself, but I knew now there would be no mercy from this point forward and that this menacing figure would be the most major part of whatever befell me now, but we knew where we stood. and he backed away from me and rapidly disappeared back into the dark shadows, back to whatever nightmare he had appeared from.
My original escort had returned, and had seen what had occurred, as Tweedled Dee dropped a big wad of towels on the floor in front of me and used his foot to mop the pool of urine under my feet. I thought with a touch of sympathy he said, “You asked for that”. To my surprise he produced a knife a big and wicked looking blade, though I need not have worried as he spun me around to allow him to cut through my bonds. God my wrists hurt, the ties hadn’t drawn blood thankfully and as I rubbed the life back into them I tried to think of a way to escape. “Where`s your little friend?” I said, and was met with a stare, “preparing your accommodation you bitch” he replied, clearly agitated that he was under instruction not to inflict any more sadistic damage but itching to get on with using my body.
I was led still in some discomfort, to the corner of the huge apartment to a small bed with a filthy sheet thrown on to it in a sort of alcove. With the help of his more-friendly colleague and thug, they both attached a chain and heavy metal anklet to my right ankle and pushed me down, it was now futile to resist. I was now sitting on the edge of the old bed. Within reach I saw a bottle of water and a plastic wrapped sandwich and as I surveyed my dark and filthy sleeping arrangements I caught sight of an old sleeping bag and a rather smelly old bucket. Satisfied my escape was impossible, the men left, saying I could scream if I wished, no-one would hear, and turning out the lights as they went. The room, fell silent, dim latent light from distant street lights the only illumination. I knew I was completely alone in this dark, echoing, lonely rat-infested hall of solitude, naturally I tried the anklet, but it was impossible to shift…so I pulled the filthy sleeping bag around my shoulders and then giving way to my feelings of despair, I just began to sob unconsolably.
Later, it seemed hours later, my tears ran out, and I dozed fitfully. At silly o`clock I awoke with a start, thunder crashed and rain slashing against the distant window panes, I groped in that dimly lit room for the water and the sandwich, thinking god alone knows if I should ever be fed again, for all I knew this could be my last night on this earth, though I consoled myself that logic said they would use me to exhaustion for whatever purposes they had in mind before disposing of me, no doubt in the worst way possible it made good economic sense. I followed the securing chain link by link to its secure fixing point drilled into the floor. Tugging it made no headway at all. It was solid. I was truly captive like a slave in a plantation, in fact at that moment that’s just what I felt like, a helpless slave. I decided to save my energy, as I still didn’t know what lay ahead. Imagination flitted lurid thoughts of that style, through my brain, till exhausted, I dozed off once more.
I was awakened to the clanking and whirring of that old lift outside in the corridor. I had no idea of the time but guessed it was reasonably late in the morning, it being February and judging by the steely grey clouds that were still sweeping past the dirty windows on the far side of the apartment a damp day. What little sleep I had-had was fortunately not cold, but it was fitful, constantly disturbed with the nagging pain of bruising to my stomach muscles and the painful rubbing of the heavy ankle restraint cold and restricting on my leg, coupled with hunger and fear.
The heavy door banged open at the far end of the apartment and the two thugs Tweedled Dee and his mate Tweedled Dum staggered in with several large black and aluminium cases. Several trips were made to and with the lift to retrieve more boxes and equipment which they stacked near the door without a single word to me.
I moved off the bed to finished off the last of my water and then I dragged the bucket over to relieve myself before my would be ‘audience’ finished their task.
I had managed to eat my sandwich during the night and was really hungry now but had no idea when the next meal was coming from, or of course if I would even get one at all.
The Tweedled Dee on his own began opening boxes, till the return of the smaller chap, who soon returned with their breakfasts and mine, coming over to me holding a polystyrene tray and a cardboard coffee cup in front of him like it was a delicate balancing act I thought rather nervously, telling me, to back away before placing my meal on the floor just within my reach.
The imprint on the plastic container told me my meagre breakfast and coffee where from a McDonald’s which at least gave me something to remember, especially as the coffee was still quite hot, so I reasoned I must be near somewhere, the area must be a built up and perhaps even suburban.
I wolfed down this breakfast and the sweet coffee which tasted oh so good after these long hours of just water, while he just stood there watching me like I was going to pounce on him at any moment, before blowing out air from his cheeks and moving away to chat in German with his opposite number. I wondered what did he know that I didn’t?
After a lot of swearing and grunting all the equipment was eventually piled up into the corner. I was ignored completely as the guys finished heaving boxes and I just peeped my head around the wall of my space to see what would happen next.
Soon, the chain was released from my ankle restraint and I was led by them both to a large workmen`s type bathroom, past a small kitchen area. I was amazed by the sheer size and space of this warehouse, it seemed to occupy the big floor of an old factory or mill. I still had no idea where I was being held and my eyes darted from side to side looking for any detail that might help me, even wondering about secreting a weapon or finding a means of making my escape. Although, in reality that may have been difficult as I was still completely naked though hope springs eternal when you are desperate!
I was allowed a long hot shower as the letching smaller minder I called Tweedled Dum stood watching my every move. Despite his penetrating stare, I did enjoy the soothing soapy water running down my body. “Wash your hair bitch we need you to look your best, now don’t we?” he scoffed as he fumbled around for a bottle of shampoo amongst the s**ttered toiletries. Not for the first time I think, I started to realise just a little of what was in store for me. As I had predicted they were going to use me first. Just when I thought I’d finished, my minder silently handed me a razor and shaving foam. I always keep my pubes and armpits shaved, but obviously these guys wanted me baby smooth for whatever were their evil purposes. His eyes never once left my body.
The job over, I handed the razor back to him at his insistence and in exchange, he threw me a large towel, again watching my every move as I dried myself off. Wrapping the towel around myself, which surprisingly he did not object too,
I was pushed back outside into the apartment and was amazed to see the boxes had now been emptied and extra video cameras, electronic equipment and monitors had been set up on a folding table by two new men I had never seen before. I felt genuinely frightened now, as I realised, that film set was for me, and it was what I was being groomed for.
I was pushed onto a stool in front of a mirror as my assailant handed me a hair dryer and a hairbrush. The ledge below the mirror was littered with lipsticks no doubt left by previous incumbents, eyeliner`s and foundation makeup. It was clear what I was expected to do so I started to brush through my damp hair. I had decided I would go out looking as good as I could possibly manage.
The huge cool room rapidly became a hive of activity. there were quite eight or ten guys now setting up equipment and computers. Cables were snaked around the floor and there was quite a lot of discussion regarding whatever they were looking at and setting up on the computer screens. Testing the first of the powerful lights added a glare to the scene, the generated heat a blessing in my undressed state.
I was the only woman present, but these men were ignoring my naked body as if it was just an expected commodity a side of beef in a butcher`s shop, which I suppose was a fairly accurate description.
In the corner of my eye, I caught the reflection in the mirror of the door quietly creaking open and closed. No-one seemed to notice the craggy-faced man, suddenly making his silent, creepy, return appearance, until one of the technicians suddenly caught sight of him and instantly stopped what he was doing obviously giving his full attention to this superior and very creepy and menacing being. That man, oozed power, be it financial or more sinister, I was not sure, but he fixed me with a menacing even hypnotic stare, as if sizing me up with hate from a distance.
My thoughts were jolted back to reality as I heard a cell phone ring in Mr Craggy`s pocket. Without taking his eyes off mine, he reached for his phone and just listened to the caller. I realised then that no one else had a phone on this set or if they had they were switched firmly off, as for some reason I hadn’t heard or seen a single phone ever since I had arrived.
It was Obvious to me that Mr Craggy-face was orchestrating this whole frightening session. Without replying to the caller, He finished the call and ordered, “Bring her” and slipped the phone away once more into his jacket pocket. I looked up questioningly, hopeful perhaps of another woman to commiserate with in this strange and terrifying place, but I was just ignored by all bar my handler ‘Tweedled Dum’ as we walked towards the door to meet the elderly elevator, which as if grudgingly was clanking and whirring its way up to our floor.
There was a moments expectant silence, then something really unexpected happened… The taller of the two assailants ‘Tweedled Dee’ appeared once more, pushing a huddled and reluctant form through the open door and into the harsh light of the hallway of this warehouse space.
An old coat was removed from the shambling figure, revealing a very frightened, and totally naked younger girl.
She must have been in her early-teens with gorgeous long blonde hair, which framed a pretty if terrified, freckled face. Her green eyes were not unlike mine and were darting all over the place, trying desperately to take in her new surroundings. She reminded me of a frightened rabbit caught terrified in the headlights of a truck on a fast road.
It was only now that I started to understand what was going on here today, it was either at best a porn film of some sort, or it was to sell us on as a commodity to be shipped away to the buyer to do with as they would, or even worse it was a high-tech market and we were going to be offered for sale to the highest bidder, either to do with whatever they wished on line for a set time, or to be snuffed hereto order after a while, it was a thing I had heard of on the so called dark web!
I spent at their order, the next twenty minutes trying to calm this young girl down, while reassuring her, though it wasn’t easy as she didn’t speak or understand any of the languages I use and added to that that she, as yet didn’t know if she could trust me believing me to be one of the a*****ors!
Being clearly very frightened, communication was not easy. She was very slim, and she had not yet really developed into a young woman’s rounded shape. some areas of the world grow at differing rates, so I have no accurate idea about her age, she was definitely upward of the 14/15mark, but as would be expect for such a young girl, not developed for her age, she had little in the way of breasts just small buds.
The lift clanked its warning of its approach once more, then a greasy looking individual appeared, a more loathsome human being it was hard to imagine, short, fat and with thin weasel like features his eyes ran over the scene, then alighted on us women in a way that sent shivers through us both, as he smiled sadistically.
Craggy-face greeted the slavering creature with a cheerful cry of “Herr Doctor” and some rapid chatter that was too fast for me, though I felt the girl stiffen beside me, as if she understood and it was not good news.
Our escorts Dee and Dum led us to the corner where I had spent the night, I was kept to one side but near the bed end. The naked girl was first and instructed to lie down on the bed then subjected to a careful and very degrading physical examination. Watching her give her tender young body to the “Doctor” who had obviously been brought in especially for this purpose and was probably handsomely paid for his services. He certainly sent a chill up my spine and even as I just watched. He took off his jacket, revealing a short sleeved grubby sweat stained near white shirt. Surprisingly he then proceeded to don a surgical mask and brought out a stethoscope from his bag.
Mr Craggy- face came over to supervise the proceedings as the doctor, who I decided to call ‘Mengele’ completed his checks and examination and measurement of the body of this teen girl.
She was then pulled to the edge of the bed with her legs over the edge feet resting on the floor. I could only imagine the fear that she must have been feeling as Mr Craggy-face, and Tweedled Dee forced open her legs wide. An inspection lamp was brought over, and the physician removed some equipment from his bag and Spreading a paper mat on the floor no doubt to protect the floor from his less than clean trousers, got down on his knees between her legs and proceeded to methodically lay out what instruments he required on the bed.
Mr Craggy-face now issued an order to the girl which I interpreted as not to move, as the physician donned surgical gloves and squeezed out some lubricating gel on to his fingers. He very gingerly spread open the terrified young girl`s immature labia lips with his fingers and I could see, over his shoulder in the bright light, exactly what he was looking for. He looked up at Mr Craggy-face and just nodded and got back to his feet, satisfied that this, poor-creatures hymen and therefore her virginity was still very much ‘virgo-intacta’. That fact either saved her life or at least raised her price. I knew that it would not be the same for me! The girl was dragged of the bed and taken over to the sofa.

Now it was my turn, I was invited by hand movements to take up my position on the bed. I adopted the same position as the girl on the edge of the bed and voluntarily spread open my legs knowing it would be pointless to resist I’m sure you could not imagine my feelings of hopelessness and vulnerability as I anxiously waited, laid out for this undesirable individual to invade my very womanhood with no regard to my feelings of distress.
. Mr Craggy-face placed his hands on my shoulders holding me steady from behind the bed. Again, the light was adjusted, the physician dropped to his knees with a slimy smile, both at me and I suspect about his having his hand in me. More gel was applied to his unwashed, still gloved fingers and he started to spread my mature and I belive quite large labia lips apart. I held my breath and felt sheer disgust as this grubby stranger`s index finger as it wormed its uninvited way into my vagina.
He told me to try to relax as he felt all around my vaginal walls and using the tip of his finger he brushed against my cervix. He withdrew his finger and picked up the plastic speculum liberally coating the tongues with more lubricating gel. Expertly he inserted the speculum deep inside my vagina, cranking it open and holding my body open as wide as he could, he then produced a small but powerful torch from his top pocket. Squeezing the device in his fist cranked that tool open further, so my vaginal muscles were stretched open even more as if I was to give birth to a bowling ball a lot more than enough for his examination. He picked up a plastic double ended probe he had previously unwrapped and I could feel the tip just being inserted into the tiny opening of my cervix. The doctor raised his head between my legs and looked up to me with a questioning look; in a broad guttural pigeon -English he asked in a surprised tone, “you haven’t ever given birth?” “No” I spat out in reply.
“I can tell, looking at your cervix and also your vagina, though it`s no stranger to cocks is it? Though it is very narrow”, He said in his heavily accented German. Mr Craggy -face just smiled, he realised my value had just gone up, he still pinned me down, whilst this overpaid medical pervert, attempted to stimulate my clitoris, wanting to see I suspect if I was a squirter. So disgusted was I that I fained a small orgasm, and he ceased his ministrations, shrugging his shoulders and concluding I was not! then something to his employer who released me. He gave my mouth, and my breasts a cursory exam, measured me, then dismissed me, beginning to fill in a large lettered card report in bold writing on a large white card.
The girl had now been returned to the dressing table, where I was directed, with a growl, loudly instructed by craggy-face, to “make her up and make her look really presentable for the cameras, your pain depends on both your looks!”
As I brushed her hair from behind, all I could now do was to reassure her, she looked at me in the mirror with despair in her eyes. She was clearly extremely frightened and embarrassed, at being naked, and with her being cold and unable to communicate, things for her were worse than even for me, at least I had some understanding of the world and what this sort of situation was all about.
However, getting her to put her trust totally in me was still impossible, but then I had no idea how long she had been in their hands as she obviously did not know who to trust! I wondered if the knickers had belonged to her, though her age was difficult to determine, she was small though probably not small enough, though I was desperately wishing that it would mean there was no more young girls involved, at least at this time, though remembering those bloodstained knickers, it didn’t point that way!
She was wild eyed and frightened beyond belief, bordering on hostile. Her nationality was certainly Eastern-European, though she was very pale skinned. I asked her name, but she was not trusting enough to give it, and I could see her looking for any escape route, but clearly there was no way this poor skinny young scrap was ever going to evade whatever was in store for her, or for that matter in reality for me, though I was better able to understand our situation, and was glad of both her company and the distraction.
To her of course I could have been a member of the staff pretending to be sympathetic, but without the power to communicate properly I could not convince her otherwise, so realising that until she saw me more used, abused, or whatever, she would never trust me, I just did what I could, as gently as I could, and waited.
She however, I belive, knew exactly what was to come and her body language said she didn’t relish it one bit whatever it was. Crying one minute then shouting at me the next in her panic. Mr Craggy-face came over to see what was going on, he was so angry, he just slapped the poor girl and told her something in what sounded like Russian and she just stopped immediately knowing better than argue. She just went quiet and sat back down on the stool in front of the make-up mirror cowed and terrified, like she had been given a death sentence which for all I knew was just what had happened.
Over the next few minutes everybody started gathering around the newly-tested computer monitors and the two technicians started adjusting the professional video cameras into the perfect position. The main-lights were suddenly turned on flooding the makeshift stage in glaringly bright white light. I can’t begin to tell you how frightened I was, and fast becoming worse as each minute passed by, I became more agitated, I belive that girls fear was infectious!
Just think about it, no one knew I was here, hubby had done what he could to support me in my overriding desire to punish myself, and believed I was with the master so I was now alone in this with no idea what was going on. Was I going to be tortured, even killed that I did know was a possibility, though I had no idea... perhaps she, the girl, was here as a decoy, to keep me occupied and calmer, to make it easier for them … my mind reeled off scenarios like some demented newsreel, what the hell was I doing here… It was surreal.
The dingy apartment was suddenly bathed in this bright unforgiving light as the technicians busied themselves adjusting and trying different lighting angles spotlights, flood, lights, and low lights.
I stood in the shadows, shaking now with fear of the unknown… Heaven knows what was going on in this young girl`s head. I put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her, but she just shrugged me off.
A raised platforms had been brought in and placed in front of the back drop, a dungeon littered with straps whips, canes and the like. The whole scene was being orchestrated and directed by Mr Craggy-face, who was issuing orders and making sure everything was set up just to his satisfaction. It really was a chilling scene, me not knowing what to expect to happen or what was to be expected of us obvious victims.
The two escorts came out from behind the lights and quickly pulled the young girl up onto her feet then roughly pulled her up a makeshift step on to the stage. She stood there naked and embarrassed beyond belief in the glare of the unforgiving spotlights. Mr Craggy jumped up onto the raised area and suddenly grabbed a clump of her long blonde hair, yanking it hard and pulling her head over to one side where he whispered what I assumed were some sort of instructions or perhaps threats in her ear. It seemed to have the desired effect and she stood there frightened but totally still and compliant. Mr Craggy waved his arms and the room suddenly became deathly quiet as everyone bar the two cameramen gathered around the bank of monitors set up on the tables. I saw the red lights start blinking on the cameras and realised that recording had started. The poor girl was then instructed to walk up and down the tiny stage and run her hands up and down her young immature girlish body like a professional stripper.
To a whispered command she reached around the back of her hair with both hands and drew her long fingers sideways through her soft hair allowing the light to catch her tumbling locks in a strangely erotic movement. One of the cameramen quietly reached forward and removed the smallest camera from its mount lifting it to his eye line using the small in-built screen as a guide. These guys certainly were professional, no artistic directors were needed as the single hand-held camera moved around this youngster smoothly.
That poor girl tried her best to show off her underdeveloped body to the cameras, as she had been instructed, though it was really a case of just capturing good clear video images, of her nakedness good enough and sexually clear enough to satisfy the most salacious of bidders.

The remaing guys and Craggy-face, were focusing on one particular monitor and I could see the light flickering reflected in their excited faces. An instruction was given to one of the technicians to post the poster size ‘certificate’ card as written on by ‘Mengele’. With a shudder, I quickly realised that what was being transmitted was the medical card and certificate of the young girl`s virginity, it was clearly written and in both, English and German, signed by that greasy sort of doctor.
Hoots of excited laughter and mutual congratulations were suddenly coming from behind the monitor it was now clear to me what was happening. These dangerous individuals were delivering a live video feed, probably into a criminal network somewhere on the ‘dark web’ it was quite likely that dozens if not hundreds of sexually driven, depraved men with money, were watching this young girl with a view to bidding to be able to buy her or perhaps just use her remotely, to satisfy their own perverted desires. After they were finished with her, most likely she would be either sold on to another deviant or group and so on until she finally becomes a used-up d**g addled husk only fit for a snuff film unless they short cut the job and hopped to the final scene.
Clearly, by the shouts of delight I was witnessing, (especially after the release of her virginity certificate,) she had not only reached their ‘reserve price’ but exceeded all their best expectations. Eyes peered in my direction and I realised they were appraising me, checking me out, comparing me to this poor undeveloped girl.
A shudder ran down my spine!
As the lights dimmed, and the cameras turned off, she was roughly manhandled off the makeshift stage and pushed on to that old leather sofa. Without being told I picked up an old throw from the floor then quietly walked over to her, reached forward and wrapped it around her still shaking shoulders. My small attention to her welfare, was rewarded by her looking up into my face, and offering the barest of fleeting smile`s, it was a tiny spark of communication, a link, but the moment passed rapidly as in a second a hand reaching forward and grabbing my hair, jerking me away, forcing me back towards the dressing table. I was taken back to the seat in front of the mirror and told to “stay fucking put!” It was non-negotiable, an order, clear concise and in old English!
I spun the seat round as if to see what was next, within moments, my throat found itself in the soft but firm, gloved grip of the tall assailant Tweedled Dee, who lifted up my jaw to look into my face, I had moved without an order! I could see the hatred in his hard eyes... What had I ever done to deserve this treatment?
He threw me my own black lacy bra and panties, black hold up stockings and my high heeled shoes, which I had stripped off the day before, growling “dress!” I was quickly dressed and sat awaiting my fate.
I didn’t have to wait long to see my destiny unfolding before my eyes.
The technicians took up their places again in front of the monitors and both the dispassionate cameramen, once again took up their positions. I knew roughly what was going to happen now, but it didn’t make it any easier. My breathing was laboured as I took a large gulp or two of air to fill my lungs full of oxygen, all ready to face my unknown audience.
I was pushed on to the raised stage area bathed in the harsh bright lights, and just stood there waiting, not knowing what they actually needed me to do, I was trembling and felt sick, not that anyone cared, at that moment no one even noticed. I was unbelievably vulnerable standing there, in carefully applied red lipstick, completing the look of a woman for sale, a whore, a lady of the night, a victim.

Mr Craggy-face appeared from the shadows His dark snake like eyes bored into me as he appraised every inch of my much more voluptuous and mature body. He reached forward and adjusted my panties and made sure my hold-up stockings were level. I felt like a piece of used merchandise in a store window. When he hissed at me under his breath, “higher bidders tend to be the more-gentle if you sell yourself well, it will probably be less painful for you, over your last few days with us!” It was the only kind words he ever shared with me. Muttering “sell yourself with a slow strip” so I understood my role completely, he jumped down, waved his hand at the crew and then twirled his finger in the air as an instruction for me to turn around in a full circle as a beginning. He gave the cameramen the nod to start videoing. Then he and the technicians clambered around the big monitors eager to see the first bids, and although I of course, couldn’t see the screens I knew it was happening by their animated but silently happy look`s and grins.
I understood the consequences of not complying, with the demands of these ruthless men and Craggy-face in particular. I could only just comprehend the online auction that was taking place on those screens, embedded deep in the spidery depths of the dark web that reached out to a very selective specialised audience.
I now knew how I was to play my part in this charade and slowly, trying desperately to imagine in my mind`s eye that I was at home parading for my husband, I, as seductively as I could, began to give my unseen viewers the best most alluring sexualised strip I could possibly give. I put my nervousness aside...I knew I had too! This was pure self-preservation of a high order, and I was conscious that what I did next, just might save my life or at worse ease my suffering at my end.
The next few minutes seemed to fly as I lost track of time, I was determined to play my part selling myself, as I slowly strutted up and down the stage like a totally cheap slut... dropping my bra strap and looking longingly and provocatively over my bare shoulder, peering directly into the all-seeing camera lens, then leaning forwards to let my long coppery-blonde hair fall over my shoulders showing my bulging womanly flesh, trying most desperately to escape their lacy constrains....my engorged nipples just visible, as a taster to the promises of what my large breasts could offer to the right connoisseur.
I let my hands seductively caress my black lace covered breasts and leaning back as I very slowly and deliberately unclipped the slightly too small half cup bra I had worn to attract my master, before holding it close to my chest with one hand, like an act of defiance. I leaned forward again and slowly removed the flimsy material away from my body before standing up straight and proudly thrusting my breasts and nipples towards the cameraman. Smiling and radiating the pleasure I was going to bring to my new owner. My nipples were unusually hard now, and I allowed my hands to wander across my ample curves and trace the outline of my mature if slightly sagging breasts, closing my eyes and almost enjoying the pleasure of my self-loving. For no-one but myself
I let myself go a little, “last days with us” he had said… what had I to lose… so I made a conscious decision to sell myself to the highest bidder for the best possible price just for my own vanity, and to ensure I might end up in the hands of a true admirer who might even look after me, even cherish me, it was more a last-ditch bid for self-preservation.
Eventually I let my long, once well-manicured finger tips explore that beautiful damp place between my legs. Someone put up my medical card, Judging, by the excited behaviour of the guys watching the screens, I guessed that the auction bids were instantly starting to rise to reach quite large amounts. WOW, what a compliment!
As I wriggled my hips like some sort of large voluptuous snake, using my thumbs I began to tug down on first, one side of my panties, then the other in that unspoken way that promises an excited man absolutely everything he could desire.
One of the cameramen I noticed, was now using his camera hand-held, slowly and stealthily moving up close, as I did a provocative and sensual half turn to allow him to concentrate his lens on my thumbs, each in turn reaching around my body and very slowly start pulling my panties downwards in the most sensual way I knew.
My mind went into a trance of sorts as I imagined I was in a smoke-filled men’s strip club with hundreds of lustful greedy eyes undressing me, imagining using my body to satisfy their deviant pleasure, it became a slow turn on for me. Very deliberately and sensually I pulled my panties just that last few inches to allow sight of my smooth shaved womanhood. I smiled sweetly as I allowed the lacy material to fall, slithering down my nylon clad legs to the floor, before I stepped out as gracefully as I could, and forward into the full glare of the spot-lights, hands on hips thrusting my breasts out and tilting my head backwards then opening my sex to that close up hand held camera, knowing I had played all of my cards…this was my last chance, I had given it my best shot. I turned bent forward allowing my arse and pussy to close the shot, and it was over
The cheers and high-fives from the technicians told me that some discerning if unknown buyer now owned me body and soul ready to fulfil whatever desires they may have. I suddenly felt strangely empowered, knowing I had a new owner, it was liberating, in a strange sensuous way it was a giant compliment he had outbid the rest! Whoever it may be… I was his, not that there was any choice involved!