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Marissa Lewis jolted awake as a strong hand slapped her face, a bolt of pain lancing through her. "Wake up, mama", she heard a deep voice, with a strong Hispanic accent say. Her eyes immediately focused on a man that was standing over her. Her mind filled with fear and embarrassment as she looked down to find that she was completely naked. "But, how", she thought frantically, knowing that she always slept in one of her husband's shirts, especially when he was away on a business trip, as he had been for the past week.
She tried to move, to get away from the leering gaze of the man above her, to cover her body, but she found that she couldn't move. Looking up, she realized that her hands were bound to a metal pole by metal cuffs. Fear gripped her even more as her eyes darted around and she realized that she was no longer in her own bedroom. Instead, she was on a cold concrete floor, in a location that was unknown to her.
"Where am I", she tried to say, but the words were muffled by the thick gag that was in her mouth. "Calm down", the man said, seeing that she was beginning to struggle against her restraints. "After all, you wouldn't want anything to happen to them", he said and pointed across the room.
As Marissa's eyes focused on the spot he was indicating, her heart dropped. Chains protruded from the wall, connected to manacles that held both of her daughters. Next to each of her daughters stood a man, both of them holding pistols that were pointed at the girls' heads. Both girls were also naked and the men guarding them were staring at the girls within evil hunger in their eyes.
"Now, are you going to be calm", the man standing in front of Marissa asked and Marissa, forcing her fear down, slowly nodded. "Good", he replied and he pulled her into a kneeling position, then removed the gag from her mouth. "HELP", Marissa screamed, the second her mouth was untagged, which brought a frown to the man's face. He pointed at the man behind him to his right and the man slapped her younger daughter, Sophia, as hard as he could.
Even through Sophia's gag, Marissa could hear her scream of pain as the man's hand hit her cheek. "Scream again and I'll have my man cut your other daughter's face. You wouldn't want her to suffer like that would you", he asked, a cruel grin on his face. Marissa shook her head as tears filled her eyes. "Good girl", the man said, pulling a chair over and setting it before Marissa, then seating himself.
"Whenever I speak to you, you will respond and call me Master. If one of my men speaks to you, you will respond and call them sir. The same goes for your daughters. Do you understand, mama", he asked and Marissa looked into this dark eyes. His gaze was filled with an emotion that Marissa couldn't quite identify, but she feared it all the same. "Yes, master", she responded and the man nodded.
"Good. Now, as you can tell, you and your daughters are my captives. From this moment on, you all belong to me and I will do with you as I wish. However, the choices you make will determine how much you suffer. If you are all obedient, your experience will be much less painful. And, if you please me enough, you might just make it out of here alive. If you don't, I can't promise anything."
Marissa's eyes dropped as fear flooded her heart and mind, filling her with panic and dread. "This nightmare has to end. This can't possibly be our lives", she thought as she looked at her daughters. Sophia, although he had just barely started high school, was trying to put on a brave face. Laura, the older of the two, was in tears, not even trying to hide her fear.
"The next few days will be focused on breaking both you and your young, beautiful daughters", the man continued, a sadistic grin on his face as he looked at each of the females in turn. "After that, you will begin to fulfill the purpose of your captivity." "And what purpose would that be", Marissa asked, countless ideas running through her mind, none of them good. "You'll find out", the man said and stood, turning toward her daughters.
"We'll start with that one", he said, pointing at Sophia. "No, please", Marissa begged, to which caused the man to turn and kick her in the ribs. "You forgot to call me master", he said, laughing as he watched her wincing in pain. "Please, master, leave my daughters alone. Do whatever you want to me, but don't hurt them." "You're not in a position to negotiate", the man said, even as the man next to Sophia undid her bonds and began dragging her out of the room. The young girl was fighting and screaming, but the man paid no notice to her. "Don't worry though", said the man standing in front of Marissa. "I'm sure you'll be able to hear everything your daughter experiences today. And that will break you, far more than anything I could ever do to you."
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Sophia.
The second the door slammed shut behind her, Sophia screamed even louder than she had been, moments before. Once again, the man dragging her slapped her, his large hand painfully impacting her cheek. Pain lanced through her head, causing tears to flow from her eyes, but she stopped screaming. It was obvious that it wasn't doing any good, so she decided to save her energy, hoping she, Laura, or their mother would figure out some way of escape before long.
As she looked around her, she saw a simple metal chair in the middle of an otherwise empty room. The man holding her, his dark skin a deep contrast to her pale complexion, dragged her to the chair and forced her into a sitting position on it. He then secured her wrists and ankles with steel cuffs. "Please", she said, quickly remembering to add "sir" to her words. "Please sir, what are you going to do to me?"
The man just laughed cruelly as he glared down at her. "I'm not going to do anything to you, not yet. But don't worry, you won't be alone for long." Then the man turned and left, leaving Sophia completely alone in the room.
She took a deep breath and studied her surroundings, trying to obtain any information she could about where she and her family was and how they might escape. The room was simple, having only the one door, directly in front of her and a single window, high up in the wall to her left. As she looked down, she saw wires attached to the legs of the chair that she was strapped to. Following the wires, she saw that they were connected to a machine and her mind feeled with fear as she realized that she was in an improvised electric chair.
"What are they going to do to me", she wondered, her mind quickly filling with panic driven images. "This shouldn't be happening. These are supposed to be the best years of my life. I'm not supposed to be in a place like this", she thought. And it was true. She had just started high school a few months ago and she had already made several friends. Her studies were going well and she had even managed to get a tryout for the cheerleading team.
And now she was here, naked and strapped to a chair, awaiting any number of torturous scenarios. She didn't have to wait long though, as the door opened only minutes after it had closed. This time, a trio of men entered the room, each of them large and imposing. They were followed by two men who carried in a folding table and a rolled up bundle, although Sophia couldn't see what the bundle was.
The trio glared at her while the other two set up the table, laid the bundle out on its surface and began unpacking it. Sophia only caught occasional glints of metal, but that was enough for her mind to concoct horrible images. "Let me go", she screamed, as loud as she could. This only caused one of the men setting things up to go over to the machine in the corner, that was attached to the wires leading to her chair, and turn it on. The machine whirred to life and Sophia's heart dropped.
The two set-up guys left the room and the trio who had stayed walked over to the table. Before long, one of the men turned back toward Sophia, a chain in his hands that had sharp looking, metal clamps on either end. He walked over to the girl and, pushing her long, curly, black hair out of the way, he smiled down at her with an evil grin. Sophia wasn't stupid, she had seen porn, so she knew what nipple clamps were. But they looked extremely painful, so she didn't want to experience them. However, restrained as she was, Sophia had no choice in the matter.
The man held the chain in one hand and, with his other hand, grabbed one of her B cup tits and squeezed it roughly. To her horror, Sophia felt her body responding to the man's touch. The few times she had experienced anything sexual, Sophia had discovered that she enjoyed when a man handled her roughly. Now, she couldn't stop herself from uttering a low moan as the man squeezed and twisted her still growing breast.
"Listen to this slut", the man said, laughing along with his fellow torturers. "She's enjoying this. I'm sure she'll love this, then." Sarah's eyes grew wide with fear as she watched her nipple, hardened from the stimulation, slowly being enclosed by the sharp metal teeth of the clamp. As the metal bit into her sensitive flesh, she loosed a scream that was louder than she would have thought possible.
The men all laughed and, as soon as she could think straight, she glared at them with as much hatred as she could muster. "Well, well", said one of the men still standing near the table, "the bitch has some spirit to her." "We'll take care of that", laughed the man standing next to Sophia. He roughly grabbed her other tit and, as the nipple hardened, he attached the clamp to it.
She screamed again, even louder if that were possible, especially when the man grabbed the chain connecting the clamps and gave it a sharp yank. White hot pain lanced throughout Sophia's being for several seconds before she could even see straight. Looking down, she saw a thin trickle of blood leaking out from the clamp on her left breast.
"Please, sir", she said, her voice pleading, almost whining, "Take them off. I'll do anything you want if you just take them off." The man nearest her laughed at her tears and then quickly smacked her, sending a fresh lance of pain through her skull. "What we want is for you to suffer, bitch."
The man closest to Sophia then walked over to the machine in the corner and pressed a button. Sophia let loose a soul rending howl of pain as electricity coursed through her body. It only lasted a moment, but, for Sophia, that moment felt like an eternity; an eternity of pure agony and mind-obliterating torture.
As the man walked over to the table once more, his two companions moved to each side of Sophia. Each of the men held a flexible, metal rod in his hand; the rods were about two feet long and as thin as the end of a fishing pole. One of the men swung his arm and pain erupted inside the girl as the metal made contact with her leg. A thin red line appeared on the pale skin of her thigh. The pain faded, but didn't disappear, after a few moments, at which point the other man swung his rod. This time the metal impacted her stomach, leaving a bright red line across it's flat surface as she howled in agony.
This went on for several minutes, each man taking a turn, until the entire front of Sophia's body, except her face, was covered in bright red welts. When they finally stopped, Sophia could barely think straight. After all, she'd rarely gotten hurt in her life, and never to This extent. The men seemed to be aware of this and allowed her several minutes of blissful rest, almost to the point where she began to wonder if they were done hurting her.
Alas, it wasn't to be, which she discovered as she saw the first man walking over to her once more. In his hand, he held a box cutter, much like you can purchase at any hardware store. The razor-edge glinted in the light of the room as he stepped closer to her, a cruel smile on his lips. "Please", she begged, once again trying to break free of her restraints. But, as before, her words had no effect on the men who now had her at their mercy.
The man grabbed her arm and held it still, then placed the edge of the cutter against her skin and applied pressure. She screamed as the metal cut into the tender skin of her arm, which only seemed to please the man. He obviously enjoyed this and, for that, she hated him. He was also an expert at what he was doing and, to her surprise, no blood was drawn. He cut her for a few inches, then released her, never going deep enough for blood, just deep enough to expose the nerves.
He repeated this on her other arm, then at various places on the front of her body. Each time, it was like a paper cut, only a thousand times worse, for it left her nerves completely exposed. Every movement of air against her skin, every time something made contact with her body, fresh explosions of pain tore through her entire being.
Sophia must have passed out from pain, because the next thing she knew, a bucket of icy water splashed against her face. The brisk water quickly brought her back to consciousness, then sent renewed agony through her as the liquid splashed against the many cuts on her torso. "Why are you doing this to me", she screamed and the men laughed. "Because we want to", said the man who had just set down the box cutter.
She couldn't believe the words as she heard them; no one was this evil, to enjoy hurting and abusing another person this much. But, she feared that she had just begun to experience the evil of these men. And she was right, which she discovered when one of the men pressed the button on the machine in the corner, sending electricity coursing through her body once more.
As her screams faded, Sophia saw that all three of the men were walking over to her. She wished with everything inside her that she could somehow disappear, but it was just a dream. She was stuck in a nightmare and there was no escape. Two of the men released the restraints at her wrists and ankles, surprising Sophia.
However, they had no intention of releasing her; instead, they positioned her on her hands and knees on the concrete floor, restraining her wrists and ankles with manacles attached to chains that were bolted to the concrete. Now she couldn't see the table that was filled with the tools of torture and that somehow made things worse. She felt, more than saw, all three men step toward the table for a few moments before returning to her. Looking up, she saw that the man standing directly in front of her had a wooden rod in his hand; it was as least four feet long and maybe an inch thick.
He suddenly swung it down and she screamed as the wood impacted against her back, not hitting her spine, but only inches away from it. Suddenly she felt the same thing happen twice in rapid succession, each one eliciting a howl of agony, and she knew that the men at her sides also held wooden rods.
They beat her in this manner for several minutes, leaving vertical stripes down her back and several across her ass. If she had been able to, Sophia would have curled into a ball, to protect herself as much as possible; however, she was held in place by her chains and forced to endure the excruciating pain of her torture.
After the men had walked away, back to the table, she assumed, Sophia finally managed to calm herself enough to think clearly. She saw a large puddle on the floor, evidence of the many tears she was still shedding; she also realized that she had bitten her lip, the taste of blood on her tongue. As she listened to the men searching through the tools of their trade, discussing which ones to use on her next, Sophia felt her soul drop into a dark void.
"I'm never getting out of here", she thought, a fresh wave of tears flowing from her eyes, even as pain coursed through her body. "I'm never going to see my friends again or go to school or even grow up and have a life." And then, in the darkest part of her being, Sophia wished anyone else were suffering in her place, even her mother or sister.
To be continued... -->
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