Woken up by a noise, now I can’t get back to sleep. I felt uneasy and I didn’t know why until a hood was put over my head, and it felt like a zip tie was tightened around my neck. Then I was dragged, by two of them. I don’t know if they were men or women I just know I was scared. What would they want with me?
It felt as though I was thrown into the back of a van. The ride was bumpy and the metal floor of the vehicle was cold and poking my skin. I was shivering from fear and the chill. I heard the passenger say he was going to take care of me, and I felt him sit next to me. I could smell something and that is the last thing I remember.
I wake up and I am on a table like a gynecologists exam table, my ankles, legs, waist, hands arms and neck were all strapped down to this table. I couldn’t move. A blurry image started walking toward me, and I hear his voice. “You are now the sex slave of Mine. You will call me Sire, Sir, Master or Master Roman. Nod if you understand.” I nod and tear began to roll down my cheek. “That will not be the only tear you shed slut, you will be used and used up until I am done with you. That could be weeks, months maybe years. It all depends on your service.”
“Today will be simple. I am going to open your pussy lips so you understand what stretching will be.” He clamps a plastic tipped metal clamp hanger to my pussy lips and pulls them apart. The clamps are so painful I scream. He stands up and gives me a concerned look and puts a gag in my mouth that makes my jaw open as far as it can. “Now try to scream.” He said laughing.
Next post…the first days of my sexual torture.