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It's hard for her to understand what's happening to her. They explained it to her, but she couldn't process the words. Didn't believe them.
But gradually she comes to understand. Someone, someone who knows her, did this to her. Someone paid for them to take her. To...do all these things to her.
She has spent a lot of time since thinking about who it might be. A coworker? Her boss? Someone who passed her in the street? An ex-boyfriend?
She's kept well fed and chained to the bed in her cell in between sessions. She can't deny how her heart quickens and her pussy moistens when she hears the door open and their footsteps marching down the corridor, wondering if they'll pass her cell or not. And when they stop right outside her cell and unlock the door, she feels an unwilling, horrible excitement.
Today, they told her, the person who paid to keep her here wants to see them fist her pussy. This person, her patron, requested that they make her orgasm from being fucked by a fist. She's going to be in bondage and gagged for it.
The camera is already set up on its tripod and recording when they bring her to the room, and lock her wrists and neck in the wooden pillory. Someone slaps her naked breast casually, asks if she's ready.
Oh, they add, one more thing. Your patron said that this would all stop if you begged your patron for mercy by name.
But who is it? She tries to ask through her gag, her eyes wild. I don't know who it is! I don't know who would do this to me!
It'll come to you, they said, pulling on a leather glove. Making their hand into a fist, flexing their fingers. Pouring lube into the gloved palm...
It's hard for her to understand what's happening to her. They explained it to her, but she couldn't process the words. Didn't believe them.
But gradually she comes to understand. Someone, someone who knows her, did this to her. Someone paid for them to take her. To...do all these things to her.
She has spent a lot of time since thinking about who it might be. A coworker? Her boss? Someone who passed her in the street? An ex-boyfriend?
She's kept well fed and chained to the bed in her cell in between sessions. She can't deny how her heart quickens and her pussy moistens when she hears the door open and their footsteps marching down the corridor, wondering if they'll pass her cell or not. And when they stop right outside her cell and unlock the door, she feels an unwilling, horrible excitement.
Today, they told her, the person who paid to keep her here wants to see them fist her pussy. This person, her patron, requested that they make her orgasm from being fucked by a fist. She's going to be in bondage and gagged for it.
The camera is already set up on its tripod and recording when they bring her to the room, and lock her wrists and neck in the wooden pillory. Someone slaps her naked breast casually, asks if she's ready.
Oh, they add, one more thing. Your patron said that this would all stop if you begged your patron for mercy by name.
But who is it? She tries to ask through her gag, her eyes wild. I don't know who it is! I don't know who would do this to me!
It'll come to you, they said, pulling on a leather glove. Making their hand into a fist, flexing their fingers. Pouring lube into the gloved palm...
Part 2 here