Chapter Two: The girl formerly known as Layla.
Before we arrived at Casper Hall my Mistress told me it would be the hardest thing I could ever have to do, but that didn't stop me from being totally surprised. After spending the evening having every single man in the mansions cock inside my mouth I was exhausted. My jaw was as sore as my ass was from the beating I got from Master Jace. After everyone left, my own Master, Luke, not even saying goodbye, I was finally freed from my bindings and carried to my cell. There was a toilet and sink on one side and a bed on the other. It was much softer and nicer than Master Luke's quarters for me. He preferred I was his pet. I usually ate out of a bowl with my face. At least one of the men brought me a fork with my dinner here. I had to suck one more cock to get some more water though, which went by fast and was honestly worth it.
Now here I was, listening to the sounds of those privileged enough to not have a chastity belt on them masturbate themselves to sleep.
I hated to admit how horny I was after being used all night like a rag doll, but if I didn't enjoy it, I wouldn't have signed my life away last year to be Master Luke's pet. Though if I was honest with myself his kindness has disappeared as of late.
I rubbed the outside of the metal belt and wished I was having as much fun as the girl next to my cell was. She was making the most animalistic noises. I almost wondered if she was really alone in there. I listened carefully but couldn't hear much beside the sound of squelching. I closed my eyes and tried to let it sing me to sleep.
In the morning I was pulled from my bed, forced into a communal shower and was scrubbed down like all of the others, but as they started assigning placements I found myself left aside.
"Sir?" I asked with my head down. Eyes on the ground.
"Speak." Master Jace barks.
"I don't have a station, sir."
"Kneel."
I immediately drop to my knees.
"Good girl." He caresses my face. I brace for a slap that doesn't come. I open my eyes to see no one there.
I didn't dare move. I stayed knelt there for what felt like hours. My legs were sore. My everything else was still aching from the night before.
Me and my big mouth.
I must have disassociated because before I knew it I was being lifted up as tossed over someone's shoulder. My bare ass up in the air. I could see feet coming up as we walked and felt swats on my bottom as people passed us by. Soon we were in a large room full of all different kinds of bondage set ups. There was a wooden horse. A chair with straps and a hole in the bottom. A half table with handcuffs linked to one side of it. We stopped at small ply board table. My feet were spread and chained to the legs, I was bent over the uncomfortable board and my arms were chained to my legs. With my ass and pussy fully exposed I could feel the breeze of the man coming and going as he set things up behind me.
"Morning whore." He speaks, slapping my ass for emphasis. "You will call me sir, or Master Dylan. That is it. While you are in my care your safe word is Scrambled. Like an egg. Or your brain when I'm done with you."
I shuttered at the thought of being scrambled like an egg and almost let out a laugh. Thankfully I didn't, Master Dylan liked to be extremely rough and I had a feeling he didn't have a sense of humor. For the next hour he wore my ass out literally with himself as well as several kinds of plugs and beads. By the end of the session he could fit his entire hand inside my asshole, and he did, spreading his fingers out as wide as he could. I was sobbing, but refused to use my safe word. I was going to prove to all of them that I wasn't the weakest one here. That I could be a truly good girl.
He pulled his hand out finally and went back to spanking my already red cheeks. He liked to alternate and watch them jiggle and stop before swatting them again.
I heard water running and silently thanked him for washing his hands before releasing me from the weird four inch table.
"You did good." He says to me with another last slap on the ass before he leaves me standing there tear stained and honestly pretty horny.
I stood there with my legs spread and my hands behind my back, facing the ground.
It wasn't long before I saw big black boots marching my way. Without a word this man grabbed my nipple and pulled me back into the torture room. This was going to be a long day. I knew training camp sounded like work, but I didn't realize it would be an all day event of being used and abused. The brochure made this place seem inviting and elegant. Not this.
Before I knew it I was strapped to pole that I didn't even see the first time. My hands were tied above my head and placed on a hook that lifted me off of the ground completely. My legs dangled under me as he takes a rope and ties it around my waist and then the wraps it around the pole, forcing my bottom half backwards, my top half was swinging helplessly, my fairly large tits knocking into each other. He was gone from view for a moment before he returned with a set of claps of little tiny weights.
He slaps my boobs around for quite some time before he starts flicking hard at my already aching nips. Once they were hard enough he clips the clamps on. I hear the door open, and the sound of whimpering.
A weight is added to each clamp.
I hiss painfully.
"You think you can talk to me like that?" A woman shouts. "I'll have your ass for that!" The door slams shut. "Literally!" Then I hear what sounds like dragging. A few yelps, moans, groans, and metal clanking together sounds later I heard buzzing.
"Oh fuck!" The tortured girl shouts.
