Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
This series is dedicated to Psylent21. All the ideas and themes, as well as celebrity choice were from him. Special thanks to him for editing and giving me the chance to write such a series.
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Rays of light brightened the cold, grey concrete walls in a pattern that cut out the steeled bars from a cell. Christina Hendricks sat on her bed, wearing a white robe that covered her curvaceous body. The silky white robe was tied around her waist, offering a subtle view of her busty tits in a V neck pattern. Above her cleavage was the stainless steel collar Brent had locked around her neck only a few days ago. The piece of metal did not hinder the movement of her neck by any means. After a week of affairs and one night stands, all of it had caught up to Christina leading up to her initiation. The grand event had left her fatigued with her body aching in places she did not think was possible. Muscle cramps had made the simple task of walking difficult while her cunt and ass were sore. It was Brent's suggestion to give her two days of rest, leaving Christina to get lost in her own thoughts.
She had learned some truths about this strange hotel, but not enough to feel satisfied. More than anything, she was still shocked to know that every man she encountered leading up to the initiation, had been planned. Everything had been planned, calculated and put to the test as she walked directly into the spider's web. Brent must have been a true mastermind, at least now she had to admit it. Christina still could not wrap her head around the fact Toby was there. Of all the men, finding him again in this dungeon had surprised her more than anything. She spent the first day in her cell remembering the strange things that were out of place in the rooms she indulged her sexual acts in. Never could she have guessed that she was being filmed and recorded, all for someone else's pleasure. Christina had to wonder how many other guests or residents at the hotel had also been filmed unknowingly.
Was it all planned from the beginning or after her meeting with Toby? So many questions left her guessing for more answers. Brent had done more than one thing to prove to Christina he was cunning. She did not want to stroke his ego by telling him, but then again she would be doing that every time she called him by master or sir. Through curiosity, she had found herself in this place knowing she would be locked in for the training that came. Deep down, she knew this was what she wanted. With no care of the outside world right now, Christina was determined to learn more about what seemed to be a secret society running the Miracle Light Inn. Like Brent told her, everyone starts at the bottom and has to climb the ladder. Christina was a slave in training, confident that as time went on she could rise to the role of mistress.
The initiation remained fresh on her mind through the hours. A gang bang was something Christina had never experienced before. The aches and pains in her ass and pussy told the story, as she felt completely overwhelmed by the five men on that day. Too many orgasms for her to count had done a number on her body. She thought about how worn the padded surface was, considering how many other women and possibly men were also chained to that table. The strange symbol or emblem that covered that padded surface had only made her more curious. She remembered the first man who escorted her beyond the lock doors and blindfolded her. He had a similar symbol that decorated the back of his red robes. Perhaps it was a logo of sorts to what she believed to be a secret society. This was just another question she would have Brent when the time came. For now, Christina sat on her bed and gazed back at her reflection in a mirror across the small cell.
Her bright, red hair was fixed up in a ponytail. Light shined across the cold steel of her collar as she studied her appearance. The room was a standard prison cell, complete with a toilet and sink combo in the corner, a decent bed and a mirror. A wooden stool was across the room for her to sit on and a bag of beauty necessities. The hairbrush was left on her bed, near the pillow. Life in the dungeon seemed to follow a fixed daily schedule. Lights went dark around midnight and turned back on the next morning at six o'clock. A vintage clock was hanging across the hall where Christina could see from beyond the bars of her cell. An alarm went off, waking everyone in a cell. Just like standard protocol of a prison, a roll call started the day before the barred doors were open. Brent greeted Christina at her door before unlocking it. She began the day with him escorting her to the showers.
It seemed she was the only inmate residing in a cell on this wing of the dungeon. Christina imagined that there had to be another corridor leading to other cells that housed other women. So far, she had been kept isolated from any other inmates. She expected to see other women when judging the immense size of the showers. Ten faucets covered the walls in a room large enough to contain at least a dozen people. The floor was made up with white walls that matched the walls keeping true with the vintage touch of the hotel. Christina had an hour to shower, shave and do as she pleased for a beauty regimen to start the day. After that, she was escorted to what Brent called the canteen. It was a small kitchen where she had the choice to be served whatever food she wanted. The food was no different than what was served in the hotel above ground. Christina joked that at least it was not a diet of prison food.
Since the day of her initiation, Christina had not seen Brent wear a suit. Every time she had seen him outside her cell, the master wore his fancy blue robes with gold lining. She at least was alerted to when he would approach her cell from hearing the stomping sound of his boots across the concrete floor. The thunderous booms caught her attention in the past few seconds as she heard a door open. As she sat on the bed, Christina crossed her legs and loosened the heel on her left foot. The stomping sound became louder with each passing second. Christina was unfazed by Brent's entrance. She licked her lips, still studying her reflection across the mirror. His walk ended when he reached her cell and she could see his towering figure emerge from the right corner of the mirror. Since she did not rise from the bed after a few seconds, Brent cleared his throat to get her attention.
"I know you can see me."
With a sigh, Christina stood from the bed. She turned to look at Brent through the steel bars of the locked door. Her hands gripped the bars, leaning in as a smug grin moved across his lips. True to form, he looked so proud standing there in his blue robe.
"What do you want, master?"
Brent chuckled at the tone of her voice. Christina knew how to make herself sound annoyed without much effort.
"I came to check up on you."
"Really? How sweet. Maybe you would like to offer me some wine too."
His eyes locked on her after the snarky reply.
"I thought you were supposed to be all sore and achy? Yesterday you couldn't walk straight, but I don't think you've got a sore throat. It hasn't prevented you from running that mouth of yours"
Smirking at him, she stopped laughing and began to twitch her fingers around the steel bars. Brent broke eye contact when he noticed the movement of her left hand. Christina knew how to tease him as she began to slide her hands up and down, stroking the cold metal bars as if she were gripping something else.
"My mouth is fine, thank you very much."
He slid a key into the lock, prompting Christina to move her hands so the barred door could properly slide open. Licking her lips, she thought of another way to tease him.
"When are we going to begin the training? I figured that would be the real reason you came to visit me."
