As soon as I open my eyes I can tell I've been moved. The wall before me is glass bricks, giving much more light than the windowless cinder block room from before. I know I am still in the same building because the smell is the same and the floor is the same. The doorway to my left is where the man appeared. The room next to this is the cinder block room with just the bed. I have no idea how much time has passed or how long I've been in this position, but my muscles are sore. This time, I'm completely naked.
My wrists are shackled to two large metal rings in the cement floor but my legs are unrestricted. Raising myself somewhat, I come to be on all fours. I cannot raise my upper body more because of my shackles but I struggle against them in vain. I have almost six inches of chain which make it possible for me to switch my position slightly but I cannot reach the other hand with one.
I scream for help but hear only my own voice echoing in the large empty expanse of space. Terrified that I'll never escape, tears begin to run down my cheeks as I sob uncontrollably. Unable to reach my face I cannot brush the tears away and they fall onto the cold, damp cement. In an effort to comfort myself, I bring my legs in close, into the fetal position as best I can. Feeling the cold, my body begins to shiver and shake while I cry.
Not hearing him enter I continue weeping. Suddenly and from behind, he reaches down, grabs my legs under my knees and lifts my lower body into the wheelbarrow position. Shocked and terrified, I thrash and kick my legs as powerfully and violently as I can.
He came prepared and swiftly drops my legs. I fall hard onto the floor, unable to soften my landing. Screaming out partially in shock and partially in pain, I scramble to protect myself from more abuse. There is no position that I can get into, to protect myself from this man.
"There's no use in fighting against me, cum slut," he taunts. Knowing that I am no match for him physically, I realize he's right. Still, I can't just give up. Saying nothing, I continue to try to keep him away from my naked body.
Standing before me, he orders me up all fours. Reluctantly, I comply, knowing that fighting him back would likely cause me more pain. Despite my compliance, my captor slaps my face hard then reaches below me to place hard, tight clamps on my nipples as they hang beneath me. Once the clamps are placed, he slaps my tits together, making me scream with pain. Taking the clamps off, minutes later, a rush of pleasure takes my body as the pain subsides.
"Did you like that, whore?" he asks, squatting down in front of my face and wrenching my head back so ensure I'm looking into his face. Still crying, I moan something inaudible in response. Pulling my head back harder, he slaps my face violently.
"Next time you speak you had better call me Master. You should really know by now, that's who I am." His voice is just above a whisper and at this level is almost more terrifying than if he had yelled it. Standing again he uses his grip in my hair to smash my face hard into the front of his pants.
"Suck it, bitch," he whispers, "Take it into your whore mouth for me. What do you say, bitch?" Looking up into his face I do my best to respond the way he wants.
"Yes, Master" I mumble into his crotch as he pushes himself harder against my face and grips my neck with his left hand again.
