When I awoke I was in the cinder block room again, curled up in the middle of the bare mattress. Naked, I was unrestrained and alone. I looked around for any clothes or items I could use to fashion makeshift clothes. Finding nothing, I then made my way clumsily to the doorway.
My body ached everywhere and my legs were sore from being dropped in the other room. My knees, arms, ribs and back were bruised from the abuse I'd received from the men last time. My legs wobbled as I crept quietly to the edge of the doorway. Sneaking a peek, I poked my head around the corner, into the room with the glass wall and the other way, down a long corridor with several doors.
I knew the exit had to be down the corridor but I was scared to move. If I was caught outside of the cinder block room I know I'd be in for some special kind of torture. But then again, I knew staying in the room I'd continue to be raped and abused. Stepping into the dimly lit hallway, I made my way to the first door on the left. The door was solid oak, with no window. I put my ear up to the door to see if I could hear any movement or activity within. Hearing nothing, I grabbed the brass handle and twisted, making sure not to rattle the knob. Pushing the door open, I stepped in slowly. The room was dimly lit with four red lightbulbs. The red glass provides a dark, ominous glow to the room. Adjusting to the difference in lighting my eyes finally take it all in.
The far wall is padded, but covered with black leather. On the wall to my right, there are several tools, whips, chains, yards of rope, ball gags, dildos and other things I don't recognize. On the left there is a basic metal chair. The concrete floor is covered with rubber matting throughout the space. Terrified to see what else I'd find in this red room of horrors, I turned to leave. As I turned to leave, my exit was blocked by a very large, muscular man.
Shocked, I tried to force my way past him, back into the hallway so I could run. His face was much more handsome than the man before, but his body was just as large and muscular. He was wearing a black button up shirt and black pants, black shoes and belt. He was white but tanned with blond hair and light eyes. His lips are full and his face is angular. His size and strength are much too great and he caught me about my waist and slammed me back into the room. Turning the lock, I was trapped in this small red room with this strange and powerful man. As he slammed me against the wall, he knocked the wind from my body and I lay limp on the rubber mat. As I righted myself to a sitting position I pulled my knees in and wrapped my arms tight around my legs in a protective stance.
"Stay away from me," I told him, so angry now that I'd been taken and abused like this to even worry about being respectful.
"He told me you had a mouth on you. He didn't tell me it was so pretty." The man replied. "You can call me Sir. And if you call me anything other than that I will make sure you know how disappointed I am."
His threat resonated with me when I realized that the front of his pants was bulging with his growing erection. He picked up a small crop and approached me on the floor. "Stick your tongue out, girl," he said darkly.
I didn't know what to do. I knew I didn't want him to hit me, whip me or tie me up. Soon he stood menacingly tall at my feet as I looked up with big, terrified eyes. He repeated his command in a voice I knew was his last warning. Opening my mouth slightly this time, he pounced. Squatting down in front of me he shoved two of his fingers from his left hand into my mouth.
"Suck, bitch," he ordered as he pushed his fingers to the back of my throat and used his right hand to smack my face with the crop. Blinking rapidly to stem the tears, I gagged on his long fingers and tried to move my face away from the crop.
Suddenly the man wrapped his arms around my small frame and lifted me completely off the ground, still in the fetal position. Pushing my body up against the padded leather wall he set my crotch onto his thigh and adjusted his position. Still fully clothed, he reached down to unzip his pants and pull out his rock hard dick. Stroking it, he pulled it out of the opening.
Reaching down he grabbed each of my legs directly under the knee and pushed them up, holding my back to the wall and lifting my legs as if I were on my back and he were on top of me. Pushing my legs up this way gave him unrestricted access to my pussy. Despite being scared, by body's reaction was unmistakable. I was dripping wet. Realizing my reaction, I felt humiliated and ashamed.
With his dick between my thighs, pushing into my clit and his arms and body holding me suspended against the wall he began to whisper in my ear. "I'm going to make your slutty body scream for me, baby. You're not going to be able to move when I'm done with you, you fucking whore. How do you like it? You like it rough, bitch? You want me to slam my cock into your ass, don't you? I heard you moaning last night when the other guys took their turns fucking your cunt and ass." Whimpering against his verbal assault, I denied enjoying the assault from the day before.
"Your pussy is dripping with juices. You cream just thinking of being fucked, don't you?" As his whispers continued, he got more and more enraged. "Answer me, cum-slut. Tell me how you want me to fuck your little holes."
