I woke after a time, there was no way to judge how much had passed. The last thing I remember was that strange man's harsh and intimate treatment of me. Realizing swiftly I had been moved, I tested the bonds, finding them ungiving. I was unable to even turn my head at the sounds of footsteps on the tile floor. All I could see was the mirror before me, and the sight of pants as they walked into the harsh light that haloed me.
He walked around me, slowly, building the embarrassment that filled me already. His hands gripped and probed my body, force my mouth to open. I almost felt as if I was some animal being judged worthy or not for purchase. If only I knew how accurate my imagination was.
I could hear voices, just barely, as the man walked away. Two approached next, I thought at least one was the same, but merely because the pants were similar. Without any care in his comments, I was told of my fate. Told of what would happen in the next hour, the next week, the next whatever it would take until the debt had been erased; with interest of course.
Within the next hour I would be allowed food, allowed a bit of exercise, and to get cleaned. The wording of those items went unnoticed; it would be a time before I learned how to listen more closely to what was said, rather than what I heard. I heard a small click of sound, just before it seemed the world exploded. My entire body filled with a painful charge, that seemed to go on forever, even though in reality it was perhaps seconds, if that.
I learned that was my one warning, any disobedience would earn that or worse once again. When I opened my mouth to speak, to question who he was, why I was here; another jolt of power went through me. Collapsing over the ottoman as it dissipated I was informed I was not allowed to speak. That was the first of the rules I learned. It did not take long for me to wish all the rules were listed somewhere in advance.
The cuffs were detached from the ottoman; the spreader bar left in place although also removed from the secured clip on the stool. Lifting me by fiery tresses, I was made to shuffle away from the perch, pushed back down to kneeling like a beast, centered before the mirror. Within a moment, a plate was set before me on the floor. It seemed some sort of carved beef, along with bite-sized vegetables; next to it was a bowl of what seemed to be broth.
Almost before I could lift a hand from the floor, a swift charge rocked my form. Before it registered, almost, I splayed upon the floor. I luckily missed the bowl, however, hitting the side of the plate sent the food flying somewhat. My belly clenched in hunger suddenly as I envisioned not being able to eat now that I made a mess upon the floor.
The man's hand gripped my hair once more, jerking my head back, a cry echoed from my lips as his harsh tone provided the second rule of my existence. I was not allowed to eat using my hands anymore; I was just like any other pet they owned, I would behave like one completely. Giving my head a shove, he ordered me to eat it all, as he proceeded to dump the remaining portion on the floor before me; declaring there better not be a trace left upon the floor when I finished.
I was too conscious of the position I would be in as I leaned down to eat the food. However bad it was, it seemed better to concentrate on that rather than on where I was getting my food from right now. The spreader bar forced my slit to widen as I leaned downward, feeling a brush of air on my pussy, against the tender pucker of my virgin ass.
I didn't dare hestitate; I was too hungry, presuming another transgression would earn me waiting for another meal. I cringed as I chewed some of the bites, feeling a bit of grit in the texture; trying to ignore it. I stared at the bowl a moment trying to figure out how I would drink it; finally presuming I would have to lap it up like a kitten with a bowl of cream. It was noisy and messy. Shocking even myself, I am sure, I didn't hesitate to tongue up the few drops that escaped the bowl.
I tried to ignore their degrading comments; their lewd discussions about my body. Even more I tried to ignore the unmistakable reaction to their treatment. Once again their hands harshly fondled me, all under the pretense of removing the spreader bar. Not to allow me much freedom however, there was a chain attached between the cuffs at my ankles; a second one between my wrists.
There was a sound of air being cut before a swatch of heat centered upon my ass. Never before had I felt such a pain; trying to glance behind me, a slender switch in his grasp filled my vision. It landed again before I began to crawl forward, just to stay out of his reach. Embarrassment coloring my skin with a blush as each movement sent pendulous breasts swaying. It didn't matter though how quickly I moved he easily kept pace, the cane unerringly marking a new spot on my thighs, ass, and even tender pussy lips.
The pain became too much, collapsing to the floor, I felt a half dozen more strokes caress me ass. I am not sure who was more shocked as I felt my hips lifting me into the last couple of strokes. I could hear them through the confused haze of pain bordered pleasure. They were derogatorily remarking on my wantonness; about what a perfect choice I would be for some of their more demanding customers; discussing the cruel ways in which they would abuse me. I tried not to listen to it, tried to melt away into the floor.
I should have known they were not done with me... they had promised food, exercise, and a shower. The first two were nothing like I could have imagined a day ago; the last I didn't even want to try and imagine. Once more, my body was lifted by a grip on silken tresses matted from the day's events. I was thrown unceremoniously to the lay over a high metal rack, bent at the waist, a groan escaping my lips. Their hands were too efficient, securing the cuffs to the strong bars. While there was sturdy support, nearly none of myself was allowed the refuge of cover.
A harsh cold spray rained like needles over every exposed inch of flesh. There was not a moment of respite until they felt I was clean enough. If only it was so simple, perhaps, it could have been endured. But, I could hear them working upon something, just before the smirking comment that what came next might be a bit uncomfortable. When their hands gripped my already lewdly splayed cheeks stretching them further; I tried to clench tired muscles. I suddenly felt two slender items pressing into me intimately. The water slow to warming; my cries and pleading only serving to incite them to further cruelty. My belly clenching, wanting to force out the water even as I tried to hold it in; some strange embarrassment at being seen doing such a degrading act.
