Amber lay prostrate before Fajulah, the Karwa group leader. Her mind is calm, that of a professional. She knows it's a tough sell. All she needs is a few hours to distract him. A few hours until her rescue and she can get out of there.
"So, my child, why have you come to me?"
"To join you," she says in the most timid voice she can muster. "And to fucking cut your balls off," she thinks to herself.
"To join us? Heh. Why should we believe one who worked with the man who stole my precious child."
"He was wrong. We were wrong. Your way is the way I want to live. No more war, blood and violence."
"Our way leads to peace. But only through destruction can true peace be built."
Amber slumps her shoulders, as if preparing for her death. "No way they are buying my ruse," she thinks.
"I am in need of a new champion. One who can aid in me in my quest for this peace. Can you be this champion?"
"Yes."
"Are you prepared for the destruction before the peace?"
Without hesitation, Amber responds, "I am."
A clap of Fajulah's hands ushers in six women dressed in silk black robes that barely conceal their lithe, luscious bodies. Each woman is fitted with a silk hood that tightly covers their heads, except for their eyes and mouths.
They encircle Amber, grabbing her arms and legs, suspending her into the air and carrying her over to a table. Amber is then stripped naked and laid on a bed of cold, hard concrete.
The bed is long enough to support her torso and lower back. Her legs are open to the air and her feet are supported on two concrete posts. The posts feature protrusions to which Amber is tied securely with a soft, silky rope.
"First we bind you, and then we will release you," Fajulah says as he stands and watches the proceedings. He stands, in command and in power, seemingly unaware that two of his charges are taking turn sucking his massive, dark dick.
Two of the six attending to Amber reveal two more lengths of the silky rope. They use them to bind her tits, beginning at the base of each mound, winding tighter and tighter forcing the flesh to push forward, extending into the nipples, distressing the soft, supple flesh. Amber grimaces at the pain and revels in the kinky pleasure it brings. Never into erotic pain games, she knew not what to expect.
Her nipples pushed out, both from the rope and her arousal. The girls begin their work. Two take a position on each side of Amber, each armed with a candle. They each begin dripping the wax onto Amber's erect nipples. She squeals in both pleasure and pain. The dripping burns her, covering her tits and chest, and the rope, in shades of red, violet and green.
"You are to be "Sunburst" and your color will be yellow." Fajulah's voice surrounds her.
With a nod, another of his men stands between Amber's legs and roughly pulls the rope free of her tits, allowing the blood to flow to her orbs. Two pieces of yellow satin are gently put in their place.
A button is pushed, forcing the table she is on to invert, tilting her head back, and thrusting her feet higher in the air.
The girls gather around her again. The one with the ribbon takes a third ribbon, puts it around Ambers neck. Straddling her, using the ribbon like a pair of reigns she pulls Amber's face into her muff. Amber tries to resist, unable to breath as the taste and scent of the woman fills her and intoxicates her.
