Hitting Rock Bottom

"You understand that any orifice, such as your mouth, ass or cunt can be and will be sexually used?" He asks now in that emotionless tone. My heart pounds harder at this as I've never done anything, you know, with my bum before. Mouth, sure. Pussy, of course.

"I...Y-Yes," I answer. At this I hear the man jerk in his chair, like he didn't like this response. I'm unable to see him, but I can sense him glaring at me. But then the chair is moved back.

Now the screen says my bust size, weight and height. This is a bit embarrassing as I was on a diet to try and lose a bit of weight. And I'm not really surprised his technology can determined such stuff as fancy as it looks.

The lights are then turned off. The red lights on the cameras go off as well, and the monitor goes black. I figured the filming is over, and if it is, that was a breeze. In fact, maybe this is all just a weird sort of joke or something.

"Now we prepare you for the second part of the video. First part just introduction. Second is slave appearance," he tells me as my eyes start to adjust.

Slave appearance? What in the world could that be? I really don't like the sound of it to be honest.

"Step off stage, and stand against wall with cuffs," he orders. Still trembling I do step off the stage. For the first time I consider running. He's at the computer station, editing the video, I think. This would be the perfect time to try and run.

But looking at where we came in...there's no door knob. No switch, no lever no nothing. Even if I ran over, I would have no clue on how to open the door. I then wonder if I could smash something over his head to knock him out. That would give me some time to escape. But there's nothing that I could use as everything looks far too heavy, like the cameras, plus I think I could break a brick over his head and he wouldn't feel it.

Defeated, I walk to where I think he wants me to go. There's a circle next to the wall, that has two cuffs on chains coming from the wall. I walk towards it, very nervous about what's going to happen as I'm sure those cuffs have something to do with it.

A moment later he walks towards me. He then goes to a file cabinet and opens one of the doors. Inside are dozens of packs of rope. Small lengths of rope that have been packaged. He grabs three of these and closes the door.

He walks to me, then grabs my shoulder I winch at his touch as even his skin is ice cold. It's like a dead man touching you. But then he pulls to move me. And hell, I am spun around easily by the guy. He turns me without saying a world, nearly crushing my face against the wall.

"Ouch," I cry out as he takes one of my wrists and forces it behind me. Then he grabs the other one and puts it behind me too as if I'm being arrested. My wrists are put together, and then I feel the rope being wrapped around.

This does make me start to cry a little as a few tears fall. This means I'll be helpless. I won't be able to do like 90% of what I need to, to get out of here. And he wraps them around, then around each wrist individually until I feel him tying them.

Letting go, I test my hands to find they are tied. There's no way to break them free or to slip out. And worst of all, the tingling has reached a fever point where I feel like if I don't touch myself, I may pop. But at this point, I would have to rub it against something, and I'm not doing that.

The brute spins me around again, where he grabs my neck in one hand. My eyes widen as he squeezes hard. All air is cut off and I start to panic. My body starts to react as I begin to see stars in the edges of my vision. I start to really panic and even try to kick him, but that's like kicking a wall of concrete as he doesn't even flinch.

He finally releases me, letting me take in deep breaths of air. That's all I can focus on, getting air inside me, and as I do, I feel something wrapped around my neck. I catch a glimpse of it at the last moment to know what it is, and that's a collar. A fucking dog collar with a ring on it. He choked me out so I wouldn't protest him putting it on me.

The damn thing is locked on and now constantly chokes me as he puts it very tight. Well, that's not true. It isn't comfortable at all, but I can breathe. It oddly feels like he still has his hand around my neck and it just starting to squeeze.

"Do I need to do that again while I bind your tits, or are you going to behave?" He asks much like a parent talking to a misbehaving child. When he asks this, he isn't even looking at me as he is unwrapping another one of the rope packages.

"B-Bind my...t-t-tits?" I ask in a gasp. I didn't expect this at all. I mean, that sounds so mean. What is the point of doing something like that? Just to make the woman be in constant pain?

He doesn't say anything to my question. He just looks at me, waiting for my answer. So my options are to basically be almost choked to death so he can do it peacefully, or let him do it and don't fight or say anything.

"I...I'll be good," I end up saying, and I actually thrust my hips out automatically when I do as saying those words has that strange arousing effect. It's just... I so badly want to be touched. At this point, I don't care that it's him if he just touches me down there. Just rubs my clit a little bit. Rubs my lips, inserts a finger, hell at this point he could slap it and I wouldn't mind.

"Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh," I repeat over and over as he brings the rope stretched out in his hands to my left breast. He wraps it around the base of my boob, with a loop on the end of the rope. After putting the other end through the loop...he pulls on the rope to tighten it.

I cry out in pain at this as he tightens it right at the base of my boob. And he pulls so hard. It feels like he's trying to pop my poor breast. He pulls again even if it is super tight, making me cry out once more. But then he does a neat sort of knot, leaving my boob bound and pulsing.

Already I feel my heartbeat in my boob. I can feel it throbbing as the blood is cut off. Moreover, I feel how sensitive my nipple is getting. Like my clit, I need it to be touched. Even if it is to flick it against the wall or something.

But then he starts on my right boob. He repeats the process and I actually cry even harder. Something about the pair of them being like this makes the feeling much more intense. Makes the situation feel so much more real than it was before. And I think he tightens the right one even more.

Now my tits are tied. MY TITS ARE TIED. This is me, after all. The good girl. The one that would never even think of doing something as painful or perverted as this. At least there can't be much more he can do, right? Collar, naked and my tits are tied. Not much more, right?

I get the answer when he produces two mean-looking clamps. I whimper at the very sight of them, but know there's no fighting it. And sure enough, he puts the first metal clamp right on my right nipple. When he does, I shake my head wildly as my nipple feels pinched off. It both feels great as I wanted the nipple to be touched, but also feels horrible as it's so painful. I've tried clamps before, but always had them loose, you know? Not tightened as bad as these.

It takes me a moment to come to terms with the pain as both nipples are clamped. I think my tits being tied makes it a lot worse, something I never knew could be possible. I really never knew my own breasts could make me feel like this.

As I try to calm down, or at least calm my breathing, I see the guy take out two more bundles of rope. Not saying anything, he undoes them, then ties both ends of one to the other in the middle of the length. Then he loops one into a smaller loop. Then he makes another loop with the other rope. In a way it sort of looks like a rope thong. He oddly makes a knot in one of them, a big knot.

Turning to me, he puts the rope-thong on the ground. He lays it out so it looks like two circles. Seeing this, I figure it is some sort of harness as each circle is for each leg.

"Step into," he demands, and timidly, I put one foot in one circle and then the other foot into the other. Instantly he slides the harness up, which is far too big for me. He brings it up to my waist, and then tightens it around my waist like he did on my boobs. I grunt at this as he ties it tight so it won't move which I have to suck in my stomach some, but I know it could be worse.

That leaves the other loop, which is limp and hanging between my legs with one end tied towards my belly button and the other at the base of my back. I still don't get what he means to do with it, especially as he moves the huge knot in it as if trying to get it in the right place.

The man tights the loop. When he does, I nearly pass out. I'm hit with an orgasm like any I've ever felt. This orgasm hits like a physical blow making me slam against the wall behind me.

He tightens the rope super tight, and that huge knot is pressed right against my clit. And I mean PRESSED hard. It's pushing into it as hard as possible, digging into me. And it's that which makes me orgasm.

The ice-cold man proceeds to tie this loop off as I moan loudly against the wall, feeling the waves of pleasure rush over me. My legs are spread and I rock my hips as if I could rock against that knot. My moans get extremely loud because the orgasm only builds and builds, each wave becoming more intense as I feel all that he's done to me, from tying my hands, to trying my tits. Its truly unlike anything before, and damn it does it feel good.

I cum like a whore, moaning and moaning as he finishes tying off the harness. He says nothing about what is happening, even if he knows what's going on. That he knows I'm cumming. But showing how he doesn't care, he walks away, leaving me to rub against the wall, moaning and moaning from the strangest orgasm I have ever had. Moaning as I cum hard in front of a man that does care at all. This only makes me cum harder as weird as it is.

Finally after about a minute my orgasm fades and I nearly start crying. Looking down, I see the rope is tied under me, with it going right through my pussy lips and on the other end I feel it between my ass. It makes my most beautiful body part look cheap and whorish. Like I'm one of those sick BDSM bitches that has all sort of things done to them in cheap videos.

And worse of all the knot keeps pressing against my clit. Already I can feel my body starting to build another orgasm as it doesn't seem to want to stop being touched. That knot is torture. It keeps pressing against my most sensitive place, knowing I can't do anything about it. Knowing I have to feel it between my ass cheeks and inside my pussy.

"Go to cameras," the man orders and I see he's back at his computer station, ready to finish the video. I in a way feel like a puddle of goo after cumming like that, especially how I am now dressed. But I force myself to start walking. And oh, this makes the knot rub against me even worse, especially as my legs are jello.

I'm back on the stage now, partly hunched over as I try to fight against cumming again. But it's hard. My nipples are being bitten, my tits squeezed to death and a violating rope is between my ass cheeks. It's too overwhelming.

"Now they see you in typical slave outfit. Repeat your name and that you are a sex-slave," he man states after the lights come back on to light me up. The first thing I do is look at the monitor to see what I look like. When I see myself, truly looking like one of those BDSM whores, I cum again.

Never in my life did I think I would ever cum like I am now. Just like I never thought I would look like this. Yet there I am, as clear as day, naked and all abused-looking. It sends my already sensitive clit into a frenzy, and the waves flood over me once again.

I back up against the wall, trying to fight the pleasure, but it's winning for the lights and camera to see. Wave after wave of pleasure comes over me. I try hard not to feel the throbbing of my tits, or the biting of my nipples or the way that no matter how hard I pull my hands they don't move, but I can't. It all comes through, making me cum again, even stronger. Especially as the knot against my clit feels like someone's fingers.

"You have 5 seconds slave, before you make me mad," the ice-cold man comments and I hear the menace in his voice. Most men would love to see a woman orgasming in front of them, he doesn't care. And that makes the orgasm worse as it gets even more intense due to the danger.

Fear tries to rise to get me to move. But that's like saying move when your feet have five-hundred-pound weights attached to them. Fighting the best that I can, I stand as much as I can.

"I-I-I-I-I'mmmmmm, oh gosh, oh fuck, oh fuck.....I....I'm S-S-S-S-Slave #789," I say between moans, trying hard to get the words out, knowing if I don't, he'll break bones or even kill me.

"I...I....I'm a sex slave.....purchase me," I stammer in a high pitch tone as my orgasm hits the peak. The intense waves roll over one after the other, moving faster than I've ever felt. My eyes roll some and then words just sort of spew from my mouth.

"You'll own my tits, pussy, ass and whatever else you want to fuck all day and night," I say, or at least those are the words I hear. I'm not even sure I say them but they come from me as I would never ever say something like that. Ever.

"I'll be a helpless stupid cunt that can't stop you and will do what you say because I have to," I keep on, moaning a loud moan right after I say the disgusting sentence. My legs spread as far as they can now, not to accent my words but because I can't help but do this. A part of me wants to show the world what he's done to me.

My body jerks as the waves keep coming, to which I feel my tits jiggling and jiggling even if tied. I do a pathetic sort of dance on camera as I move about, still fighting the orgasm, with no clue what he's putting as captions for me. The orgasm refuses to leave as wave after beautiful wave moves over me, making me damn-near shriek in pleasure.

Finally, the orgasm fades, and leaves me a sweaty mess. Panting hard as I fear I may even black out, I rest against the wall. With my heart going 800 beats a minute, I tell myself that this probably isn't really happening. That I'm in a puddle of my own sick at the bar, passed out.

"Well, I think that was a first," The ice-cold man says about a minute later as he turns off the lights and stands up. He calmly removes his suit jacket as if he's about to do something physical. And like I thought, he sure does have a gun as I see the holster.

"I'm sure that stunt of yours will raise your price a good $20,000," he muses thoughtfully while looking at me. Him saying that brings back that stone cold fear that this is really happening. He's really going to sell me. That this isn't a prank or a joke. I'm going to be sold as a sex-slave and the life I had is over.

"Since you have never had multiple partners at once, I need to break you in some," the man then comments. He calmly moves towards me as I'm still against the wall. The monster grabs my hair in a vice-like grip and pulls to force me to walk. I stumble off the stage but he's so strong that he holds me up for a moment by my hair, dragging me along.

I'm walked over to the opposite corner in the room where three's a table. Well, a very small table. Looks more like a work-horse thing that you do construction on. He drags me over to it and then pushes me, making my naked body smack against it.

"Bend over it all the way, none of that, 'just a little bent' stuff, all the way slave," he orders and then opens a large metal cabinet that's in the corner.

Well, this is embarrassing. I've bent over for my boyfriend many times, but he never told me to like that. It was just, you know, we are having sex and wanted a new position so I bent over something. But being told to bend over? Goodness, that really does make me feel like a whore...like a sex-slave.

Gulping I walk up to it as it is just a little more than hip-high. Taking a deep breath, I bend over it. I bend over some, but I know its not good enough, so I force myself further, and further. I go all the way until my hips and stomach are pressed against the table, where my body makes an L shape on its side. Only bent like this, I feel my tied tits dangling off the side.

The man returns to me, and pulls bungie cords from under the table. He pulls on one until its laid over my back, which he connects to the other side of the table. He does this 3 more times over my back to ensure I won't be standing up anytime soon. I even try to test this, and they are tied tight, making sure I'll be bent over till he deems this to be over.

Then my legs are kicked apart. I feel him bungie cording them to the legs of the table now, making sure they stay open. As he does this, I wonder why he's starting to be so mean now. Before he ordered me around verbally and didn't touch me, but now he's getting very physical and mean. I wonder if me cumming annoyed him. That'll be a first.

"Hey HEY!" I yell out in shock of what I feel. He pulls on the rope that's pulled between my ass cheeks to move it to the side a little, and squirts something right on my most private of places; my ass. He doesn't say anything, but I hear him doing something as the goo is very cold.

"Oh no. Oh please no," I begin to beg as I feel something press against my ass. It presses hard too and it doesn't take a genius to know that it's a dildo of some sort. In reaction I do struggle, but I'm too firmly tied down. And the dildo keeps getting pushed against that tight hole.

I whimper as he presses it in harder and harder, forcing the hard thing inside a place that isn't meant to have anything inside. He does get the damn thing inside, despite me clenching as he's so damn strong. It is slowly shoved inside me, going inch by inch.

I groan and even cry as I feel it, as it feels like it's ripping open my ass. Violation doesn't describe the feeling of it at all. And what's worst is feeling it again is making me want to cum thanks to that fucking rope.

As there's nothing I can do, I take deep breaths as the dildo is shoved up my ass. It takes him about half a minute, but he gets the thing maybe 4 or so inches inside of me, and leaves it there. Just leaves it, pressing against my walls and making me feel violated in a whole new way. Once he finishes, I find that I'm letting out a long groan at the feeling since nothing has ever been there.

"Come on, no," I protest as I feel him press something against my pussy now as the rope is pulled more. Another dildo is pressed against that precious hole, which is very, very wet. With ease he's able to slide the damn thing in, which is actually kinda large. Much larger than anything I've ever used. He shoves it in without saying anything, till it is maybe 4 inches inside me.

Lowering my head I feel the feeling that most women will never feel; both holes filled. It's unlike anything I can say I've felt. It's beyond humiliating and very uncomfortable. I can actually feel the two walls sort of press against each other in a unique feeling. It feels personal and violating, like he knows exactly how to punish you. Yet there's a sick sort of excitement from it, as if you are truly a whore now, someone that's was conquered sex.

"Ouch!" I cry out as the man grabs my hair and lifts. His strong hand lifts my entire upper body upward by my hair until I'm looking right up at him. It makes it feel like my hair is going to be yanked right out.

"Shut up," he growls, his face showing his great annoyance. The man has scared me since I first saw him, but now it reaches slasher villain levels. It's clear to me now that I must have been making too much noise for his liking and he's pissed. Oh dear.

"You wanted this, so shut up and take it you dumb cunt," he says and slaps me across the face. The sting of it blinds me for a moment, not so much from the pain but from what he just said. How dare he say such a thing, especially after all he's done to me! Fury rises up and I can't hold back what I'm going to say. The words flow out, just like before.