Sandra's New Life

I woke up chained to pipes in a dimly lit room that smelled of mildew and water. I felt the cold damp air chill my body, and I knew I was naked. My arms were bound above my head, and my legs spread wide with the aid of a metal bar fixed to my ankles. My mouth was gagged, and before I could struggle or attempt a scream, I heard a dark commanding voice from the shadows.

"As I'm sure you know, you are bound securely, with no hope of escape. So now might be a good time to inform you what is going on. You now belong to me. You will work for me, you will do what and who I say from this moment on. If you understand this, simply nod your head." I couldn't believe the words I had just heard, and given we are all animals, and still retain the natural instinct of self survival, I screamed through my gag, and wrestled with the chains holding me. Fighting impulsively to regain my freedom.

"Tsk, tsk. Now we both know that will do you no good. All that kind of nonsense will do is aggravate me. And I promise, you do not want to aggravate me." He said as he waved his hand and another hand appeared in front of my face holding something.

I woke up again, this time laid on the cold concrete floor. Arms tied behind my back, legs spread wide-held in place by metal bars, one affixed to my knees, the other fixed to my ankles. A collar around my neck, with a metal chain fixed to the floor. In my mouth was the gag. After a bit of a struggle I managed to get myself on my knees, so I could look around, again the room was dimly lit, so I could not see far. Shortly after exploring my surroundings as much as I could, I heard the sound of metal scrape against concrete.

"I see you are awake. Now, let me ask again, do you understand the fact that you now belong to me?" Seeing no other option, and hoping that if I played along that he might slip into some kind of security, and I might be able to escape, I shook my head 'yes'.

"I feel it only fair to tell you that I can smell bullshit from a bitch miles away. And what you just tried to feed me was just that – bullshit. But so be it, now I will begin your training. And within time you will be my most willing slut. Hungering for only cum, knowing nothing but how to service, and pleasure men. You will become my most prized fuck toy, pain whore. You may begin, but remember Richard, no one is to enter this beauty until I have fully claimed her. I paid good money for her virgin blood, and I did not buy it for you to spoil it. So I suggest that you start with punishment. Make it as severe as you may wish – provided no permanent marks are left." It was then and only then that I realized I had not been alone in the room, even when I thought I had been. I heard the door open and shut again, and then heard a grunting laugh from a man behind me.

"Heh, well you heard boss man, cunt!" He spat as he let his instrument of punishment, what felt like a hundred hard thin leather belts slap at my up-turned ass. It was fast, hard, and unrelenting and I screamed through my gag and fell forward. But none of my screams, tears, or pleas made him stop, if anything they simply made the abuse worse. He continued until my flesh burned. I felt his hand touch my ass, it was cool, a nice reprieve from the burning, yet the slightest touch from his fingers sent a stinging pain right through me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back till the chain was taunt. And with a swift movement unclasped the chain from the floor, twisting the collar around until the chain was on the back of my neck, and affixed it to something behind me, which kept my head held back, and my chest out. And then he took the same tool he had used on my back side to my breasts, again hitting me full force on one then the other until I could see my flesh turn a bright red. He never once, all this while said anything to me, save for his first comment. Then he disappeared into the darkness, and shortly I felt my legs being freed from their bonds, then my hands. I collapsed on the floor, letting the concrete cool my burning body. Only to have my wrists grabbed again by his rough hands, bound this time in front of me, he pulled me to my feet by my bound wrists, and chained my again, this time standing upright. He took weighted clamps from his pockets, with hundreds of tiny metal teeth, and put one on each nipple, spread my pussy lips open and attached one there, which caused my screams to once more intensify. Standing on forced tip-toe, he chained my feet apart, and standing behind me, grabbing my breasts roughly, pulling them, I could feel his erection through his pants as he grinded into my ass, he said

"That's it bitch – scream for me. Cry for me. Struggle for me." And then he stepped back and started to spank my thighs, calves, ass, back, and pussy with a long leather strap.

This torture went on for what seemed like an eternity, until I was on the verge of passing out from pain and exhaustion. My feet were released, then my arms, which caused me to fall to the floor. He removed the gag from my mouth, grabbed a fistful of my hair again, and said;

"Open your mouth! Open it or we will continue!" I wearily opened my mouth, and he shot stream after stream of hot cum into it, and all over my face. "Now swallow!" He shouted, and without will or want, I did as I was told.

"Good little bitch. Now open your cock hole again." And again my mouth fell open, this time he spit in my mouth, and then shouted for me to swallow again. And again I did. "Now, a grateful little bitch always says 'thank you' after being used. So tell me thank you!"

"Th—tha—thank you..." I managed to say is a horse voice. And for my effort I was rewarded with a volley of slaps to the face.

"Get up whore!" He spate at me as he pulled me to my feet by my hair, and half lead, half dragged me to a medium sized cage, where he pushed and booted me in for the night. And I passed out, my body aching.

To be continued...