tagNonConsent/ReluctanceSex Doll Ch. 02

Sex Doll Ch. 02


After a moment, she heard the second click of the outside door being shut, as well, and then, all sounds from outside the room disappeared. If she could scream, she doubted anyone would hear her.

She couldn't think rationally. Struggling against the handcuffs from which she hung, she screamed anyway, spittle flying out around the ball gagging her until she became out of breath and her arms began to feel as if though she were pulling them out of socket.

Disbelief held her in its thrall for a very long time. She didn't know what she expected to happen that would release her from this situation, but she hoped it would come soon. Having to wait was easy at this point, but once the notion sank in that she would have to find her own way out, she tried to calm herself so that she could pay attention.

He said two hours. How long have I been hanging here already? she wondered.

For the moment she ignored everything but the manacles she wore. They were modern day, with the same structure as police handcuffs, but they had been made to appear old and their cuffs were wide. There was little leeway in them, and she could not imagine every getting her hand through them like this.

I have to hang here and wait, she thought somewhat deliriously, the disbelief coming back in a great wave of confusion that swept her into its panic again. In jerked, desperate motions, she tried to kick her way up the wall, using whatever she could for traction. This proved just as futile, however, and once she was out of breath she calmed again.

Resigned to her fate for the moment and with nothing else to do, she began to inspect the room around her, hoping to find some way of escape or to obtain help. What she saw, however, made her want to begin struggling against her bondage again.

Yes, this was a sex shop, and yes, she would have expected to see sex toys in its backroom, as well, but nothing in this room would have fit out on the sales floor of this shop, and some of it was obviously handmade, tailored to work together for one clear purpose.

For a long while she studied her surroundings, not able to keep herself from inspecting every piece of equipment there and unable to stop herself from imagining it being used on her. The room was not very big, but each device was arranged much like exercise equipment in a small home gym -- that is, a piece in every corner with just enough room to walk around, and a small circle of open area in the middle. Across the way from where she hung by her hands, what appeared to be a cheap, backless metal park bench was bolted to the floor, with two steel rods jutting out from its end, and attached to those, loops of chain. In front of it stood a machine that looked to her like nothing more than some kind of motor with a third long rod attached and aimed at the park bench. The engineered monstrosity looked like something out of one of the fuck machine porn clips her ex-boyfriend had made her watch on his laptop.

Beside that was another toy she had seen in porn but never in real life. A sex swing, made from leather belts that looked like the kind of straps someone with a straightjacket might be wearing, hung from the ceiling by a variety of hooks. Someone could be positioned in any number of ways with this homemade contraption, suspended in air for whatever purpose her captor cared. Unlike the padded and cushy swings the pornstars used, this setup looked more like it was made to be as uncomfortable as possible.

Opposite the swing was a simple enough object, except she could imagine how it might be used: it was a steel table the radius of a human torso, round and smooth, on a single sturdy steel rod that was cemented into the floor. She could tell by how it was slightly off kilter that it more than likely spun around. On the surface were several welded loops of steel, obviously meant for threading through a chain or belt to keep one of his sex toys right where he wanted her.

The place where she hung was the last area of the room with anything in it. Just above where her hands hung slightly blue and angry from their manacles, was a chain connected to a rope that ran through a pulley system, just as she had suspected when first she'd been placed here. The whole contraption was connected to the ceiling by means of a track system that moved only backwards and forwards, close to and away from the wall, meaning that if she had the ability, she could likely walk herself into the middle of the room. She'd tried, but there had been no give, and she'd given up.

To each of her sides, just out of reach of her feet, something she knew since she'd tried earlier to use them to relieve the pressure in her wrists by trying to stand on one, were two long shelving units that were made from unfinished boards and concrete blocks. From her vantage point, she could just see a few of the toys lying on the boards, and of those, many were like the ones she'd seen in the shop. Paddles with sharp looking studs, long leather strands from a whip, more ball gags and feathers and vibrators and dildos and clamps than any one person could use. None of them looked particularly clean, either, because they all looked like they'd been tried out on someone.

That left only the open center of the room. It was this area that scared her most, vacant though it seemed. On the floor, there was a metal grate of sorts, one that lifted from the cement. She could tell by the shadows that there was something under there. The smell of the room was mostly that of the materials from which it was made -- moldy cement, plywood, and leather -- but the smell coming from the grate was pungent and earthy, vaguely like stagnant water and mud. Without looking down into it, she wouldn't know for sure, but she guessed that someone or something had been kept down there. For all she knew, someone could be down there right now.

Even after suffocating from fear over the last two hours, she still did not want the shop owner to return to the backroom. At first, she'd thought he'd only meant to fuck her. He'd left the lights on when he'd gone, just for her to see this, to know what he meant to do to her, and exactly what he thought she was good for. But all of what she'd seen in the last two hours told her that he didn't mean to punish her and then toss her out, or even kill her. He meant to keep her: for how long, she didn't know.

Just when she was thinking she'd gladly hang there until her hands fell off, so long as the shopkeeper didn't come back, she could hear the doors being opened. Adrenaline pure and frightening coursed through her at the sight of not just one burly, dirty stereotype of a biker, but another one coming through the door, this one much older.

"What's her name?" the older guy asked as they approached. This one had a bandana covering his grey hair, which poked out lanky and unwashed from underneath.

Once they approached, they both went directly to the flat metal table nearby, propping against it to stare at her openly, without sympathy or care. They could have been looking over a used car.

The shop owner shrugged his shoulders. "Don't really give a fuck what her name is, do we? We'll just call her Cunthole like the last one."

"Yeah, Jack, but we only called her that until her cunt hole turned into a train tunnel," the customer responded, and the two laughed at an inside joke that she could only guess the sick meaning of. She tried not to imagine how it might apply to her in the near future.

"Hey," the shopkeeper, whose name was apparently Jack, slapped his customer on the back in the manner of old drinking buddies, saying, "Try before you buy, eh? You'll be the first to taste this sweet pussy before she's pumped full of cum, some of which will be yours. Get her broke in for us, old man. Give her a little tongue so she's excited."

The customer, evidently some longtime associate of Jack, was stroking his chin thoughtfully as he listened, looking at her crotch with a calculating eye. "You charging me extra for that privilege?"

Jack was pimping her out. Even worse, the deranged porn shop owner, his breath so thick with alcohol that it should be kept away from flame, really seemed to think she was going to like this old fucker touching her, like she'd ever get aroused from him or this. She moaned a few times around the ball that was gagging her, not really conveying any message to the two men, who were studying the juncture of her legs as if they could see through the khaki and scrap of thin lace that she'd worn for panties.

The jangle of the bell on the entrance to the shop rang softly through the open door. Jack turned to it, saying over his shoulder as he left them, "Let me go see who that is and we'll talk. Go ahead and take her clothes off, you old fuck, and see what we got in store for us."

The old guy wasn't turning down Jack's offer, no sir, and he came immediately to her, grabbing hold of her shoes and pulling them off easily before she even registered what was going on. Now that her hands were numb it was just her wrists that ached relentlessly, so there wasn't much struggling she could do against him without agitating them further, being as she couldn't use her hands to pull herself up or away. Without so much as a twitch, she let him undo her fly and yank her khakis free from her body. Her t-shirt he grabbed by the neck, twisting the thin fabric a time or two before the seam ripped painfully free from her shoulders and neck. He slid this down her body, as well, then stepped back to see what he'd uncovered.

How good she had felt that morning preparing for her adventure, an adventure that seemed childish and tame compared to what she'd gotten into now. She'd spent a good hour soaking in the tub, doing her nails and shaving her legs. She'd even gotten out the hand mirror and shaved all her pubic hair off. She recalled how good the lace panties had felt on her bare pussy, how turned on she had been when she had put on the t-shirt without bothering with a bra.

"Red looks good on any pussy," he stated, nodding his head at his own wisdom. Walking a few steps closer, he reached out with one finger to push aside the tiny square of wine colored lace that covered her crotch.

He was getting a mean, hungry look that usually turned her on, but usually she had some control over the situation. Spreading the folds of her pussy with the callused fingers of his right hand, he used the thumb of his left hand to jab roughly into her hole, feeling how she tightened her body as if she could keep him out and feeling how smooth and young her cunt felt.

In an almost guttural sob, he jabbed his thumb inside her to the hilt, lifting her feet from the ground with the force. "Such a tight, good fuck hole you have," he said, speaking as if though he had half a mind to take his cock out and drive it into her just then. Jack was probably the only reason he didn't, though that thought was of no comfort.

"Barely been poked, have you bitch? Guess you being a virgin stealing vibrators was too much to ask for, though, huh?" he asked, looking up into her face for some answer, and apparently finding it in the way she turned an even darker shade of red. "Might be worth the extra grand to be the one to loosen this up."

With that, he twisted his thumb inside of her, and bounced her easily where she unwillingly rode his hand. The relief of having the weight of her body removed from her bound wrists was nearly orgasmic.

Suddenly, the sound of laughter came their way, making her hope that he would leave her alone, if only until she could gather her senses and try to will her moistening sex from responding to this old guy's rough touch. With his thumb still wedged deep inside her, he was using his other fingers to wriggle against her pussy, with his pinky invading between her ass cheeks.

"Better be ready," he told her softly, gruffly, as if conspiring with her in this advice, "Jack throws a good show, whether you like it or not."

She whimpered at the thought, and then flushed with embarrassment to be so easily undone by his threat. He was getting off on seeing her suffer, as would they all before the night was over, but she didn't have to give them any more satisfaction than she could help. Laughing at her, he abruptly pulled his hand free from her, letting her weight fall back agonizingly to her wrists, and then laughed again as she shrieked behind the ball gag.

From behind the tears of pain blinding her eyes, she saw several more people enter the room. The old guy, still the oldest from the looks of him, was seeing to their new visitors. All three men that had come in with Jack were young, in their late twenties at most, like her, and otherwise nondescript, except that they didn't dress like their other friends. They could have rolled right out of an Old Navy store.

"Joey," the old guy said with real affection. He left her behind without a second glance to talk to his friends. "Haven't seen you around in months."

"Hey Carl," the one addressed replied. "You remember Jake and Chuck, right? They helped us break in that bitch that had the red BMW. Remember we took it down to the lake and rolled it right in? Jake was just in town for tonight, and I told him we ought to swing by and see if Jack had any action."

The old guy -- Carl -- nodded with sudden recognition, and she watched as they had a strange reunion of old friendships while she hung mostly nude from her wrists, just another object in the room as far as they were concerned.

"Should've known it was you three," she heard him say as the laughter stopped. "You fuckers always showed up here before you were old enough to know what a cunt was."

In some part of her that wasn't accepting what was happening, she felt offended that they were having a great time laughing and talking and ignoring her. As crazy as she knew that was, the overwhelming fear she felt that they hadn't bothered to hide their real names kept her from thinking on it too much.

Suddenly Jack was all business and broke up the chatter. He poked his toe at the bags on the ground near Chuck's feet. "I got the bitch; did you bring the other three b's for admission?"

"Beam, Bud, and blow," one of the younger men said, pulling out a bag of white powder while kicking the bags on the ground. "Got it."

Carl seemed surprised at this, saying, "Break it out, then. Nothing like a little blow to get the blood flowing. Didn't know we were going on a bender."

She watched them gather around the drugs and alcohol like kids at the punch table. They had all found a beer and taken a hit of the coke that Chuck had lined out on the metal table for them, and now they were turning their attentions to her.

"What about Steve and his brother?" one of them asked as they started walking her way.

"Fuck them," Carl said, taking one more hit off the table and then turning back to her as he rubbed the white powder from his nose onto one finger, and then rubbed that finger against his teeth. He smiled at her as he did so, saying, "Five's enough for the first time, don't you think? Maybe they'll show up for the second round."

Whatever made these men deferential to this scraggly old guy was working in her favor if they had intended to bring even more men in here to watch her degradation... or worse yet, participate in it.

But still, there were five of them. And as they passed around the bottle of bourbon, she knew that the party had to start soon.

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