Elsa's vision slowly began to fade in and out. She felt her legs dragging across the white, tiled floor beneath her and her arms held up with a painfully tight grip. Her hanging head did its best to lift and look to the sides to see whoever was pulling her. Her attempt was nothing but feeble; she could barely lift a single eyelid halfway. All in her vision was nothing but a faint light in the distance. Every bit of her strength vanished. Her head collapsed. She fell unconscious.

Elsa awoke again—this time alone on the tiled floor in an empty room. She had much more power than before and could open her eyes completely. She blinked a few times, facing a wall underneath blinding, white lights. She pushed off the ground to stand. The room possessed about a dozen pipes on each wall, all with nozzles above one another facing outwards to her direction. The first wall she saw had what looked like a thick, metal door at its right corner. On the wall opposite, there was a long horizontal mirror. The blonde looked at herself in it, first startled if her own reflection was a foe. She realized it was herself after a few seconds, faintly recognizing the shirt and pants she wore. After another second, she realized she was soaking wet, but Elsa did not care for the reason. Her only concern was to be free. The blonde began to scope around the room. Another metal door stood to the right of the mirror, and the blonde immediately headed for it. She grasped the handle and vigorously shook it. Not even a bit did it budge. Elsa backed up, beginning to panic. She ran to the other door and did the same; the result was nothing any different. She could feel her heart pounding within her chest. Sweat started to drip from her forehead as her hands shook. Fear and uncertainty were the only things scuttling through her mind. She began to talk to herself.

"Where am I?" was the most common phrase she asked herself. "WHERE AM I!?" she yelled. Her chest rose and fell greatly with each of her heavy breaths. "Hello? Anybody there?" There was a pause.

"Strip." a voice said. Elsa looked above the mirror and saw a microphone at the left corner of the room. Elsa froze as she stared at it, questioning its command.

"What?" she mumbled quietly. Suddenly, the walls made a loud, cranking sound, and the pipes around her vibrated. Not a second after, the sound of steam hissed and a boiling mist from every single nozzle in the pipes shot at her. Elsa yelped, wincing at the pain as she covered her face and fell to the floor.

"Don't make me do it again!" the voice then said to her. "Take off your clothing!" the woman yelled. The blonde was on her feet soon enough and did what she was told.

In the overwhelming terror, Elsa started to tear up as she took off her shirt and then her jeans. She stared herself in the mirror as she stood now only in her lingerie. The blonde paused as a single tear dripped past her right cheek. She hesitated for a good five seconds from proceeding any further, but was too afraid to halt herself completely. She glanced at the microphone and reached behind her back to unbuckle her bra. With her eyes closed in shame, she pulled it off her chest and dropped it on the ground to expose her breasts. She used her left arm in an attempt to cover it, but became weak through her light sobbing. She knew there was no point. The blonde let her top loose and bent over to take off her panties. Elsa stood beside her pile of clothes utterly naked and humiliated. She tightly closed her eyes, trying to reprehend any more fluid from escaping.

The door behind her abruptly started to jingle and busted open in a flash. Elsa whipped her head to the left and saw two women in thick armour charge at her with stun sticks. Elsa's eyes shot wide. Before she knew what was happening, they struck her.

Elsa blacked out for a second. When she regained consciousness, she found herself forcefully taken by the neck. She looked up briefly and noticed she was being pulled through a narrow corridor with carpet toward another door. Elsa squirmed, but each attempt ended with another powerful shock. She continued to black out. The third time she awoke, the blonde found herself emerging through the door's opening. Ahead of her, in an abrupt glance, she could see another wider hallway filled with the white, tiled floor. Before she could process the definite dangers of what she was approaching, suddenly it hit her.

An enormous wave of cries and screams submerged her into a puddle of trepidation. A heaping handful of ominous thoughts put her in a state of panic and confusion. Before she could see a single bearer of these cries, she was struck on the skull and fell into a slumber.

The blonde awoke once again—a tight grip on her back and shoulders it seemed. Her vision slowly widened, and she was looking at the floor about a foot or two off the ground. After a long ten seconds, her memory began to come back. Her adrenaline spiked. Elsa immediately tried to stand. With a thump, Elsa remained stationary; her confusion expanded greatly. Elsa tried to move her arms forward, but the result wasn't any different. Her breathing grew deep as the inevitable truth she was trapped began to haunt her. Elsa looked downwards to see what her stomach was lying on. A wall just passed her breasts blocked her from seeing where her legs were. She could feel her toes resting on top of the tiles and quickly realized she could not see her arms either; however, Elsa could move her forearms. The blonde began to feel around with her fingers, but felt nothing other than the lower half of her body and the wall which cut her from seeing it. Swiftly, Elsa understood she was bent over through a wall naked. Complete and utter confusion spiraled all throughout her head. She couldn't believe what was happening.

"What's going on…?" she whispered—obvious weakness in her voice. "Where am I?" she questioned a bit louder.

"Nobody knows." a sudden, gentle voice said from the right. The blonde gasped in fright as her head whipped to the side. A girl with long, bold, flowing red hair and stunning green eyes looked at Elsa about four feet away. The same way as herself, the woman was bent naked through the wall as well.

"I'm sorry. Did I startle you?" the redhead asked. Elsa didn't quite know how to respond.

"…Who are you?"

"My name is Amelia. What's yours?"

The blonde opened her mouth to speak, but not a word could come out. Elsa hesitated as she made another attempt. Still, not a sound was heard. She furrowed her eyebrows, staring vacantly at the ground. Her mind was blank.

"Who am I?"

"Elsa."

The blonde blinked and turned to the woman, "What?"

"Your name is Elsa. It says on your nametag." the girl said, flicking her head upwards. Elsa tried to look above, but not to succeed. Amelia saw her struggling and spoke up again.

"Don't worry. You may not be able to see it." The blonde looked at her again before she continued. "Everybody has one…" the woman gestured her head forward. Elsa looked straight and gasped out loud at what she saw. Countless more women were bent over through different walls all around the room; every single person seemed to be unconscious. About five meters ahead of her were women with their asses out lined down the walls. Just past Amelia, a wall facing them connected at the end of theirs filled with even more women—this time their heads out. To the left was the same, only five people down the line. At the top corners of the room were openings between the wall ahead and the walls next to the two of them.

"but nobody knows where they came from." Amelia finished. Elsa was filled with dread—her head hanging.

"What is this place?" the blonde asked, turning to the right.

"I don't know, but you're lucky you got here late. Everybody is gone and sleeping now." the redhead replied. Elsa looked around at the women.

"What are you talking about? Why is that good?"

"It means you didn't have to suffer today. Tomorrow, you'll see what I mean."

Elsa started to panic again, "Why? What's going to happen?!"

"Telling you wouldn't do any good. Listen to me, do whatever they say. Don't piss them off and don't fight it; they like that even more. Now close your eyes and get some sleep. That's all I can tell you." The woman shut her eyes and immediately became silent. Elsa didn't know what to do. All it seemed she did know was to worry and scour her eyes around the room like a shaking Chihuahua. The lights shut off. Hours of constant torment slowly made their way by.

Tick Tock… Tick Tock…

"Ooh! This must be the new girl!" the blonde heard someone say from behind. Elsa was tired.

"Yes indeed!" another voice spoke. Half of Elsa's vision was covered in the blackness of her own eyelids.

"She's got a very pretty pussy." one more voice replied. The blonde could feel a finger trace over her left buttock. Elsa blinked a few times and immediately sparked with alert. She remembered where she was and was now on the verge of finding out why. She turned trying to see the figures that stood behind her. Her body made a powerful jolt in her attempt. After a brief moment of silence, an intense sensation struck her.

Giggles were heard as Elsa gasped loudly the moment someone rubbed her clit. Her heart bounced off the wall of her chest with an additional kick to each of her limbs. The women behind seemed to especially love this, as another, more powerful pinch was given. Elsa did her best to resist the urge of reacting so extravagantly, but the stir was too great for control over herself. Elsa yelped, unable to apprehend her body. More laughter was heard, and soon was chatter.

"Elsa. Hmm, what a pretty name!" the third voice spoke. "I think I'll take this one, ladies. Watch and learn!" she said with a chuckle. The blonde could hear the two others giggle in a mischievous manner before a suspenseful silence was among them. Two footsteps suddenly made a click on either of Elsa's sides. The blonde hesitantly stared to the ground only fearing what could happen next. Before she could even finish her thought, a vigorous grip to her hips caused her muscles to tense. Not a second later, it happened.

Elsa's body tensed and pressed tighter into the wall as a thick, fleshy, cylinder-like rod began to intrude inside her pussy ever so slowly. The blonde's eyes widened as big as they could manage while whispers came from behind.

"Oh, fuck… Ah…" the woman scraped up her throat. She finally pushed as far as was possible—connecting her pelvis forcefully against Elsa's rump. Quickly, she slid out. There was another brief pause. The blonde caught a moment to catch her breath and attempt to comprehend the matters that had just transpired. However, time would not work in her favour; the girl had probed the object back in before Elsa could even remember the sensation. This time, the woman went in much faster and out again. The blonde was forced forward a few visible centimeters. Not a second later, she charged back in. Elsa's ass and the girl's pelvis collided again, producing a slap. The woman began to speak again as her acquaintances laughed a few more times.

"Oh, my… You're so fucking tight… Ooh… Goodness!" Without another second of thought, the next level had been burdened upon the blonde.

Elsa's shoulder's shifted upwards a bit and started to ache as the girl gripped both of the blonde's forearms and pulled as she thrust forward. The force against Elsa greatly intensified, and the rod inside her pushed even further. She winced and barked at the pain, knowing instantly the regret from doing so. The second assault was even harder due to this, but, like caught in a loop, there was no option to censure such an effect. The woman continued with her rapid assail, each time forcing some sort of blare to hurl deep from Elsa's throat. Provoking drivel and asinine laughter began to render Elsa mortified. The depraved nature of such a malicious act touched the blonde with its cold, dark lance. She realized how utter humiliated she was and the fact there was no way to impede with it. Tears rolled down her face and shimmered in the light as they hit the floor.

A hard slap came across Elsa's right buttock. Her entire body jerked with a sharp screech. A handful of chuckles were heard again, and not after three seconds was another slap bestowed just above the one prior.

"Aw, she's crying." the first voice teased. Elsa's temper quickly rose. The tense in her jaw could very visibly be seen as she clenched her teeth together.

"Poor baby." the second voice joked. Once again, they gave her a hard spank.

"Oh, come now. She just knows she loves it!" the girl wrapped onto her replied through nearly ten thrusts. The woman's breathing became quick and heavy; passing each second, her panting grew louder as well. Elsa could feel the heat amplifying against the woman's skin; however, her apparent exhaustion was not to be fooled. At this time, more than ever, the woman probed at a pace that could've only been her peak. She yanked Elsa's arms backwards with merciless prejudice.

"Oh… Oh, yes! Ah! Ahh!" the woman yelled. The blonde's grunts and shrieks grew louder with her aggressor; the pain in her shoulders was the factor greatest for this. After another ten seconds of rapid ravishing and gradual rate in volume, the woman ceased and pulled Elsa into her tightly while she screamed.

"AHHH!" the both of them shrieked. Elsa suddenly felt a liquid run through her core as the fleshy stick in her pussy throbbed. When three pulses ended, the woman let go, causing the blonde's arms and legs to fall down, hitting the floor with a clear thump. Elsa then felt the liquid spray all over her back and on her cheeks. Finally there was a long enough pause for Elsa a chance to gather her thoughts and breathe. She took four deep inhales before she heard the obnoxious voices speak behind her again.

"I think this one's gonna do just fine here. One of my favourites if I had to say." the third girl said after her last moan and a breath of air. The others only giggled. "She's so soft and so very tight!" spanking Elsa once more the same time she spoke her last word. Elsa let out a high-pitched squeal.

"I'll be back for you for sure!" the second woman announced, tracing a finger delicately around the blonde's curves. Elsa's temper rose fairly quickly, turning her head to look back in hate; she kind of wished they saw her. The woman's finger abruptly shot into her core and out in a flash. The blonde gasped at how sensitive her pussy became. She shot wide her eyes at the intense sensation. Not as it was unexpected, the three of them laughed at her for the final time, as footsteps indicated their valediction.

"See you again, Elsa!" the first yelled from afar. Cackling in the distance slowly faded away.