Olivia choked as her rapist thrust deeply into her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat and cutting off her airway. Strong hands gripped the sides of her face with crushing force as he withdrew and thrust again and again as deeply as he could. Olivia felt blackness begin to cloud the edges of her consciousness as she struggled for air, but before she fainted, the grip became tighter and disgustingly hot liquid flooded her mouth. Desperate to breathe, Olivia swallowed, ignoring her growing nausea. She was ready to do anything if he would just leave her alone. Finally, he released her roughly and pulled away. Exhausted, Olivia hung in her bonds and prayed that this ordeal would end soon.
They had left her in her prison for a long period of time, though Olivia could not know exactly how long. Lying on the cement in the blackness, it had felt like months of painful solitude. But, the rational side of Olivia's mind convinced her that it could not have been more than a few days. When the door finally swung open and rough hands clawed at her, however, her time alone had seemed far too short.
Once again she was viciously bathed but instead of being returned to her prison, they had dragged her to a new room. After her time alone, Olivia had recovered some of her strength and she used it to struggle against her captors as they shoved her before them down a long hall. They threw a door open and kicked her inside, ignoring her weak protests, and she collapsed to lie on more cement.
Gentle touches on her shoulder startled her and she shrank back. Olivia scrabbled feebly across the floor until she reached a wall. Pressing herself against its solidness, she took a moment to survey her surroundings. To her surprise, she was met with another woman's concerned face.
Quickly, she glanced around the room and registered the presence of several other women bearing varied injuries and restraints. Before she could ask a question, however, the woman crouched before her laid a hand on her arm and spoke.
"Shhh, it looks like they really hurt you. I am Katya and these are the other women who have been kidnapped by these men. What is your name?" She looked young, much younger than Olivia. She had pale blonde hair which hung limply over her shoulders and spoke with a heavy Russian accent.
Olivia gave Katya her name but was interrupted as the door slammed open once again. Katya shrunk away from the sneering man who entered menacingly, crawling to join her comrades huddled in the far corner. Olivia remained in her place; even crawling made the pain in her ruined feet almost too intense to bear. Besides, she had no intention of giving these humps the satisfaction of willingly showing weakness. She was Olivia Benson, after all. She still had some fight left in her.
Smiling evilly at the defiance flashing in his captive's brown eyes, the bulky man leaned down to wrap a meaty hand around the short chain bolted to her collar. As if she weighed nothing, he hefted her into the air until they were eye to eye. Her feet dangled uselessly over the floor and she grimaced at the stench of his foul breath wafting over her face.
"We were going to keep you for a little more training but I think our guests might appreciate something with a little fire tonight. Most of our product is so docile once they've been trained. I think we'll just let you have your debut tonight." He laughed cruelly in her face before he dropped her once again to the concrete. Her eyes rolled a little as pain exploded in her feet but she fought against it. There was no way that she was going to black out and let this bastard have his way without a fight.
He returned to kneel on the concrete beside her and dropped a variety of items with a clatter. With a shove, Olivia was pushed to lie on her face. She resisted with a growl, writhing away from his grasp but to no avail. He simply chuckled and dragged her back to lie before him as he seized a length of chain. With one large hand, he wrestled her arms together at the elbow and wrapped the chain about them until every movement caused the bones to grind against each other.
As he held her mercilessly pressed against the cement, Olivia hissed and spat at him. He ignored her and her beseeching eyes turned to the women huddled together at the opposite side of the room. They stared with wide eyes at the scene before them but were unmoved. From their lack of reaction, Olivia could only assume that this was not the first time they had witnessed another woman manhandled. Though a small voice in Olivia's mind begged them to help her, to at least try to resist these bastards, the cop in her was almost glad. No matter what happened to her, at least she could still protect and serve.
The rattle of more chains interrupted her thoughts and forced her back to reality. Her captor had bent her knees and brought her ankles up to press against the base of her thighs. With the same lack of mercy, he lashed each ankle to the corresponding thigh, looping chains around her bound limbs and locking them in place.
With practiced movements, he dragged her to rest on her knees despite her hissing and struggling. The item that he picked up, however, make Olivia choke on her own resistance. He held a black leather hood, the type that would allow her no sight. Real fear touched her heart like a stabbing icicle and she renewed her struggles in terror. So long as she could anticipate what was coming, Olivia retained some of her former confidence and defiance. Without her senses, however, she was afraid, more afraid than she had ever been.
He jerked the hood over her head, slapping her across the cheek as her struggles impeded his actions. Finally, the hood was snugly over her head and the laces pulled too tightly against her flesh. She saw only blackness and her sense of hearing was muffled. Even her breathing was restricted and she panted through her mouth, heart racing in terror. She strained to listen to the movements of her captor, to gain any clue about what was happening to her, but could hear only the rush of her own breathing and the roar of her pounding heart.
As she gasped and trembled, metal was shoved in between her teeth. She fought to shove it away, struggled to turn her head away from this unwanted intrusion, but earned herself only another sharp slap. Soon, her jaw began to be forced open by the dental gag that was firmly lodged behind her teeth. Her joints screamed in protest as the gag forced her jaw beyond its limits and tears began to wet the inside of the horrific hood. Jaw near to dislocation, limbs bound so tightly that meaningful movement was near impossible, Olivia felt her spirit begin to waver. Until this point, she had managed to nurture some small measure of hope. But now, as hands dragged her away, she felt her hope begin to die in earnest.
She was dropped to the ground after a long ride in some sort of vehicle. A violent yank on her leash caused her to fall forward but the insistent pulling did not cease. She was forced to crawl after a fashion, balancing on her cruelly bent knees and one shoulder pressed against the carpet. As she slowly progressed towards her unknown destination, she became gradually aware of the dull roar of crowds of people talking. Gradually, the roar changed and she realized that they were roaring with laughter and she could only assume that they were laughing at her, at the broken thing she had become. Her shame welled with each shuffling movement and hands began to touch her as she was nearly dragged through the crowd.
Finally, the drag on her leash was lessened and Olivia fought to catch her breath after her exertion. Her relative peace was short lived, however, as strong hands grasped her arms and shoulders. She was dropped to her knees and her reeling mind realized that something cold and large was positioned at the entrance to her vagina. Understanding what was about to happen, she resisted, throwing her body from side to side, struggling to escape the many hands that were now pawing at her body.
Her torturers were too strong, however, and soon they were pressing her down onto the phallus. As it entered her abused body, Olivia screamed. It was far too large and unforgiving as she was shoved onto it. She felt as if it would split her into two. Finally, she was released and she feebly tried to squirm away from the torturing device, but to no avail. Soon, her neck was bolted to the wall behind her and she could no longer make any movement but to gasp for breath as she sobbed into her hood and listened to the continuing roar of laughter.
Weakly, she sagged in her unrelenting bonds. The last glimmer of her hope died as she felt hands and more foreign metal probing her anus. Even as the metal slid brutally inside her, Olivia hardly responded, too despairing to continue her exhausting and useless resistance.
Agony ripped along her nerves and her body stiffened involuntarily, arching violently against the chains holding her in place. The pain radiated from the probe her captors had inserted into her anus, which she realized was feeding electrical shocks into her sensitive flesh. As the anguish subsided, Olivia slumped trembling against the wall and more tears poured from her eyes to dampen the leather. It was too much, too much for her to bear.
Dimly, as another shock ripped through her body, she sensed hands grasping her head. As she convulsed, a soft penis was shoved into her mouth and she choked as the unknown man thrust until he finally came and pulled away. Too soon, before she had even regained her breath, it was replaced by another and then by another. As she was used as some sort of sex toy, Olivia continued to sob weakly and her senses slowly shut down. This was like one of the nightmares that so often woke her from fitful sleep. Only, this was no nightmare.
When Olivia finally felt hands unlocking her collar from the wall, she was too weak to even respond, too tired to put up a fight. She was limp in their hands as they hauled her back to her prison. They tore the hood from her head and ripped the painful gag from her mouth. She worked her jaw gingerly and slowly regained feeling as they threw her to the concrete floor.
She lolled in a heap as a bent knee appeared in her field of vision. "You were a very good girl tonight and good girls get rewards," he drawled and Olivia felt the familiar unwanted prick in her arm. Laughing, he stood as the drugs seemed to burn her from the inside out. "I'll be back to start your training tomorrow, cunt. Sleep well."
Groaning feebly, Olivia curled more tightly though each movement made her aching limbs cry out in pain. They had removed the gag but the chains contorting her body remained. She could hardly feel her hands or even the familiar shooting pains from her ruined feet. Instead, it was if her entire body had been transformed into a being of agony and, exhausted, she let her eyes roll back as the drugs and nightmares took hold. Before she was completely gone, she dimly took in the forms of the young women she had seen earlier in the day. She whimpered softly, hoping that one of them would come to help her but they simply stared with wide eyes and made no move towards her. Whimpering again, Olivia let her cheek rest against the blessedly cool cement and let her mind fall away from reality.