I am brought back to the facility and Mr. Paisely fills out the paperwork and surveys as to how much he enjoyed my "services." I am taken away from him and taken not back to my cell, but to a station in one of the back rooms. I am brought to a steaming hot tub, made to lay in it, and my hands are bound to a bar above my head.
Once I am positioned how they want me, a crew comes in and washes me head to toe, throws me into a white T-shirt for the time being and I am carted off to another part of the building. This part has rows of tables, the employees strap me to one and affix different things onto the table.
They brush my teeth and run a blue light over my body, parts of my skin light up and they flock to those areas, spraying me with cold bottles of funny smelling liquid, washing me with cloths and then turning their attention to the brightest lit path of skin, my lower lips.
They bring out a special tool that I can only hope they don't insert into me. It is a cart with many different sized objects and attachments. They employee set to clean me first takes a curved shaped object, and inserts it. It is small, only about a half inch in diameter. It does not bother me too much until he hits the button that turns it on.
Water shoots into me and sprays out, it is the most humiliating feeling and thing that I have gone through so far. He swirls the tool around, I feel it's curve hitting the different parts of my insides, and then once I am rinsed out internally he takes another tool.
This one is a brush. he coats it with something in a bottle, which foams up, and then inserts this as well. He gives me a second to adjust to it, as it is bigger, and then moves it in and out, letting the suds clean me. The bristles are soft, so it does not hurt, only has some sort of tickle feeling.
He then takes the biggest thing on the cart and turns it on. He squirts something onto it, and then slides it inside me in place of the other two. It is big and long, it hurts going in. I clench my teeth but don't say a word as it twirls and twists inside me, drying the excess water that was squirted in. It is a short brief uncomfortable feeling before the employee slides it out.
He takes one last thing from the cart, which is in a basket full of several others of the same thing. It is long and has a rounded tip, resembling a cock, only without a head. He polishes it off, and then inserts it into me, adjusting the straps around my legs so that it stays on. I give the employee a questioning look as to why this one has straps.
"To keep you horny, so you are never dry," he says and turns it on. The thing pulses with vibration and squirts a small amount of liquid out of the tip.
The employee helps me off the table and escorts me back to my cell. "Keep that on," he says. "If you take it out an alarm will go off and we'll insert something a little more uncomfortable."
"Why do I need this?" I ask. I see no reason for this to be inside me all the time. No one else is wearing one, so why should i need to.
"The last person you had complained he had a hard time getting you wet. This is to train you to be more responsive."
I try to tolerate this feeling and I don't notice any wetness between my legs. How long do I have to have this stupid thing in? I have no idea. The guard takes two things out of his pocket. "Almost forgot," he says pulling them out. They are small circular objects with suctioncups, little clamp looking things encased in rubber and a switch. He reaches under my shirt and attaches on to each nipple and turns them on. The clamps clamp down on my nipples and massage gently while the whole machine vibrates. I admit it does feel good and the feeling resonates in my groin.
"Alright, in your cell, just lay down and try to relax, when everything builds up, just let go," the man says, and assists me in my cell. What does he mean? When everything builds up let go? What? I have no idea what he's talking about.
I do as I'm told and lay on the bed and try to relax. The little machines are heaven on my nipples, and I feel the wetness soaking me down below. I relax and try to concentrate just on the feeling, but my awareness of other women in different cells around me prevents me from that. I have the faintest feeling of pressure building and I think the vibrator inside me is started to ease a little. It's an odd feeling.
I breathe heavily and take deep breaths. I feel myself relaxing deeply before a shadow covers the light in my cell. It opens and a rough looking guard opens the door and steps inside. Coming towards me.
"Come on, your wanted in the showroom," he says handling me roughly. He grabs the straps to the device hooked between my legs and rips the thing out of me, hanging it on a hook on the wall. He unfastens the nipple simulators, grasps my hands and binds them once more. When I try to resist he grabs my hair, hooks a chain to the ties on my hands and leads me to the showroom where I have been twice already.
I am in the same room with different women, as always being shown around like livestock. The man behind the window smirks and seems to keep his eyes on me the most, so it's no surprise when I am chosen. Instead of into the decision room where the customers usually meet their playmate, I am taken to another room in this god-forsaken place. This one looks like a torture chamber. A bed, walls lined with different whips and chains, a wall with cuffs attached to it, a table with cuffs, bars and much more.
I'm stripped of all my clothes, the tie on my arm is cut, a collar is hooked around my neck, and I am cuffed to the wall. I wait and wait and wait. Finally the door opens and I am face to face with the scruffy man who chose me. I feel this will be a horrible experience, more horrible than Mr. Paisley by far.
He walks over to me with a sly grin and starts to unbutton his shirt, never once taking his eyes off of my body. "I'm going to have fun with you," he says pulling his arms out of his sleeves. I panic as he walks over to the wall with all the whips and cloths. He selects a red whip and tie. He sets them on the table with cuffs and then walks over to the other wall and selects a tool that looks like a trailer hitch only smaller. He sets this on the table with cuffs as well and then wanders over to me.
He starts to undress, taking off his clothes until nothing is left. He turns his attention to me, his snake green eyes on mine as he uncuffs me from the wall and kisses me hard, pushing me into the wall hard.
"Oh, the things I'll do to you," he says and hits my sex. I yelp and he grows harder against my thigh. "Come," he says leading me over to the table and bending me over. "I only have an hour before i go back to work, this will be quick, but oh so good," he tells me as he cuffs my hands to the table and my feet to cuffs attached to the floor. I am bent over the table like a child, humiliated.
"Now, I'm going to spank you, and you're going to like it. Every time I hit you too hard I want you to say Mile, got it?" I nod my head and he responds by taking the whip in his hand and smacking me hard, the bite from the whip stinging my bottom. I yelp, which makes him hit me harder.
"Mile!" I yell and he hits me harder still, I yell it again, and he hits me harder, raining blows on different parts of me, my bottom, the end of my spine, the inside of my knee, my sex. He hits me a total of eight times, before shoving the metal thing that looks like a trailer hitch into my mouth and telling me to lick it. I do as he tells me and run my tongue along it, he watches me and strokes his erection, then takes the thing out of my mouth.
"Relax," he says, I try my best to as he walks behind me with the hitch in hand. He massages my ass and then with one swift movement shoves the hitch inside my behind. I yell and he smacks me.
"Hush little whore, what not used to having something shoved up your ass? Well guess what you better get used to it." He smacks my ass once more and then moves to the front of the table where I am. He runs his hand along his length and puts it dangerously close to my mouth.
"Suck," he demands and shoves his cock in my mouth the minute I open it. I gag and tears run down my face but he doesn't care. He thrusts his length further into my mouth and makes me run my tongue over him and suck him.
"How does it feel having my huge cock in your mouth?" he says as he thrusts slowly in and out of my mouth. "Mmm I wan't your jaw aching by the time I'm done with you." He continues to thrust and pulse inside of me as he grasps his sack and plays with it. This is horrible and humiliating. I can't believe this is my life. Finally when i think my jaw is about to break from being open too long he pulls out of my mouth and smacks me lightly across the face. It doesn't hurt at all, it's more startling than anything.
His fingertips glide on the table as he walks along the length of my body down to the other end of the table. He stands behind me for a long time and I can't tell what he is doing. He stands there for an eternity, then, in one quick move, he pulls the tool out of my bum and almost simultaneously i feel the full feeling of his shaft inside me. He is big and wide, much bigger than Mr. Paisley. I don't have time to adjust to this horrible man's length before he starts pounding away inside me. Going in at different lengths and angles, I can't keep up.
He pounds furiously into me, and I'm sure I'll be sore tomorrow. "Yeah, you like that don't you?" he says and grabs my hair and pulls upwards. I can't help it, I yell, which only causes him to go faster and harder, increasing his speed until he spills his load into me and I'm left dripping.
He says no more as he pulls out of me and cleans himself up, then dresses. He exits the room and I am left naked and revealed in the room, still tied to the table. I stand there and think about what just happened. I can feel the ache between my legs. I am ashamed. I should have killed myself when i was still alive and free. As of now i am as good as dead. I'm sure someone has a thing for dead people anyway.
I can't help it wen tears surface and I sob uncontrollably into the hard wood. I stand there bound for several minutes, and then the door opens and I am retreieved, cleaned up again, and then put back into my cell like a dog.