Chapter One: Late for a Date

 

It was already 6 pm but Nadine was not even close to being ready. It was her boss's fault - that fat ugly blob of a man called her in to discuss her performance just as she was getting ready to leave. It was a Friday, for crying out loud, and she had even come in early that day so that she could finish up her work and leave early. Now she was late for her date.

 

She pulled on her black lace panties, which were Dirk’s favourites, as she texted her date that she is running late. Dirk had already texted her minutes ago that he had reached the restaurant. She slipped on the matching black lace bra, pulling the straps over her shoulders and clasping it in the back before smoothing the lace over her chest. Even though she was in a hurry, she couldn’t help but admire herself in the mirror for a second.

 

Her friends and even her sister were jealous of her breasts – firm C cups that didn’t even need a bra to hold them in place, with perfect pink nipples and a 45/55 profile. Her breasts were something she was proud of, which is why she had chosen the black silk top with the plunging neckline to show off her cleavage. Her ample butt was not something she was proud of though, and she winced as she stepped in to the tight red pleated skirt.

 

It took her another 15 minutes to blow dry her hair, carefully adjusting the fringe so that the hair fell across her forehead in that carefree way that Dirk found so adorable. Still, she was worried about his quick temper as she carefully slid on her sheer black nylon stay-up stockings, making sure were no runs. As she hurriedly put on her red heels, she received an annoyed text from Dirk asking where she was.

 

Dirk was a good catch, even though he had a quick temper. They had already quarrelled many times during their six-month relationship. As a junior partner in a law firm, he was already earning a six-figure salary, and therefore, her golden ticket to a better life – and telling that blob of a boss to stuff it one fine day.

 

Getting a cab on a Friday evening wasn't an easy task either. The stupid German taxi unions blocked services like Uber, which meant she had to call multiple different cab companies to see if they have a car free. The first two cab companies she called had no free cabs, and the third promised a cab to her door in 15 minutes. It arrived in 25 minutes. She sent text after text apologizing to Dirk, promising him she is just minutes away. His replies were getting terse, and she could sense that the evening is not going to go very smoothly.

 

Just as she dreaded, the traffic was horrible. The Vier-Eichehnhau Tunnel leading to Stuttgart city centre was completely blocked, and traffic was backed up for kilometres. It took another 45 minutes to reach the middle of Stuttgart and the cab was practically stationary on Hauptstaetterstrasse. Her texts to Dirk were not even being answered anymore. She paid the cab driver and got off at the corner of Leonhardsplatz, and started walking along the tiny streets towards Rosenstrasse where the fine dining restaurant was located.

 

She had to pass through the Bohnenviertel, the red-light district of Stuttgart. The ladies of the night were coming out in to the streets in the dimming light. She noted with embarrassment that many of the East-European prostitutes walking along the streets were dressed in a similar fashion to her. She saw men eyeing her appreciatively and leering at her. At one point a large black Mercedes pulled up alongside her and the passenger side window started rolling down before she hurried away.

 

She was out of breath and her feet were aching from the long walk in those abominable heels when she reached the restaurant, where the Maître D’ informed her that Herr Maier had already left, and handed her a boxed meal that he had paid for. Embarrassed and exhausted, Nadine left the restaurant, and walked aimlessly along the road. She spotted a homeless man sitting on the pavement wreathed in Marijuana smoke, and left the paper bag with the boxed meal with him, practically running away as he tried to hassle for a few Euros as well.

 

A few minutes later, she realized she had walked right in to the heart of the red-light district, and that she was standing in front of the notorious bordellos and night clubs like Maxim, the Tuermle and Nonne Bar, with rough looking men leering lecherously at her and the working girls shooting poisoned glances at her.

 

Nadine startled as she felt someone tugging at her sleeve. It was a short, plump man with a mohawk and an earring, wearing a shiny purple jacket. He appeared irritated and angry.

 

"Hey, if you are gonna work this turf, you need to rent a room from me", he glared at her.

 

"N-n-no, no, I am not... I am just..."

 

"Listen, bitch. If you rent from Dieter you stay near the flower shop. If you rent at Tuermle, you bloody well stay there. This area is for girls who rent from me, you understand? Try to pick up here again, and I'll hurt you bad, DO YOU UNDERSTAND, YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH?"

 

Nadine was too shocked to respond. Her life so far could not quite be described as sheltered, but being threatened bodily harm by a pimp was a rather novel and a frightening experience for her. Her brain was screaming "run!!" but her feet stayed rooted to the sidewalk.

 

"Is this man troubling you, Miss?" sounded a rough voice behind her. Before she could answer, the man to whom the voice belonged to deftly moved over to the pimp, grabbed the front of his jacket, and whispered something to his ear. The pimp swallowed, nodded, and as soon as his jacket was released, hurriedly melted in to the shadows.

 

"Now that's taken care of," said the man, turning to Nadine. "Now tell me, what is a girl like you doing in this part of the town alone at night? I can tell you are not a working girl."

 

"I... I am... it's a long story," stammered Nadine, her voice still shaking from fear and her face burning with embarrassment. "I need to get home."

 

"Of course, of course," said the man, "But first, let me buy you a drink and help you calm your nerves." Without waiting for an answer from her, he took her elbow and guided her down the street. Nadine was still in a daze – from the mad scramble to the restaurant, the fact that Dirk left without even messaging her, being accosted by a pimp in the middle of the red-light district, and the relief at being rescued – and simply just allowed herself to be led. The man made a couple of turns, and motioned her in to a small, seedy looking cafe along Weberstrasse, sandwiched between neon-lighted Bordellos.

 

Before she could even protest, she was pushed in through the heavy curtains covering the doorway.

 

Chapter Two: A Night Forgotten

 

The inside of the cafe was painted a gaudy red, with red table tops and faux leather chairs. It was also completely empty - a fact that relieved and scared Nadine at the same time. She didn't want to be seen in a cafe in this area by anyone she knew, but she didn't like the idea of being alone in the cafe with someone she didn't even know.

 

There was no one behind the bar. "Andrei!" yelled the man, who had brought her here. "Tashchi’ tvoyu zadnitsu syuda."

 

The language was not familiar to Nadine. It sounded east European - maybe Russian. She suddenly realized what a stupid thing she had done, following this man here.

 

"Umm... thanks for the offer, but I don't need a drink. I want to go home now, please."

 

"Oh, come now, I hardly know you, but I saved you from that thug. That was a big risk, no? The least you could do is to have one small drink with me."

 

"I... umm... ok, just one drink. Then I really need to go home."

 

A tall, thin man, most likely the owner, emerged from the back of the cafe. "Ch’yo ty oryosh', suka blyad?" he glared at the man.

 

"Get this lady a nice drink, Andrei", said the man, "She just got herself lost here in this bad area."

 

Without even asking what she wanted, the owner of the cafe walked over to the bar, took a bottle out of a locked cupboard, and poured something greenish into a shot glass. He poured another glass from a clear white bottle with Russian letters on it, sprinkled some black pepper on it. Without a word, he brought both glasses to their table, handed the green drink to Nadine, and the clear one with pepper floating on it to the man.

 

"This is how we drink Vodka in Russia," said the man, confirming her suspicions about his origin, "we put some pepper on it to absorb all the toxins that get in during the distilling. Now, to your health!" He tapped the bottom of the glass on the table to get the floating pepper to sink to the bottom.

 

She sipped the drink. It tasted strongly herbal and bitter, and was a bit strong. "That's very good herbal liquor. Andrei keeps a special bottle for me," smiled the man. "Now drink it up, and I'll help you to get a ride home."

 

She smiled nervously back, and downed the drink in one gulp. "Ok, now can I go home?"

 

The man downed his Vodka after her. "Of course, of course. Let me call a taxi for you." He took out his phone, and started dialling.

 

Nadine realized suddenly that the red walls of the cafe were pulsating... as if they were alive. The spot-lights embedded in the ceiling were staring at her... as if they were eyes. And indeed, they were eyes... they were winking at her. She tried to stand up, unsteadily, but at that moment, the gravity reversed, and the floor of the cafe became a wall. She felt the man catching her as she fell. And the lights went out.

Chapter Three: Awakening

 

Sounds... strange warbly, trilling sounds... The sound of birds singing. It was cold. Her head was a pulsing ball of pain. Nadine struggled to open her eyes. Sharp light stabbed right through to her brain the moment she managed to get them open, so she closed them again. She tried to shield her eyes, but her hands wouldn't move. Neither would her legs. Was she paralyzed? A wave of panic swept over her, forcing her to open her eyes, blinking against the harsh light.

 

The light was coming from a small window, high up on the wall. The irritating sound of birds was coming through that window. She was in a small room, and the walls seemed to be made of wood. This was not her apartment in Ehningen. How did she get here?

 

She tried to sit up, and again, her limbs wouldn't obey. She lifted up her head, but had to close her eyes until the painful throbbing inside her skull subsided. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the reason why her limbs would not obey - she was lying on a thin mattress on a small wooden bed, and her wrists and ankles were bound with loops of red coloured rope to the bed frame.

 

The new rush of panic was so strong, it almost made her hung-over brain explode. Why was she tied down? What was happening to her? Nadine remembered only fragments of last evening (if it indeed was only last evening - her body felt like she has been dead for a century). Dirk abandoning her... then that man in the cafe... did she drink too much and do something stupid? Did she sleep with him? Was this some kinky game she agreed to play with him when she was drunk? Where the fuck was whoever it was that left her tied here?

 

"Hello!" she tried to yell, although what came out of her throat was a hoarse croak. "Who are you? Where am I? Come on, untie me. Hello?!!"

 

The chattering of the birds outside the window was her only answer. Not even a soft footfall or a rustle to indicate anyone had heard her or coming to help her. Her fear was slowly turning to anger - whoever it was that she had agreed to do this while drunk (although she couldn't think of why she would even agree to being tied up, even when drunk) had no right to leave her like this.

 

She realized that she was lying there fully dressed. If she had some kinky sex with someone, wouldn't she be undressed? Even if drunk, she would have taken off at least her stockings, because she wouldn't want them to run - they cost a lot of money. And now, her ankles were tied over the stockings, and she had slept in them - they must be ruined. That made her even angrier.

 

"Hey!! You!! Asshole!! Come on, untie me!! This is not funny!!" she yelled with newfound strength. No one answered, nothing stirred. "Shit," she thought. "What if I went home with some weirdo? Where is this place anyway? And when is he coming back?"

 

She realized her throat was parched. She needed some water. As soon as she thought about water, she became aware of the fullness in her bladder. She was used to waking up at 5:30 in the morning to prepare for her long commute, so she was used to emptying her bladder around that time. From the light streaming from outside, it was probably around 10 am, and her bladder was reminding her that it was way overdue, bitch!

 

She tried to forget about the demands of her bladder and tried to focus on how to free herself. She pulled at the ropes, but they were quite securely tied. They seemed to be very good quality rope, as they were not scratching her skin. However, each movement she made now made her acutely aware of the sloshing bulge in her lower abdomen, and the steadily losing battle her pelvic muscles were fighting to keep it contained.

 

The only way to take her mind off that urge was to distract herself. She slowed down her breathing the way the yoga instructor at the gym taught on Tuesdays, and turned her head slowly, to avoid making that throbbing headache worse, to inspect herself.

 

Her clothes were in good condition, a bit crumpled but complete, not damaged, no buttons missing. So, whatever took place last night probably didn't involve sex. To be sure, she clenched her pelvic muscles a couple of times, but the tell-tale soreness that might indicate that she had had sex recently was missing. That little investigation brought her mind back to the full bladder problem, so she changed her focus to getting herself free.

 

Each of her wrists was tied with loops of soft red cord. The ends of the cord from the left wrist were tied to the bed head on the left side, but the one from the right wrist was looped around what looked like an eye-bolt protruding from a grey metal box fixed to the wall. There was a red LED blinking on top of the box. Each of her ankles was tied to each side of the foot of the bed, just like her left wrist, leaving her spread-eagled on the bed.

 

Other than the bed, the only other things in the room were a cheap plastic storage box and a sheet of plywood with a bucket of water and two rolls of toilet paper set on it. The room had rather high walls, and the single window was close to the roof, on the wall facing the foot of the bed. It was small, and covered with a thick metal grille. There didn't seem to be any lights or electrical outlets. Now that her eyes had adapted to the bright light streaming from the window, she noticed another tiny red blinking light right next to the window. Squinting at it, she could make out what looked like a surveillance camera.

 

Anger surged through her. "You bloody pervert! I know you are watching me. Untie me at once!! As soon as I get out, I am calling the Police. You can't do this to me. I need to go to the bathroom, you asshole!!"

 

The anger and yelling tightened her abdominal muscles, and mentioning the delicate problem she was facing, brought her attention back to her full bladder. She was acutely aware of how tightly the waist band of her panties was pressing against her lower belly.

 

"Damn it! This is not funny!! This is a crime, you understand, you perverted bastard!!" she yelled, using what little slack the ropes allowed to slam her fists on the mattress to make her point. Dust rose up in clouds from the mattress, floating like fine specks of gold in the beams of light streaming from the window.

 

The first motes of dust started tickling her nose.

 

Chapter Four: Price of Freedom

 

"Oh, no, no, shit, no!" Nadine's brain screamed as the sneeze built up. She had never been very good at holding her bladder, and with the state of her bladder, she knew what would happen. She tried her best, crinkling her nose, holding her breath... and managed to stop the sneeze. She felt a huge relief as the itchy feeling in her nose subsided.

 

With the next breath she took, she inhaled more of the dust that was floating around. This time, there was no way to stop the sneeze.

 

"Aaatchooo!" the explosive sound of her sneeze reverberated in the small enclosed space. Before she could even realize what was happening, two more sneezes came one after the other. Then a pause. And another sneeze.

 

She felt the warm wetness in her groin that she knew would be there. Now that it had begun to empty itself, her bladder had a mind of its own. A steady stream of urine spurted from between her spread out thighs, wetting the black lace panties she had put on for a special night with Dirk, making a dark stain on the red pleated skirt, and soaking in to the mattress.

 

Her face burning red, Nadine closed her eyes and wished to wake up from this nightmare of embarrassment. With that camera up on the wall, someone was watching her wetting herself... worse, they could have been recording her, or streaming that video over the internet.

 

A soft metallic click sounded from the right side of the bed, and suddenly she could move her right hand.

 

She opened her eyes in surprise and found that the metallic eye-bolt like part attached to the metal box had opened, releasing the loop of rope threaded through it. Instead of the blinking red LED, there was now a steady green LED shining on the box.

 

Excitement surged through her. She could get free! She realized that she should first free her left hand. To reach it, she would have to partially turn to her left side. She turned, as the soggy skirt clung to her thighs, and the rapidly cooling puddle soaked in to the mattress made a disgusting squelching sound, as some of the piss dripped on to the floor below, and the rest started soaking the front of her skirt and top.

 

She could barely reach her left wrist, and the right ankle joint felt like it was going to get pulled apart as she tried to get a better angle. The knot was, however, mercifully simple, and after about 15 minutes of struggling in that disgusting puddle of her own making, she managed to get her left hand free.

 

She sat up on the bed, the urine squelching up around her and soaking the areas on the back of the skirt that had so far escaped. Untying a leg involved the kind of acrobatics one only sees in a circus. As each ankle was tied to each side of the bed, she had to bend over at the waist along her right thigh and reach out with her right hand to reach the knot.

 

This knot was a bit more complicated, and she had to take frequent breaks to assuage her screaming back. Her anger returned, knowing that some pervert behind the camera was enjoying her pain and humiliation. It took almost half an hour of struggling in a puddle of her own cold piss to release the right ankle. The left ankle was a piece of cake.

 

She jumped out of the bed the moment she was free, and untied the length of rope still dangling from her right wrist. Her disgustingly cold wet skirt clung to her thighs, and dripped along the back of her thighs. Every time she moved, the wet panties squelched, reminding her of the humiliation she had just undergone.

 

Nadine's first impulse was to get to the door and get out of here. The door was solid wood and had no keyhole and no door handle. It was a very simple door designed to be pushed from inside. She pushed the door. It budged for just a few millimetres before it stopped. She tried several times before she realized that it is probably barred from outside. How on earth had she got herself in to this?

 

After banging her fists on the door in frustration (and stopping when she realized she was simply hurting herself), she looked around the room. Other than the surveillance camera mounted over the barred window, there were several small round holes on the walls capped by shiny plastic that were also probably fixed cameras. Over the head of the bed was also another surveillance camera that she had not noticed before. Whoever these bastards were, they had grand stand seats to anything she would do. As she moved through the small room, she realized that the two surveillance cameras were tracking her.

 

The wet skirt clinging to her thighs and the wet panties irritated her. But with the cameras watching, there was nothing she could do about it. She walked over to the toilet paper rolls stacked on the floor, picked up a roll and wiped her thighs the best she could, but the rough, cheap paper was not very absorbent, and stuck to her skin. As she stepped on the sheet of plywood where the toilet paper rolls were stacked on, there was a hollow sound. When she pushed away the sheet, she saw a small hole cut in to the wooden floor, and a fetid stench arose from that hole. She quickly covered it up, as she realized that it is a crude toilet. The sight of it created a crushing feeling of despair in her, as she realized that this cabin was really meant to hold someone for a long period of time... and she probably was not the first.

 

Chapter Five: Sinking Realization

 

With that sinking feeling in her belly, she looked around the room, and the plastic storage box caught her eye. It looked like a cheap IKEA box, dark blue in colour, with a white lid. She knew she should look in it - there has to be a reason why it was there. However, after seeing that crude toilet, and the implications it conveyed, she was scared to look in to the box. She wanted desperately to believe that her situation is some sort of practical joke, and the contents of that box might tell her the reality, for which she was not prepared at all.

 

Still, there was nothing else in the small room. Just the bed, wet with her piss, that awful toilet, the ever-watching cameras and the box. Reluctantly, she shuffled over to the box, hesitated, and then opened the box.

 

Inside were some folded clothes, a few items wrapped in shopping bags, and a folded piece of paper lying on top of the clothes. She took the piece of paper with trembling hands and opened it. It was a note, printed out on a laser printer.

 

"Hello Cunt. By now you may have realized that you are being held against your will. One of our people saw you on the street and decided that you will be a good slut to turn in to a living fuck-doll for our rich middle-eastern and east-European clientele. Yeah, you may be a dirty slut already, or one of those high and mighty bitches, or a desperate little social climber - we don't give a fuck. We turn you in to useful merchandise.

 

We will break you, and make you do the most perverted things as you have never imagined. As you may have realized, your journey is also being streamed in real-time to customers who pay to subscribe to our "entertainment channels." Cooperate or resist - they will love it either way.

 

You will be fed twice a day. A bell will ring and a blue light will flash when you are about to be fed. The system is so simple, even you will understand it.

 

Most things you want or need will have to be earned. In order to be released from the ropes you were bound with, you had to piss yourself. Similarly, most of those wants and needs will have a task attached to them.

 

Now, you may put on these clothes, or stay in your piss-soaked clothes. We don't care either way."

 

Yes, opening the box really did confirm her worst fears. This was a nightmare. Surely people were noticing she was missing. Surely Dirk was trying to call her. Where was her phone? Where was her purse? She was supposed to go shopping with Jana and Sabine this afternoon (if this really was the next day after that disastrous date with Dirk) - surely, they will call the Police. She will definitely be rescued soon. In fact, the Police might already be on their way... if they knew where she was. If someone would tell them her description and the description of the man who took her. Then it dawned on her that probably not a single person skulking about in that red light district would be willing to talk to the Police.

 

The cold, wet clothes clung uncomfortably to her body, stinking of urine and sweat. There was no privacy in this place, with all these cameras watching her, but she really needed to get out of these clothes. Not only were they disgusting, but they kept reminding her of the humiliation she had been subjected to.

 

Reluctantly, she reached out to the folded clothes.

 

Chapter Six: Change of Clothes

 

Nadine unfolded the garment, and something fell out. It was a neatly folded pair of panties. The dress was a thin cotton tube dress that seemed too small for her. The panties were white cottons as well, and the faded stains at the crotch told her that they had already been used by someone, although they seemed to be freshly washed.

 

She dropped the panties back in the box with an expression of disgust. She wasn't always the hygiene queen, and sometimes re-used a pair of worn panties without washing when she ran out, but those were her own panties. Wearing a pair of panties worn by someone else (who had stained it with God knows what), even when it has been washed, was disgusting.

 

She turned around to see which angle would offer her the most privacy. Although she could turn her back to the two surveillance cameras, the "holes in the wall" always had a good view of her. The corner where the toilet was seemed to have even more embedded cameras. In the end, she chose the corner between the foot of the bed and the door. She held the dress with her teeth - she didn't want to keep it on the floor, as picking it up meant bending over and exposing herself to the array of cameras on the opposite walls.

 

She first unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor with a soggy thud. She then wriggled out of her soggy, sticky panties and contemplated what to do with her nylons - the ones she had bought using the Breuninger gift card she got from her sister for Christmas. She would have preferred to keep them on, but they were wet and they might get ruined if she kept on wearing them - although a tiny corner of her brain reminded her that she had bigger problems than worrying about runs on her Wolfords.

 

She detached the silicone lining from her skin and carefully peeled off each stocking. She was aware that she was still quite exposed to the pervert's cameras, but for some illogical reason, preserving those nylons were a priority. Somehow her brain had fixated on those as a distraction or a sign of normalcy.

 

Next, she took off her top, which was difficult, as she was holding the dress with her teeth. She also had to make sure the piss-soaked front of the top did not touch her face. She did not want to remove the bra (to at least retain some dignity), and pulled the dress on.

 

The dress really was tight, and getting it over her bra covered chest was tough. It pressed hard down on the bra, making her wish she had taken the bra off. The dress hardly reached a couple of inches below her hips, and stopped right at the level of her crotch.

 

Nadine had always been self-conscious about her pussy. She had small outer lips, and very long and thick inner lips that protruded out. Since puberty she had been ashamed of those "meat curtains", as she had heard them referred to in the porn movies she watched occasionally. Due to that shame, she was not even comfortable with a guy going down on her - not that most of them did anyway. But now, they were clearly visible, hanging down beneath the hem of the dress.

 

She sighed, went back to the box and picked up the panties. At least they were washed. With a bit of revulsion, she put them on. At least that shameful part of her anatomy was now hidden. The bra felt too constricting. She undid the bra and slipped it out, sighing with relief. As she bent down to place the bra on the top of the box, her nipples brushed against the tight fabric, lightly provoking them.

 

She placed her skirt and nylons on the box lid to dry. As soon as they were dry, she would change back. As she was picking up the top, she smelled food... delicious smell of barbecued meat, reminding her that she had not eaten since lunch the previous day. Her stomach growled as her mouth flooded with saliva.

 

She heard a sound outside, a scraping followed by a thud. It came from near the door. "Hello!" she yelled. "Can anyone hear me? Hello! Open this door. Let me out!! Whoever you are, I won't tell the Police. Just let me go, ok? Please!"

 

The sound of a bell rang out, and a blue light hidden near the ceiling of the corner between the bed and the door began to flash. She heard a low rumbling noise, and saw that a small panel of the wall near that corner (right where she had changed clothes) was opening outwards, revealing a hole about half a meter high and around the same width.

 

Chapter Seven: Feeding Time

 

Delicious smell of food wafted in from the hole, which was at ground level. it was simply a section of the wall at floor level that had opened out, somewhat like a cat flap in a door. It was dark inside the hole, so obviously it didn't open to the outside - there must be another room on that side of the wall.

 

Nadine knelt at the hole and looked in. It was not a room, but sort of a large box built on to the wall, a bit like a coal cellar. On the roof of the box there seemed to be a door opening to the outside because she could see the outside light through the outline of the door. On the floor there was a low metal bowl piled with bite sized strips of roasted meat and chunks of potato. The bowl was chained to the wall, so she could not drag it in to the room. There was also a plastic canister hanging upside down from the wall in a metal frame, with what seemed like a short rubber hose with a teat attached to the end of the hose, and drops of water were dripping from it.

 

They obviously wanted her to eat like an animal from the bowl. With defiance in her blood, she went and got a roll of toilet paper, tore a few squares from it and laid them out in a neat pile. Then she squatted at the hole, reached in with her hands, took a piece of meat and took a bite. It was delicious, and generously salted, In Schwabian and Bavarian cuisine a lot more salt is used than what most of the world is used to. She delicately wiped her fingers, and reached in again. While having some food to satisfy her hunger was good, foiling the plans of these perverts gave her great pleasure.

 

It took her less than fifteen minutes to finish the plate, and she realized that part of the reason why she had got drunk so quickly last evening and why she was having a bad headache was also because she had been starving. She hadn’t had a bite to eat since lunch the previous day.

 

She wiped her fingers on the squares of toilet paper and neatly disposed of them in the toilet. It was then that she realized that she badly needed a drink of water. The well-salted food intensified her thirst. These bastards had thought of everything.

 

There was no way to get around it. She would have to put her head in the hole. But doing so would mean she would need to get down on all fours, and push her head in, which means her ass would be pushed up high, and that short dress she was wearing would ride up and expose everything. That was when she felt a little bit grateful for those used panties. At least they won't see more than what would be seen at a beach, maybe.

 

She knelt at the hole and pushed her head in. As she expected the dress rode up to her hips and exposed her ass and crotch covered in the panties. The hole was too narrow for her to put both her head and a hand inside, so she had to hunt with her lips to locate the hose. She grabbed the teat with her lips and started to suck. The water was fresh, cold and delicious.

 

There was a soft whirring sound, and then with a metallic clang, something fastened around her neck. Two metallic half circles attached to metal poles had emerged from the top and bottom of the box and trapped her head in. She struggled in panic, but realized she would not be able to move out at all until this metal collar was loosened.

 

Chapter Eight: Preparation

 

She heard the thud of footsteps behind her, followed by lightly muffled ones. There was a creak and the door slammed shut. Nadine tried to reach behind her and pull that too-short dress down to cover her decency, but the fabric was way too short, and in her current position, it was hardly covering her buttocks.

 

The light footsteps skittered about the room, and she heard the plastic storage box lid being put back in place, while the heavy ones slowly walked up to her and stopped.

 

"Come over here," a gruff voice behind her commanded. Nadine was confused. Her neck was secured by this metal ring, and there was no way she could move. Then the light footsteps hurried over, and she realized the gruff voice was not speaking to her.

 

"Prepare this thing for me," commanded the voice. Almost immediately she felt her dress being pushed up, and she started struggling, trying to pull away.

 

A sharp smack sounded behind her, the sound of flesh hitting flesh. "Restrain it first, dumb cunt!" yelled the gruff voice. "Yes, Sir," a meek, soft, female voice sounded, and the light footsteps scurried away and returned a few moments later.

 

"Please don't resist. Or it will be bad for both of us," the soft feminine voice urged, as Nadine felt her wrists being wrapped together in a loop of rope. Another sharp smack sounded, accompanied by a painful gasp. "Stop talking to it, you stupid fuckhole!"

 

Fear coursed through Nadine's blood as her wrists were bound together, followed by ankles. Now she was trussed up, with her ass in the air and her head secured by a metal ring inside a wooden box, leaving her completely helpless. She felt soft fingers pushing her dress up once more - and this time she was powerless to resist. The fingers hooked around the waist band of her panties and gently pulled them down to the mid thighs. Nadine's face burned with the humiliation of being exposed like this, with the cameras watching.

 

Like most Germans, Nadine had no issues with nudity. She was raised in a culture that did not regard their bodies as something to be ashamed of, unlike most British and Americans. She would often sunbathe nude in her balcony, like many of her neighbours. When she visited Roman style baths so popular in Germany, like the Mineraltherme Boeblingen in the town next to hers, she relished the freedom of being "textile free" - a designation that these spas used to warn prudish foreigners that they should, gasp, expect to see naked people should they walk in. Nudity was liberating and enjoyable in that relaxed, mixed-gender environment.

 

However, this was not nudity. This was the lack of dignity. This was being helplessly exhibited like an object. Her face was burning, and she was glad that at least that part of her was not exposed. Then she realized that it was not just her face that was burning. Her exposed private areas were getting warm... she was used to the feeling - this is what she feels when she is with a man and his hands are roaming all over her, or when she watches something erotic on her laptop at home and feels like getting her "toy" out to play. Yes, she was getting aroused. And that was even more humiliating.

 

Nadine tried desperately to stop that feeling of arousal, knowing that soon she would be visibly wet. Just the idea of how humiliating it would be somehow seemed to make the arousal stronger. What happened next made it impossible to stop.

 

The soft fingers reached up to the top of the tube dress and gently pulled it down to Nadine's stomach, exposing her breasts. Released from their confines, her C-cup breasts hung down, with her light pink nipples hardening with her arousal.

 

Then she felt something she didn't expect. Something warm and wet sliding along her intimate area, slipping in to that narrow space between her outer lips, caressing those large inner lips she was so embarrassed of. Yes, she was not new to the pleasures of cunnilingus, but it was something she actively avoided doing with the men she had been with, mainly because of her embarrassment with those meaty inner lips. But now they were being caressed by a velvety soft touch, which made her shudder with electric jolt of pleasure, while the cognitive part of her brain screamed at her body for this treachery.

 

The soft fingers parted her buttocks and the caress of the tongue continued to that sensitive bridge just behind her pussy and then continued on and circled around her tightly closed anus. Nadine had never been licked there before. It was intensely pleasurable, but at the same time, incredibly humiliating. Nadine was now aware that most of the moisture glistening on her inner lips was produced not by the tongue that was pleasuring her, but by her own pussy which seemed to take on a mind of its own under this humiliation.

 

The hands left her buttocks, slid along her sides and found her perfect breasts as the tongue started exploring the space between her inner pussy lips, probing at the entrance to her vagina. A soft shuddering moan involuntarily escaped her tight control as the fingers squeezed her tiny, pointed nipples at the same exact moment as the tongue penetrated her opening.

 

Chapter Nine: Breaking In

 

As the tip of the tongue started exploring her inner depths, and soft, feminine lips pressed against her pussy lips, conflicting feelings swept through Nadine's brain. Oh god, it felt so good. No, it is bad because it is so humiliating to be trussed up like this and molested in front of cameras. But it felt incredibly good. Yuck, but it's a woman - another woman's lips and tongue were in her. But it was so fucking good. Can a woman really give another woman pleasure? Oh god, yes. But it is unnatural. Who cares when it feels so good? Whoever that woman was, she knew exactly where to go, and oh god, now that tongue has slipped out and exploring her clit!

 

Although her mind was confused, her body clearly wasn't. She would never have thought she would feel sexual arousal in a situation like this, and the strong signals of pleasure and the warmth spreading from her loins surprised her and embarrassed her at the same time. Oh god, her juices must be flowing in to that woman's mouth by now. What will she think of her? What will the people who are watching think of her?

 

In the end, the body won. With a strange, guttural moan of pleasure, Nadine's body announced its orgasm, even as her brain cringed in humiliation.

 

"Good work, cum-rag," spoke the rough voice, "you gave it an orgasm. Well done. Now get that filthy mouth over here and get me ready."

 

Get him ready? For what? Even as she was catching her breath from that incredible - no, that unnatural and dirty - orgasm, her brain tried to switch back to the analytical mode. To add to her shame, she felt a tinge of regret as those lips left her. Nadine tried to focus her mind on practical things to escape from the humiliation she had just endured - not that she liked what the words the man just spoke, implied.

 

Nadine heard a rustling behind her, followed by soft, slurping, slobbering sounds. She realized what the girl was doing - she was sucking the man's cock. He had ordered her to get him ready. Nadine instinctively knew what that meant - she was about to be raped.

 

She should be terrified. She should be trying to break free – but that might result in her breaking her own neck. She should be begging and pleading. However, her mind was strangely paralyzed. Having a girl lick her and having an orgasm from it was something she had never expected to happen in her life... and strangely, she was still craving for more. "All right, call it what it is, Nadine - you are horny", reminded her brain, unhelpfully.

 

The girl seemed to be picking up speed, making occasional gagging noises and making soft, mewling moans. She appeared to be enjoying herself. It surprised Nadine that she felt a twinge of jealousy that this girl had not made the same moaning sounds when she was licking her.

 

"Enough," said the man's voice. "It's time."

 

With a loud plopping sound, the sucking stopped. Nadine heard a shuffle behind her, then felt something touching her sides. She realized that the girl was standing over her, with the girl's legs on either side of her, straddling her. Then she felt the girl sitting on her back. Either the girl was very light - another twinge of jealousy, or she was deliberately sparing Nadine's back by supporting herself. Either way, Nadine was acutely aware that the soft, warm, wet thing touching her exposed back was the girl's pussy.

 

The girl's hands grabbed her lower buttocks and spread them apart, opening up Nadine's pussy. "Well, she has really big fuck flaps, doesn't she?" the man commented. Nadine cringed with shame, as the thing she was most insecure about was remarked upon so openly and in such crude language. "And she has a big ass too," continued the commentary - and there it was, the next thing she was self-conscious about. "This slut should fetch a good price from the sheikhs. They love big asses and long meat curtains."

 

"But first things first. Let's break her in."

 

"P..pl..please. Please stop. Please let me go. I'll give you money. I won't tell anyone. Please," Nadine's brain finally found her voice.

 

"AArghhhh!" her voice found its full volume as a sudden painful pressure almost ripped her pussy apart.

 

Chapter Ten: Disappointment

 

It came as a surprise, but it wasn't an entirely new experience for Nadine. She had a very tight pussy, which took some time to relax even if it were already wet. She preferred to call it a "nervous" pussy. In fact, some men she had had sex with, had even assumed that she was a virgin. This was why she preferred missionary position - it allowed her to control how the penetration went. She had sworn off doggy the day one drunken idiot had penetrated her this same way at a college party.

 

That's what this brute had done. He had shoved his cock right in to her without any consideration. "Aaah, that hurt! Stop it! You idiot!" she yelled.

 

Smack! Pain exploded on her right buttock, followed immediately by a slap to the left. Her eyes teared up at the pain and indignity.

 

"Shut up, fuckmeat!" growled the man, "speak another word and I'll make you regret you were born. Cunts don't speak unless spoken to. Understood?"

 

Nadine was confused. Should she answer him or not? Suddenly another pair of slaps landed on her already stinging buttocks. "Answer me!" demanded the man.

 

"Y..yes, Sir" managed Nadine between sobs. As she spoke, she could feel the painful stretching in her pussy diminish, as the man pulled out slowly. She sighed in relief. Now only the bulbous head of his cock remained inside her tightly clenched opening. And then without warning, he slammed in again.

 

"Mnnngghh!" Nadine bit back a cry, as the head of his cock slammed against her cervix, pushing her womb in to her stomach. This man was probably the biggest she had ever had. Even with her tight pussy, Nadine did enjoy sex with men who had large cocks - that painful stretching, if done right, was a precursor to pleasure. But this man was not being gentle.

 

The man repeated the pattern - a slow withdrawal followed by a rapid, merciless assault. As he continued, gradually increasing the tempo, Nadine felt her opening slowly relax, as it usually did... and to her surprise, her feelings of arousal returned, and began to make her wetter. Although she was still sobbing, the moans of pain that escaped her were slowly turning in to moans of pleasure.

 

As soon as she realized that, she bit her lip and made sure no sound escaped. She didn't want this ruthless man to know... to know... that she was... sort of... getting turned on by this brutal violation. Still, there was no hiding the wetness her traitorous pussy was producing. It made each thrust be accompanied by a liquid, slurping sound, and with each withdrawal, his cock pulled some liquid out, letting it slowly drip down her thighs. She felt that tingling feeling down below, which meant she was close to cumming. She didn't want to. It would be an admission that she enjoyed this treatment. But she wanted to. Oh god, yes, she wanted to.

 

And right at that moment, the cock left her. It took a moment before a disappointed moan escaped her lips. The girl's hands left her lower buttocks. She heard slurping sounds behind her and realized that the girl was sucking the cock again. The feeling of jealousy returned - this time because the girl had the cock Nadine wanted so much. With that, the pre-orgasmic feeling slowly ebbed.

 

"Enough. Now milk the whore while I finish."

 

Nadine felt the girl get off from her back, leaving a small moist patch on her back where the girl's pussy was touching her skin. Nadine wondered whether the girl was turned on by the humiliation she was going through, or whether it was simply due to sucking on the man's cock.

 

Her thoughts were interrupted by what the girl did next. Nadine felt the girl settling down beside her and leaning over her body. The girl's nipples dragged across her back as she leaned over, and Nadine could feel that the nipples were hard. The girl was definitely aroused. How could she get aroused, helping this monster abuse another woman?

 

The girl rested her upper body on Nadine's back, her breasts pressing against Nadine like soft, warm pillows. They weren't big, but Nadine could feel that the nipples were as big as thumbs. A mixed feeling of excitement and revulsion spread through Nadine simultaneously - she had never, ever, felt another woman's breasts on her, except by accident, and this was... indecent. However, at the same time, she felt comforted and secured by that soft touch. It felt like a little touch of kindness during the horror of her rape, which, truth be told, had turned her on, almost to the point of orgasm. So, horrible as it was, it had also been strangely arousing – to be used, without her being in control.

 

Nadine gasped in surprise as the girl's arms reached around her and cupped the base of her breasts. The girl then started squeezing her breasts hard, sliding the hands down gradually towards her areola. As the hands reached the small pink areolae, the girl's thumb and forefinger clamped tight around Nadine's tiny nipples, pinching them hard and pulling them down. "Aaawwww," a cry of pain involuntarily escaped Nadine's lips.

 

The girl continued milking her, oblivious to Nadine's pain. The man's hand's gripped her hips tightly as the cock ripped in to her again. He started off with rapid, deep penetrations, and at each thrust Nadine could feel his heavy balls slapping against her bruised pussy lips and clit. In spite of the pain from the milking and roughness of the penetrations, she felt her body responding, and felt the pre-orgasmic tension building back up.

 

Her moans turned to long, mewling sounds as her body prepared to experience the orgasm it was craving. However, the man suddenly pulled his cock out. "Mnnnnghh," Nadine couldn't prevent the sound of disappointment escaping her lips as the pleasure ebbed, and the pain of rough milking broke through.

 

The man cruelly repeated the pattern, bringing her to expertly to the edge of orgasm and then pulling out, waiting for that excitement to die. After three such abuses, the man gripped her buttocks hard, his nails digging in to her skin, and thrust hard inside her. Nadine felt the warm spurts erupting inside her, as a wave of disappointment and anger spread through her. She wasn't going to get her orgasm. And top of that, this animal had cum inside her.

 

Chapter Eleven: Exhaustion

 

The cock pulsated inside her, ejaculating the last remaining drops. A feeling of frustration flooded through Nadine, as the build up to her own orgasm ebbed. The frustration was followed by a rush of panic, as she realized she had not had her birth control pill this morning. Even when on the pill, she avoided unprotected sex on one-night stands, and even made Dirk cum on her body rather than inside her. Her brain did a quick calculation and informed her that since her last period ended just 5 days ago, she should still be safe, but the fear did not fade. She didn’t want to get pregnant. She definitely didn’t want to get pregnant by rape.

 

She was aware that the girl's hands were no longer tormenting her breasts. Her breasts felt very sore, and she was sure there would be bruises. That little bitch was squeezing them so hard. If she could get out of here, she would teach that bitch a lesson. Not sure how - Nadine had never been in a physical fight since childhood, but she would.

 

The man pulled his cock out of her with a jerk. Something warm trickled down her thigh, and with revulsion and embarrassment, she realized that it was his cum, leaking out of her. She tried instinctively to stop the leakage by squeezing her aching pussy sphincter shut. That made it worse. More cum squirted out of her with an embarrassing, liquid, farting noise. And there were bubbles - she felt them popping. Nadine had never been so ashamed in her life.

 

"Clean up on aisle two!" the man's laughter made her want to shrivel up and die. "Get over here, cum-rag. Clean this cow up."

 

She heard shuffling sounds behind her, and then felt something warm and wet tracing up the trail of cum oozing down her thighs. It didn't feel like a wet towel or sponge. With a shock, she realized what it was when it reached her pussy.

 

Just the thought of it made her want to hurl. She hated the taste of sperm. After the first couple of experiments in college, she had resolved never to allow a man to cum in her mouth. Yes, she did give blow jobs, and sometimes even enjoyed them a bit - mostly the feeling it gave her when she felt a man getting hard inside her mouth. It felt like validation of her attractiveness and skill when she could make a man get hard for her.

 

However, the thought of someone licking cum dripping out of another woman's pussy was disgusting. Yet, at the time, strangely exciting. The thought of the little bitch who mauled her breasts being forced to clean her with her tongue gave her a warm feeling of vindication. As the tongue cleaned out her nooks and crannies diligently, that warm feeling intensified, until Nadine realized that she is getting aroused again.

 

As the tongue neared the opening of her vagina, Nadine reflexively tightened her pelvic muscles. This was accompanied by a sharp pain from her abused and forcibly stretched sphincter, and another small gush of semen mixed with her own juices. The tongue hesitated while the man let out a loud guffaw of laughter. "Go on, what are you waiting for? I ordered you to clean her up," commanded the man, followed by a thud and a sharp intake of breath from the girl - that brute probably kicked her. The tongue resumed the task, but Nadine's arousal was already dampened. To avoid further humiliation, she tried as much as possible not to let any more fluid leak out.

 

"All right, that looks clean enough. Now finish up," came another order. Nadine felt the girl gently pull up her panties and cover up her abused, battered pussy, and she felt a sense of gratitude replacing the previous hostility. The girl also adjusted her dress, covering her aching breasts.

 

She heard the light foot prints scurrying about the room, and then she heard both of them leaving and the door slamming shut. "Hey, let me out of here!" she yelled. Her neck was still within the steel collar. Surely, they wouldn't leave her like this!

 

After what seemed like an eternity, she heard a soft whirring sound, and the two pieces of the steel collar retracted. Nadine crawled back from the opening where her head had been imprisoned and tried to stand up. Her legs were shaking and her knee and hip joints were on fire. She needed to hold on to the bed to get back on her feet. As she was getting on to her feet, the opening where the food bowl was closed with a thud. Not that she was going to put her head in there any time soon.