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PLEASE READ: Please read and enjoy my story but do not take my story as REAL
LIFE because it is only FICTION. No part of it is real, every thing portrayed in
this story is FICTION,it is only the product of my sick mind. If you cannot
distinguish between FICTION and REAL LIFE then please stop reading this story.
If you do read my story do not try to use my story as an excuse for any
despicable act you may perform.Take responsibility for your own actions. If you
do not understand this and can and cannot distinguish FICTION from real life
then stop reading this and JUST GO AWAY.
This is my first submitted story. Feedback is welcomed.
The two sisters settled down for bed in their apartment. They were studying abroad together and were traveling for the week in Eastern Europe. They had heard some of the horrible stories of girls being abducted there but figured it could never happen to them.
Patricia, at 20 years old was the younger of the two, but the more beautiful. At 5’6, she had thin blonde hair down to her shoulders with a cute, polish face. She had beautiful, full tits with perky nipples that stood proud on top of her flat, tight stomach. Her ass was nice and voluptuous and she had firm, toned legs. She settled down for bed in a grey tank top that looked a size to small, and clingy black gym shorts.
Jen was older, at 22, she did not have the striking features Patricia had. Her body was not as well built, and her face not as pretty. She was the more bitchy of the two, and the more promiscuous.
It was nearly midnight when they heard a knock on their door. They thought it odd, but when Jen looked through the window she saw a large group of policemen outside. She opened the door to see if there was a problem as Patricia stood by the stairs.
“Everything ok Officer?” Jen asked.
“Is this the temporary residence of Patricia and Jen Blazovich?” The officer asked.
“Yes, why?” Jen said, growing increasingly nervous.
“You both are under arrest on the charges of prostitution.” The guard announced. Immediately the other officers rushed the house. Both girls were thrown on the floor and handcuffed behind their back while the thrashed and protested.
“What are you talking about? Prositution?” Patricia yelled out.
“We haven’t done anything wrong you can’t do this to us!” Jen screamed as she kicked at them.
“Search the house,” the officer said, ignoring their pleas. Patricia and Jen were thrown on the couch with a guard holding a machine gun stood in front of them. Panic swept over them at this set up.
“What are we going to do?” Patricia asked her sister, clearly frightened.
“Silence!” The officer with the gun said.
“We found this Sir.” One of the officers said, holding up a large bag of cocaine. “It was in the room to the right.”
“Who’s room is that,” the officer asked the girls.
“That’s my room. That’s not mine though I don’t do drugs.” Patricia said, growing more scared.
“Alright, you will also be charged with possession of cocaine.” The officer said. “Take them to the van.”
The girls were in shock. The guards had clearly planted that on Patricia. They wanted her to get a more severe sentence, as she was prettier and would do harsher time. Much harsher time. The girls stood no chance against the many officers as they were led to a police van and thrown in the back in the clothes they had prepared to wear to bed. Two officers accompanied them in the back.
The van began its journey back to the prison the girls would be held at. The journey took about an hour and not a word was said. Patricia quietly sobbed as Jen thought about what their next move would be.
Patricia and Jen now stood in a old courtroom in front of an old ass judge. Both wore prison jumpsuit and wore wrist cuffs attached to a belt around their waste, and ankle chains. It had been a day since they’d been arrested. Neither had been given a phone call or a lawyer and were told this is not America their laws do not apply. They would have one chance to plead their case before a judge.
“Jennifer Blazovich, age 22, charged with first degree prostitution. Do you have anything to say for yourself.” The judge said.
“Please, your honor, I don’t know anything about any prostitution going on. We just got here two days ago we haven’t even met anyone yet.” Jen pleaded. The judge gave her a long hard look.
“I don’t believe you,’’ he said flatly. “I hereby sentence you to 5 years in prison, Level 2 security. Take her away.” Jen couldn’t believe it. Five years! This had to be some type of a joke. What was going to happen with Patricia, she thought. She was dragged out of the room before she had a chance, kicking and screaming.
Patricia was now very afraid of what would happen to her. She still had to face the cocaine charge.
“Patricia Blazovich, age 20, charged with first degree prostitution and possession of a controlled dangerous substance, do you have anything to say to defend yourself.” The judge said, looking down at the beautiful blonde in front of him.
“Please, I never engaged in prostitution and I don’t know where the drugs came from. Someone must’ve set me up, I swear.” She didn’t know what else to say. She felt stupid standing in front of the judge in this worn down courtroom chained up.
“The drugs were not planted on you, and we have visual evidence of your prostitution activities.” The judge responded.
“What evidence, it can’t be me let me see.” Patricia demanded, now growing slightly angry.
“No. I hereby sentence you to 25 years in prison, Level 6.” The judge said without a note of sympathy in his voice. Patricia’s mouth dropped as his words hit her. She was so in shock she didn’t even say anything as the guards dragged her from the room. They were two large, burly men that had no trouble maneuvering Patricia.
They led her to an old elevator and pushed her inside. They pressed the 6 button and down the elevator went. Patricia shook with fear as the guards said nothing. Once they exited the elevator they brought her to a barred door with two guards standing outside of it. They opened the door for the guards holding Patricia and gave her an evil looking smile that sent shivers down her spine.
Her spirits sank even more at the sight of the dingy hallway. It was all stone, with dim lightbulbs spaced out along the ceiling. The air was cold and stale, and smelled funny. Patricia’s nipples became hard and poked against her jail uniform, which she was naked underneath. They led her through a maze and eventually stopped at the end of a hallway in front of a large steel door. Her chains were removed and she was thrown roughly into the cell.
The door closed and Patricia curled up in a ball in the corner. A light bulb in the ceiling provided some light. She closed her eyes and cried at how quickly her life and changed. She thought about for the next 25 years what her life would be like, and if she would ever get out sooner.
A couple hours later the door opened. Two guards and a man wearing a black shirt and black jeans entered. He looked to be in his late 20’s.
“What’s your name slut,” the man in black shouted at her.
“Patricia,” she answered.
“Well Patricia, say goodbye to your old life, and hello to your new one.” The man said to her. “My name is Shawn, and I will be overseeing your discipline during your stay. You will address me and any guard at all times as Master or Sir. You are not to speak unless spoken to. Is that understood?” Shawn asked her.
Patricia stared at him in shock and fear. She couldn’t believe what he was saying.
“I’ll take your silence as a yes, now stand and strip!” Shawn yelled at her. This sent Patricia into panic.
“Strip? What the hell do you think your talking about?” Patricia said to him nervously. This man couldn’t really expect her to strip naked in front of him and these guards, it was inhumane.
“You heard me. Prisoner’s of your level are not permitted to wear clothes, and must be naked unless given clothes by their Master.” Shawn explained to her.
“You have to be kidding. I’m not getting naked. And stop talking to me like I’m a slave.” She declared to him. Shawn smiled at her.
“Let me explain something to you whore. You are basically a slave in this prison. Drug using prostitutes obtain the worst punishment. You are lower than a normal prisoner. You have absolute zero rights. I own your body now. Now you can either take off your own clothes or the guards here will rip them off. Take your pick.” Shawn said to her. The guards cracked their knuckle, awaiting the word. Patricia weighed her options. She wouldn’t be able to fight off the guards, and if Shawn was correct she would end up naked either way. She hated being naked. Having to be naked in front of complete strangers would be even worse. She stood up on shaky legs and moved her hands up to the buttons on the prison shirt.
“Wise choice.” Shawn said happily. Patricia slowly began unbuttoning the shirt. When it was completely unbuttoned she took and deep breath and slid it from her body. Her beautiful, 34D tits came into view, eliciting some whistles from the guards. She hooked her thumbs into her pants and slid them down her legs. Her shaved pussy came into a view. She immediately became very aware of the men’s stares, and tried to hide her tits and pussy. The guards and Shawn chuckled at this, making her more uneasy and extremely nervous. She tried to back away when they moved in on her but they just cornered her very easily. They manhandled her so her chest was to the wall. Her hands were seized and cuffed behind her, and a hobble chain was attached to her ankles. She struggled as she now felt more vulnerable at being restrained naked by these three strangers. She cried and shrieked but couldn’t escape their grasp, or their hands that were now fondling her tits and cunt.
“Alright, let’s go have some fun.” Shawn said wickedly. They’re going to rape me, Patricia thought. She cried hysterically as she was dragged from the cell. She kicked and struggled the whole way, but it was useless as the guards could lift her clear off her feet. The opened a cell door and pushed her into a large stone room. There were a few contraptions designed to imprison someone inside, along with cabinets on the walls and shelves with all sorts of sex toys. There were D-rings set in place along the one bare wall and in the floor. Menacing looking chains hung down from the ceiling, already equipped with cuffs.
Patricia became confused and more frightened at the sight of the room.
“No, please! I’m innocent! You can’t do this to me!” She screamed. Shawn and the guards ignored her and tied her ankles to rings in the floor. The hobble chain was removed and the chains connected to her ankles were pulled until her feet were about 3 feet apart. There wasn’t much she could do to fight them off as her handcuffs were removed and her wrists were locked in cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Each cuff was separated by a 3 foot spreader bar, forcing her wrists far apart.
Shawn stepped back to admire her body. Patricia was in a perfect X. She could stand comfortably, for now. This would be a weird position to tie her in if they were going to rape her, she thought. When Shawn walked in front of her holding a 3 stranded whip with thin, 10 inch long strands of leather, Patricia realized why she was tied up like she was. She began crying again and begging for them not to hurt her.
“Silence, and stop crying!” Shawn shouted. Patricia struggled to stop the tears flowing but she couldn’t help it. She stopped talking and Shawn stepped behind her and began massaging her tits. He played with her nipples until they were rock hard in his fingers.
“There, there. There’s no use in protesting as were going to do whatever we want to you anyway. And don’t cry, save your tears, we haven’t even begun yet. The only thing I want to her out of your mouth is screams.” Shawn said. Patricia grew angry again and being treated as their toy. They didn’t own her body, it was hers.
“Fuck you. You’re fucking psycho.” She said looking back at Shawn. He chuckled and kissed her on the cheek. Then he stepped back and took aim.
Thwack! Thwack!
“AAAHHHHHHH!” Patricia screamed as the whip was brought down across each ass cheek. It burned and stung like crazy.
“Sto..AAAHHHHHH…NO, plea…AAAAAHHHHH. Stop, st..AAHAHHHHHH!” Patricia tried to plead with him before blows, but he cut her short each time with the whip. He beat her ass and back until she no longer begged between each hit.
When he moved in front of her it dawned on Patricia what part of her body would be next.
“No please, not my tits.” She pleaded with him. She pulled with all her might against the chains holding her, but she was stuck in an X. The only thing it did was make her tits jiggle uncontrollably, much to the delight of Shawn and the guards.
Thwack! Thwack!
“AAAHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!”Patricia let out a hideous scream as both her tits felt the sting of the whip.
“AAAAHHHHH!” Again Shawn brought the whip down on her tits. He continued doing so, alternating between her stomach and tits. Patricia continued bucking and trying to dodge the whip, but Shawn always eventually found his mark. When he starting whipping her inner thighs, new screams and mercy pleas escaped her lips. She could sense the path he was beating up to her pussy. The guards watched in amusement as the young blonde struggled to escape the whipping. Their dicks grew hard in their pants. They nearly came when Shawn brought the whip up to undercut Patricia’s pussy. Her screams sounded animal-like and her face contorted into the most pained expression. Shawn continued beating her pussy until Patricia’s voice had become raw from screaming.
He came back with a vibrator, holding it up for Patricia to see.
“No, please.” Her voice sounded weak and her wrists supported all her weight.
“Oh, yes.” Shawn said and turned the vibrator on medium, letting her observe how violently it vibrated in his hand. One of the guards moved behind her to play with her tits. Her moans started almost immediately as the vibrator touched her clit. Shawn pushed it hard against her pussy and thrust two fingers into her vagina hole. Patricia squirmed in her chains, but the guard behind her had a firm grip on her tits and Shawn had control of her pussy.
“OOOOHHHHHH….AHHH…please, no, don’t do this…OOOOHHHHH.” For 10 minutes they kept vibrator against her clit and the guard played with her tits. She moaned like a bitch in heat and squirmed in unwanted pleasure. She couldn’t believe she was so turned on in the hands of these men.
When they felt the moment was right, both Shawn and the guard stopped the stimulation of her privates.
“No, what are you doing.” She said, still lost in arousal.
“Heh, horny are we?” Shawn said as the guards laughed.
“Please,” Patricia said pathetically.
“You don’t get to cum yet, bitch.” Shawn said, staring into her pleading eyes. He grabbed a long riding crop and swished it through the air. Patricia’s eyes followed it as it hissed through the air.
Thwack! Thwack!
“AAAHHHHHHHHHH!” Patricia’s screams filled the chamber again as she endured another beating. Shawn used the crop on every part of her body like he did with the whip. Patricia was covered in sweat. Her arousal was gone, now all she felt was pain. When Shawn was satisfied he dropped the crop and grabbed the vibrator again. Patricia’s face was very red, her eyes were filled with dried tears. Her chest heaved in exhaustion as she took deep breaths. Once again she was slumped in her restraints.
“OOOOOHHHHHH…noooo…please…aahaaaahhh…stop.” Patricia moaned as the vibrator did its work and the guard resumed playing with her tits. When she was close to climax for the second time, the vibrator and hands disappeared again. She was left to her frustration as her arousal slowly subsided.
Shawn had grabbed another whip, this one with as many as 8 strands of leather. He flogged her helpless body once more, enjoying the quiet screams that just escaped her lips with each thrash. Then it was back to the vibrator. The hands resumed playing with her tits. In a few minutes she was a chained, horny bitch again. She moaned and screamed in pleasure and embarrassment as she felt close to orgasm. The men stopped again though. They laughed at her frustration and inability to cum.
Patricia could hardly think straight. By this point all she could think about was cumming. Shawn moved to the control box on the wall. With the push of a button, the bar her wrists were connected to began to rise. She was pulled onto the balls of her feet and then to her tip-toes. Shawn stopped when her body was stretched as far is it seemed it could go. Patricia shrieked at the increase in tightness. All her muscles screamed in agony as she tried to stretch her body to ease the strain on it.
“Please, it’s too tight,” she pleaded, but Shawn didn’t care. He picked up the vibrator again and the guard began playing with her tits again. Now Patricia couldn’t even squirm in the restraints as her body was pulled too tight. She could do nothing but let the onslaught on her body continue and her moans filled the chamber once more.
“Oh God no…OOOHHHHHH…AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH…oh my god…oh my god.” She was almost close again, she hoped they didn’t stop. They didn’t, and a shattering orgasm ripped through her body. She shook in the chains and weird noises came out of her mouth. She entered another world of bliss.
Shawn and the guard kept of their assault though. When Patricia came back to reality, the hands were still playing with her tits and the vibrator still pounding her clit.
“No, please, not again…no more…I can’t…ooooohhhh” Patricia managed to say before arousal swept back over her.
“Yes again. You’ll cum until we want you to cum,” Shawn said, never taking the vibrator off her clit. More pleasure filled her brain. All her muscles strained as she pulled against the chains. It was useless though, she could hardly move and there was nothing she could do against the vibrator and hands on her tits. Another orgasm crashed down on her, more intense than the first. More babble escaped her lips as she was lost in another world.
When she came back down all the men were just staring at her. She avoided their eyes in humility. One of the most private acts a girl possesses is her orgasm, and these men just forced two orgasms from her. She was ashamed but there was nothing she could do. The aches and pains crept back into her muscles. Her skin felt like it was on fire from the whipping earlier. She finally looked at the men, trying to figure out what they would do next.
“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” Shawn asked, teasing her. She looked away from him, but he grabbed her chin and held her face to his.
“I asked you a question slut,” he said. Patricia could see the anger in his eyes.
“I did,” she said, letting out a weak cry of embarrassment afterwards. Shawn grabbed her tits and firmly massaged them. The whipped skin hurt beneath his grasp.
“And how many orgasms did we just give you,” he asked.
“T…two,” Patricia replied shamefully.
“That’s right, two. And we could’ve kept going, or not given you any at all. Do you understand that?” He asked her again. Patricia cried as she knew he was right.
“Yes,” she replied sheepishly.
“We own your body, we will do whatever we want to you and you will do whatever we want of you. The sooner you realize this the easier your life will be. Well not much easier,” he added, causing the guards to laugh. Patricia didn’t know what to say, so she stayed quiet. Her body was still stretched taut, and her breathing was very rapid.
“Do you know what you are?” Shawn said while pinching and pulling at her nipples. Patricia thought for a moment. She didn’t know what he wanted her to say. The room was silent for a moment as Shawn continued playing with her tits.
“No…” Patricia answered. Shawn pinched hard and pulled her body towards him in the little slack there was. Patricia grimaced in pain as he twisted her nipples cruelly.
“You’re a worthless, helpless slut. And because you have failed to address me as Master or Sir this entire time, I think we will add something while we leave you here.” Shawn said as he walked over to the cabinets. Patricia began to panic again.
“What? Your leaving me here? You can’t leave me here like this!” She yelled.
“Silence!” Shawn yelled. “I can do whatever the fuck I want to you and there’s nothing you can say or offer to me that will matter.” Patricia glared at him, but she knew he was right. If she ever had the chance she promised herself she would kill him. It didn’t look like that would happen anytime soon though.
“Grab a gag, Tony.” Shawn said to the larger guard. Patricia’s eyes darted to the cabinets. They wouldn’t gag her would they, she thought. Sure enough, Tony came back with a large ball gag and handed it to Shawn. Shawn held it up for her to see, but Patricia shut her mouth closed.
“Open your mouth bitch,” Shawn said. Patricia didn’t want the gag in her mouth, and shook her head no. Shawn pinched her nipple sharply causing her to involuntarily open her mouth to scream. Shawn shoved the gag into her mouth roughly and Tony locked it in place behind her head. The gag forced her mouth open uncomfortably wide, and made it so that and sound she tried to make came out as muffled “uhhh’s.” Patricia shook her head back and forth in protest, making pitiful attempts to argue behind the gag.
Shawn grabbed two nipple clamps with strings attached to the end of them. The clamps had tiny little teeth on them, and were made of steel. Shawn squeezed them to let Patricia see the force of them while Tony worked in nipples into rock hard points. She shook her head no as she knew where they would be going. When Tony removed his hands she knew the clamps were coming and desperately thrashed against the chains. It was a futile attempt, as she only moved a couple inches if that.
Shawn opened one clamp of her right nipple and pinched the areola. He hesitated to let her anxiety and fear sink in. He closed the clamp to the sounds of Patricia’s muffled screams and grunts. Shawn let her deal with the new jewelry on her nipple before grabbing the clamp. Patricia shook her head and cried as the other clamp closed over her left nipple, crushing it painfully with the little teeth. Her nipples felt like they were being pierced over and over again. The small movement she could manage made the clamps sway up and down.
Patricia tried to deal with the pain in her nipples while she watched Shawn grabbed the strings connected to the clamp and throw them over one of the rafters. It dawned on Patricia what would be next. Weights.
“We don’t want you to be bored while we leave you sweetie,” Tony said while he slipped a finger between her spread, stretched legs and played with her clit. Patricia whimpered as Shawn came back holding small , four ounce weights with hooks on them. Shawn watched Patricia’s eyes follow the weight as he hung one of the weights on each string. The weights pulled the strings taut, but not too tight. When he hung the second weights on Patricia now felt an extra bite as the clamps pulled and dug into her nipples. The third and final weights really caused the clamps to bite into her sensitive nipples.
Shawn and the guards watched her become accustomed to the weights for a little, enjoying her quiet whimpers and cries at the shooting pain in her nipples and the strain on every muscle in her body.
“Alright slut, enjoy,” Shawn said and he and the guards left the chamber. Patricia felt a different kind of nervousness at being left alone tied up like this. She had no idea how long they would leave her here. The strain on her joints and pain in her nipples was too much. She knew that it wouldn’t end until someone came and got her though.
For the next couple hours she fought off the fatigue in her muscles again and again. Her nipples had grown to a dull ache, but any tiny movement was enough to send jolts of pain through them. She had given up on crying a long time ago. Her jaw was extremely sore from being held open for so long.
When the guards came back for her Shawn wasn’t with them. She weakly lifted her head up.
“MMMMmmmmm…” was all the sound Patricia could make behind the gag. Each guard grabbed a nipple clamp and before removing it gave it a sharp tug. Patricia cried out in agony as she felt the clamps be removed. She hadn’t expected the pain she would feel when the blood rushed back into her nipples. It was almost worse than when they were first applied. The guards laughed at her discomfort as frantic shrieks filled the chamber.
One of the guards pushed a button on the control box and brought the chains down so Patricia’s feet were flat on the ground. She hung by her wrists until she gained the feeling back in her legs. The pins and needles shifted to her upper body once she was able to support herself. It almost felt like she was being tickled all over, except that it hurt a lot more.
Once the guards were satisfied she was ready to go, they released her arms first. She had no energy to resist them, and they easily cuffed her hands behind her back. When her ankles were released and the hobble chain connected her legs felt like jello to stand on. Luckily, the guards had no problem just dragging her exhausted body from the chamber. They dumped her into one of their concrete holding cells. Her handcuffs were removed and reattached in front of her. Thankfully, they removed the gag, letting her stretch her mouth for the first time in hours. They didn’t bother saying anything to her and left the cell and locked the door.
The cell went pitch black. Patricia knew it was a very small cell, and it was a little chilly. It didn’t matter, she was so tired and in so much pain she passed out on the floor right where they left her.
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