But I was simply unable to control myself.
The sound of boots got louder and Felicia scurried to the far side of her enclosure. The boots kept on, louder now, until they finally stopped, just inches from me. “Don’t worry babe. A girl like you won’t stay caged for long. That is, not if you know how to fuck.”
I shuddered, disgusted by his suggestion. Turning and taking a few steps further he opened Felicia’s door and she began to whimper and fight as he pulled her from her confines. I screamed loudly, wishing and praying that my eyes would open and I would be at home in my bed, but my desperation was only met with darkness.
I have no idea how much longer I laid there on the hard cold floor, staring into the black void when I was startled by my cage door rattling. I curled into a ball and gripped the steel bars, afraid to find out what the other women already knew about being taken.
The man was laughing at my struggle as his strong arms wrapped shackles around my wrists, in the darkness, I had no chance to fight, no indication that they were coming. His fingers slid up my arms and under my armpits where they made firm contact with my breasts before continuing on and lifting me. I gripped the bars with all of my might but my efforts were thwarted by a heavy object that came painfully crashing down on my fingers. Pain suddenly throbbed through my hands, the cold intensifying the sting of the intense pain.
Screaming, I let the bars fall from my grasp and the man held me firmly and pulled me through the darkness. Finally, we reached the end of what seemed to be a long corridor, not that I could see it, but I could hear the echo of his steps against the walls. With a forceful tug he pulled a door open, blinding me with a flood of light. I squinted and my eyes teared up against the rays.
A moment later my eyes managed to adjust and I found myself in a makeshift locker room. The big man who had carried me tossed me from his grip and I landed hard on my bruised ankle, the pain making me wince and whimper.
“Wash up,” was all he said to me, his chin jerking in the direction of a shower. He was a thick man, his arms heavily tattooed and darkly tanned. A large scar ran across his face, from his left eye to the right of his lips. “Take your clothes off mami,” he urged me as his eyes ran up and down my body. I turned away from him, hiding myself from him as I peeled the damp and filthy fabric from my skin.
“Mmmm, wash your pussy good,” he called out from behind me, urging me forward. I was afraid he would rape me. We were alone and I could tell by his breathing that he was aroused as he watched me strip down to nothing. My eyes darted left and right, but there was no way to protect myself, nothing but a bar of soap in sight. I knew that whatever happened next, I would be at his mercy.
My mouth was so dry, and the allure of fresh water was enough to make me forget for a moment where I might be going after my body was cleaned. I turned on the spigot, holding my hand out and waiting for warmth. “That’s as good as it gets honey, now don’t waste any more time, wash up.” A low chuckle rose from behind me as he pushed me forward into the freezing water. I cried out in shock of the sudden cold rush over my bare flesh. Ice water, I was being forced to stand in ice water. My body was racked with chills and I quickly soaped up as instructed and scrubbed myself vigorously. All the while my body was suffering, I drank the water that ran over me. I had no idea how long it would be until I had another opportunity to drink, and I wouldn’t risk dehydration in a dark musty hole. When I had finished scrubbing, the man behind called out again, “That’s enough. Let's go.”
I shut the water off and turned around. He stood there, holding a towel out to me with his left hand, his right stroking his cock
The sound of boots got louder and Felicia scurried to the far side of her enclosure. The boots kept on, louder now, until they finally stopped, just inches from me. “Don’t worry babe. A girl like you won’t stay caged for long. That is, not if you know how to fuck.”
I shuddered, disgusted by his suggestion. Turning and taking a few steps further he opened Felicia’s door and she began to whimper and fight as he pulled her from her confines. I screamed loudly, wishing and praying that my eyes would open and I would be at home in my bed, but my desperation was only met with darkness.
I have no idea how much longer I laid there on the hard cold floor, staring into the black void when I was startled by my cage door rattling. I curled into a ball and gripped the steel bars, afraid to find out what the other women already knew about being taken.
The man was laughing at my struggle as his strong arms wrapped shackles around my wrists, in the darkness, I had no chance to fight, no indication that they were coming. His fingers slid up my arms and under my armpits where they made firm contact with my breasts before continuing on and lifting me. I gripped the bars with all of my might but my efforts were thwarted by a heavy object that came painfully crashing down on my fingers. Pain suddenly throbbed through my hands, the cold intensifying the sting of the intense pain.
Screaming, I let the bars fall from my grasp and the man held me firmly and pulled me through the darkness. Finally, we reached the end of what seemed to be a long corridor, not that I could see it, but I could hear the echo of his steps against the walls. With a forceful tug he pulled a door open, blinding me with a flood of light. I squinted and my eyes teared up against the rays.
A moment later my eyes managed to adjust and I found myself in a makeshift locker room. The big man who had carried me tossed me from his grip and I landed hard on my bruised ankle, the pain making me wince and whimper.
“Wash up,” was all he said to me, his chin jerking in the direction of a shower. He was a thick man, his arms heavily tattooed and darkly tanned. A large scar ran across his face, from his left eye to the right of his lips. “Take your clothes off mami,” he urged me as his eyes ran up and down my body. I turned away from him, hiding myself from him as I peeled the damp and filthy fabric from my skin.
“Mmmm, wash your pussy good,” he called out from behind me, urging me forward. I was afraid he would rape me. We were alone and I could tell by his breathing that he was aroused as he watched me strip down to nothing. My eyes darted left and right, but there was no way to protect myself, nothing but a bar of soap in sight. I knew that whatever happened next, I would be at his mercy.
My mouth was so dry, and the allure of fresh water was enough to make me forget for a moment where I might be going after my body was cleaned. I turned on the spigot, holding my hand out and waiting for warmth. “That’s as good as it gets honey, now don’t waste any more time, wash up.” A low chuckle rose from behind me as he pushed me forward into the freezing water. I cried out in shock of the sudden cold rush over my bare flesh. Ice water, I was being forced to stand in ice water. My body was racked with chills and I quickly soaped up as instructed and scrubbed myself vigorously. All the while my body was suffering, I drank the water that ran over me. I had no idea how long it would be until I had another opportunity to drink, and I wouldn’t risk dehydration in a dark musty hole. When I had finished scrubbing, the man behind called out again, “That’s enough. Let's go.”
I shut the water off and turned around. He stood there, holding a towel out to me with his left hand, his right stroking his cock
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