A new day - Isabella's POV

God, her head hurt. The last day and a half had been a blur and she wasn't even sure whether she was conscious or dreaming. All that she could feel was a throbbing pain in her head. She tried opening her eyes, but her eyes opened to blackness. She had been blindfolded. Although deprived of her sense of sight, she used her ears now. She could hear some heavy breathing faintly, accompanied with moans of pleasure. She didn't recognize either voice just yet.

After trying to get ahold of her surroundings to no avail, she drifted on back to sleep.

Her dreaming was only permeated by the brief feeling of a pill being put in her mouth. She didn't remember swallowing it.

*Pop.* She jolted awake again. She tried to move but realized her arms and legs were bound in a spread-eagle position. *Pop.* Terrible pain shot through her body as she tried to get a grip on where it was coming from. *Pop.* This time, her pain was muddled with a brief feeling of ecstasy. *Pop.* She finally realized her pain was coming from her anus. As soon as she realized that, *pop* her brain nearly short-circuited in anguish and pleasure and she couldn't help but gasp a short moan.

Someone laughed. "Enjoying yourself, cunt?" Her anal ecstasy became mixed with terror. She gasped again, trying to pinpoint where the voice came from, and suddenly her blindfold was yanked off.

Standing in the harsh, near-blinding light was her friend Emma.

"Emma? What are you doing here? What am I doing here? What's going on?" Isabella asked in surprise. "Well," Emma started, "I've always found you so much more attractive than me. You had all the attention on you while I was left to fend for myself. Thankfully, I met someone that understands my predicament very well." A male voice from behind her chuckled.

"What-" Isabella starts, but she is quickly shut up by the sound of a machine whirring to life.

Emma continued, "he helped me fulfill my deepest desires. Once I told you my deepest desire was to see you treated like the slut you are, he didn't hesitate. In fact, he's the one that **** you the other night." _Raped me? _she thinks. Nobody did anything to me...but why can't I remember anything from the past few days? her mind wanders off. As she opens her mouth to talk, she feels a huge, thick _thing _slide into her pussy. What came out of her mouth was a yelp-turned-moan that elicited another chuckle from the mystery man. "My, you're so horny," the man finally speaks. His hand grabs her throat from the back and she tenses as he kisses her nape. She feels a rigid something poke her ass and she freezes. A tear rolls down both her cheek and her thigh. "If you weren't so resistant to me the other night, I'd say you like what's I'm doing to you," the mystery man whispers. "Ready, Master?" rings out from across the room, and she hears the sound of a lever flicking.

She whimpers as the table she's strapped to moves from completely vertical yo completely horizontal. She feels disoriented from her head hanging over the edge of the table, but her pussy feels _soooooooo goooooodddd _exposed in the cold room.

She feels a hand caressing her throat. "You're so much prettier when you're helpless," the man remarks. She hears Emma moan in agreement.

Suddenly, two more hands join the fray. One begins massaging her clit, while the other moves to her breast.

"Where do you want to start, Master?" Emma asks. "We have all day to break her in until we have to be back home..."

She heard a chuckle and the pressure on her throat doubled in tightness.