Chelsea's Hell

Solitary confinement is a form of **** according to the UN. Its effects have been well documented, as well as the toll it takes on those subjected to it. It has been observed that those who are locked away by themselves in isolation could see adverse psychological effects as soon as 72 hours after lockdown. Hallucinations, depression, and psychotic breaks are not uncommon among those held under these cruel conditions. It is truly an unjust and sadistic punishment. So then what would happen if one was locked away not in a small isolated room, but within their own body. A prisoner to their own mind, and locked away from everything they were. Chelsea suffered through a fate worse than **** over the last month since that fateful day where she made the foolish choice to turn against her friend.

Day 1: To Chelsea's consciousness all she could perceive was a vast nothingness and she couldn't feel much besides a slight tingling sensation. Almost as if she should have felt more, but things were getting jumbled up before her brain could process it for what was essentially Chelsea's soul. She felt as if she was floating across a sea made up of TV static, if she was **** to describe it. Though she couldn't quite accurately convey this feeling as there was no way a person on Earth could normally feel this sensation. It was a first for humanity, Chelsea was experiencing a feeling never before felt by another. Though unlike something like the moon landing that capture the hearts and minds of everyone, no one would even know this happened. If they did they'd surly be scared of it happening to them too. In this state Chelsea could perceive her sense of self and inwardly feel her own emotions. Higher cognitive functions of her soul remained but this was locked away as her body moved as if a puppet on strings. She cursed everyone that day, Derren, Florence, Miko, and Mia. No one escaped the tirade that would never be heard aloud. She really laid into Derren, cursing his name to the heavens multiple times. She also vowed her **** just as much. However, that was interrupted by what felt like electricity running through her. At first she was scared, but then she was flushed, and she knew, her body was having sex. That bastard Derren was **** her! What made matters worse was that she was just a passive passenger to her own ****. She couldn't fight back or resist because her body was in control, and her body obeyed him of all people. Since her body was in control and void of emotion such as disgust or hatred she was subjected to all the endorphins that would come from sex which sent her wild even if her soul hated it. The bastard had her trapped and made sure to include the extra punishment that sex with him would be the only thing she could even remotely feel and perceive from her mind's prison. She cried that first night, harder than she ever did before, and swore she'd endure it.

Day 2: The silence was deafening, and while her body needed sleep apparently her soul combined her sleeping and waking mind so conscious she remained. Her internal clock was starting to slip which she realized was not good. She realized that the fight would be decidedly against her as she started to realize that with out any external stimulants she'd have no means to tell even day from night. If she didn't escape she'd lose all sense of time and god could only know what'd happen to her then. She needed to escape, but her form was only a manifestation of her, and she had no true form to act. The hands and legs she could look down and see was a complete fabrication of her own mind, and she couldn't actually move them. She just floated and floated, and floated some more. How many days had passed? She wasn't sure already, was she still on day one, or was it two, had she been there for a month? A YEAR?! She couldn't be sure and it scared her. To make matters worse she once again felt pulses of pleasure and was now seeing flashes of Derren's face. Ah, thank god I can feel something real, she thought. NO NO NO NO! DAMNIT CHELSEA! Pull it together he's the cause of this, and you didn't ask for this, and you certainly didn't consent to him fucking you. So don't get excited by this!! She berated herself for enjoying the one sensation she could feel. Hours or maybe days or maybe even years passed and she was still as stuck as the day she got here. She'd cry, but it seemed so pointless, why bother.

Day 3: Her eyes fluttered open. Wait! Had she fallen asleep! That shouldn't be possible! She got excited as she popped up from what she now realized was grass under her bare naked flesh. She felt, she actually felt! She got free! She didn't know how but oh boy was she giddy. Even as she figured out she was alone in a grassy field in the middle of nowhere and naked she didn't care because she was fucking free! She jumped around and felt her tits flop up and down on her chest as the wind billowing through this empty plain caressed her nude form.

"Hello there, beautiful." She gasped as a voice behind her sensually called to her. Excited to see her prince charming she whipped around with a big grin on her face.

"Hi, I don't know where I am. Are you here to save me? I'll do any... DERREN!!!!!" Her happiness turned to horror when she realized who called to her, her former captor Derren Smith.

"Oh, you'll do any Derren if I help you? I hoped I was the only Derren for you haha." He chuckled at his own joke, but Chelsea was panicking now. She needed to avoid going back to that hell no matter what, and if she needed to swallow her pride she'd do it. If he took her out of here and got him to think she was his she could exact her **** in peace.

"You know you're the only one for me baby." She said as she she sidled up to him and pressed her sensual body against his making sure her breasts were pressed tightly against his chest.

"Well, how can I say no to that offer." He said as he pushed her down onto the soft ground below.

He ripped off his own clothes and kissed her passionately. She was ashamed to admit it but felling the touch of his body on hers and the taste of his lips was starting to make her wet. She was excited, not her body with no emotional attachment, but her entire being was excited by this scum.

"Uhn..." She moaned lightly as the foreplay continued. She couldn't believe it, what was wrong with her. She should be strangling the life out of him, but instead she was humping his leg like a needy bitch in need of breeding. It was embarrassing, and shameful, and she was loving it.

"P-put it in, you bastard! Enough teasing!" She was begging! What was happening to her! He couldn't win, he couldn't get away with this, but she needed him to fuck her badly. He obliged, with no hint of gentleness he shoved his massive cock into her in one swift motion right down to the base. His cock kissed her uterus as he roughly shoved into her.

"AHNG! OH MY GOD!" Chelsea in all her prior sexual encounters was a dom and a top, but she was now being put in her place and loved it. Still clinging to what little control she had though, she made sure to wrap her arms and legs around his body so she could pin him to her.

"FUCK ME ROUGH DERREN!" She barked and he complied showing no mercy as he fucked her like a jackhammer trying to break concrete.

"FUUU-AH!" She moaned as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She was losing her mind as she let herself get drowned in pleasure as her mortal enemy became her favorite partner. She never felt so alive, so free, so blissful.

"Derren! Derren! I..."

*Ksssssssshhhhhhhhhhh*

The sound of her hellish prison came flooding back as she once again surfed the hell scape of her inner mind.

"What! Where is he! Where's Derren! NO NO NO!" She vocalized her thoughts to herself as she began to shake in rage and frustration. She was going crazy here, she couldn't win and now she knew it. Chelsea's spirit was already strained after three days, and she had about 27 to go.

Week 1: "Derren!" "Derren!" "Derren!" Another hallucination for Chelsea, this time a princess in a castle. However, her rule was cut short by a revolution because of her tyrannical ways lead by their leader Derren Smith. She was being made into his **** **** to be humiliated as she was **** to serve him in more ways than one even in public where her former followers saw her in full shameful display. She should hate it, she was above it, but she loved every second of it. Of course this too couldn't last and soon she was back in her prison cell. Every time she came back from her hallucination as little but of herself was chipped away. She couldn't even remember her name at this point, and her old life seemed like a distant and faded memory. Not to mention every time she entered her delusion she got more and more subservient to him.

1 Month: If anyone could peer into her soul they'd see a broken woman. Gone was any sign of life in her eyes as she starred blankly into the void of her mind. The only time she felt anything was when she'd hallucinate herself as a nameless **** kneeling naked at the feet of her one and only master Derren. Chelsea didn't know how long she had been there, didn't know where she was, or even who she was, but she was so broken and shattered it didn't even matter. In this hell, she had succumb, and her soul started to crack and her consciousness dispersed. She wasn't even capable of thought anymore as her soul dissipated. All that remained was a faint glowing orb of light, the light she formed and held onto since her early days in this ****. The cause of her suffering and her desire for **** that was corrupted into a longing and desire to serve. Truly all that remained of Chelsea was a desire to serve her master, to serve Derren. That was all that was left of Chelsea.

She heard voices, and they seemed real. She supposed it could have been a hallucination, but that stoped when her soul had shattered. Plus in those hallucinations it was only her and Derren in it, and she could clearly hear women talking. Suddenly all her senses returned to her at once in an almost overwhelming experience she dropped to the ground and felt pain for the first time in a long time. She wanted to scream in pain, but as her sight rushed back to her she saw the what she most wanted to see in the whole world.

"MASTER!" She threw herself at the man she called master and kissed him deeply. She did it, she endured the punishment for being bad, but now she'll be good. A **** should be good for their master, and she would be. She had a very generous master who would give the person she was before a second life. Gone was the competitive and boorish woman she was and here now was the proper **** she was born to be. Much like she vowed to herself when she was locked into that hell, she'd make sure master was never displeased with her ever again. Something, somewhere in the darkest corners of her mind shouted out how wrong that declaration was, but it didn't reach her, it would never reach her. She was happy.