Escape.

I came to in a hazy world that seemed all screwed up, and I wanted out of it – big time. Once I figured out that I was still in that stupid room with all the mechanical contraptions I planned several ways to escape.

Then I noticed that my bonds were loose – how and why I didn’t care but now I had a chance. It took me the better part of an hour before I managed to get my still naked body completely un-strapped from the hellish table. I looked around in the dim light and I could make out a lab coat on a chair, so I grabbed it and put it on. Not that I was cold, but the sense of being covered I could fully understand now.

Oddly enough the door leading out of the room was unlocked – which made me suspicious. But as I wanted out of this hellhole NOW I was in no mood to listen to the synapse in the back of my brain as it was screaming at me.

I was nearing what looked like an exit when I was very suddenly overpowered by huge hands that grabbed me around my throat and lifted me off the ground. I kicked and punched and clawed at whatever I could feel was skin. All I got in return was no oxygen and laughter that didn’t sound very pleasant….

When I came to again I felt like Martin Sheen in the opening scenes of Apocalypse Now: Shit! I’m still in the same fucking room! And I’m still strapped down. I will not give in to these bastards ever and I will definitely enjoy ripping someone’s balls off and stuffing them in their mouth. But that was when I got out of here: back to square one and bide my time.

Then suddenly the door opened and bright light filled the room and almost blinded me. Just as I was regaining some focus I was hooded and the restraints removed from my again naked body. I tried resisting and starting to escape but that large set of hands clamped around my neck again. I froze when I heard what followed; “He can snap your neck right now if I let him. He is the brother of one of your many victims from the past year, and I don’t really think that you should piss him off.”

A set of footsteps moved around to the other side of me and continued, “So now Miss Smith – I am taking another page out of your **** handbook and giving it to you to experience.” As the voice was talking a pair of handcuffs were put on either wrist and I was led over to something where I could hear the other part of the cuffs being done up.

The hood was removed from my head and the hand was removed from my throat, but that was quickly dashed as a gag ball was jammed into my mouth and tightened around my head. My movement was limited but I could see a bit behind me, and what I could see did not look thrilling at all.

I saw a lineup of what looked like women behind me but they weren’t feminine enough…. I started screaming into the gag ball as I realized what this sick bastard had lined up for me. The realization kicked and I started wriggling and trying to break the handcuffs but to no avail. I was to become a fuck toy for these freaks? Not bloody likely.

The voice chuckled and said, “That is right, Miss Smith, squirm all you want. They are all shemales and they are all going to enjoy fucking you beyond what you think you have the capacity for. Don’t you just love irony? I think you would appreciate this – your worst dream come true, and all for you.”

I don’t remember much except for the disgusting things as they stuck their cocks into my every orifice whether I co-operated or not. In the back of my mind I was actually beginning to understand how some of the people I sold into slavery might have felt. And then the other side of me resisted and plotted **** in the worst possible ways….