Negotiations of a different kind.

I came to in an unfamiliar room, lying on a bed, still clothed but tied very securely to a large bed. There were no lights on in the room but after a while I could make out that the room was a fair size. But I couldn’t make out any other features like any furniture or anything. Mind you I had a bad case of dry mouth from whatever stinking **** they gave me.

My blood started boiling as I realized that I was helpless and I wanted to see my captors – NOW! I started yelling and hollering until a door opened on one side of the room. A green glowing stick came with whoever entered the room, as they held it towards me. A strange voice said, “Ah good! Finally she is awake! At last we can talk. So Miss Smith, how are feeling now? Still screaming? Oh good. Well, for now we will begin with the usual questioning, and as usual you will resist us. And you won’t be harmed or **** – I promise you that. But you will tell us certain things – that I do promise you.”

“Who the fuck are you people? Do you realize that I can squash you like a bug? Huh?” The only reply I got was a pair of eyes seen from the green glow stick and silence. It was then that I realized that I couldn’t see a face or make out any features. The guy was wearing a mask that covered all but the eyes; and I couldn’t tell what color they were because of that dammed green thing.

The weird voice continued finally, “We are nobody, Miss Smith, nobody at all because we don’t exist to the world. But, to be fair to you, we are going to introduce you to some familiar things that should ring a visual bell in that head of yours. You see Miss Smith, we have taken a page or two out of your unwritten handbook on how to mess people up.”

With that a spotlight was shone directly into my face so I couldn’t see as I was now squinting at the intensity of it. Then several pairs of hands grabbed my and started efficiently cutting al my clothes off my body in short order, leaving me naked. I was yelling at them the whole time, calling them names, and generally yelling myself hoarse.

Then I tried a different tack: “Let’s make a deal here. You let me go and I will give you – how much? Everyone has a price – what is yours? Huh? You can just let me go, I forget this happened and you get rich.” The voice started laughing and then he spoke again saying, “Now that is exactly what I expected from you, Miss Smith. How would you get money to me when you don’t have access, nor will you ever again? Your company is… in trust I believe would be the appropriate wording. Money? Don’t make me laugh – I already have what I want – YOU.”

With that he spoke to the others, who then hooked up what is called a Vulvanator to my pussy and wet suction pumps to my breasts. I started screaming what a sick fuck this guy was and he replied casually, “I believe several people have said the same thing of you before they were sold into slavery by you. We shall see how long you last – I have already won the first bet on you.”

With that he left with his green glow stick and I was left with… fucking machines. Literally fucking machines. I think I lasted about 1 hour or so, after that it was pretty much a blur. People asking me questions and I have no idea what I said as I was too screwed up – from too much pleasure. Go figure. What a hell of a way to go….