back in the cell

I wake again in the darkness... cold... I'm on a concrete floor and it's dark.

I hear a moan, followed by a scream. Terror fills me. Terrible things happen in the cell. I feel something scurry over my bare leg and I shriek. Heavy footsteps approach and I hear the door open. There is no light. "My god - I'm blind!"

I realize that the hall is just as dark as the cell. The newcomer moves easily - they must have on nightvision goggles, or they can see in the dark... no... that's insane.

My hands are roughly lashed together and fastened above my head. I'm hit with something that feels like a thousand wasp stings. When the whip is dragged between my legs I feel the smooth, knotted stings and shudder. As my ass and thighs are hit over and over, another man - I smell aftershave - stands in front of me.

His hand jammed between my legs he roughly jams his fingers into me. "Where would you rather be, Sweet?"

I simply whimper before the whip makes me scream and impale myself further onto his long fingers.

"You can have the room and the bath. You'll still be used and whipped and offered for my clients delictation. But you will sleep between clean sheets and your bonds will be lined in fur. You won't be scarred - you will serve a better class of sadists."

The deep voice kept whispering between her screams, behind her now. The whip was slashing at her breasts.

"Think, Sweet. Life in the dungeon is short and brutal. Above you might learn to love the strange games we play, but if you disobey this cell will be your fate. Here you will never know pleasure. Only pain."

"I... I... chose...." I get the words out before the next blow takes my breath away.