Side Story: The Wrong House - Part 5

Two years later...

Ilia is dressed in her blue pajamas, a luxury her new Master doesn't always grant her.

Additionally, she was left unchained for the night.

Ilia had been behaving well, doing everything her Master says and never disobeying a single command.

It was all a ploy of course.

Before all this, Ilia made a living stealing from and conning men. She knew that if she played along for long enough, the man that owned her would make a mistake, and tonight is the night.

Not only did the man leave Ilia unchained, he also left the door unlocked.

Ilia smiled at the sight.

She made a beeline through the exit, and found herself in a long dark hallway.

A typical sight for these past two years, her Master was a weirdo, he walked around with a mask, and owned a big underground complex that, to Ilia, seemed endless and labyrinthic, he liked chasing Ilia around through it, and during those chases, she memorised the layout just enough to find the exit.

The only name Ilia ever knew for her Master was Scarecrow, even during the auction he wore the stupid mask. Still, it wasn't all bad, there were a handful of men in the audience that Ilia had conned before and she was at least glad she didn't end up in their clutches.

The auction, amidst all the tension and stress, Ilia can only remember flashes, a memory of a memory.

She remembers being led into the room and hung from the ceiling.

She wasn't alone for long as she was soon joined by a man who started showing her off to her prospective buyers.

All manners of things were done to her.

She was fingered.

Got her clit spanked.

She was groped.

Got a dildo soved up her mouth.

And finally, she was fucked in front of everyone.

And then she was left on the floor, tied up for what felt like an eternity, as she was eventually sold off to the Scarecrow.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Freedom was finally in her grasp.

But poor dumb Ilia never grasped a simple truth in life: there were men out there that were smarter than her.

And so, her exit led straight to the Scarecrow. He had planned for this, made Ilia think this was the exit.

She screamed as his hand grabbed her and pulled her into the room.

When she regained consiousness, Ilia found herself with a ballgag in her mouth, her limbs chained up amd the Scarecrow right behind her.

There was no hope of escape for Ilia anymore.

The Scarecrow started roughly fingering her.

Ilia strained but could not evade his touch.

This was too slow for the Scarecrow however, and so he started vibing poor Ilia.

She climaxed soon, but the Scarecrow did not stop.

This was punishment, after all.

Ilia screamed into her gag, but the only person who could hear those screams was glad to do so.

Her position was changed, and Ilia's pussy was presented for her Master to finger and vibe.

Ilia couldn't even speak anymore, it had been a while since she was manhandled this much.

Her position changed once again as Ilia was penetrated and vibed at the same time.

As soon as she orgasmed, the dildo that was inside her was **** into her mouth.

Ilia however, didn't even complain, her mind accepting that in that moment, she belonged to the Scarecrow.

The Scarecrow was satisfied.

He sprinkled some chloroform into his glove, and covered Ilia's mouth.

His other hand was busy fingering Ilia as she drifted off to sleep.

Ilia did not have the necessary energy to struggle anymore.

As her eyes grew heavy, Ilia pondered the steps that got her here, that conning men was a risky and foolish life choice that led her to what she deserved.

It could have been much worse, she thought, but in a way, she was glad to be where she was, she was fed, clothed, sheltered, and taken care of. In return, she has to engage in sexual activities, so, in a way, this is precisely what her life always was.