Her kidnapper would make it a point that resisting his advances would be met only with harsh punishment and cruel reprisals. Taking her into the shed, with a bright blue ball-gag in her mouth, she found her place amongst various lawn keeping supplies, kneeling onto an old table situated at the middle of the shed underneath the light bulb. Just mere moments in and the heat seemed rather bearable had it not been for the open door. There, her ankles were bolted down,
kneeling with a black half-circle leather cushion beneath her, a small pad with a tiny ridge fitting right between her lower lips. Her skirt drawn around, he gave her the dignity of wearing clothes even though she had defied him. But as this torture would show, wearing clothes may not be of benefit to her.
With her arms bound to a monoglove, he made sure that the armglove was tight as he took a small piece of twine, tying the D-ring of her monogove to an eyebolt behind her little sybian, making her assume a straight back to counteract the bondage. Simple, yet cruel and uncompromising, as she would soon see.
"Because you defied me, I have no choice but to put you to this torture. You will endure countless orgasms until either you or the machine gives. But..." he said, holding out a small battery, "Seeing as I have this and a motor battery as a back up, You'll be cumming even when you feel there is no longer anything there. I've had girls almost die from heat exhaustion in here. But we'll see if you will last!" he said, smiling as he kissed her cheek, setting the speed to 'custom.'
Her position was alot more forgiving, but given his hints that her bondage would span beyond hours, it would surely cause strain. The sybian started off brutally fast, as if intent on driving her straight to an orgasm off the bat. Yet, the vibration immediately lowered, bringing with it the pre-orgasmic arousal that came with it. And so began a seesaw adventure where the vibrator would spike up oh so suddenly, only to lower. Closing the door behind him, the lights remained on as the heat of the surrounding area began to accrue. The shack was sound-proof and somewhat well-ventilated, but with the padding it created more heat, adding to the torture of the victim who was trapped inside.
The table stank of arousal fluid and sweat, starkly reminding her that other girls had been in this position just before they were sold. He made sure to tell her all about the fates of the girls he had handled before: courageous, feisty women like her broken into obedient sex slaves who demanded only cock and nothing else. Was that to be her fate as well?