Know your place (Null X QB)

[Kyubey]

Amelia Rose - The slave. A rebellious kind, determined to stay perfectly sane even as she endures Mackenzie's tortures.

Mackenzie Atwood - The Master and a very skilled yet controversial plastic surgeon. His hobby includes autopsies, changing the faces of cadavers and investigating murders. He is, however, a very capable bondage rigger.

Winston - Mackenzie's faithful butler, ever present and capable. Often sliding snide remarks or jokes here and there, his hand is steady.

 

[Kyubey]

They came, with some force, just when she was least expecting it; at sleep. So quickly did the gates burst open, surely rousing her to sleep but before that, it was too late: so quickly where they able to grasp her hands and her legs. Before she could retaliate, she was pinned to the floor where one held her ankles together, trying to ensure she would not resist. No matter what insult thrown their way, it did little to deter them. The fact they siezed her like such meant only one of two things: either they lost control and decided to engage in a group rape or that she had been sold. Given how strong control was in this area, it was probably the latter.

And right they were. Hands bound behind her and ankles locked together, there was little Amelia could do after, as she was hauled over the shoulder of one man, as they walked towards the market area. "Quiet down, slut." said one, spanking her rear. She had quite the taste in fashion, short shorts and panty hose, how tart yet sexy in it's own way!

The market place was where slaves would be show cased, some miserable in cages, others out in the open to he groped or appraised by wandering buyers. Of course Amelia had to be disciplined for hurting a customer when he went over to feel up her breasts, by way of solitary confinement and reduced food rations. That did little to break her spirit, however, but the guards were confident this will.

Near the entrance, right above, hung a few hooks. Occasionally a bad submissive would have her arms bound above her head tied to such hooks, exposed for all to feel. But this time, it was her reckoning and it seems that they were doing much more than that. Throwing her to the ground, one man made sure to spank her buttocks rather well, laughing along as her hands were uncuffed, yet were bound behind her. She was propped up, as hands got to work with her. A few kept her in place, others wound rope around and above her breasts, forming a rope bra that accentuated her breasts rather well. Then, her arms were bound behind her in a box tie, a position sure to strain her out in due time.

Before any more curses could be uttered, a ball gag was stuffed within her mouth, lodged quite deep despite predicted resistance, fitting right behind her teeth as she was forced to wear a ball gag one size larger than what she should be wearing. After that, a crotchrope was wound around and between to her crotch, pressing hard against her pussy. She could probably feel the rough hemp even though her shorts, her pantyhose and her underwear hindered such. Then, forced to a tight and cruel hog tie, they fastened support ropes, as one began to sneak in a vibrator bullet.

Ahh yes, her weakness. Leaving her to struggle in a futile manner, they then pulled up, leaving her to dangle just near the main area of the market. Of course, they stayed around to hear her curse from behind the gag, surely to illicit drooling from the ball gag. Leaving the vibrator buzzing at a very arousing speed, it wasn't enough to facilitate an orgasm, leaving her in prepetual arousal and limbo. This was her torture.

 

[NullRPs]

Amelia's eyes snapped open when the sound of screeching metal filled her eyes, knowing the noise was never a good sign for her. Before she could do anything more than wake up, she was flipped onto her stomach and pinned to the ground by the many guards assigned to the task. "Fucking!... Ugh!" The girl groaned in frustration as she fought against the hands hold her down, her muscles barely cooperating with her, still heavy from her sleep. "You mother fuckers can't try this shit when I'm awake, huh!? Little pussies afraid I'll fuck you up too?" Despite her talk, it was too late too fight back now, her hands immobilized behind her, and her ankles bound together to keep her from kicking, she couldn't do much but make whatever they tried next as frustrating as possible.

With easy, she was heaved onto the shoulder of one the guards, and carried through the market. "Let me the fuck g-ow!" Before she could even finish her command, she felt a sharp sting on her ass, only causing her to wiggle more in the man's grasp, twisting and turning as much as possible to try and slip out of it. "Just you fucking wait you fucking piece of shit!" She yelled out, not really talking to any guard in particular, but meaning what she said. She was going to get even.

Right when she thought she escaped the guards grasp... Well, she did, but only because he needed her on the ground. With a small squeal, and a dull thump, she landed on the ground on her chest, knocking the wind out of her. "You f- Nn!" Before the tainted words could even leave her mouth, she was being spanked, over and over as her hands were uncuffed, but then rebound. The prolonged spanking actually managed to keep the firey girl quiet for some time, her breaths rough as she struggled to catch her breath, but not having much luck while gasping each time she was struck. Before long, he was finished though, leaving her rear stinging and hot, and allowing the guards to lift her and attach her, prone, to one of the many ceiling hooks in the market.

With so many guards holding her still and still having others around to tie ropes around her, Amelia knew she wouldn't be escaping this punishment. Her breasts soon had rope separating them, and squeezing their base, making them stand out further. If that wasn't enough, her arms were tied together more tightly, pulling back her shoulders and thrusting her chest out more. "You fucking... You can't even do your fucking job right! My shoulders are going to-" From out of her vision, one of the many shoved a gag into her mouth and quickly fastened it, the size larger than what she was used to, not even letting her mutter half or slurred words. Hell, she couldn't even open her mouth larger if she tried. So she had to admit, they had her. She couldn't get out of this. All they had to do was tie the rope between her legs so snugly that the rope dug into the curves of her lower lips, and then hoist her onto the hook.

Her struggling resumed however, when Amelia felt the rope loosen for the quickest of moments, and something enter her pussy, her eyes going wide. Twisting, turning, kicking, shaking. Nothing she tried even had the illusion of helping. And then it started vibrating. If the gag wasn't so restrictive, the guards would have got to hear her pleas. Cheeks tinting red, she tried not to concentrate on the buzzing between her legs, instead pulling and yanking in any direction that she could manage. It had to be a half an hour before she stopped, her shoulders already screaming at her, telling her not to make their pain worse. But it wasn't. It wasn't even four minutes.

Seconds passed so slowly, it seemed. Although Amelia tried her hardest to get out of her bonds, she was nowhere closer, and much more exhausted. Her jaw ached from trying to squeeze out her curses, everywhere the roped touched raw from her constant flexing to try and get free. And then the vibrator, never pausing, never relenting, just buzzing away inside of her. Ten minutes in, that was the only thing she could concentrate on that wasn't pain. Slowly, the moisture grew, the telltale sign of her arousal, soaking into and spreading in her panties. Fifteen minutes in, she was no closer to her orgasm, but the heat and the need to release still built. Twenty minutes in, her struggling started again, her juices soaking through her panties, and into her pantyhose. The struggling stopped after only two more minutes, but the juices never did. They just kept flowing and flowing.

After awhile, Amelia stopped tracking the time. Honestly, she couldn't focus on much after forty minutes. Even the color of her eye's dulled, shapes and colors blurring as pleasure and pain took her senses. But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. Even with her body instinctively trying to push against the rope tied against her crotch, which now coated with her arousal, dripping steadily onto the floor and growing the small puddle already there, it wasn't enough. She just couldn't cum. She couldn't do anything in fact. Just suffer this unjust torture. Face and neck flushed bright red from her blush, drool dripping from both corners of her mouth, and down her chin, she reminded herself not to give into them in this state. She reminded herself that as much as she could, inbetween all of her moans and whimpers. As time kept ticking though, she was even losing her grip on coherent thought, her inner monologue dissolving into moans, and the desire to cum. There was no world around her, just the one in her head, showing her eyes the sight she wanted to see. Her climax. So many times she watched her self tip over the edge, squirt her juices, leaving her body trembling and heavy. She wanted that so badly.

 

[Kyubey]

Satisfied to watch her hang, many customers would come her way, 'appraising' her body with touches, strokes and gropes only to comment what a shame it was for her to be taken. They were all manners of masters: some short, some a little plump, while others were exceedingly handsome. Yet one trait remained: they all saw her as lower than dirt itself. One even watched her from time to time, watching that rebellious and feisty spirit slowly wane and vanish. Rope bondage takes all kinds. Soon enough all she was doing was drooling, moaning and dangling in the strict bondage, enduring an endless hell of arousal of which there was little reprieve from.

The guards literally showed no mercy, simply preferring to watch the otherwise 'dangerous' slave from Block D-8 to slowly break as the ropes confined her better than any jail cell and as the ball gag silenced her better than any threat. For some reason, many others came her way when they realized that she had somewhat 'snapped' , noticing the glassy, glazed-over eyes for the moment. One even watched her try to wriggle close to rub her pussy against the ropes. The guards stopped him, but the man managed to pull the crotchrope up, letting it rub extremely well at her aroused and tormented folds, almost a touch away from granting her what she really wanted. Instead, all she got were a few spanks to the buttocks.

A few things said and soon a guard nodded. Her pleas were answered. She was lowered from the rope hook that was suspended near the top of the roof, hands however gruff, untied her arms and her legs from their strenuous torture, quickly replaced by more comfortable yet compromising handcuffs. They didn't need the girl to know that she had to move on, so a leather blindfold was placed onto her eyes. A few other girls looked bleakly at her with some envy, compliant as ever as they huddled in small cages answering the every question each curious master had for them. Forced to hobble along, they led her along like an owner handling their dog, forcing her beyond the transaction area and into the 'punishment cells'. Were they bearing down on her for that defiance she had demonstrated when she was new? However, her case was a little different. That was because they took a few sex toys, a ball gag and some rope as well. Before she had any chance to struggle, hands grasped her body.

"I think you need to be more quiet, Lass." said one, stuffing the ball gag into her mouth after pinching down her nose. Then, her hands were placed onto small pouch-like bondage mitts, tightened at the wrist but didn't really restrict her yet disallowed the use of her hands. After smearing some lubricant onto a dildo they slowly undid her shorts and pulled down her panty hose, only to crammed the pink plastic object onto her sacred duct, the tip driving the vibrator even further. Even though stuffed, they still fitted in two bullets right onto her lips, taping her vagina horizontally to prevent everything from popping out from sustained lower body area pressure. To ridicule her further, they added another strap to make it look like an 'x' covered up her shame. After a good laugh, they pulled up her panties and her shorts, leaving the stub of the vibrator sticking out where her shorts were soaked, reeking of her sex and arousal.

Wrapping a small strap around her left thigh, they snuck up the three remotes there, setting the vibrators at moderate speed as the dildo and two buds vibrated within her flesh, unable to drive her into an orgasm before her 'time-out'. This time around they were more merciful and left her with a ring-gag, though it was the right size this time it was sure to make her continue drooling. "You need to learn your place in this world, whore." he said, smiling as a blindfold was forced onto her eyes, earplugs fitted, instantly removing all the sound around her except for her own thoughts. With every sense except feel and smell removed from her, she was thrown into the padded cell. One walked up close, grasping her breasts with a rough fondle only to slowly move away.

"There's some water to the right of you, in a through." one whispered just before fitting the earplug once again, leaving her in a world full of silence. Hogtied before all to see for an hour, lighter bondage and full sensory deprivation for two hours and then finally, a good 'bath' before setting off. Aroused all throughout for sure was the command and they were paid handsomely to see this defiant girl slowly break from her torture. No matter how many times she moans out to be released, there would be none for her; both physically and sexually. It WOULD be possible to achieve climax, but it would require some physical stimulation.