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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.
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 seized 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 Christine 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 Christine 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 perpetual arousal and limbo. This was her torture.
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.
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 seized 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 Christine 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 Christine 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 perpetual arousal and limbo. This was her torture.