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Authors: Winter Raven
me, in this room. You need to confront all your desires and fears. Be honest. Trust that I will not destroy your mind, even though it may feel like I am destroying your body.”
Trent unhooked the hand cuffs.
“I have to pee,” I said.
“There’s a bucket over there.” Trent’s voice suddenly sounded kind.
“Joking?”
“Not at all.”
I walked over and straddled my legs over the bucket. I spent thirty seconds trying to pee. Trent was watching me. He was waiting. I felt so exposed. Eventually, the urine began to trickle out and the bucket began filling with my urine.
“In the cell, Carice.”
I entered the small cell, which was actually a large cage. A Great Dane could fit into it. Trent pushed me in and then locked the door.
“I’ll be back,” he said.
Trent was gone for a long time. Eventually, I curled up and went to sleep.
“Time to play, Carice.” He banged on the cell. My body jumped. It took several moments to realize where I was. Trent opened the cell and dragged me out. “Performance time.”
Sinister Light was in the room, holding a robe. She draped it over me and then guided me out of the play room, down the hall and into another play room. There were four men sitting in maroon leather chairs, drinking and smoking cigars. There was a raised platform in fro nt of the chairs. The men were chatting with each other and paid no attention to me. Trent pushed me forward.
“Gentlemen, I present my newest slave. She’s here for your pleasure.” Trent took the robe from my body. “Here’s the rules Carice. No eye contact, no saying ‘no’ and no crying. Understood?”
I nodded my head.
“Get on all fours on the platform.”
I did as told. The men kept talking and I saw Trent sit in one of the empty chairs and sip a drink. I waited for some time. My knees were starting to hurt. I released the tension in my neck and let my head hang low. My long hair dangled down and touched the platform. The men were talking about a court case. They were talking about bribing a judge. Eventually one of the men got up and stood before me. I could only see his leather tassel loafers.
“Have you fucked this one, Trent?”
“No. Haven’t had the pleasure yet,” said Trent.
“I think I’m going to make her lick my shoes. Slave, lick my shoes.” The man laughed. Then his voice grew serious. “I mean it, lick my shoes.” He put his foot on the edge of the platform. I leaned over and stuck my tongue out. I touched his shoe gingerly with my tongue. The man laughed again. “You’re licking Italian leather. These shoes cost two thousand dollars. Lick them like their special.” I swallowed and then started lapping with my whole tongue, not just the tip. The man laughed again. “That’s awesome. I love it when a woman licks my shoes. Gets me harder than a fucking metal rod.” The man took his shoe away and then propped up his other foot. I started licking again. “I’m bored. You’re a boring, groveling idiot. Is she a fighter, Trent?”
“Oh, yes. She’s tough and rough. I’m working on smoothing her edges. Did you know she has a criminal record? She’s one of those co nfused girls who was abused by Daddy. I think I made a breakthrough tonight, though. She’s coming to terms with her depravity.”
“A criminal, huh? Well, idiot slave you’re in a room full of lawyers. We can crush you legally.” The man laughed again. “Maybe we can plant some evidence on her. Get her jammed up in the court system. She could sit her ass in prison. Jail is for babies. Prison is for the idiot cunts.”
I started crying. I didn’t want to, but the man made me scared.
“I think she’s crying Marcus.” One of the other men spoke.
“I told you no crying, Carice.” Trent did not sound happy.
“I’m going to break you.” The man laughed. “Physically, mentally, sexually, emotionally. I will break you every way I can. Can I have her Trent? I mean permanent. My own slave. No sharing.”
“Not
Trent unhooked the hand cuffs.
“I have to pee,” I said.
“There’s a bucket over there.” Trent’s voice suddenly sounded kind.
“Joking?”
“Not at all.”
I walked over and straddled my legs over the bucket. I spent thirty seconds trying to pee. Trent was watching me. He was waiting. I felt so exposed. Eventually, the urine began to trickle out and the bucket began filling with my urine.
“In the cell, Carice.”
I entered the small cell, which was actually a large cage. A Great Dane could fit into it. Trent pushed me in and then locked the door.
“I’ll be back,” he said.
Trent was gone for a long time. Eventually, I curled up and went to sleep.
“Time to play, Carice.” He banged on the cell. My body jumped. It took several moments to realize where I was. Trent opened the cell and dragged me out. “Performance time.”
Sinister Light was in the room, holding a robe. She draped it over me and then guided me out of the play room, down the hall and into another play room. There were four men sitting in maroon leather chairs, drinking and smoking cigars. There was a raised platform in fro nt of the chairs. The men were chatting with each other and paid no attention to me. Trent pushed me forward.
“Gentlemen, I present my newest slave. She’s here for your pleasure.” Trent took the robe from my body. “Here’s the rules Carice. No eye contact, no saying ‘no’ and no crying. Understood?”
I nodded my head.
“Get on all fours on the platform.”
I did as told. The men kept talking and I saw Trent sit in one of the empty chairs and sip a drink. I waited for some time. My knees were starting to hurt. I released the tension in my neck and let my head hang low. My long hair dangled down and touched the platform. The men were talking about a court case. They were talking about bribing a judge. Eventually one of the men got up and stood before me. I could only see his leather tassel loafers.
“Have you fucked this one, Trent?”
“No. Haven’t had the pleasure yet,” said Trent.
“I think I’m going to make her lick my shoes. Slave, lick my shoes.” The man laughed. Then his voice grew serious. “I mean it, lick my shoes.” He put his foot on the edge of the platform. I leaned over and stuck my tongue out. I touched his shoe gingerly with my tongue. The man laughed again. “You’re licking Italian leather. These shoes cost two thousand dollars. Lick them like their special.” I swallowed and then started lapping with my whole tongue, not just the tip. The man laughed again. “That’s awesome. I love it when a woman licks my shoes. Gets me harder than a fucking metal rod.” The man took his shoe away and then propped up his other foot. I started licking again. “I’m bored. You’re a boring, groveling idiot. Is she a fighter, Trent?”
“Oh, yes. She’s tough and rough. I’m working on smoothing her edges. Did you know she has a criminal record? She’s one of those co nfused girls who was abused by Daddy. I think I made a breakthrough tonight, though. She’s coming to terms with her depravity.”
“A criminal, huh? Well, idiot slave you’re in a room full of lawyers. We can crush you legally.” The man laughed again. “Maybe we can plant some evidence on her. Get her jammed up in the court system. She could sit her ass in prison. Jail is for babies. Prison is for the idiot cunts.”
I started crying. I didn’t want to, but the man made me scared.
“I think she’s crying Marcus.” One of the other men spoke.
“I told you no crying, Carice.” Trent did not sound happy.
“I’m going to break you.” The man laughed. “Physically, mentally, sexually, emotionally. I will break you every way I can. Can I have her Trent? I mean permanent. My own slave. No sharing.”
“Not