Staring into the mirror, up at the monitor, she again tries to force herself to move as a range of emotions flood her mind. Confused, mad, terrified, she struggles mentally and physically as the clamps jiggle off her aching nipples and clit, her arms hanging limply beside her relaxed thighs. Feeling a cold sensation against her left breast, quickly glancing toward the mirror, she sees the glistening skewer pricking against the outside globe of her left breast. Heart racing, trying to nod her head, she’s too late. �Uuuggghh!� The hoarse grunt escapes her parted lips as the skewer sinks inward into her glistening breast until the needle sharp tip pierces the enveloping flesh.

�Aaaggghhh!� An actual scream escapes her lips as she’s barely able to twitch her head up and down, even as the skewer sinks one, two inches deep into her breast. �Agghhhh!� Another scream as the skewers twisted, probed like a red hot poker before being pulled slowly back out. Glaring at the mirror through her tears, she watches the clamps painfully twitching on her quivering breasts as a spurt of blood trickles off her rounded globe, tracing down the side of her ribcage as her naked body appears obscenely relaxed. �Okay.� The calm voice comes across the monitor. �I see you got the point! Now number two. Unless otherwise ordered by me or my wife personally, your body will always be unclothed, nude, completely naked. Even when performing your duties as a servant, maid, even as the Nanny. By the way the kids are almost your age, they’ve seen your photo, they’re pleased.� Continuing he adds. Getting back to you staying naked, at times I might want to just put you on exhibit, anytime, anyplace. Also, your orifices will always be instantly available to me or anyone else I offer them to. Agree?�

Not believing what she’s hearing, what she’s going through, the ridiculous orders resonate in her mind as she stares numbly toward the monitor as if she’s in the twilight zone, a nightmare. Her mind centers on the metal clamps continuing to burn across her body as each twitch causes them to tighten even more, the oozing needle prick burning like a swarm of bees. �Aaaaaaagggghhhhh!� Her body reflexively jerks upwards as her glazed eyes dart toward the mirror, unbelievably directed at the piercing pain of the skewer jamming up from between the leather straps forming the seat, directed into the very nub of her clamped clitoris. Twitching her head up and down, hysterical, the clamps jerking on her nipples and clit, she feels the skewer punching its way clear through the tortured nub. �Aaaaagghh Aaagghhhh Agghhh!� Each rasping breath brings an animalistic shriek as the skewer’s twisted, jerked back out. Her body quivering, her reddened eyes glare at the mirror, at the image of the blood dripping off the chrome dangling from her clitoris reflecting back at her. �You need to answer more quickly Jodi Lynn.� The voice pounds in her ear. �Understand? I warned you about him, didn’t I?� Glaring wide eyed toward the monitor, her head jerks, twitches up and down as she grunts through the saliva drooling off her parted lips, dripping across her naked breasts.

�Good girl. Now that’s better!� The vision of the robed man speaks through the monitor. �Now thirdly, you’ll learn to service me, my wife, and anyone else I allow. Actually you might say you’ll be a real, live sex slave. You’ll be enthusiastic and instantaneous with your sexual services.� Again silent for a few moments, he adds. �But, your orgasms are forbidden unless instructed. Then, it must be instantaneous, but don’t worry about that, they must be earned, they may be separated by weeks, or even months. In fact, most of the time they will not be allowed to come from sex, but from discipline sessions. It will all come with practice. Oh, and of course you are never to touch your breasts, vagina or ass without permission. Agreed?� Glancing at the monitor, nauseated, her eyes darting at the mirror, she quickly twitches her head up and down. Feeling the hand still gripping her hair, in an odd way glad she can feel it, hoping he realizes she’s answering, even if she doesn’t mean it. �Oh, finally, just to let you know, just in case you harbor any ideas. You’re being brought to our Caribbean estate. And, by the way, your airline ticket’s being used. That flight’s taking you to your original destination as we speak. But for whatever reason, when you get there, you’ll change your mind like you have so many times in the past and you’ll get a ticket for a bus to take you to Mexico, where sadly, you’re going to disappear. At least that’s what any investigators will uncover, if there are any.� A chuckle comes over the monitor as he adds. �You’d be amazed how much your look a like actually looks like you, except for those titties!�

The escort releases her hair, leans toward the monitor, asking. �Anything else Master DeSade?� Dismayed, oblivious to their discussion, she quivers as the realization of her unthinkable future sinks in, her heart thumping in her chest as the voice comes over the monitor. �That’s all for now, you’ve still got a couple hours or so before the plane lands. Have your usual fun, then bring her home, she starts at her position tomorrow morning.�

Raising her head, watching the monitor as the hooded man stands, leaves the view of the screen, leaving the empty chair and bookshelves, she again struggles to move her arms, legs, anything. Glancing down toward the mirror she watches her limp body gently swaying in the reflection, the strap hanging down from the ceiling behind her neck supporting her, blood trickling down from between her thighs. Only the clamps jiggle off her pulsing nipples, aching clit, nothing else moves. Gazing back toward the blank monitor, she notices the red light still glaring. Feeling cold metal, her heart pounding, her eyes dart toward the mirror as she sees the glisten off the skewer being slid between the clover clamp, against the tip of her swollen nipple.

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