The abduction of Jessie

In the dim light of day coming from some of the windows - others are´covered in red and black curtains - she glimpses benches, stalls of whips, dildos and other equipment and hooks and items of ladies' lingerie strewn about. In a less cluttered corner of the room there are two steel hooks hanging from wooden stands fixed to the roof with pairs of chains set into the floor under them, and in a flash she realizes what dreadful things they could be used for.

Jessie breathes hard and then looks at her captor in shock. She has never seen a place like this before, and she can barely bring herself to walk further. "You OGRE!" she blurts out.

WIthout warning his hand fist fires forward catching her full in the stomach. In a hearbeat she is doubled over on the floor, gasping in pain, unable to move, to breath or to speak. grabbing her by the ankle, he drags her across the hard floor of the room to the corner where the hooks are fixed to the beams over head and into the floor. WIthout speaking he wraps the heavy chains around her wrists, locking them tightly and then pulling them up until she hangs by her wrists, feet inches off the floor, her wrists pulled wide apart.

Talk about a disconcerting plunge into a fresh nightmare. Nothing seems to be getting better in this place! Her arms and legs are near point-break, she feels, the relentless pull on her arms and the still obvious smears of his cum in her mouth and her face, making her feel like a distended and distorted chain gang convict. Why does he want to take her on this ride?

Her need to cry out with pain is overwhelming, but denied by the wrenching ring gag: her head jerks back and forth and it feels like someone has stuck a fork from her mouth and deep in. The back is totally nude too, if only I had something nice and styleful to wear, Jessie muses as her eyes sweep around the room. On a few chairs and tables she spots corsets, handcuffs and hose and tights of different kinds - pink, black and dark sheer hues.

Pain rises like a steady pillar of water in her, flooding her senses but as she looks down her long, chained legs and feels the pull she is getting drugged by the feeling of no escape, absolutely no escape.

"You're a whore, a slave", he had told her.

Hell I'm not

"You're my whore and I can take you anywhere I want. I can do unspeakable things to you, call you a slave and tattoo it on you, pee in your mouth, turn you over to somebody I choose to fuck you and I don't need to ask you.Tie you up, whip you, deprive you of talking.. Any moment i want."

Mmmgh. Help! Mmmgh..The thought sinks in, it's horrible, but at the same time - fascinating. But photograph her, use her like a cyber slut to get the money to buy more implements of torture and stuff his bak account?? Never, never.

Her cunt is tickling her again.

We need to do a little sound check to make sure we are all set up. Walking up to her he grasps her left nipple between his thumb and finger and pull it straight out, stretching it grotesquely from her body. It is then that she sees the glint of the long thin surgical needle in his other hand. Five inches in length, he moves it until the micro sharp tip is against the side of her breast about an inch behind her stretched and tortured nipple. WIth a smile, he slowly begins to push the needle through her breast flesh.

She'd thought it couldn't get any worse with rregard to her nipples and she was wrong. Feeling the hard twitch of his finger sends a sharp jolt of pain through her tired tit, but when she spots the needle she barely can believe her eyes. You kidding me or...

MMMMNNGH! she cries out, mouth open in a murmuring, harsh scream that would have been twice as loud if she could bend her jaws and her tongue. Her whole body shudders.

Watching as the needle tip emerges from the other side of her tit, he smiles and drops the nipple and watches as it bob and jiggles, the glint of the needle on either side flashing in the glare of the photographic lights. He turns and checks the dials and meters on the complicated looking sound board. Making a few adjustments, he turns back to her, grasps her right nipple as he speaks.

"Almost there, one more sound check and we should be ready to begin!"

pulling the nipple straight out, he produces a second needle and quickly and effciently spears her breast with one quick easy stroke.

She stares at her tormentor in blank fury, then as he ´closes in with the needle she closes her eyes. The pin is hideous, it would be even worse if she weren't already a bit numbed by his assault on her left crown. Her lips wrinkle around the ring gag and she yelps with pain, and shakes her calves in a frantic attempt to escape. Then she opens her yes a little and sees how he is holding a cotton tuft wet with white spirit right by her battered nipple. He moves it close to the netrance wound of the needle.

MMMGH!! she growls again, then wailing.

"Good" he says. "That should be about right . . . now we can get down to the real business of the day. I have been paid a considerable sum of money to produce a video of the reduction of a young woman by torture and rape. Guess what. You are the star!!!!! Your role requires that you be tortured, whipped, beaten and raped until you are nothing but a simpering pile of semi-human flesh. No lines to remember, no marks to hit! Simple isnt' it? Shall we begin?"

His instructions are plain and simple and Jessie gets the part wrong from the start. She furiously jerks her head "No!" and, hardly audibly, growls with pain.

RP closed due to different opinions over artistic direction.