Looking at the woman hanging from the chapel-like side vault her mouth covered with a blue and white bandana, her arms tied somehow on the back and her long hair spilling down over her shoulders, my vision was filled by her bound flesh and her struggle to fully wake up. I reachd up inside her white laced panties and fingered her sweet cunt, probing inside with two fingers. “Nnnnghhh…no...” she moaned like she were a junkie slowly rising from a stupor.

She was already wet, the whore. Acting firmly I reached down and touched her left foot – her two feet had been spread and cuffed to a steel bar - making her spin around. What thighs she had, rounded and strong!

“Welcome slut! Are you going to be a good slave, you think?"

“Mmmghh…aauughhh…” she let out as she began spinning. I climbed up into a niche on the side of the little vault and felt her body close, so close I could reach out comfortably to her face. Without asking any permission, I slapped her cheek hard, feeling the cloth of her gag.
“You're going to serve me, sweetie!”
She looked at me with eyes filled with unease and suitable tones of fear too. As she turned around in her bonds, I could see her arms more clearly, they had been turned right angles at the elbows and her wrists were firmly secured at those points, making her arms a hammered-out “U” encased in rope behind her. Another rope went down over her midriff into her cleft and tight over her crotch, with sturdy knots scratching her pussy walls and close to her slaveclit.

She was already drifting back into drowsy shock, but I knew she would not be staying that way. My eyes turned out into the room, watching this glorious flock of sluts being forced to know their place, and I vowed to show her we both belonged here.