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TheLimey
Magistrate
The Site
Chapter One
J looked down at the papers in front of her, then looked up. Such an ordinary room. It looked like it could be the office of any executive anywhere in the City, but what she was about to sign would completely change her life.
Everything had been explained to her by a man in a sharp suit, who had met her at the door of the building, escorted her through a series of corridors and brought her to this office. How she would be paid, how there would be a 48 hour cooling off period before she would join the company, how they would maintain the semblance of her life outside in such a way that she could simply slot back into it if she chose to leave at any time.
Then they had gone through the questionnaire that she had had to fill in as part of the application process. Her experiences, her current limits, her fantasies. It had been made perfectly clear that apart from a certain set of activities that she had indicated were a hard no, her limits would be regularly tested, and indeed exceeded.
Then, he had left her here, with a series of papers to sign. She looked down at them again. She could feel her heart beat a little faster, feel a faint prickle of sweat at her hairline. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to consent to being held as a prisoner, subject to the sadistic urges of a paying audience, every moment of her life broadcast across the dark web?
She felt the butterflies in her stomach, felt her nipples harden under her blouse, felt the familiar warmth between her legs. She grabbed the pen and started signing.
Chapter One
J looked down at the papers in front of her, then looked up. Such an ordinary room. It looked like it could be the office of any executive anywhere in the City, but what she was about to sign would completely change her life.
Everything had been explained to her by a man in a sharp suit, who had met her at the door of the building, escorted her through a series of corridors and brought her to this office. How she would be paid, how there would be a 48 hour cooling off period before she would join the company, how they would maintain the semblance of her life outside in such a way that she could simply slot back into it if she chose to leave at any time.
Then they had gone through the questionnaire that she had had to fill in as part of the application process. Her experiences, her current limits, her fantasies. It had been made perfectly clear that apart from a certain set of activities that she had indicated were a hard no, her limits would be regularly tested, and indeed exceeded.
Then, he had left her here, with a series of papers to sign. She looked down at them again. She could feel her heart beat a little faster, feel a faint prickle of sweat at her hairline. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to consent to being held as a prisoner, subject to the sadistic urges of a paying audience, every moment of her life broadcast across the dark web?
She felt the butterflies in her stomach, felt her nipples harden under her blouse, felt the familiar warmth between her legs. She grabbed the pen and started signing.
TheLimey
Magistrate
Chapter 2 - Some weeks earlier.
J couldn't sleep. London was stupidly hot this summer, and the flat she lived in had no A/C, and a set of windows that wouldn't open. Even the fan that she had in the bedroom was useless, and she was sheened with sweat.
She ran a hand down her body, feeling the slick skin beneath her fingertips, then reached for her iPad. She couldn't sleep, so at least she could entertain herself.
She pulled up her bookmarks, and navigated to one particular forum that met all her dark submissive fantasies. There was a message from another forum member, an Australian who went by the username of Mistress P. They had chatted extensively in the past, even doing a little bit of roleplay over Discord, and P knew what turned on J with uncanny accuracy.
The message was a single sentence. 'This looks like it would be something you'd enjoy..' and a link.
The link opened a new window, and J settled onto her side, propping up the Ipad on its stand. If P had flagged it for her, she knew it would be good.
What came up was a video, and what it contained made J gasp. The camera was focussed on a woman. She was hanging upside down in the center of a white tiled room, totally naked. Her legs were held slightly apart, heavy iron shackles at the ankles holding her there, the chains disappearing out of shot. She was obviously fit, the muscles of her abdomen clearly delineated. Her small breasts were pulled towards the floor by gravity, lying almost flat on her chest. The camera panned down to the woman's face, the blond hair pulled back in a ponytail that dangles between her arms, both of which didn't touch the floor.
There was a clock on the video, and J realized as it started that it was going to count down from 12 hours. She wasn't even certain if someone could hang upside down for 12 hours without blacking out.
She watched, fascinated, as the woman swung up, catching her calves with her hands, almost folding herself in half, obviously doing so to relieve the excessive blood flow to her head. J could imagine what it must feel like, the strain on her arms, the effect on her breathing due to the cramped position, and she started to rub at her clit.
J couldn't help but come a few minutes later, as the woman on the screen let go of her calves, her body swinging back to hang vertically, beads of sweat starting to run down her torso. J didn't stop masturbating though, and soon, as if in sync with J, the woman reached up with her own hand, reaching between her legs and masturbating herself. Before long, both the woman and J brought themselves to orgasm, and the woman on the screen was sweating profusely, mirroring J's sweating body.
J watched for an hour, coming twice more, as the edited video jumped on stages down to just 30 minutes. The woman must have been in agony now, hanging upside down, sweat and other fluids soaking her hair and dripping onto the floor. J couldn't help herself, she had to carry on watching.
The woman's breathing was shallow, and the length of time she could lift herself up to as getting smaller each time, but she was still reaching for her cunt, which was slick with juices. Then, as the woman had yet another orgasm, the woman unmistakably started to piss, the fluid running down her torso and over her face, pooling on the floor beneath her.
J let out a huge cry of 'Ffffuuuuucccckkkk!!!' as she came one last time. Then she collapsed onto her back, soaking wet with sweat and her own juices. By the time she had recovered, the video had stopped, a final frozen image of the woman's face, unmistakably showing both pain and pleasure in her expression.
She sent her friend a message through the forum. 'Jesus, where did that come from?'
J couldn't sleep. London was stupidly hot this summer, and the flat she lived in had no A/C, and a set of windows that wouldn't open. Even the fan that she had in the bedroom was useless, and she was sheened with sweat.
She ran a hand down her body, feeling the slick skin beneath her fingertips, then reached for her iPad. She couldn't sleep, so at least she could entertain herself.
She pulled up her bookmarks, and navigated to one particular forum that met all her dark submissive fantasies. There was a message from another forum member, an Australian who went by the username of Mistress P. They had chatted extensively in the past, even doing a little bit of roleplay over Discord, and P knew what turned on J with uncanny accuracy.
The message was a single sentence. 'This looks like it would be something you'd enjoy..' and a link.
The link opened a new window, and J settled onto her side, propping up the Ipad on its stand. If P had flagged it for her, she knew it would be good.
What came up was a video, and what it contained made J gasp. The camera was focussed on a woman. She was hanging upside down in the center of a white tiled room, totally naked. Her legs were held slightly apart, heavy iron shackles at the ankles holding her there, the chains disappearing out of shot. She was obviously fit, the muscles of her abdomen clearly delineated. Her small breasts were pulled towards the floor by gravity, lying almost flat on her chest. The camera panned down to the woman's face, the blond hair pulled back in a ponytail that dangles between her arms, both of which didn't touch the floor.
There was a clock on the video, and J realized as it started that it was going to count down from 12 hours. She wasn't even certain if someone could hang upside down for 12 hours without blacking out.
She watched, fascinated, as the woman swung up, catching her calves with her hands, almost folding herself in half, obviously doing so to relieve the excessive blood flow to her head. J could imagine what it must feel like, the strain on her arms, the effect on her breathing due to the cramped position, and she started to rub at her clit.
J couldn't help but come a few minutes later, as the woman on the screen let go of her calves, her body swinging back to hang vertically, beads of sweat starting to run down her torso. J didn't stop masturbating though, and soon, as if in sync with J, the woman reached up with her own hand, reaching between her legs and masturbating herself. Before long, both the woman and J brought themselves to orgasm, and the woman on the screen was sweating profusely, mirroring J's sweating body.
J watched for an hour, coming twice more, as the edited video jumped on stages down to just 30 minutes. The woman must have been in agony now, hanging upside down, sweat and other fluids soaking her hair and dripping onto the floor. J couldn't help herself, she had to carry on watching.
The woman's breathing was shallow, and the length of time she could lift herself up to as getting smaller each time, but she was still reaching for her cunt, which was slick with juices. Then, as the woman had yet another orgasm, the woman unmistakably started to piss, the fluid running down her torso and over her face, pooling on the floor beneath her.
J let out a huge cry of 'Ffffuuuuucccckkkk!!!' as she came one last time. Then she collapsed onto her back, soaking wet with sweat and her own juices. By the time she had recovered, the video had stopped, a final frozen image of the woman's face, unmistakably showing both pain and pleasure in her expression.
She sent her friend a message through the forum. 'Jesus, where did that come from?'
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TheLimey
Magistrate
Chapter 3 - The Red Head
Her friend's reply was a couple of days after. J had watched the video a few times, edging herself until the woman had her own orgasms, leaving J gleaming with sweat herself.
'I don't really know. I gave a friend who occasionally sends me things, just as I do to you, and this something he had passed to me. He passed me one more. I presume you'ld like to see it?'
J's reply was a simple 'Fuck, yes!'
The video was with her the next day, and J reviewed the first 10 minutes before she deliberately stopped the video. She'd wait for the upcoming weekend, and make some preparations first, to mirror some of what she had seen.
When Saturday came around, she finished the preparations, and laid out everything she would need in her living room.
She checked everything off in her head. Space cleared in center of the room, check... Eye bolts in the walls, check. Chains, cuffs, and combination locks, check. Gags and various insertables, check. Widescreen TV set connected to the laptop, check. Everything was ready, even the web cam that she was using to record herself, that she would set up in a spilt screen, a picture within the wider picture of the woman who was going to be used in front of her.
Her window wasn't overlooked, but it still felt daring to not draw the curtains, but she wanted it that way, so she stripped naked, then started on her bondage.
Cuffs and collars were first, leather cuffs at her wrists, ankles, and a set just below her knees, all locked into place with padlocks. Then the collar, one of her particular favourites, a substantial piece of steel that she also locked into place.
She took up a chain next, wrapping it around her waist and locking it at the front, leaving a substantial tail that fell between her legs. She reached for a large dildo, a full 8" in size with an integral vibrator, and lubed it up, before inserting it into her already went cunt. This was followed by a long thin plug, a string of ridges that flared out, each larger than the last until it reached a fat base. This she also lubed, then inserted into her arse, making her gasp as the balls stretched her out as she pushed them home. Then, as she clenched both her cunt and arse, she threaded the chain between her legs and through a ring set into the bottom of each of the invaders, before she pulled the chain tight, locking it at the small of her back to the chain that wrapped around her waist. She tried the vibrator for a moment, using a remote that she had on the floor in front of her, and moaned as she felt it work inside her.
She worked quickly now, her excitement rising. She set up the laptop, getting it ready to play at the touch of a button, the webcam on the top also set to record when ready. Then she got up, and ran chains from the eye bolts to the center of the room, 6 in total. She knelt, then reached behind her to lock her ankle cuffs together first, then forced her legs apart at the front using chains that led to the eyebolts, leaving her wide open from the front, her hairless cunt split open by the chain that held in the dildos.
More chains went to her collar, 4 in total, and J made sure that there was some tension on each one before she locked them in place, forcing her to sit upright in order to stop the collar from putting too much stress on her neck. She dropped the keys to all the locks behind her, where she could reach them with her hands, then started both the video and the web cam.
As the screen in front of her flickered into life, she made the final moves on her game, taking a spider gag from the floor in front of her, buckling it in place around her head, holding her mouth wide open. Then, with one hand holding the vibrator remote, she locked her arms behind her, using a combination lock that she carefully set so that only a single swipe with her thumb in one direction would pop it open, an old trick from escapology.
Then, as she fixed her gaze on the screen, she turned the vibrator on, set to a random pattern, then tossed the remote behind her somewhere.
On the screen, she could see a woman, kneeling on a dirty cell floor, her body streaked with dirt and other substances, her red hair hanging lankly around her face. A clock in the bottom corner was counting the time since the woman had been placed in the cell, over 5 days ago. Her mouth was held open by a spider gag, just as was J's, and she was in the same position as J, but everything was turned up to eleven. The cuffs that J could see were thick iron, as were the chains that held the red head in place. From the position of her arms, the red head's wrists were pulled up behind her, holding them in a reverse prayer position.
J glanced between the red head and the inset image of herself as she was now, the first strings of drool falling from her lips to drip onto her chin. She could see the only slightly faded signs of a whipping that had been laid across the red head's chest, could see the exhaustion etched into the face that was being shown to her. Had she been in that pose for five days?
The vibrator in J's cunt kicked up a gear, and she moaned. Could she go through the same ordeal as red head? The thoughts started to tumble through her head and she could feel the first orgasm build, until she came, her chest heaving, a faint sheen of sweat appearing on her skin.
The image on the screen moved, switched to one side, and J watched as a male came into the frame, his erect cock jutting out of his trousers. With no hesitation, he simply strode over to the red head, and stuffed himself into her held open mouth. He grabbed her by the hair, then slowly and deliberately started to thrust in and out, each withdrawal accompanied by copious amounts of drool that ran over the red head's chin and onto her chest.
J couldn't help herself. The brutality of the act, the use of this chained prisoner as just a vessel drove her into another orgasm, and she exploded, straining against the chains at her neck and legs, her eyes closing.
When she opened them again, the man was gone, but the red head was thickly spattered with his come, which dropped from her hair and open mouth onto her body. The red head was breathing heavily and sweating, and as J glanced at the inset image of herself, she could see she was the same.
It was over an hour later that the batteries in the vibrator gave out, by which time J had come twice more. She was dripping with sweat and drool, and a small pool of her own juices had collected beneath her. As she released herself from her bondage, she knew she had to find out more about the videos.
Her friend's reply was a couple of days after. J had watched the video a few times, edging herself until the woman had her own orgasms, leaving J gleaming with sweat herself.
'I don't really know. I gave a friend who occasionally sends me things, just as I do to you, and this something he had passed to me. He passed me one more. I presume you'ld like to see it?'
J's reply was a simple 'Fuck, yes!'
The video was with her the next day, and J reviewed the first 10 minutes before she deliberately stopped the video. She'd wait for the upcoming weekend, and make some preparations first, to mirror some of what she had seen.
When Saturday came around, she finished the preparations, and laid out everything she would need in her living room.
She checked everything off in her head. Space cleared in center of the room, check... Eye bolts in the walls, check. Chains, cuffs, and combination locks, check. Gags and various insertables, check. Widescreen TV set connected to the laptop, check. Everything was ready, even the web cam that she was using to record herself, that she would set up in a spilt screen, a picture within the wider picture of the woman who was going to be used in front of her.
Her window wasn't overlooked, but it still felt daring to not draw the curtains, but she wanted it that way, so she stripped naked, then started on her bondage.
Cuffs and collars were first, leather cuffs at her wrists, ankles, and a set just below her knees, all locked into place with padlocks. Then the collar, one of her particular favourites, a substantial piece of steel that she also locked into place.
She took up a chain next, wrapping it around her waist and locking it at the front, leaving a substantial tail that fell between her legs. She reached for a large dildo, a full 8" in size with an integral vibrator, and lubed it up, before inserting it into her already went cunt. This was followed by a long thin plug, a string of ridges that flared out, each larger than the last until it reached a fat base. This she also lubed, then inserted into her arse, making her gasp as the balls stretched her out as she pushed them home. Then, as she clenched both her cunt and arse, she threaded the chain between her legs and through a ring set into the bottom of each of the invaders, before she pulled the chain tight, locking it at the small of her back to the chain that wrapped around her waist. She tried the vibrator for a moment, using a remote that she had on the floor in front of her, and moaned as she felt it work inside her.
She worked quickly now, her excitement rising. She set up the laptop, getting it ready to play at the touch of a button, the webcam on the top also set to record when ready. Then she got up, and ran chains from the eye bolts to the center of the room, 6 in total. She knelt, then reached behind her to lock her ankle cuffs together first, then forced her legs apart at the front using chains that led to the eyebolts, leaving her wide open from the front, her hairless cunt split open by the chain that held in the dildos.
More chains went to her collar, 4 in total, and J made sure that there was some tension on each one before she locked them in place, forcing her to sit upright in order to stop the collar from putting too much stress on her neck. She dropped the keys to all the locks behind her, where she could reach them with her hands, then started both the video and the web cam.
As the screen in front of her flickered into life, she made the final moves on her game, taking a spider gag from the floor in front of her, buckling it in place around her head, holding her mouth wide open. Then, with one hand holding the vibrator remote, she locked her arms behind her, using a combination lock that she carefully set so that only a single swipe with her thumb in one direction would pop it open, an old trick from escapology.
Then, as she fixed her gaze on the screen, she turned the vibrator on, set to a random pattern, then tossed the remote behind her somewhere.
On the screen, she could see a woman, kneeling on a dirty cell floor, her body streaked with dirt and other substances, her red hair hanging lankly around her face. A clock in the bottom corner was counting the time since the woman had been placed in the cell, over 5 days ago. Her mouth was held open by a spider gag, just as was J's, and she was in the same position as J, but everything was turned up to eleven. The cuffs that J could see were thick iron, as were the chains that held the red head in place. From the position of her arms, the red head's wrists were pulled up behind her, holding them in a reverse prayer position.
J glanced between the red head and the inset image of herself as she was now, the first strings of drool falling from her lips to drip onto her chin. She could see the only slightly faded signs of a whipping that had been laid across the red head's chest, could see the exhaustion etched into the face that was being shown to her. Had she been in that pose for five days?
The vibrator in J's cunt kicked up a gear, and she moaned. Could she go through the same ordeal as red head? The thoughts started to tumble through her head and she could feel the first orgasm build, until she came, her chest heaving, a faint sheen of sweat appearing on her skin.
The image on the screen moved, switched to one side, and J watched as a male came into the frame, his erect cock jutting out of his trousers. With no hesitation, he simply strode over to the red head, and stuffed himself into her held open mouth. He grabbed her by the hair, then slowly and deliberately started to thrust in and out, each withdrawal accompanied by copious amounts of drool that ran over the red head's chin and onto her chest.
J couldn't help herself. The brutality of the act, the use of this chained prisoner as just a vessel drove her into another orgasm, and she exploded, straining against the chains at her neck and legs, her eyes closing.
When she opened them again, the man was gone, but the red head was thickly spattered with his come, which dropped from her hair and open mouth onto her body. The red head was breathing heavily and sweating, and as J glanced at the inset image of herself, she could see she was the same.
It was over an hour later that the batteries in the vibrator gave out, by which time J had come twice more. She was dripping with sweat and drool, and a small pool of her own juices had collected beneath her. As she released herself from her bondage, she knew she had to find out more about the videos.
TheLimey
Magistrate
Chapter 4 - Contact
J spent the rest of the weekend running the two videos back and forward, looking at the scenes they contained. The video of the red head carried on for another two hours after J had stopped it originally, during which time she had been flogged across the tits, had another man use her as brutally as the first, and finally been hosed down with what was obviously cold water, before the screen had gone dark. Just before it had, the camera came in close, and J could see it. The exhaustion, the humiliation, but underneath that, a sparkle in the eye. The red head was enjoying every moment of it.
It was a moment of absolute clarity that led her to decide to take a step over the precipice. She sent the video of herself to Mistress P, with a note. 'Please, pass this onto your friend, and let him know I want to know where the videos had come from.'
The reply from P was succinct. 'Are you certain? You want me to send that video of you to someone you don't actually know? What are you trying to achieve?'
J was direct and to the point. 'Look at the women in the videos. They both know what they are doing. They want to be there, and I want to be there too'
P had argued some more, but J was insistent, until she wore P down, and she assented to passing on the video. Then it all went quiet. J kept watching the two videos, each time picturing herself instead of the woman. She started day dreaming, and more than once had to leave her desk at work and beat a retreat to the bathroom, where she masturbated to the visions that presented themselves to her.
One week, then two, then there was a message for her in her Discord.
'I have been told you wish to contact us...'
J looked at the time stamp. 20 minutes ago. She had to reply.
'Yes. I have to know more about the videos I saw.'
The reply came back a minute later.
'What do you wish to know?'
J's fingers flew across the keyboard. 'The girls I saw. They consented for this, didn't they?'
'Yes, every model on our site chooses to be there.. However, they have only a limited say in what will happen to them. That is up to the members of our site.'
'How can I put myself forward?'
There was a pause in the message chain.
'I have been led to believe that you are located around London. At 9pm on Friday, you will present yourself to the address below. The door will be unlocked for only 5 minutes. Once inside, you will remove all your clothing and put on the hood that will be the only item on the desk inside the door. You will be...... tested.'
The address came up, somewhere on the South Bank.
J started to type 'Tested? How do you mean...' but her typing trailed off. The icon denoting a live connection for the chat had gone dark.
J spent the rest of the weekend running the two videos back and forward, looking at the scenes they contained. The video of the red head carried on for another two hours after J had stopped it originally, during which time she had been flogged across the tits, had another man use her as brutally as the first, and finally been hosed down with what was obviously cold water, before the screen had gone dark. Just before it had, the camera came in close, and J could see it. The exhaustion, the humiliation, but underneath that, a sparkle in the eye. The red head was enjoying every moment of it.
It was a moment of absolute clarity that led her to decide to take a step over the precipice. She sent the video of herself to Mistress P, with a note. 'Please, pass this onto your friend, and let him know I want to know where the videos had come from.'
The reply from P was succinct. 'Are you certain? You want me to send that video of you to someone you don't actually know? What are you trying to achieve?'
J was direct and to the point. 'Look at the women in the videos. They both know what they are doing. They want to be there, and I want to be there too'
P had argued some more, but J was insistent, until she wore P down, and she assented to passing on the video. Then it all went quiet. J kept watching the two videos, each time picturing herself instead of the woman. She started day dreaming, and more than once had to leave her desk at work and beat a retreat to the bathroom, where she masturbated to the visions that presented themselves to her.
One week, then two, then there was a message for her in her Discord.
'I have been told you wish to contact us...'
J looked at the time stamp. 20 minutes ago. She had to reply.
'Yes. I have to know more about the videos I saw.'
The reply came back a minute later.
'What do you wish to know?'
J's fingers flew across the keyboard. 'The girls I saw. They consented for this, didn't they?'
'Yes, every model on our site chooses to be there.. However, they have only a limited say in what will happen to them. That is up to the members of our site.'
'How can I put myself forward?'
There was a pause in the message chain.
'I have been led to believe that you are located around London. At 9pm on Friday, you will present yourself to the address below. The door will be unlocked for only 5 minutes. Once inside, you will remove all your clothing and put on the hood that will be the only item on the desk inside the door. You will be...... tested.'
The address came up, somewhere on the South Bank.
J started to type 'Tested? How do you mean...' but her typing trailed off. The icon denoting a live connection for the chat had gone dark.
TheLimey
Magistrate
Chapter 5 - Friday
The door was non-descript. It was simply a door. No doorbell, no name plate. Just a black painted door in the side of a building on one of the many alleys and mews that ran down to the Thames on the South Bank.
J stared at it, and checked her cell phone. 8:56 pm. Four minutes to spare. She swallowed hard. Was she going to do this? She had no idea what was inside, what was going to happen to her inside. No one knew where she was, what she was doing. She had no idea if she was walking into a trap, a kidnap plot, where she would be taken, disappeared, sold to some Arab prince, or worse. The whole thing was idiotic.
She looked at her phone again. 8:59 pm.
The door lock clunked, exactly at 9pm, and she took a deep breath. She had seen the look in the two girls faces. She wanted to be them, to experience everything they experienced, to feel the whip across her back, the hot splash of semen in her face, the dull ache of limbs held in bondage for hours.
She pushed open the door.
Inside was a simple room, one door opposite the one that closed behind her. A simple desk, office furniture, slightly shabby. On top of it, a black leather hood.
She had dressed simply. Blouse, jeans and trainers, a pair of panties, no bra. Her hair, brunette, long, pulled back into a ponytail.
She pulled her clothing off, folding it and laying it on the desk, until she was naked. The air inside was slightly cold, but that wasn't the reason her nipples were standing out.
She reached for the hood, turning it over in her hands. The first thing she noticed was the integral gag, shaped like a cock. She felt the back of the helmet, feeling the hole where her ponytail could be fed through, feeling the straps that could be tightened around her head.
She wasted no more time. She turned the hood somewhat inside out, inserting the penis gag into her mouth, then pulled the hood over her head, fishing her ponytail out though the hole. She was plunged into darkness, no sight, and she was certain almost no sound. She could smell old sweat, and she wondered how may other people had done the same as her.
She dropped slowly to her knees. Then sat back on her heels, her hands behind her back, and spread her legs.
Time passed, she had no idea how much, and she was wondering how long she was going to be there when she detected the faint sound of a door opening. She started in surprise as she felt hands on the hood, the straps being pulled tighter, the penis slipping further into her mouth. She started to struggle, but a large hand grabbed her wrists, easily holding them behind her back, until she felt the cold steel of handcuffs being put in place.
The hands moved to under her armpits, and she was hauled off her knees into a standing position, her legs trembling beneath her. Then, with one meaty hand on her shoulder, she was frogmarched away from the entranceway, her feet stumbling every now and then.
She was thoroughly disoriented by the time they stopped, after a forced march that featured twists, turns, and what was obviously an elevator ride down a floor or two. She felt the handcuffs being removed, but then she was forced to a squatting position, and she felt a collar being closed around her neck, something metal. Her wrists were next, enclosed by metal at around the same level as the collar, but held out to one side. She could feel more metal behind her, a pole of some sort, obviously supporting the apparatus that held her.
Her legs were pulled open, held there by what felt like chains that were wrapped around legs just above her knees, and inside the hood, J moaned at the strain she felt in her widespread thighs.
A muffled command, and the hood was removed, a stream of drool dropping from J's mouth as the penis gag was removed, mixing with the drool that already coated her chin.
The sudden reappearance of light left her blinking, and she screwed up her eyes for a moment to let them adjust, but when she opened them again someone had directed a light into her face, and she was forced to look down, seeing the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and the obscene spread of her thighs, and below her, a white tiled floor, and she felt a strange excitement as she realized this could be the very room where the first video she watched had been filmed.
A voice came from somewhere in front of her, somewhere behind the light.
'Why are you here?'
She swallowed. 'I want to tested'
'Why do you want to be tested?'
"I want.... I want.....'
She paused, then went on. 'I want to be the women in the videos I saw. I want to be used, humiliated..... I want to suffer....'
The voice chuckled. 'Do you now?' A pause, then the voice carried on. 'Your test will last 36 hours. You will be repeatedly asked if you wish to stop the test. If you stop the test, you will be given one thousand pounds, and shown the door.
'if you complete the 36 hours, then we can talk.'
'Do you consent?'
J could feel her heart beat in her chest, could feel her excitement rising. This is exactly what she wanted. 'Yes, I consent. I'll see you in 36 hours'
'I somehow think we will.'
The door was non-descript. It was simply a door. No doorbell, no name plate. Just a black painted door in the side of a building on one of the many alleys and mews that ran down to the Thames on the South Bank.
J stared at it, and checked her cell phone. 8:56 pm. Four minutes to spare. She swallowed hard. Was she going to do this? She had no idea what was inside, what was going to happen to her inside. No one knew where she was, what she was doing. She had no idea if she was walking into a trap, a kidnap plot, where she would be taken, disappeared, sold to some Arab prince, or worse. The whole thing was idiotic.
She looked at her phone again. 8:59 pm.
The door lock clunked, exactly at 9pm, and she took a deep breath. She had seen the look in the two girls faces. She wanted to be them, to experience everything they experienced, to feel the whip across her back, the hot splash of semen in her face, the dull ache of limbs held in bondage for hours.
She pushed open the door.
Inside was a simple room, one door opposite the one that closed behind her. A simple desk, office furniture, slightly shabby. On top of it, a black leather hood.
She had dressed simply. Blouse, jeans and trainers, a pair of panties, no bra. Her hair, brunette, long, pulled back into a ponytail.
She pulled her clothing off, folding it and laying it on the desk, until she was naked. The air inside was slightly cold, but that wasn't the reason her nipples were standing out.
She reached for the hood, turning it over in her hands. The first thing she noticed was the integral gag, shaped like a cock. She felt the back of the helmet, feeling the hole where her ponytail could be fed through, feeling the straps that could be tightened around her head.
She wasted no more time. She turned the hood somewhat inside out, inserting the penis gag into her mouth, then pulled the hood over her head, fishing her ponytail out though the hole. She was plunged into darkness, no sight, and she was certain almost no sound. She could smell old sweat, and she wondered how may other people had done the same as her.
She dropped slowly to her knees. Then sat back on her heels, her hands behind her back, and spread her legs.
Time passed, she had no idea how much, and she was wondering how long she was going to be there when she detected the faint sound of a door opening. She started in surprise as she felt hands on the hood, the straps being pulled tighter, the penis slipping further into her mouth. She started to struggle, but a large hand grabbed her wrists, easily holding them behind her back, until she felt the cold steel of handcuffs being put in place.
The hands moved to under her armpits, and she was hauled off her knees into a standing position, her legs trembling beneath her. Then, with one meaty hand on her shoulder, she was frogmarched away from the entranceway, her feet stumbling every now and then.
She was thoroughly disoriented by the time they stopped, after a forced march that featured twists, turns, and what was obviously an elevator ride down a floor or two. She felt the handcuffs being removed, but then she was forced to a squatting position, and she felt a collar being closed around her neck, something metal. Her wrists were next, enclosed by metal at around the same level as the collar, but held out to one side. She could feel more metal behind her, a pole of some sort, obviously supporting the apparatus that held her.
Her legs were pulled open, held there by what felt like chains that were wrapped around legs just above her knees, and inside the hood, J moaned at the strain she felt in her widespread thighs.
A muffled command, and the hood was removed, a stream of drool dropping from J's mouth as the penis gag was removed, mixing with the drool that already coated her chin.
The sudden reappearance of light left her blinking, and she screwed up her eyes for a moment to let them adjust, but when she opened them again someone had directed a light into her face, and she was forced to look down, seeing the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and the obscene spread of her thighs, and below her, a white tiled floor, and she felt a strange excitement as she realized this could be the very room where the first video she watched had been filmed.
A voice came from somewhere in front of her, somewhere behind the light.
'Why are you here?'
She swallowed. 'I want to tested'
'Why do you want to be tested?'
"I want.... I want.....'
She paused, then went on. 'I want to be the women in the videos I saw. I want to be used, humiliated..... I want to suffer....'
The voice chuckled. 'Do you now?' A pause, then the voice carried on. 'Your test will last 36 hours. You will be repeatedly asked if you wish to stop the test. If you stop the test, you will be given one thousand pounds, and shown the door.
'if you complete the 36 hours, then we can talk.'
'Do you consent?'
J could feel her heart beat in her chest, could feel her excitement rising. This is exactly what she wanted. 'Yes, I consent. I'll see you in 36 hours'
'I somehow think we will.'
TheLimey
Magistrate
Chapter 6 - The Test- Friday Night
The slap across the face was almost gentle, certainly more so than anything else she had been subjected to so far. J focused on the face that was in front of her, a male, close cropped hair, blue eyes.
'Do you want to stop the test?'
J closed her eyes again. How may times was that now? 6, 7 times? She had lost count, had lost track of the hours she had been tortured already.
She had been taken from the white tile room straight into this cell, where she had been tied in the position she was still in. Her legs had been spread, held open by a 4 foot long spreader bar that had been fastened to cuffs at her ankles. Then she had been bent over in a strappado position, her torso parallel to the stone floor beneath her, her arms twisted up behind her back and held vertical by a chain that hung from the ceiling.
What had they done to her? The crop had been first, applied with increasing vigor against her defenceless arse and thighs, until it had raised a series of red weals. Then they had left her, hanging as she was, a slow ache building in her shoulders and hips, whilst the temperature in the room had slowly raised until she was freely sweating, drops wrapping around her torso to drip from her onto the floor.
And then the assault, the assault that had just stopped, no, just paused whilst they asked the question again. A series of men, first one at a time, and then increasingly in pairs, had fucked her cunt, her ass and her mouth. There was no finesse, it was just a rough,no nonsense fucking, but it had driven J wild. She had lost track of how many times she had come, had lost count of the number of dicks she had sucked, how many had withdrawn to splash hot come across her wealed ass, or across her face.
The man in front of her asked the question again, and J became aware again of the ache in her limbs, and the drip of sweat, drool and come that ran down her chin.
Her voice was hoarse, but she was clearly audible as she replied. 'No.... Keep going....'
The man smiled, and gave a signal to someone else in the room, then knelt in front of her again. He couldn't help but see the smile on her face as she heard the swish of the whip, just before it crashed across her shoulders.
The slap across the face was almost gentle, certainly more so than anything else she had been subjected to so far. J focused on the face that was in front of her, a male, close cropped hair, blue eyes.
'Do you want to stop the test?'
J closed her eyes again. How may times was that now? 6, 7 times? She had lost count, had lost track of the hours she had been tortured already.
She had been taken from the white tile room straight into this cell, where she had been tied in the position she was still in. Her legs had been spread, held open by a 4 foot long spreader bar that had been fastened to cuffs at her ankles. Then she had been bent over in a strappado position, her torso parallel to the stone floor beneath her, her arms twisted up behind her back and held vertical by a chain that hung from the ceiling.
What had they done to her? The crop had been first, applied with increasing vigor against her defenceless arse and thighs, until it had raised a series of red weals. Then they had left her, hanging as she was, a slow ache building in her shoulders and hips, whilst the temperature in the room had slowly raised until she was freely sweating, drops wrapping around her torso to drip from her onto the floor.
And then the assault, the assault that had just stopped, no, just paused whilst they asked the question again. A series of men, first one at a time, and then increasingly in pairs, had fucked her cunt, her ass and her mouth. There was no finesse, it was just a rough,no nonsense fucking, but it had driven J wild. She had lost track of how many times she had come, had lost count of the number of dicks she had sucked, how many had withdrawn to splash hot come across her wealed ass, or across her face.
The man in front of her asked the question again, and J became aware again of the ache in her limbs, and the drip of sweat, drool and come that ran down her chin.
Her voice was hoarse, but she was clearly audible as she replied. 'No.... Keep going....'
The man smiled, and gave a signal to someone else in the room, then knelt in front of her again. He couldn't help but see the smile on her face as she heard the swish of the whip, just before it crashed across her shoulders.
TheLimey
Magistrate
Chapter 7 - Interlude
The door closed quietly behind the man as he entered the video room. A colleague was looking at a bank of monitors, at various women in various states of torture and humiliation.
'How's the newcomer doing?'
The other man brought up a view from J's cell, and turned up the volume, her cries echoing out from the speakers on the desk as the whip descended again and again.
'She's quite the find. Do you think she'll make it through?'
The newcomer smiled. 'Oh, I thought that from when I saw the video she had made of herself. So much so that I sent our mutual friend in Australia a bonus to her usual finder's fee.'
He reached for the mouse on the desk, and zoomed into J's head, staring at her as she screamed. 'I'm certain that this will be mutually beneficial for both of us.
Chapter 8 - The Test - The Red Head
J stirred slowly, the light of a fresh London dawn bringing her round from the slight slumber she fallen into.
She tried to move her arms, but realized she couldn't. Her eyes opened and she took in her new predicament, as she tried to work out when this had happened to to her.
She was in a roof garden, and could in fact be said to be a part of the roof garden, a centerpiece, a naked, crucified centerpiece. Her arms were tied to a beam that was across her shoulders, fastened at the wrists, and her ankles tied to the support. She looked down, seeing the small stool that her feet rested on. She also felt the invader in her arse, a cornu that no matter what she did, she couldn't dislodge, the movements she did make remind her that she had been both cropped and whipped last night, the weals rubbing against the wood of the cross
She was working out the time in her head, supposing a start time of around 10pm last night. If the sun was coming up, then it must have been 6am or so. 8 of the 36 hours down. She was thinking of what she had endured so far, and what was still to come, when a flash of light interrupted her thoughts.
Her eyes opened,.and she expected a rumble of thunder, but instead there was a woman, wearing a business suit and high heels, dropping a cell phone into an inside pocket.. She walked closer, and J realized first that the woman was nude beneath the suit jacket, and second that she was the red head from the second video.
The redhead circled J, returning to in front of her crucified form carrying a small step ladder and a flask of water. She set up the ladder to one side, then kicked off her heels so she could climb up.
'Here, drink some of this,' said the red head, and J willing accepted the flask that the woman held to get lips, feeling the cold liquid sooth her battered throat.
J spoke, her voice a little stronger and less hoarse than before. 'Thank you....'
The woman nodded, then spoke, a soft, European accent to her English. 'You're welcome.'
She looked J full in the face. 'Though you may not thank me so freely in a few hours'
J closed her eyes at that. She thought she was going to get a respite, but no, this woman was going to torture her somehow.
The red head continued. 'Do you wish to see what you look like right now? J nodded, so the woman pulled the cell phone out from the inside pocket of the jacket, leaving in to swing open, revealing the naked breasts underneath.
J focused on the image that was on the display. She didn't recognize herself. Her hair hung in lank strands around a face that displayed dried trails of come from countless cocks, mirroring the trails that ran down her thighs. She could see the red weals where the whip had snaked around her torso.
The woman put away the phone. There was a feral look in her eyes. 'Have you ever seen someone crucified before?' She started to run her hand along J's chest, her fingers brushing across the nipples. 'There's a set of movements that happen. They hold themselves up with their legs as long as they can, but eventually they become tired, and then they hang, until the pain in the shoulders, arms and chest is too much, so they push themselves up again.'
The redhead's hand traced around to J's back, touching J's arsehole, where the cornu was lodged. 'In your case, you'll work this in and out of your sweet ass while you do it.'
She leant in close, and whispered into J's ear. 'I saw the video of you. I know you were watching me as you did that. I want to watch you now. I want to watch you dance on this cross.'
She climbed down the step ladder, and stood in front of J. 'Do you want to stop the test?
J cleared her throat. 'No....'
The woman smiled, and kicked away the stool beneath J's feet....
The door closed quietly behind the man as he entered the video room. A colleague was looking at a bank of monitors, at various women in various states of torture and humiliation.
'How's the newcomer doing?'
The other man brought up a view from J's cell, and turned up the volume, her cries echoing out from the speakers on the desk as the whip descended again and again.
'She's quite the find. Do you think she'll make it through?'
The newcomer smiled. 'Oh, I thought that from when I saw the video she had made of herself. So much so that I sent our mutual friend in Australia a bonus to her usual finder's fee.'
He reached for the mouse on the desk, and zoomed into J's head, staring at her as she screamed. 'I'm certain that this will be mutually beneficial for both of us.
Chapter 8 - The Test - The Red Head
J stirred slowly, the light of a fresh London dawn bringing her round from the slight slumber she fallen into.
She tried to move her arms, but realized she couldn't. Her eyes opened and she took in her new predicament, as she tried to work out when this had happened to to her.
She was in a roof garden, and could in fact be said to be a part of the roof garden, a centerpiece, a naked, crucified centerpiece. Her arms were tied to a beam that was across her shoulders, fastened at the wrists, and her ankles tied to the support. She looked down, seeing the small stool that her feet rested on. She also felt the invader in her arse, a cornu that no matter what she did, she couldn't dislodge, the movements she did make remind her that she had been both cropped and whipped last night, the weals rubbing against the wood of the cross
She was working out the time in her head, supposing a start time of around 10pm last night. If the sun was coming up, then it must have been 6am or so. 8 of the 36 hours down. She was thinking of what she had endured so far, and what was still to come, when a flash of light interrupted her thoughts.
Her eyes opened,.and she expected a rumble of thunder, but instead there was a woman, wearing a business suit and high heels, dropping a cell phone into an inside pocket.. She walked closer, and J realized first that the woman was nude beneath the suit jacket, and second that she was the red head from the second video.
The redhead circled J, returning to in front of her crucified form carrying a small step ladder and a flask of water. She set up the ladder to one side, then kicked off her heels so she could climb up.
'Here, drink some of this,' said the red head, and J willing accepted the flask that the woman held to get lips, feeling the cold liquid sooth her battered throat.
J spoke, her voice a little stronger and less hoarse than before. 'Thank you....'
The woman nodded, then spoke, a soft, European accent to her English. 'You're welcome.'
She looked J full in the face. 'Though you may not thank me so freely in a few hours'
J closed her eyes at that. She thought she was going to get a respite, but no, this woman was going to torture her somehow.
The red head continued. 'Do you wish to see what you look like right now? J nodded, so the woman pulled the cell phone out from the inside pocket of the jacket, leaving in to swing open, revealing the naked breasts underneath.
J focused on the image that was on the display. She didn't recognize herself. Her hair hung in lank strands around a face that displayed dried trails of come from countless cocks, mirroring the trails that ran down her thighs. She could see the red weals where the whip had snaked around her torso.
The woman put away the phone. There was a feral look in her eyes. 'Have you ever seen someone crucified before?' She started to run her hand along J's chest, her fingers brushing across the nipples. 'There's a set of movements that happen. They hold themselves up with their legs as long as they can, but eventually they become tired, and then they hang, until the pain in the shoulders, arms and chest is too much, so they push themselves up again.'
The redhead's hand traced around to J's back, touching J's arsehole, where the cornu was lodged. 'In your case, you'll work this in and out of your sweet ass while you do it.'
She leant in close, and whispered into J's ear. 'I saw the video of you. I know you were watching me as you did that. I want to watch you now. I want to watch you dance on this cross.'
She climbed down the step ladder, and stood in front of J. 'Do you want to stop the test?
J cleared her throat. 'No....'
The woman smiled, and kicked away the stool beneath J's feet....
TheLimey
Magistrate
Chapter 9 - The Dance
J moaned as her legs gave way beneath her again, and she slumped down, the cornu driving itself deep into her arse as she dropped, a full ache already starting again in her shoulders, arms and chest.
Her torso hung forward, away from the cross, her head hanging between her shoulders, her sweat sodden hair hanging vertically down in front of her. She looked down the length of her body, taking in the slow rise and fall of her chest, the way her muscles were standing out under the strain, and the way the sweat that coated her every inch shone in the daylight.
She had no idea how many times she had lifted herself up using her legs, her feet on the pointed ledge that had been below the level of the stool, the ledge that gave her her only purchase in lifting herself up. She knew that she had been asked three times by the red head if she wanted to quit the test, and each time she had said no.
The redhead. She had been her companion the whole time. As J had danced on the cross, the redhead had stripped to just the high heels, and had then proceeded to masturbate in front of J, revelling in the sight of J's tortured form. Now, she approached the cross again, the sweat shiny on her own body.
She circled J. 'This is so fucking hot,' she said, a hand reaching up to stroke the crop marks on J's arse. 'I'm a little jealous that no one has ever asked for me to be crucified.'
She reached the front again, and brought her hand up to J's cunt, slipping first one, then two fingers easily inside, before slipping them out again and into her mouth. 'So sweet, and so wet.'
She looked up at J. 'You want to come, I bet.'
J knew she did. The pain in her body, the sensation of the cornu in her ass, the trickle of the sweat down her body, it was pushing her into areas of her fantasies that she had only dreamed of. 'Please.....'
The red head positioned herself in front of J, and started to rub at J's cunt again. Slowly, she worked her fingers into J's slick cunt, whilst J moaned at the addition of each finger, until J came as the whole of the redhead's fist slid into her cunt.
'So soon? I hope you know I'm not done with you yet!'
The fist started to pump in and out of her cunt, and J started to thrash against her bondage. Her eyes closed, and it was as though she could see herself, her tortured sweat soaked body, hung on a cross, whilst a naked woman in front of her pumped her cunt with a fist.
The redhead looked up at J, seeing the flutter of the muscles in J's stomach, feeling the beginning of J's next orgasm, and slowed, expertly bringing J to the edge then dancing along it, until J's breathing was ragged, and J was almost crying.
'Do you want the test to end?'
J through her head back, and cried out 'Fuuuucccckkk Noooooo!'
The fist thrust deeply three times, and J came, screaming incoherently as she did. The redhead laughed, and continued to pump her fist in J's cunt, driving J higher until J squirted, each pump of the fist spraying liquid over the redhead, who opened her mouth to catch some. By now, J had lost her footing on the ledge, and she hung, supported only by the cornu and the fist in her cunt. She felt the fist being removed, and momentarily the only thing holding her was the invader in her ass, but she soon felt strong hands holding her up, releasing her from the cross.
Two men, dressed all in black, lifted her down, and she cried out loud as she slowly moved her arms from the widespread position she had been held in. The redhead knelt down beside J, holding a bottle of liquid to J's mouth, which J drank down, tasting the energy and electrolyte solution in the bottle.
Then, brusquely, a collar was snapped around her neck, and a leash fastened to the front, and J was dragged to get feet, stumbling after the men, who led her out of the garden, and down through the building.
J moaned as her legs gave way beneath her again, and she slumped down, the cornu driving itself deep into her arse as she dropped, a full ache already starting again in her shoulders, arms and chest.
Her torso hung forward, away from the cross, her head hanging between her shoulders, her sweat sodden hair hanging vertically down in front of her. She looked down the length of her body, taking in the slow rise and fall of her chest, the way her muscles were standing out under the strain, and the way the sweat that coated her every inch shone in the daylight.
She had no idea how many times she had lifted herself up using her legs, her feet on the pointed ledge that had been below the level of the stool, the ledge that gave her her only purchase in lifting herself up. She knew that she had been asked three times by the red head if she wanted to quit the test, and each time she had said no.
The redhead. She had been her companion the whole time. As J had danced on the cross, the redhead had stripped to just the high heels, and had then proceeded to masturbate in front of J, revelling in the sight of J's tortured form. Now, she approached the cross again, the sweat shiny on her own body.
She circled J. 'This is so fucking hot,' she said, a hand reaching up to stroke the crop marks on J's arse. 'I'm a little jealous that no one has ever asked for me to be crucified.'
She reached the front again, and brought her hand up to J's cunt, slipping first one, then two fingers easily inside, before slipping them out again and into her mouth. 'So sweet, and so wet.'
She looked up at J. 'You want to come, I bet.'
J knew she did. The pain in her body, the sensation of the cornu in her ass, the trickle of the sweat down her body, it was pushing her into areas of her fantasies that she had only dreamed of. 'Please.....'
The red head positioned herself in front of J, and started to rub at J's cunt again. Slowly, she worked her fingers into J's slick cunt, whilst J moaned at the addition of each finger, until J came as the whole of the redhead's fist slid into her cunt.
'So soon? I hope you know I'm not done with you yet!'
The fist started to pump in and out of her cunt, and J started to thrash against her bondage. Her eyes closed, and it was as though she could see herself, her tortured sweat soaked body, hung on a cross, whilst a naked woman in front of her pumped her cunt with a fist.
The redhead looked up at J, seeing the flutter of the muscles in J's stomach, feeling the beginning of J's next orgasm, and slowed, expertly bringing J to the edge then dancing along it, until J's breathing was ragged, and J was almost crying.
'Do you want the test to end?'
J through her head back, and cried out 'Fuuuucccckkk Noooooo!'
The fist thrust deeply three times, and J came, screaming incoherently as she did. The redhead laughed, and continued to pump her fist in J's cunt, driving J higher until J squirted, each pump of the fist spraying liquid over the redhead, who opened her mouth to catch some. By now, J had lost her footing on the ledge, and she hung, supported only by the cornu and the fist in her cunt. She felt the fist being removed, and momentarily the only thing holding her was the invader in her ass, but she soon felt strong hands holding her up, releasing her from the cross.
Two men, dressed all in black, lifted her down, and she cried out loud as she slowly moved her arms from the widespread position she had been held in. The redhead knelt down beside J, holding a bottle of liquid to J's mouth, which J drank down, tasting the energy and electrolyte solution in the bottle.
Then, brusquely, a collar was snapped around her neck, and a leash fastened to the front, and J was dragged to get feet, stumbling after the men, who led her out of the garden, and down through the building.
TheLimey
Magistrate
Probably not... I'm having enough trouble keeping up with La Isla as a story....