Chapter 13
When the woman returned she carried a small box that she opened. She removed a
bowl from it! A very large dog bowl, which she gave to you and said to placed it
on the floor in the corner of the exercise area. When you had done that she took
another item from the box and handed it to you. It was a large plastic bottle
with a angled tube in the top of it. She told you to remove the top of it and
fill it with cold water. When you had done so she directed you to return the top
and carry it over to the exercise area and place it in the rack above your bowl.
You walked over and when you went to place it there you put the tube end up.
"Hey, the tube end goes down, she said." "Haven't you ever seen one of those!"
You replied "No."
She came over and acting disgruntled turned the bottle so that the tube angled
away from the wall. Then she said, "Get on your hands and knees."
You did and she showed you that you had to put your mouth on the end of the tube
and suck to get water out of it. She watched you drink and then said, "Eat your
brunch, you'll not get fed til evening meal." "You'll stay here all day and keep
those pans cleaned." "Remember that if someone comes down and want's to make use
of you, it is in your best interest to make them extremely happy. "If you don't,
you can expect to suffer terrible before bed tonight."
You watched as she left the room and went up the steps.
She had you scared. Here you were only two days ago a powerful executive
American woman and today nothing but a lowly convict in a foreign country. You
had no way of knowing what was going on outside, no business or world news in
the last two days, which was very unusual. Your only thoughts were how to deal
with the situation at hand. As you took morsels of food from the bowl you
noticed that some pieces of food were already bitten into. There were definitely
bite marks on small pieces of bread and meat. Still it was the only food you had
for a long time including your trial so you ate every bite. When you drank your
water you felt humiliated at having to suck it from such an unusual bottle.
While you finished your meal, you took time to inspect yourself. Not being one
to have looked so closely at your privates before you now examined yourself in
great detail. First thing you checked were your nipples. You rolled them and
examined the for holes and then your breasts. Thinking to yourself about the
last time you had not touched yourself. It was a long time ago, since you had
hardly ever needed to pleasure yourself you could always buy some hunk and make
him submit to your bidding. Now though you noticed that your nipples became
erect to your touch, and every nerve on the skin of your breasts was alive to
your fingers. Since no one was around you sat on your buttocks and spread your
legs wide, looking down at your genitalia. Your pussy was bare unlike it had
ever been. Those lips were floppy from both age and the heavy things clamped on
yesterday, they were rosy pink from having been beaten only hours ago. When you
moved them aside there was a set of purple inner lips that looked like an oyster
in design. They had been tormented from the huge rubber thing and were very
tender to touch. You interest didn't top there though as you separated the upper
portion of them and found the hood covering your clitoris. That poor thing,
having been pulled out so hard before and it looked angry red still. Then just
to satisfy your curiosity you touched it gingerly. It sent a signal to your
brain, "Yes I am alive and feeling." You were humble and closed your legs and
looked around nervously as if embarrassed at this display of your own sexuality.
Since you had finished your meal and no one had brought pans downstairs yet you
decided to go into the bedroom to investigate. You dragged that nasty chain
along with you.
When you got into the bedroom you opened all the dresser drawers, finding inside
them items you looked at closely. The top drawer had three whips, two short
one's about a foot and half long that were really nothing but a simple skinny
stick made of flexible material, and another with a triangle tip made of
leather. There was another whip really long and coiled, and the end of it had a
bunch of thin pieces of leather. The next drawer had plastic bottles with lids,
more rubber cones with pins sticking in them and three bras, plus packages of
some plastic tubes. The bottom drawer had some box that had electrical cord on
it. Maybe it was a power supply for something. One closet had shelves with
sheets and a few blankets and on another shelf there were items that looked like
some clothing. You took the top item and shook it out holding it for inspection.
It was a brown body suit, with holes in it where breasts and pussy should be!
You folded it back up and took another item. This one resembled another body
suit but it was shaded in colors that reminded you of a cow in the field! More
of the same were found, even one with fur instead of cloth! The next shelf had a
box with some of those rubber dildo's with wires connected to them.
When you finished looking in the bedroom you went to the bathroom and found a
mirror that you opened and inside was an empty medicine cabinet. You looked at
yourself in the stainless steel mirror and were appalled at how disheveled your
hair was. You also had a messy face, from eating your food.
Instinct made you reach up with your hands to smooth your skin, then your hair.
You realized that you hadn't seen yourself in a mirror since your shower in the
jail!
Then you heard a sound in the other room and fearing that you'd get into
trouble, you walked cautiously out in the kitchen. There at the bottom of the
steps stood a very pretty young girl, probably early twenties or so. She carried
a cloth in her hand and after eyeing you she went to a cabinet, opened it and
there was a stack of trays. She took a few off the top of the pile and put them
on the sink shelf. Back and forth she went until the cabinet was empty, then she
pressed a button and the cabinet insides began to travel up. She closed the
doors.
After she turned and was about to go upstairs you decided to ask her something.
"Miss, may I trouble you to inquire of you what time it is?"
She hesitated before answering and then turned back at you and replied, "It's
ten AM."
She seemed nice and you asked another question. "May I ask you to help me with
something if you work here in the store?"
The girl said, "You are a prisoner, and we are not supposed to speak to you."
"You will get into trouble if you speak to me."
You fretted that she'd say something to someone but you decided if you had
already broken rules then one more wouldn't hurt. "Please, Miss, I need to get a
message to my children in America." "I am innocent and they will be able to
prove that I am so but I need to get a message to them," You asked, sounding
very desperate.
The girl, froze in her tracks and then turned and said, "We can't talk now, they
will miss me but later I will come back again." "Maybe then." She turned and ran
up the steps.
You watched her leave and inside you wondered if she would tattle on you or keep
her promise and return later to your aid.
While washing pans you thought about that and hoped for the best.
The door opened and you saw that a pair of elderly people came down the steps.
They looked to be way past the sixty year old bracket, and yet they walked
spring in their step as if they were youngsters. Neither had a hunched back and
they made it appear that they were in very good shape.
The man and lady came right up and stood on either side of you. They both peered
at you thru thick glasses. The intense way they each scanned the skin on your
arms, shoulders, side, and breasts made
you feel like they were looking you over like a piece of furniture. As if they
knew what the other was thinking they reached under your pan washing arms and
each put a hand under one of your breasts lifting, testing it's weight. The
movement was deliberate and you didn't stop your pan washing. Their hands didn't
stay underneath, they slid upward and simultaneously their fingers grabbed hold
of a nipple. They way they pulled it out tenderly, without pinching, sort of
stroking your nipple and as you expected, they responded by getting larger and
harder. No words were said.
You kept washing pans while they pulled your now rock hard nipples, wondering
when they'd quit.
The man spoke first, "Stop washing the pans and let our fingers turn you around,
we want something from you." "Put your hands together on top of your head, and
walk over to the chair."
You turned and went over to the chair even while their fingers held your
nipples. When you got to the chair the old woman stopped touching your nipple
and stepped back. You didn't turn and see what she was doing but you heard
rustling of clothing and dreaded what might be happening. When she appeared in
front of you totally naked you gasped. Her breasts were nothing more than two
tiny loose floppy bags, full of wrinkles and a short dark nipple sticking out
and down.
