Sarah Wellington had just got off work at a small coffee shop in a rural town in California. She has her gorgeous brunette hair flowing down her back and with a flip of her hair she makes herself a steaming mocha latte for the walk home.  She put her coat on, and started home with her purse dangling off of her shoulder.

As Sarah starts off for the half mile walk home, she feels like someone is watching her.  She disregards the feeling, but grabs her cell phone..just in case. Sarah sees a white van up ahead a few yards, and decides to take the alley home.  A few months ago, a friend of hers, Traci had disappeared. So Sarah was still taking caution.

Sarah hears a roar of an engine. The white van comes speeding down the alley. She tries to jump behind a dumpster, but as she leaps a strong arm catches her. Her latte spilling all over the ground. In the van, she swears she smells semen and blood. But as soon as the thought comes to her mind, she blacks out.

Scared, cold, and naked, Sarah wakes up in a strange bed that has springs digging into her back. As she tries to spring up from the bed, she realizes that her hands and ankles are firmly attached to the posts. At the realization that she must get out of there, she shakes her head violently and hears a jingle. There is sort of collar with a ring that is attached to a chain that is connected to the ceiling. Sarah then knows that she is not going to be able to escape. A single tear wets the side of her face, when she hears His voice.

“Sarah, I have finally been able to catch you”, the tall, all muscle man says. Sarah tries to scream, but the man moves to her side, slaps in in the mouth and says, “I will have none of that. If you make another noise I will bloody this perfect body of yours. Do you understand me?” Sarah whimpers a reluctant “Yes.”

The man slaps her again. “Try again bitch, you will address me as Sir.” Sarah replies “Yes Sir.” Flinching in case another slap is landed on her beautiful face.

Without another word, the man unlocks her hands, ankles and collar. He reattaches a leash to her collar, orders her to stand up. A little wobbly, probably from the drugs , she obeys. Then He makes his way around her perfectly tight round ass, giving it a firm smack before he locks her hands in place behind her back.

The strong man leads her by her leash down a damp, long corridor. On each side there must be 8 or 9 doors that have random numbers on them. She sees 553, 8924, among many others. Sarah cannot help but wonder if this is where Traci disappeared to. Sarah is yanked from her thoughts when the man pulls her into a room that is just tile and a drain in the center of the floor.  He leads her into the middle of the room and attaches her collar to a chain, then a loop in the center of the room.  The man walks away, and then returns with a long bar looking thing. He attaches each side to each of her ankles. Sarah feels completely exposed with her cunt and large C tits bare. The man gets a hose, turns it on and sprays freezing cold water on Sarah.

Sarah is screaming, twisting and turning trying to get away from the ice cold water. “Stay still you disgusting whore. I am to rid you of the filth you bring into my dwellings.” Says the man.  He  approaches her, spreading her cunt wide open and sprays the freezing cold water in her cunt and all around it. Sarah’s cunt is clean shaven, with a hint of hair at the top.  He then sprays the water into her face, her hair and into her nose and mouth. Sarah is coughing, and gagging struggling for breath as the water impales her. Suddenly, the water ceases.  Sobbing, and struggling to breathe, she feels something scrubbing her back, her ass and then her cunt. Again, the water starts. Rinsing her all over. The water stops. Shivering and crying Sarah is chained there helpless. The lights turn out.

After what it feels like hours, maybe a day. The lights turn on. A man in a black robe appears in the doorway. It is not the man that had been with her the day before. He walks in front of helpless Sarah, inspecting her, inside her pussy, spreads her ass cheeks and rubs a strong finger across her asshole.

“Hello Sarah. I have been waiting a long time to get you, like the others here.” Afraid to speak, Sarah just glares at Him. “Not much of a talker huh?”Says the strange man. “My name is Master Rob. That is the only name that you are permitted to call me. If you don’t , then I will rip your fucking tongue out. Do you understand me?”  “Yes Master Rob.” Blurts out Sarah.  “Also, your no longer have a name. You will be called whore number 395.” Sarah repeats “Yes Master Rob.” In fear of him.

Master Rob then walks away in silence, and shuts the door. Sarah is left in her own thoughts, why 395 she wonders? Then it comes to her, that is her home address.  395 Willow Ave.  These men must have been stalking her.

She has been hanging in this position for over a day now. Her piss and shit all over the floor and her legs.  Again the first man comes in scrubs her off and rinses her with the cold water. To her relief he un hooks her from this horrible position. 

She is lead by her leash to a room in a different part of the massive development. Room number 395. The entire room is bare, minus some hooks in the floor, ceiling and walls. She sees a small hole in the left corner of the room, and a red button in the center on the wall.

The man finally speaks to Sarah. “My name is Sir Thomas, you will not call me by any other name, understood?” “Yes Sir Thomas.” Stammers Sarah, or now known as number 395.

Number 395 is lead to the far side in the left corner of the room.  Hands shackled to either side of the wall, facing the wall. Feet shackled in the same manner. A ball gag is placed her in mouth, and her collar is attached to a small chain in the corner also. Number 395 cannot move an inch.

She hears the door close. 395 is completely naked still, cold, scared and tired.  A few hours pass, and a naked women with a collar just like 395’s enters the room. She has a long pole, with something on the end of it. 395 cannot make it out, because she cannot move her head. Then 395 sees a shining red and orange light and feels heat coming from behind her. Without any warning, a horrific and painful beyond her belief is on her back, right above her ass. She tries to scream, but the gag in her mouth will not let her. Her drool just flies onto the wall.

Then its over, the heat is removed from her back as quickly as it is applied. The women applies some ointment onto her wound and leaves. 

A few minutes later, Sir Thomas appears and Master Rob appears. Master Rob inspects the womens work.  395 is un attached to her shackles  and turned around to face the two cruel men that are torturing her.  Sir Thomas then speaks to her in a harsh tone, “Number 395, as you see, there is not a thing in your room. You will earn every piece of furniture in herewith certain tasks that you will be completing. Chores, and various activities that we have assigned for you. “ Master Rob then takes over and says “395, your first task is to make me and Sir Thomas cum, multiple times. Then you will be allowed to eat our juices. That will be your meal for the day.” 395 nods, and is crying at this point. You see, she is a virgin. She was saving herself marriage, for her future  husband.

Sir Thomas wastes no time on unzipping his pants and exposing his throbbing member in front of 395. Sir Thomas shackles her to the floor, bent over, legs spread wide, asshole showing. Her burn throbbing and she is crying.  Still gagged, she feels something hard, but not a cock entering her ass.   She moans, and tries to scream, but it is muffled by the ball gag. Suddenly, the hard thing is pounding her ass hard and fast. Her virgin asshole begins to bleed and she sees blood running down her pussy and legs. Then, the pounding stops. 395 is crying and drooling uncontrollably.

She feels fingers entering her pussy, and then back into her bloodied asshole.  Sir Thomas is behind her now, with bloody fingers. He writes “slut” on her back with the blood and feces on his hands.

Sir Thomas shoves his massive cock into her asshole, 395 feels is tearing and trying to reject his cock, to no avail.  He is now pounding her ass, her tits are swinging and banging into each other.  Her burn on her back is throbbing and she crying wishing that she can beg him to stop fucking her virgin asshole.

Finally, he pulls out his bloody, shit stained cock and cums all over her back, and branding. She tries to scream as it hits the brand new burn. Sir Thomas laughs and unzips. 395 is so hungry and wanted Sir Thomas’s cum so bad, but he did not let her receive it. She begins to cry, realizing it is wasted on her back.

Sir Thomas comes and removes the gag. 395 shuts her jaw, but it is in pain from being wide open for so many hours.  But as soon as she shuts her mouth,  it is forced back open, and Sir Thomas’s nasty cock is entered into her mouth. He shouts at her that this has become her dinner. Her own shit and blood. When 395 is done cleaning Sir Thomas’s cock, she is made to lie down on the cold brick floor arms neck and legs shackled to the floor. Gag returned to her mouth. Lights are turned out, and 395 is left to her thoughts. Sir Thomas just raped her asshole, and she had no choice. She wonders how long she will be here, if she will be ever to see her family again. Are they looking for her?   How long will she be in this horrible place? She drifts off to sleep. Then she realizes that Master Rob told her that BOTH of them are going to cum tonight. But he left. What is going to happen now that both of them have not gave her their cum to feast upon?

395 has never tasted cum before in her life, now she is wishing for it, longing for it and needing it. 395 is thinking about her new “name”. 395. She starts to cry herself to sleep, the number swimming around in her head. 

She is awoken some time later. A women is cleaning her off, head to toe with a sponge. She turns and walks away. 395 see’s the branding on her back. 510. Traci. 395 remembers the news cast, that Traci lived on 510 Lotis Lane. 395 realizes that she will never return home..and starts to weep…. To be continued.