I tried to roll over and lie comfortably. Short neck chain nassed grated. The neighbor on the right turned my head to my side and hit her lattice tightly with her tied legs. The left girl did the same. I fell silent, assuming that you can not make noise here. Muttering ominously, my neighbors turned away. At the same time, their chains almost did not ring.

Trying not to create unnecessary noise, I settled down and tried to take a nap. But as soon as I closed my eyes, I got a picture of a bloody Lily lying on the floor. I saw the skewed faces of Linda and Dora, Amanda with slanting eyes glistening with rage, and Hassan’s arrogant grinning face surrounded by her thugs. From these visions, I shuddered, and I began to shake the chills. And when I calmed down and closed my eyes, it all began again.

This went on for a long time, or it just seemed to me. But then the door opened, and the maids entered the room, only this time there were three times as many. They began rolling out the cells one by one and drawing slaves from them. Having untied their legs, they led the girls to the room where they washed and dressed me, and after a while they returned to their places.

When it was my turn, they and two of my neighbors rolled me forward, unfastened from the rods and pulled out of the cages. After freeing our feet, the maids led us to the toilet. I could barely move my legs because of these prohibitively high stilettos. A couple of times I almost fell, for which I earned two lashes on the ass.

With difficulty keeping my balance, I reached the toilet. The girls who were serving me dragged off her panties, pulled up her skirt and sat on the push. Then they washed away, I must say, carefully, and again plugged my holes. Having straightened my clothes, the girls sat me at a small table next to the girls from the neighboring cells and took the plug out of my mouth. I didn’t even have time to open my mouth, as I received a strong slap in the face, and my neighbors shook their shoulders quietly, for which they also won the slam.

The maidservant girls placed bowls in front of us with some kind of smelly mass. My neighbors leaned over the bowls and began to eat, drawing this mass into themselves. When I tried to do the same, I almost felt sick. This porridge was so smelly, and her taste was so nasty that I almost felt bad. I miraculously rested on the bench so as not to fall from it.

The servants instantly set the bowl aside, blocked my mouth and sent me back to the cage, leaving me hungry and not even giving me a drop of water. Once again locked, I burst into tears, not paying attention to the ringing of the neck chain that I created, but no one even turned his head in my direction.

Soon my neighbors appeared. When they were shoved into cages, these girls turned around in my direction and began to mimic in every way, while making sounds that remotely resembled laughter. Of course they had fun. They were full and did not suffer from thirst.

From their bullying, I felt very bitter. I burst into tears even louder and twitched on my chain, not paying attention to the indignations of other slave girls and the fierce lowing of the servants. Even when they hit me with a whip, I could not stop a hysteria.

- Do I now forever stay here in this form? - I thought bitterly, - And these idiot will continue to mock me. It’s better to die, but they won't let me do that either, I think.

Gradually, I calmed down. Lacked and teased me girls. Then the light went out, and everything plunged into impenetrable darkness. Only in some places was the ringing of chains and latex crunched. Then everything calmed down. I fell asleep.

Excursion

It took about ten days, even though I was not sure. The days were like one another. The maidservants came twice a day. They rolled out the cages alternately, pulled us out and sent us to the pot. Then fed and locked again.

During this time I was left hungry a couple of times, but they gave me to drink. Once, having pulled out of the cage, the maids, armed with lashes, unfastened me so that I could not later lie down. And once they kicked me, after which my whole body was covered not only with stripes from the whip, but also with huge purple-violet bruises.

Every day after the evening feeding, the maid took away some girl and took her away. She returned only in the morning, barely alive, and lay in her cage all day, quietly moaning and sobbing. When in the morning the girls brought my “left” neighbor, I noticed that her back and breasts are riddled with bruises and obvious hickeys. Will there ever be a turn to me, and the “lord” will mock my body and soul all night? Although, what does he know about the soul?

But after the morning procedures and krmleniya a tall maid came up to my cage. Rolling out the cage and opening the door, she stretched me halfway and untied my legs. Then, to my great joy, she pulled off my boots and put on other, more comfortable ones, and immediately fastened her legs with heavy shackles.

- Umf! - "said" the girl and pulled me by the collar.

I got to my feet.

- U-mind! The maid moaned again and dragged me out of the room.

- So my turn has come, - I thought, - But why in the morning? Not played enough, or what? Nights were not enough for him? Vaughn, the girl from the side cage just drove. She was not even led, but was dragged with dragging all beaten. She could not even eat by herself.

Having passed the corridor, we stopped at a door I knew. The girl knocked softly and pushed the flap. As we entered, Hassan walked slowly around the room, his fist on his chin, and he was thinking about something intently. When he saw me, he gesture let go of the maid, who flew out of the room like a bullet, throwing a leash on my shoulder.

Hassan slowly walked over and stared at me with unblinking eyes. I wanted to get down on my knees, but he restrained me by grabbing the leash at the very throat.

- Well? - He asked, without looking away, - Did not change your mind to die?

- Yy! - I shook my head.

- Well done! - He was delighted, - I like these people! All these cheap things in order to live, are ready to crawl on my belly in front of me. Well done!

I stared at him, looking through the slits of my helmet. And Hassan gently took me by the shoulder and led me to the chair next to my desk.

“I told you to bring you,” he said, sitting down at the table. “To show your possessions.” Maybe it will impress you, and you change your mind. And then we talk.

- Mmm! - I mumbled, trying to make it clear to this overblown cretin that the conversation with the gag in my mouth would not work.

“Calm down,” Hassan waved his hand. “I will give you a chance to speak.”

He clapped his hands, and again, as the last time, two servant girls appeared next to me.

“Bring a cape for her,” Hassan nodded in my direction.

The girls disappeared behind a screen, and he unbuttoned the belt, which tightened my elbows. I sighed with relief.

- Easier, isn't it? - smiled Hassan.

- Yeah! - I agreed.

Then I put a short sleeveless sleeve over my shoulders and fastened it in front of my throat, after stretching the leash forward. Hassan carefully examined me from all sides and quite smiled.

- remove the front apron? He suddenly asked.

- Yeah! Yep - I shook my head vigorously.

“We’ll think about it,” Hassan laughed. “And it suits you!” And the apron goes. You have beautiful breasts. And the apron favorably emphasizes it. Or do you disagree with me?

- Mm! - I shrugged.

- Okay, let's go! - he picked up the leash and led me out of the room.

***

“We’ll visit your girlfriends first,” Hassan said when we went outside.

We headed to the far bunker. I noticed that at some distance from us there are hefty guys, armed with lashes and knives besides lashes.

“This is my personal guard,” Hassan explained. “Do not be afraid of them.” These guys won't do anything to you without my order.

- Yeah! - I breathed a sigh of relief.

We walked to the heavy iron door, and Hassan pressed the button. The door slid aside, and we descended into a well-lit room .... Read more →