(( Continuation of the previous post, Arriving at the mansion. ))

After a couple of minutes in the darkness I could just about make out the shape of my own body when I looked down. I tried to focus on the bars around me, but I couldn't tell whether they were actually there or if I was just imagining them. The moaning from the cell next to mine continued, and even though I was dying to call out to someone, to ask what was happening, I kept repeating what had almost become a mantra by now; it's best to stay invisible.

To have something to do I tried to count the seconds that passed and keep track of time. I was sure that it wouldn't be long until someone would come and get me. As I counted towards 3600 to keep track of every hour I suddenly became aware that the moaning had gone quiet. The fact that I couldn't tell when it had stopped worried me a little since I couldn't tell if I had actually counted five hours, or if I had been drifting in and out of sleep.

I realized that there were no idea to continue count the hours. Instead I tried to think back on how long I had been in this country. Counting backwards I thought I must have been in the mine for three days, that what was fassla had said at least. I had been in the auction house for just under two weeks, that was something I had really good track of I thought, since they auctioned one of us off every day. Finally I had been on the boat that picked up our life raft for between two and three days. I tried my best to add the days together, but every time I tried I got a different result. At least it had been less than a month I thought.

When the door to the jail suddenly opened I was blinded by the bright light. I hadn't remembered it as such a bright light when I first came in here, but now I had to both close my eyes and look away from it. I heard the heavy footsteps of a man come closer, but stop a couple of cells away from mine. "Cunts!" he exclaimed loudly, "fassla is letting me buy one of you, the other one is going to the mine, who would like to be my fucktoy the most?".

There had to be two girls in that cell, and their reaction was immediate. They started to beg for his cock, tell him that they would do all sorts of things I had never even imagined myself doing, pleading and trying to point out their individual benefits. I couldn't quite make out their voices from each other, but finally one of them exclaimed "I have a twin sister in Salize, a redhead like me! If you buy her too I will train her, we will both do whatever you want!". The desperation in their voices was crystal clear, and I completely understood them. The twin sister seemed to settle it for the guard however, and the girl who had been chosen kept thanking the guard and offer herself to him while the other tried to plead even more desperately.

As the guard left with his new.. slave.. the girl that was left started to cry. It was clear that the rules of silence had changed, since a girl in an adjacent cell tried to comfort her, telling her to be strong and make her sentence count, that they would remember her. All of a sudden another girl started to sing softly with a raspy voice. I knew I had heard the song before, but it took me a while to understand that it was a slight modification of The Internationale. A few other girls joined in, "Come greet the dawn and stand beside us, we'll fight together or we'll die alone. In our world poisoned by exploitation, those who have taken now they must give. And end the tyrant of this nation, we've but one life we'll each one give.."

Time kept passing in the dark, but I no longer had any idea how long I had been there, or even if it was day or night outside. Every now and then the door would open and a guard come in. Sometimes it was to feed one of the girls, but most often it was to either fuck one of us, whip someone or just to humiliate them. It was sadistic, but I was too exhausted to be upset anymore. I wasn't sure why, but I had always been left alone, and that meant that I hadn't been given any food for the entire time I had been in the cell. The only thing I had was a slow drip of water where I had to do my best to catch a drop every now and then. I wasn't hungry anymore, and I knew that was a bad sign.

When the door opened and I could hear fassla speak to someone outside the door I thought I had been down there for almost a week. I heard both heavy footsteps and the sound of heels hitting the concrete floor, and they came closer to my cell. Finally they stopped right in front of me and I could hear the door as it opened. I did my best to fight the urge to close my eyes against the bright light, my heart started to race and I knew this was my chance. I crawled up to my knees and spread my legs like we had been instructed in the auction house.

The girl who stood behind him was dressed as a slutty maid, the skirt didn't quite cover her pussy from my view, and her breasts were out for display. As fassla stepped inside the cell she followed him and immediately kneeled at his side. It wasn't until then I realized that she was carrying a tray of fruit and cheese that she held up in front of her.

Hearing the other girls plead to the guards, and feeling how exhausted I were, I had nothing that resembled dignity left. I did my best to lower my body in some kind of attempt to bow at his feet. "Please fassla" I said and I could hear how raspy my voice sounded. I coughed a little before I could continue, "I will do anything Sir.. I know I'm your slave Sir.. please Sir let me serve you..". I dared to look up slightly and I thought I could see him shake his head slightly, even though I wasn't sure.

"Please Sir!" I continued with desperation, "Please! Let me be your fucktoy!". In my head I was screaming, but at the same time I could hear that the words that came out was barely audible. It felt like an incredible relief when I saw how he picked up something from the tray and flicked it at me. As the fruit bounced off my chest and rolled away from my reach I could see how the room got even brigther as my pupils opened in terror. "No!" I screamed, "Please, I promise to be an obedient whore! Please!". This time he picked up a piece of fruit and held it out for me to eat. I greedily opened my mouth and swallowed the piece in one bite.

This continued for a while until he took a step back out of the cell, leaned to the frame and I met his eyes for the first time since he had entered the cell. "Beg me to fuck you, show what you can offer me" was all he said as his eyes drilled into my soul. I just stood there for a second, thinking that it was what I had been doing, then my survival instincts took over again and I immediately began speaking again, "Yes Sir, please let me suck your cock Sir, fuck my throat Sir, please!" I said but as I spoke I could see him shaking his head again. "No, no! Sir! Let me feel you inside my ass, fuck me as hard as you want!" I continued and tried my best to turn around to give him access. My hands were still chained above me and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't turn around. I gave up and instead I scooched forward on the concrete floor as I tried to lift my legs above my head. After a few attempts I managed to get my left leg under my arm and then my other leg.

I was completely exposed, but when I looked up at him again he had turned around and was already starting to walk away. "Sir!" I screamed. I had never wanted someone to fuck me as much as right now. "Please Sir! Fuck all my holes, please Sir! Fuck me!" I continued to scream, but he was already gone. The door to my cell was still open and the girl in the maid outfit was still kneeling in front of me. I looked at her and pleaded, "Please, tell him I want him to fuck me, please, tell him he can use me however he wants..". She looked at me hastily before she turned to look at the floor again.

It didn't take long until I heard the sound of heels echo through the room again as another girl walked up to my cell. She carried a pair of cuffs and worked quickly as she put them on my wrists before she unlocked the chains I was bound with. As we walked out of the cell I was sure that he had heard my pleading, that I would be brought up to the upper floors. When the girl opened the cell beside mine and lead me inside I didn't have the strength to protest. She gently pushed me down on a small pallet so I was lying with my stomach towards it. She continued to work quickly as she fastened straps around my body, legs, arms and head until I couldn't move at all.

I felt how something cold was poured between my buttcheeks and how a hand quickly rubbed my ass and pussy before it was gone. Then I could feel how something was pushed inside of first my pussy, and then my ass. Moments later I could hear the humming sound I had heard before and immediately whatever it was started to move inside of me. The girl appeared before me and I looked down at her feet in my constraints. She moved a pole just under my face and adjusted it until I could feel something push against my mouth. I hesitated before I opened and she pushed the object further inside. Within seconds it started to move as well and I had no choice but to suck on it.

Completely overwhelmed by what was happening I barely heard what happened around me. Suddenly the maid was kneeling beside me again and I could hear how she was ordered to make sure I was lubed, didn't pass out and didn't have an orgasm, if anything went wrong we would both be punished. As the door closed and we were all once again in complete darkness the maid whispered in my ear, "Please, please.. Don't have an orgasm.. you can't.. please", and the worry in her voice echoed inside me.