Just One hour -Tale 4

Her head was swimming, a feeling of been under a big blanket; that dark oppressive warmth. Her body was aching and she took a long slow exhale. She remembered the men and the grappling trying to stop the needle going into her arm, the big crate open and waiting for its cargo. The blackness had come quickly and in her last desperate seconds the dirty tiled washroom had warped and paled in colour just the gasps and grunts of her co-captive filling her ears before the long night began.

How many hours, no, more like days had she been unconscious she didn’t know.

Her white out vision sharpened and the heavenly light turned dark and grey, the air smelled sweet the hums of distant traffic evident like an auditorium whisper. Then she realised she was still in the crate. The air holes allowed beams of stabbing light into her den and the young woman was able to knell up and half stretch her body. She was now dressed in a tiny skirt, high-heeled black shoes and schoolgirl white blouse. Her arms were tied behind her back her chest pushing at the fabric her breast standing to attention without aid under her braless blouse. Her jaw ached and she bit down only for her jaw to remain open around the big neon ball gag.

The crate suddenly rocked and tipped sending Debbie against the wooden side the noise of trundling wheels drowning out footsteps and diminishing traffic noise until the outside world had disappeared completely.

She could hear voices but didn’t understand the language. As she struggled and kicked the two voices stood close by in conversation. Then the light vanished, Debbie plunged into darkness before a big metallic door slammed shut.

She slumped in a steady pant as the humidity increased the box claustrophobic. The drugging was making her still feel limp and tired and she was half awake when the metal door re-opened and still in darkness a hand knocked with commanding power on the crate side.

“I know you’re awake in there,” the dark voice said in passable English. “I know you must have questions but all you need to know is that you are now a slave and cannot escape. Now remember to behave and think yourself lucky you were the one bought.”

Then the light came on the shafts through the air hole illuminating her cage. The voice turned to another entering the room. This one spoke in a deep foreign tongue. The dark voice continued in English..

“She’s top quality, ” he said the other voice replying now in her native tongue,” I would expect no less.”

The first voice moved away towards the door,” Remember,” it said as it pulled the iron door shut,” You’ve paid for just one hour.” The metal clanked; the sound of bolts snapping in place, and Debbie looked up with big expressive eyes as the crate lid was quickly snapped open.

The sexy brunette struggled to see the brightness making her blink, a big silhouette of shadow above her. The man was flabby but hairless like an old boar all fatty thighs and belly. He wore nothing but a leather jock strap cutting into his big ass and love handle hips. His face was masked, a rubber fetish type his neck bulging around the bottom of the tight chin strap the effort of opening the crate already showing on his sweaty heaving chest.

He looked down at Debbie the girl curled with heavenly legs tight in those high heels scraping on the wood her shoulder back the yawning surprised look on her face as she gobbled the neon gag. Her eyes were like saucers in a puppy dog plea.

“I hear you’re fresh today,” he groaned his hand rubbing his bulging pouch.
”Welcome to this most secret club.”

He reached down Debbie wriggling but it was easy for him to pull her up forcing her to stand. She looked around. The windowless room consisted of a fine solid bed with along side it cylinders like you would find in a surgery. There was also a steel table with items on.

Debbie shook her head trying to pull away the man gripping her by the bound wrists and making her step out of the crate.” Now listen, I only have an hour and it costs a fortune so don’t fuck me around.” His hands roamed over her body his paws pressing through her blouse onto her globes then running up her thigh groping her shaven bare pussy.

“Tight and firm in all the right places,” he grunted apparently pleased with his purchase.

“Over to the bed!” He pushed her along Debbie’s legs struggling in the high heels after been cramped in the crate so long. He put her onto the bed face down then straddled her, his fat groin pressing into the small of her back. His hands began to unfasten the ball gag and she spluttered as he removed it.

“OH god please I just want to go.”

The man stroked her hair and she gasped and wriggled pulling her long brunette mane back like the reins on a rearing up stallion.