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Important notice: This story is about BDSM and unusual sexual desires. If you are not familiar with the term or the idea this story is probably not ment for you. So please just don't read it, move on and have a nice day

I was surfing the web and I was deadly bored.
Damn, other girls would probably go out, dating, partying or what ever. Me? No I was the kind of girl, which just sat in front of a screen, browsing through the internet. It was nearly midnight, but I was not tired. Okay, to be honest, I was damn tired, but there was this strange feeling inside me, which kept me awake. It was like I was searching for something, longing, but without any clue what I was longing for.

I was tired but awake this night, like I had been for many, many nights before.
I just logged in to my favorite kinky social network, when a new message popped up.
One of my online friends - Paul - had messaged me. He was marked offline, which was not unusual for him. I opened the message, and noticed, that it was sent three days ago.

"I found this website. Pretty sure this is something for you. Bye the way, how's your orchid? Still alive?"

Bewildered I looked at the link below the text. It had no meaningful name, but a series of digits, followed by some cryptic text. At first I thought this might be a scam message, but it came from a person I knew and if Pauls account was somehow hacked, he would not have mentioned the orchid, I just bought. I had told him about my habit of accidentally killing plants and ever since he was asking.

I was curious and clicked the link. A website opened and the image of a skinny women - she seemed to be about my age - was displayed.
I felt a sensation tingling inside me. The girl was completely naked, covered in dirt and sat on the blank stone floor in a small and empty room. Her feet were chained together with heavy shackles, her hands bound behind her back with the same kind of shackles and even around her neck she wore a heavy steel collar. She seemed to be asleep, while she leaned against bare stone wall. It looked like she was forced to sleep like this, because her collar was chained to the wall above her and someone had shortened it with a padlock, so she was not able to lay down. I shivered.

Damn this image was hot. Immediately I pictured myself sitting there, in the dirt, bound by those heavy chains. I really liked the idea. Who was she? Why was she in this cell? How long would she be forced to stay there? My hand slipped down my pants. Paul was right, this definitely was something for me.
I started to touch myself and a silent moan escaped my lips, when the girl on the screen suddenly moved. I nearly fell from my chair, but the next moment, I nearly started to laugh. It was a video. I turned up the volume, but there was no sound. Also it was a bit strange, that there was no play or pause button, neither a time line, but what the heck. The girl moved in her sleep, struggled in the chains, but it did not look as if she woke up. I smiled, placed my hand back where it was and just enjoyed the show.
It took me only some minutes to finish and finally, I was tired enough to sleep, so I went straight to bed.

When I came from work the next day, I noticed two things. Firstly: my orchid had died. How the fuck did people manage to keep those bastards alive?
Secondly: my laptop was still running and there was still the image of this young woman displayed. I sat down. The video was still running, but the scenery had changed. The girl was still in the cell and still shackled in heavy irons, but she was awake, wandering around in the small room. The padlock which kept her I'm place was removed, but she was still chained to the wall, the long chain was rattling silently behind her at every step. Also there was an empty dog bowl on the floor. Fascinated I stared at the screen. How long was this video? Was it just an endless loop, or was this... Could it be a live stream? Was this poor girl really chained to this wall in this dirty little prison right now?
I sat down and watched her. An hour passed and another followed. I watched her wandering around, doing some workout - which was quite impressive, given the restricted situation she was in - but there was no cut, no repetition just this continuous stream of images.

From time to time she tried to free herself, pulled on the chains, tried to open the heavy door, tried to struggle out of the shackles, but it was useless, she was trapped, bound in this dirty hole.
After three hours I was convinced, that this was indeed a live stream and that I was looking at a real imprisoned person.
I shivered, this was really happening. It still might have been a scripted video, some model, paid to do this, but it looked so real... The cell, the chains, the desperation in her eyes...

Paul had sent me the link four days ago. Was she in there the whole time? When did she get imprisoned? Should I call the police? But what if this was just a kinky show, done by people who love to do stuff like this?
I decided to write a message to Paul, even thou he was still marked offline.

"What is this? Is this for real? Where the hell is this? It's hot but... Is this in any way consensual?"

While I was waiting for a response, I could not stop me to further watch the stream. The camera seemed to be placed in one of the upper corners of her dungeon cell. Did she know, that it was there? Did she know, that there were people looking at her right now? That I was looking at her?
I felt like a voyeur, but could not resist. Still a feeling of guilt was nagging on me. How should I tell if this was consensual? Know if she liked what was happening to her? If she felt the same arousal I would feel in her position?

At least one of these questions was answered, when she started to masturbate.

I leaned back. This came out of nowhere. Her hands were still chained behind her back, but she seemed to be quite creative. She pulled the long chain, which was holding her in the cell through her legs and started to rub it on her crotch.
Only seconds later the door of her cell was blown open. An angry man rushed in and slapped the poor girl. There was still no sound, but I could see, how he shouted at her and hit her several times. Then, he grabbed the chain and pulled her towards the wall. Again he shortened the chain with a padlock, so she wasn't able to masturbate, or even sit down, without choking herself.

I stared bewildered at this brutal scene. The man yelled once more at the poor girl, then he left, leaving the chained girl behind.
While he had been there, she had shrugged, kept her head down as if she had feared him, feared his anger. But now she looked after him, stared at the closed door and smiled. My jaw dropped. She smiled, smiled in her little dungeon, after she was beaten and yelled at.

Yes, she was like me, she liked, what happened to her. And she looked like she was waiting for something. Some minutes later, I knew what it was, she was waiting for.
She was waiting for her punishment. She must've known, that she were not allowed to masturbate, and yet she did disobey. Now she was punished. The door opened again and this time, the man had a whip in his hand. A whip, of which he knew how to use it.

It was hard and arousing at the same time, to watch. He whipped her on her butt, her breasts, her back.... She tried to dodge the strokes, but had no chance. Every single one hit her, let her scream and left a mark, because the chains where keeping her right in place and there was nowhere to go.
The poor girl was shaking, squirming on the ground when he left, but I saw the fire in her eyes. Yes, she definitely was like me. But how the hell did she end up like this?

A quiet noise distracted me from her: A new message from Paul. I opened it at once.

"I don't know much about this, only thing that was assured was, that this women volunteered to be part of it."

"Yeah, I figured that out by now. You have no further information? Where did you get that link from?"

"I got it from a closer friend of mine. Actually I was not allowed to give it out to anyone. So please keep it a secret, okay?"

I was not very happy, but I agreed and starred at the screen again.

Watching the girl on the screen became kind of an obsession during the next weeks.
I liked to watched her suffer. She was actually locked down in this prison cell 24/7. She was also never released from her chains. In fact, quite the opposite was true. Without any regular schedule her door opened and people came in: Men, women, sometimes alone, sometimes in a pack. I saw only few of the visitors twice, but none of them was very nice to the poor women. They used her, tortured her, fucked her... Some just punched her, others tied her up before they left, so she had to stay in very restrictive bondage until the next person entered and with any luck freed her from the additional bondage.

Sometimes it took only some hours sometimes she was alone for days.

Even her meals and the lights in the cell felt absolutely random. Every time the lights went out, the camera switched to infrared so I could continue watching her, sitting in a corner of the cell, her eyes wide open, glimmering in the infrared light.

For four weeks, I watched her every day, every hour, every minute I could spare. I was eager to see her suffer and enjoyed every time a stranger came to her and let her suffer. I knew it was pure evil, this girl was going through, still I started to ask myself how I would change the situation, if I was in charge of her prison. How I would restrict her even more, cut away more of the tiniest bit of freedom she had. One time, one of her guest, chained her legs to her thighs to her collar, so she had to stay on her knees all the time. This pose was so humiliating, that I wasn't able to leave the screen.

At one point I could not stand it anymore, so I wrote another message to Paul.

"Okay, I need to know more about this! Who was your contact? Please I really need to know."

"Fine, I'll ask if they can get in contact with you, but it will take time, these guys are hard to reach."

"Don't you have anything?"

"Well... There are more links... Ah what the hell I attach you the collection."

And there it was. A simple text file, containing about thirty of these cryptic links. My heart started to beat like a drum. Without any hesitation I clicked the first.

A video of an middle aged man opened. He was sitting in an small room, struggling against a big leather posture collar and a straitjacket. The walls of this room were padded and covered with leather as well.

The next link showed another women sitting in a small cage, where she tried to reach a bowl of food, reaching through the bars.

Another one showed a person wrapped in tight latex, securely bound in a mono glove. The next man was naked, but was wearing a isolation mask, which only let him tap blindly through his cell.

I clicked the next link, and the next and the next. Every video was different, but they all shared the setting: a person helplessly trapped in a small room, tortured by random strangers at random times. And none of these people were released from their prison.

At least not during the next weeks, in which I was basically glued to the screen of my computer, watching, fearing to miss anything from this strange prison. During this time, all of my plants died.

I envied those people, pictured me in their place and from day to day from second to second the dark desires deep inside me grew.

It took another three weeks, until I received a message, from an unknown account.

"It came to my attention, that you wanted to reach out to me", the stranger wrote, "So how may I assist you."

My fingers were trembling, and I had to retype most of the words, before I could sent my answer out, because I missed half of the keys.

"Do you know where these links come from?"

"Of course, I am one of the people who provide them."

"Where are all those people?"

"As you might see yourself, they are imprisoned. I'm afraid, I'm not able to share the location of our prison with you, since we swore to ourselves and to the people in it, that it should remain a secret."

"You mean all of them are voluntarily in those cells?"

"Well, they entered as volunteers and each of them knew, what was going to happen."

"How long are they going to be imprisoned?"

"Oh there is no time frame. The deal was to lock them up and not to let them out again."

My heart skipped a beat. Forever?

"Why would anyone do something stupid like this? Why would someone want this?"

"Well, most of our volunteers are here, not because because they wanted it, but they felt, that they needed it."

I was stunned. Who the fuck needs something like this? But I did not wrote this question, the answer was way to obvious and when I realized this, I immediately closed all tabs.
Full of fear I starred at the blank screen. It was not possible! Was it? I knew I was kinky, submissive, a masochist, but this?

This was crazy! Bonkers! Totally nuts, but still... It felt right. There was it again, the feeling of being on a search, the feeling I was missing something. But this time, I had the feeling I found, what I was looking for.

I opened the browser again. There she was. Alone in the dark, chained to a wall without any hope to ever get out of this misery.

"How could anyone do this to them self?" I wrote to the stranger.

"Are you asking for reasons or practical guidance?"

"Maybe both?"

"Well my dear the answer to both is another question: what is it, what you really desire?"

....

It was a boring day in the office. The board meetings were exhausting but even as a CEO he could not just skip them. At least not all of them.
He opened his laptop and a new mail popped up. It was from this little project he decided to fund. Thousands of dollars he spent each month, but how little this money bothered him. The results were quite arousing.

"New participant", was the title of the message. With an interested smile he continued reading.

"We got a new girl for our prison. Her demands were quite extreme even for us, but who are we to neglect the wishes of this girl?"

He clicked the link. As usual, it was only an IP with a port, followed by a random string. The video which opened was perfectly fitting his taste. He read the info sheet, attached to the mail.

Age: 26
Sex: female
Duration: unlimited
Usage restrictions: none

Other notes:
- participant needs to be kept in heavy irons 24/7
- hands fixated in reverse prayer position on the steel collar
- hands secured with additional ball shaped iron gloves
- feet connected with short chain
- additional shackles are placed around the thighs and connected to the collar, to keep the participant in a kneeing position
- collar is be permanently locked to the floor in the center of the cell, with a chain of not more than two meters
- participant needs to be kept naked
- permanent gag applied
- all chains and shackles needs to be bolted and sealed permanently
- participant will be kept in cage, when not used otherwise (a special cage which will be automatically lowered from the ceiling and locked on the floor is in preparation)
- Long term sensory deprivation currently in preparation
- no orgasms are allowed at any time
- collar contains special taser unit, which is triggered on movement (amplitude based) as well as the lack of movement (time based) or on behalf of the users

Okay this girl was definitely nuts. He laughed where did they find those freaks? The recruitment unit was doing extraordinary work.
He watched her for a while, struggling in the dirt in her permanent restraints. She was not able to stand up, due to the very restrictive chains and crouched on the hard, cold floor.
Like a mindless animal she pulled on the chains holding her, but the steel was holding her tight.
Every now and then her collar shocked her for moving to much. She flinched, and obviously screamed in her ring gag, but it didn't stop her from trying to free herself.
In this moment he got a glimpse of her eyes. He saw desperation, fear, close to panic, but also lust and the greed for more.
Yeah, she really wanted it the hard way. But he was sure by now she regretted her choices deeply, like all of them.
He clicked the schedule appointment button beneath the video. Thousand dollars were paid, but he did not care. The money was well spent as he would have so much fun with her.

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Important notice: This story is about BDSM and unusual sexual desires. If you are not familiar with the term or the idea this story is probably not ment for you. So please just don't read it, move on and have a nice day

I was surfing the web and I was deadly bored.
Damn, other girls would probably go out, dating, partying or what ever. Me? No I was the kind of girl, which just sat in front of a screen, browsing through the internet. It was nearly midnight, but I was not tired. Okay, to be honest, I was damn tired, but there was this strange feeling inside me, which kept me awake. It was like I was searching for something, longing, but without any clue what I was longing for.

I was tired but awake this night, like I had been for many, many nights before.
I just logged in to my favorite kinky social network, when a new message popped up.
One of my online friends - Paul - had messaged me. He was marked offline, which was not unusual for him. I opened the message, and noticed, that it was sent three days ago.

"I found this website. Pretty sure this is something for you. Bye the way, how's your orchid? Still alive?"

Bewildered I looked at the link below the text. It had no meaningful name, but a series of digits, followed by some cryptic text. At first I thought this might be a scam message, but it came from a person I knew and if Pauls account was somehow hacked, he would not have mentioned the orchid, I just bought. I had told him about my habit of accidentally killing plants and ever since he was asking.

I was curious and clicked the link. A website opened and the image of a skinny women - she seemed to be about my age - was displayed.
I felt a sensation tingling inside me. The girl was completely naked, covered in dirt and sat on the blank stone floor in a small and empty room. Her feet were chained together with heavy shackles, her hands bound behind her back with the same kind of shackles and even around her neck she wore a heavy steel collar. She seemed to be asleep, while she leaned against bare stone wall. It looked like she was forced to sleep like this, because her collar was chained to the wall above her and someone had shortened it with a padlock, so she was not able to lay down. I shivered.

Damn this image was hot. Immediately I pictured myself sitting there, in the dirt, bound by those heavy chains. I really liked the idea. Who was she? Why was she in this cell? How long would she be forced to stay there? My hand slipped down my pants. Paul was right, this definitely was something for me.
I started to touch myself and a silent moan escaped my lips, when the girl on the screen suddenly moved. I nearly fell from my chair, but the next moment, I nearly started to laugh. It was a video. I turned up the volume, but there was no sound. Also it was a bit strange, that there was no play or pause button, neither a time line, but what the heck. The girl moved in her sleep, struggled in the chains, but it did not look as if she woke up. I smiled, placed my hand back where it was and just enjoyed the show.
It took me only some minutes to finish and finally, I was tired enough to sleep, so I went straight to bed.

When I came from work the next day, I noticed two things. Firstly: my orchid had died. How the fuck did people manage to keep those bastards alive?
Secondly: my laptop was still running and there was still the image of this young woman displayed. I sat down. The video was still running, but the scenery had changed. The girl was still in the cell and still shackled in heavy irons, but she was awake, wandering around in the small room. The padlock which kept her I'm place was removed, but she was still chained to the wall, the long chain was rattling silently behind her at every step. Also there was an empty dog bowl on the floor. Fascinated I stared at the screen. How long was this video? Was it just an endless loop, or was this... Could it be a live stream? Was this poor girl really chained to this wall in this dirty little prison right now?
I sat down and watched her. An hour passed and another followed. I watched her wandering around, doing some workout - which was quite impressive, given the restricted situation she was in - but there was no cut, no repetition just this continuous stream of images.

From time to time she tried to free herself, pulled on the chains, tried to open the heavy door, tried to struggle out of the shackles, but it was useless, she was trapped, bound in this dirty hole.
After three hours I was convinced, that this was indeed a live stream and that I was looking at a real imprisoned person.
I shivered, this was really happening. It still might have been a scripted video, some model, paid to do this, but it looked so real... The cell, the chains, the desperation in her eyes...

Paul had sent me the link four days ago. Was she in there the whole time? When did she get imprisoned? Should I call the police? But what if this was just a kinky show, done by people who love to do stuff like this?
I decided to write a message to Paul, even thou he was still marked offline.

"What is this? Is this for real? Where the hell is this? It's hot but... Is this in any way consensual?"

While I was waiting for a response, I could not stop me to further watch the stream. The camera seemed to be placed in one of the upper corners of her dungeon cell. Did she know, that it was there? Did she know, that there were people looking at her right now? That I was looking at her?
I felt like a voyeur, but could not resist. Still a feeling of guilt was nagging on me. How should I tell if this was consensual? Know if she liked what was happening to her? If she felt the same arousal I would feel in her position?

At least one of these questions was answered, when she started to masturbate.

I leaned back. This came out of nowhere. Her hands were still chained behind her back, but she seemed to be quite creative. She pulled the long chain, which was holding her in the cell through her legs and started to rub it on her crotch.
Only seconds later the door of her cell was blown open. An angry man rushed in and slapped the poor girl. There was still no sound, but I could see, how he shouted at her and hit her several times. Then, he grabbed the chain and pulled her towards the wall. Again he shortened the chain with a padlock, so she wasn't able to masturbate, or even sit down, without choking herself.

I stared bewildered at this brutal scene. The man yelled once more at the poor girl, then he left, leaving the chained girl behind.
While he had been there, she had shrugged, kept her head down as if she had feared him, feared his anger. But now she looked after him, stared at the closed door and smiled. My jaw dropped. She smiled, smiled in her little dungeon, after she was beaten and yelled at.

Yes, she was like me, she liked, what happened to her. And she looked like she was waiting for something. Some minutes later, I knew what it was, she was waiting for.
She was waiting for her punishment. She must've known, that she were not allowed to masturbate, and yet she did disobey. Now she was punished. The door opened again and this time, the man had a whip in his hand. A whip, of which he knew how to use it.

It was hard and arousing at the same time, to watch. He whipped her on her butt, her breasts, her back.... She tried to dodge the strokes, but had no chance. Every single one hit her, let her scream and left a mark, because the chains where keeping her right in place and there was nowhere to go.
The poor girl was shaking, squirming on the ground when he left, but I saw the fire in her eyes. Yes, she definitely was like me. But how the hell did she end up like this?

A quiet noise distracted me from her: A new message from Paul. I opened it at once.

"I don't know much about this, only thing that was assured was, that this women volunteered to be part of it."

"Yeah, I figured that out by now. You have no further information? Where did you get that link from?"

"I got it from a closer friend of mine. Actually I was not allowed to give it out to anyone. So please keep it a secret, okay?"

I was not very happy, but I agreed and starred at the screen again.

Watching the girl on the screen became kind of an obsession during the next weeks.
I liked to watched her suffer. She was actually locked down in this prison cell 24/7. She was also never released from her chains. In fact, quite the opposite was true. Without any regular schedule her door opened and people came in: Men, women, sometimes alone, sometimes in a pack. I saw only few of the visitors twice, but none of them was very nice to the poor women. They used her, tortured her, fucked her... Some just punched her, others tied her up before they left, so she had to stay in very restrictive bondage until the next person entered and with any luck freed her from the additional bondage.

Sometimes it took only some hours sometimes she was alone for days.

Even her meals and the lights in the cell felt absolutely random. Every time the lights went out, the camera switched to infrared so I could continue watching her, sitting in a corner of the cell, her eyes wide open, glimmering in the infrared light.

For four weeks, I watched her every day, every hour, every minute I could spare. I was eager to see her suffer and enjoyed every time a stranger came to her and let her suffer. I knew it was pure evil, this girl was going through, still I started to ask myself how I would change the situation, if I was in charge of her prison. How I would restrict her even more, cut away more of the tiniest bit of freedom she had. One time, one of her guest, chained her legs to her thighs to her collar, so she had to stay on her knees all the time. This pose was so humiliating, that I wasn't able to leave the screen.

At one point I could not stand it anymore, so I wrote another message to Paul.

"Okay, I need to know more about this! Who was your contact? Please I really need to know."

"Fine, I'll ask if they can get in contact with you, but it will take time, these guys are hard to reach."

"Don't you have anything?"

"Well... There are more links... Ah what the hell I attach you the collection."

And there it was. A simple text file, containing about thirty of these cryptic links. My heart started to beat like a drum. Without any hesitation I clicked the first.

A video of an middle aged man opened. He was sitting in an small room, struggling against a big leather posture collar and a straitjacket. The walls of this room were padded and covered with leather as well.

The next link showed another women sitting in a small cage, where she tried to reach a bowl of food, reaching through the bars.

Another one showed a person wrapped in tight latex, securely bound in a mono glove. The next man was naked, but was wearing a isolation mask, which only let him tap blindly through his cell.

I clicked the next link, and the next and the next. Every video was different, but they all shared the setting: a person helplessly trapped in a small room, tortured by random strangers at random times. And none of these people were released from their prison.

At least not during the next weeks, in which I was basically glued to the screen of my computer, watching, fearing to miss anything from this strange prison. During this time, all of my plants died.

I envied those people, pictured me in their place and from day to day from second to second the dark desires deep inside me grew.

It took another three weeks, until I received a message, from an unknown account.

"It came to my attention, that you wanted to reach out to me", the stranger wrote, "So how may I assist you."

My fingers were trembling, and I had to retype most of the words, before I could sent my answer out, because I missed half of the keys.

"Do you know where these links come from?"

"Of course, I am one of the people who provide them."

"Where are all those people?"

"As you might see yourself, they are imprisoned. I'm afraid, I'm not able to share the location of our prison with you, since we swore to ourselves and to the people in it, that it should remain a secret."

"You mean all of them are voluntarily in those cells?"

"Well, they entered as volunteers and each of them knew, what was going to happen."

"How long are they going to be imprisoned?"

"Oh there is no time frame. The deal was to lock them up and not to let them out again."

My heart skipped a beat. Forever?

"Why would anyone do something stupid like this? Why would someone want this?"

"Well, most of our volunteers are here, not because because they wanted it, but they felt, that they needed it."

I was stunned. Who the fuck needs something like this? But I did not wrote this question, the answer was way to obvious and when I realized this, I immediately closed all tabs.
Full of fear I starred at the blank screen. It was not possible! Was it? I knew I was kinky, submissive, a masochist, but this?

This was crazy! Bonkers! Totally nuts, but still... It felt right. There was it again, the feeling of being on a search, the feeling I was missing something. But this time, I had the feeling I found, what I was looking for.

I opened the browser again. There she was. Alone in the dark, chained to a wall without any hope to ever get out of this misery.

"How could anyone do this to them self?" I wrote to the stranger.

"Are you asking for reasons or practical guidance?"

"Maybe both?"

"Well my dear the answer to both is another question: what is it, what you really desire?"

....

It was a boring day in the office. The board meetings were exhausting but even as a CEO he could not just skip them. At least not all of them.
He opened his laptop and a new mail popped up. It was from this little project he decided to fund. Thousands of dollars he spent each month, but how little this money bothered him. The results were quite arousing.

"New participant", was the title of the message. With an interested smile he continued reading.

"We got a new girl for our prison. Her demands were quite extreme even for us, but who are we to neglect the wishes of this girl?"

He clicked the link. As usual, it was only an IP with a port, followed by a random string. The video which opened was perfectly fitting his taste. He read the info sheet, attached to the mail.

Age: 26
Sex: female
Duration: unlimited
Usage restrictions: none

Other notes:
- participant needs to be kept in heavy irons 24/7
- hands fixated in reverse prayer position on the steel collar
- hands secured with additional ball shaped iron gloves
- feet connected with short chain
- additional shackles are placed around the thighs and connected to the collar, to keep the participant in a kneeing position
- collar is be permanently locked to the floor in the center of the cell, with a chain of not more than two meters
- participant needs to be kept naked
- permanent gag applied
- all chains and shackles needs to be bolted and sealed permanently
- participant will be kept in cage, when not used otherwise (a special cage which will be automatically lowered from the ceiling and locked on the floor is in preparation)
- Long term sensory deprivation currently in preparation
- no orgasms are allowed at any time
- collar contains special taser unit, which is triggered on movement (amplitude based) as well as the lack of movement (time based) or on behalf of the users

Okay this girl was definitely nuts. He laughed where did they find those freaks? The recruitment unit was doing extraordinary work.
He watched her for a while, struggling in the dirt in her permanent restraints. She was not able to stand up, due to the very restrictive chains and crouched on the hard, cold floor.
Like a mindless animal she pulled on the chains holding her, but the steel was holding her tight.
Every now and then her collar shocked her for moving to much. She flinched, and obviously screamed in her ring gag, but it didn't stop her from trying to free herself.
In this moment he got a glimpse of her eyes. He saw desperation, fear, close to panic, but also lust and the greed for more.
Yeah, she really wanted it the hard way. But he was sure by now she regretted her choices deeply, like all of them.
He clicked the schedule appointment button beneath the video. Thousand dollars were paid, but he did not care. The money was well spent as he would have so much fun with her.