30 Days of Kink- Day 6

Day 6: Describe your weirdest/most interesting sexual fantasy. i don’t know if this falls in the categories of weirdest or most interesting fantasy here's a story of an edgy story that is somewhat of a fantasy of mine. the fantasy starts with me being kidnapped, either as i’m walking home, just got home or when i’m sleeping. Sometimes there is more than one kidnapper but usually just one. He tells me that he has seen me kissing another woman and that he is going to “straighten me up”. i am beaten and raped, if at home, and a gag is secured tightly in my mouth. He drags me into a waiting cargo style van. The back of the van has chains attached to the ceiling, my wrists are locked into them and i’m made to kneel on the cold metal floor. My kidnapper plays loud heavy metal music. We drive around in what feels like circles but there are no windows for me to see where we are actually going so i quickly become disorientated. When the van stops we are in front of a rundown house on a street that i don‘t recognize. i am hauled out of the van, my knees weak from kneeling for so long, into the house. Inside there is a woman waiting for me. She is wearing all black, her hair is pulled tightly back and her eyes are so harsh i think that they are going to pierce through me. She has one hand on her hip and the other holds a crop. She and my kidnapper exchange words in a language that i don’t understand, some sort of eastern European, maybe Russian. She gives him a wad of cash, he turns around and walks out the door, spitting on my face as he passes. After the door shuts the woman orders me to my knees. She asks me if i know where i am and why i am here in her heavy accent. i start to cry while trying to tell her that my kidnapper had only said that he was going to straighten me up. At this she cackles. The woman proceeds to tell me that this is a brothel, that my kidnapper is one of the men she pays to find her new girls. The woman rings a bell and a thin timid looking girl comes in and leads me out of the room and down a dark fight of stairs. i am chained to a wall like a medieval prisoner in a dungeon for the night. i can hear others in the room with me but i cannot tell how many are there. Periodically the timid girl comes in and unchains someone and leads them up the stairs, but i stay there for what feels like the rest of the night. In the morning another girl comes down and unchains all of us. She has turned on a few lights i can see that there are about a dozen or so of us in the room, mostly women but there are two men as well. The girl puts a bucket down, hands each of us a spoon and leaves. The others dive at the bucket so i join them. The bucket contains some sort of gruel and i take a spoonful. It tastes terrible but seeing the way the others eat i wonder if this is all we are going to get to eat all day so i force myself to eat as much as i can. Once the bucket is empty i try to talk to some of the others but nobody will answer any of my questions. Soon there are footsteps on the stairs; the timid girl from last night appears. Without a word she grabs me by the wrist and pulls me to my feet. We head upstairs. Above ground again i quickly scan my surroundings for an escape but the girl must have sensed what i was doing because she tells me that there is no escape. i am lead to a room, a library, and the woman i met last night is sitting behind a desk. When she sees us in the doorway she tells the timid girl that she can go and orders me to enter the room. The woman tells me that i may address her only as Mistress. It is now that i learn my fate. My apartment is being stripped, anything of value being sold and the rest will be disposed of, my bank accounts will be emptied and closed. i am ordered to write a letter to my girlfriend telling her that i have runaway with another woman. i will be able to work my way out of the brothel, i am told. 10% what each client pays will be put towards that but first i have to pay off what Mistress paid my kidnapper. If i ever need medical care or have any other expenses that will come out of my earning too. The other 90% goes toward food, lodging, upkeep and, of course, Mistress’s cut. During the day the slaves, as i have now found out Mistress calls us, are responsible for cleaning the house, preparing food for that evening’s clients and serving any daytime clients that may stop in. Mistress explains that a client may use a slave however they choose, with the exception that condoms must always be used for intercourse. The first night i serve three clients. The first was cruel. He knew that i was a lesbian, that he was my first client; he had paid extra to be “my first man”. He used all of my holes ruthlessly and came on my face. The other two were a husband and wife. They took turns beating me with various crops, canes and paddles that seemed to be in a never ending supply from a duffle bag they brought with them. He made me go down on his wife while he fucked my ass. At dawn after the last of the clients had left the timid girl came to escort us slaves down to the dungeon to our chains to sleep. And that’s how the next five years of my life went, being beaten, fucked used in what ever way was wanted. And when not in use i was in chains. Mistress was a woman of her word and the end of my time came quickly. Mistress had me brought to the library, the same place where i learned my fate that first day. She told me that i was one of the most popular slaves she had ever had. She offered me a permanent position. i wouldn't be a slave any more, i would be an employee. i had seen a few employees in the time that i was a slave, they were treated very well. They could say no to a client and had the freedom to come and go as they pleased when they weren't working. They retained 75% of what the client paid. Most of them had rooms upstairs in the house. i told Mistress that i would be honoured to work for her but that i wanted to live on my own. She agreed and even gave me an advance so that i could get what ever i needed to get settled. When i first got out thought of looking for my old girlfriend and explaining to her what happened but i decided that she wouldn't approve so i decided that it was best to let the past stay in the past. Every weekend i return to Mistress and her brothel and enjoy every minute of being used. Will i ever stop and resume a normal life and career? Why would i when i’m doing what i love to do!?!