Tied Up

Chapter 11

My first as a slave

“No, please don’t do this to me.”

The doctor injected some kind of medicine in me, after several minutes my body felt numb, my visions

became blurry. I saw the doctor talking but I can’t hear what he is saying. The next thing I know is the

door was open, a ray of light was shining from the door. Is this my end? Will I be able to leave this hell

that I am in?

After some time, I was awakened by the water dripping on my forehead. My hand was still weak, but

my visions are back to normal.

But …where am I? What am I wearing?

This place is dark, I can’t even see my hands clearly when I try to reach for what’s in front of me. My

skin feels burnt, my body is still weak.

“Hello? Anyone here? I need to pee.” I heard someone’s step nearby, walking closer and closer. That

someone holds a bunch of keys in his hand, unlocking the door close to me.

“Hello Pretty, we are meant to have a fuck I guess.” The voice, so familiar. Then the lights suddenly

turned on. The lights are far too bright to my eyes but not for long, that someone’s face is right in front

of me. And I do not like what I am seeing right now.

Rows of cages, that’s what my first impression of where I am trapped. Jail I may say this is. There are

three floors of transparent cages and I am trapped in one of them. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Pretty, welcome to the boxes of slaves. I believe we shall continue what was left in the show.” The

bearded man who claims he was my Master back in the show. The door of my cage was shut and

locked.

“No, don’t you dare come near me, I am sold you said. I have my bidder. You can’t touch a hair of

mine.” I tried to back off to the closest wall, but the cage is not spacious and no windows.

“I know clearly that you are sold but apparently since you are not a virgin so anyone can use you until

your bidder arrives for the pickup. And we have no idea when will the bidder comes yet. So let’s have

fun.”

The bearded man comes towards me, using his strong hand to hold my neck so I can’t move much. He

pushes me on the corner, he holds my neck like a kitten. I was forced to sit on the edge of the corner.

The bearded man starts to take off his pants, I am wearing a loose dirty baggy shirt only. It doesn’t take

him much strength to tear it off from my body. He tightens his hold on my neck, making it difficult to

breathe for me. He forces my legs open and stands right in front of my opening.