It’s dark, pitch black in fact. Your eyes couldn’t possibly open any further as you strain to see just where the hell you are. You are lying down, and as you try to sit up a wave of nausea overpowers you, and you can feel the pounding in your head begin anew. So… you just lay there, in the dark… and wait.

You realize you are nude, but don’t feel cold as the room is warm and comfortable, but the surface where you are lying is cold. Your fingers search around and you find your wrists are shackled. What the…??? You pull against the metal cuffs, and can hear the chains drag across the cold, hard surface. NO! It’s starting to dawn on you now. Yep, it’s your turn.

There it is again, you’re sure of it. The sound is real soft, yet you swear you can hear a woman crying. A few moments pass, and then you hear a shuffling of footsteps around you. At least you hope it’s footsteps, and not rats or something. Your mind wanders… bats flapping their tiny wings… or how about masked ladies, with stocking-covered feet and black, pointy-toed shoes???

You can’t be sure how long you’ve been here now, and a feeling of dread wells up inside you, causing a tight feeling in your chest. You stare wide-eyed into the dark, and try to remind yourself to remain calm, but then you realize…you know absolutely nothing about these people – nothing about the dark haired woman. It is possible she will leave you here, chained to this marble slab forever!!! Your head is pounding, as is your heart.

You squeeze your eyes shut, and try to concentrate on the details of the day. How did she find you? How did you find her?? What the hell is going on???    ‘Hello?’  You call out… your voice echoes once or twice, and is then absorbed by the fabric covered walls. Ok, so you think it’s the fabric-covered walls, seeing you’re completely BLIND here, you really have no clue. You hear it again, the shuffling sound. It shuffles closer, and you suddenly feel like bolting up and rushing headlong into the darkness to flee this unseen terror, but the chains hold you fast!

Your skin crawls and recoils at the first touch of contact with the figure next to you. A pair of warm hands is on your arm, moving slowly up. Your first instinct is to scream, and pull away, but the warmth is soothing, and you remain still. You are really hoping those are hands, and not rats, bats, or creatures far worse. Snakes…BUGS! Then you hear her, definitely a her, she’s cooing softly, trying to comfort you, and she’s lifting your head, guiding it upright then putting a warm mug to your lips. –  ‘Drink’, she whispers, and you are happy to do it. Sipping the hot liquid, then practically gagging from the bitter taste of it. Herbal tea of some sort, you think, and you take another sip because she’s got it pressed to your lips again. Swallowing, breathing, feeling sooooo much better, she strokes your brow...still cooing, then lays your head back down on a soft pillow – very soft, maybe even furry, could… be….. a…..… rat…………….



You wake with a start; a piercing scream floods the room. Your head has stopped pounding, but you feel dizzy as hell, and couldn’t sit up if you wanted to. You can perceive movement from below, and then as if a play is unfolding before you and the opening curtain parts, the ceiling cracks open and splits. Evenly, the platform begins it’s ascent, inching upward, and turning ever so slowly toward the light.

You lay still as the platform reaches its apex, you feel it shudder then hear a click as it locks in place. There, directly ahead of you is one of the fire pits, and you can see the handle of the iron sticking up from inside. Flames are not dancing in the pit yet, but you are fairly certain they will be. A light sweat breaks out on your forehead. So this is the way of it then? You will be the next performer. Will you be sodomized, branded? What will your fate be? Your mind churns around the possibilities, mixing up all sorts of varied combinations, finally stopping when you come up with the one where you’re sodomized WITH the branding iron… EEK! Sweat beads pop up on your upper lip, and your hands have grown clammy. You bring them together and rub them…clang clang go the chains.

Many minutes later, someone is approaching you; it’s the figure of a woman. As she nears you recognize the Masked Lady. How could you mistake those lovely breasts and those perky, pierced nipples? Yay! Just as you hoped, she is next to you, bending forward, laying a nipple against your lips. Your tongue reaches out, and you catch the small golden hoop between your teeth, then tug lightly upon it stretching her nipple out. ‘Mmmmm’, she moans. The nipple ring pops out of your grasp.  Her hands are helping you upright. Your eyes are on her breasts…scanning her perfect skin down to the bare mound of her pussy. She is climbing on top the platform to sit down next to you. You move over to let her on, and watch as she slides down positioning herself under you on the platform. Her legs are wrapped around your hips, the seam of her luscious pussy lips separates, and your eyes feast on the gleaming ring that punctures her clit.

Your fingers come to rest on her belly, and then move lower. One hand is stroking her inner thigh while your thumb and finger from the other gently tugs her clit-ring. You bend over her firm body, and suck one of her nipples into your mouth, pulling hard, sucking and tugging with the same rhythm your fingers are using to tug her clit-ring. Her hands are roaming over your back, her nails raking over your skin; her legs drawing you closer and you feel your cock brushing against her wet pussy. In goes the tip of your meat – she’s so tight, you stop and resist the urge to plunge your full length into her, but she’s moaning and writhing beneath you, and you can see her intense gaze from behind the mask, sky blue, and so hot for you. So, you let yourself go and feel her pussy stretch around your cock as you enter her warmth.

You’re both moaning now, building from a slow, even tempo – her hips lifting and lowering, countering your long firm thrusts. You pull out, she pulls her hips down, and then lifts up against you as you plunge back into her. You thrust faster. You can hear your thighs slapping against hers, and the sounds of her slurping pussy – she’s so wet! Your arms are straight, hands on either side of her ribs, and flat against the platform. Plunging, plunging, shafting in and out… faster, the heat building, and you raise up on your toes. She’s clawing at your shoulders, her legs spreading wider. Harder, you pound into her, impaling her with your hot cock. The harder you pound the further open she spreads her legs, lifting them higher, sobbing...YeS!!

Your cum is bubbling inside, ready to gush into this goddess, and then you feel it…At the moment your load releases into her tight cunt, the iron burns into your flesh between your shoulder blades. Your screams fill the room, you jerk and buck against her, pain and ecstasy rolled into one package, your cock shoots again and again as the pain increases – the intensity of it numbing your mind.

You collapse upon her, your body still shuddering, your cock still within her sweet, hot pussy. Your lips cover her soft breasts with a thousand kisses...

...and you feel yourself being pulled from her.

The shackles fall from your wrists, and land heavily on the platform. Wave after wave of dizzyness assaults you. Your head spins in a whirling vortex reminding you of the leaves and dust that whizzed around you as you approached this place. Your palms are clammy, heart is pounding, chest is heaving...

You know what happens next…



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You awaken, sitting upright in the drivers’ seat of your car, fully dressed with a splitting headache and a stabbing pain in the center of your back. Recollection falls upon you, and hazy images filter through your mind. Your fingers find their way to the lump on your head. Your hair feels matted and you pinch the clotted mass between your thumb and fingers. You glance around for your hat. Not finding it your eyes move to your watch to check the time. Early AM. Weariness settles in on you, and you lean back into the seat, turning your head to avoid resting on the lump.

You will go back again; at the very least you will have to recover your hat. You have been marked. And, as fools be, you’re caught in the game.

Next time, you’ll be prepared.