If you're not okay with that, don't continue reading. If you are, tell me you are reading.)My eyes open, but the world is dark. Wherever I am, the lig...hts are not on. The smell of mold, and the rank of dampness fills my nostrils as I realize that I am in pain. A cold, thick, metal seems to be tied tightly around my arms and legs. I am not touching the ground, and my weight is forcing me down on the metal chains. I feel like it is cutting into me, but I can't be sure. I let out a low moan of. Before going into the rooms I would look at the pictures of who was in it. I scrolled over this one girl who said she was in a town close to mine. I messaged her. We hit it off talking. The topic turned sexual and we exchanged pics. The teasing naked pics. She was so turned on after I sent one pic (me covering my cock with forearm and hand), she sent me her phone number saying "I bet you don't call me." I called her 15 minutes later while we were still talking online. She never sent a. A dozen won'tbe. I will be out of here before they can do this to me. I heard therustle as my skirt - no, not my skirt, the skirt I had to wear ascamoflage til I could escape, there would never be a "my" skirt - waspushed up, felt the tights and knickers come down and winced as a firmhand held me steady while a needle penetrated me, carrying essence ofgirl deep inside my very skin. Done, I felt a palm jovially slap my arseas I covered myself again and my cheeks flared scarlet."Good kid. Life. I arrived early and checked out the neighborhood and the outside of the house while waiting. The realtor pulled up in a typical realtor car, a silver Lexus. As she got out, I noticed that she was probably in her early 40s and a little on the heavy side, but carrying it well. She was kind of short, about 5'2, had short blonde hair and was wearing a nice dark pinstripe suit, with a skirt a bit shorter than I would have expected and showing more cleavage than most. Middle aged and denying it,.