Stacey's biggest lesson WIP
I woke up in a cold dark room, sore all over with no memory of where I was, or how I got there. I was standing in an upright position with my wrists bound together and raised above my head. They must have been tied to the ceiling, or something else up above me. My feet were flat on the hard concrete flooring below me, but I couldn't move them. I felt a pair of cold metal shackles locked tightly around my ankles. There must have had a spreader bar or something similar that was keeping my legs from closing to protect my crotch. If the wrong person were to come in, I would be at their mercy. I knew that I didn't get here by myself, and whoever brought me here
obviously didn't have anything pleasant in mind for me. I felt something heavy tugging on some of my most sensitive areas. Something was tugging ever so gently on each of my pussy lips, and clitoris. It felt like someone had pierced my body, and hung weights from each of them.
Suddenly I felt a hot stream of fluid start to spray all over my face. I opened my mouth to scream in protest, but that turned out to be a mistake. As the foul liquid entered, and flooded my mouth, I found out in an instant that it was urine. I spit out all that I could before I shut my mouth, but still had a little bit run down the back of my throat. I nearly gagged, and then just as quickly as it began, it stopped. I opened my eyes, and tried to see through the darkness, but it was no use, I couldn't see anything. Then I felt a hand squeeze my left breast as a gruff voice began to speak.
"Hello Stacey, If your smart you will open your eyes, ears, mind and your mouth... Just don't make a sound." Without a break in his monologue his flow of urine started again, going directly into my eyes, and mouth as he tightened his grip on my breast, crushing it.
"Your are here today because of how you choose to live your pathetic life. You have all the necessary tools to succeed in life, but one. You graduated high school at the top of your class. You went to college and earned a degree in business. Most people would see you and say your beautiful. On the outside, that may be true, but what I see inside is a different story. You have all the tools except the will to work. That's why you mooch off of a guy. Once he realizes that your using him, he leaves you and you just replace him with the next guy on the long list of men waiting for you. You're a parasite living off others, sitting back and letting everyone else do the work. Now I'm taking you back to school for one more lesson. As I said, you have lived off others so long that you forgot how to provide for yourself, let alone others. I'm going to switch the roles around."
His stream of urine finally ceased,and he gave my breast one final squeeze before releasing it from his iron-like grip. I thought the worst was over, but I was mistaken. I felt a pair of fingers, with sharp claws force there way between my pussy lips, and into my body. With no restraint he thrust them both straight in and then bent them on each backthrust, so the razorlike claws scratched painfully into my vaginal walls. He kept raking against them as he continued to speak.
To Be Continued