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NAMELESS IN RIO [ part 2 ] It must be getting dark; the red light streaming through her window told her. She started checking the furnishings of her room, as trained. In the left corner, from the iron entrance door, a wooden beam descended on a 45 degree angled to a cylindrical leather pad. Chains descended from two ceiling pulleys with shackles on the ends, either side. And a ring was bolted just were the bean met the wall. It was designed to hold a female spread wide, her sex ready for use or abuse. Most of the left wall next to it was occupied by a wooden “X” frame. With an iron screw tipped by a padded pipe. Turning the screw could rack a female, face out or inwards, forcing her middle outward. The rear wall, above and below the glass block window held shackles on short chains at wrist, waist and ankle heights. The remaining wall was covered with hooks holding every conceivable device for flogging, piercing or clamping on a female body. A single chain suspended a spreader bar from the ceiling; two shackles with short chains bolted to the floor completed this layout. This room and the white painted hall outside to the spartan washroom was all the world she had ever known. She had no name,had no idea how old she was nor could she read or write. Anything that might distract her from performing as a sex slave was omitted from her life. Everything was clean, shinny and supple, ready for use, on her. When she was not in use, a thin blanket could be used for sleeping in a corner. Every four hours, a guard looked in on her through the sliding window in the door, if she needed to use the toilet, or medication for damage from hard use, she could beg him to allow her out. The decision was completely up to him, as were her feeding. She heard the key turn in the lock and she immediately dropped to the “Receive” position. On her knees, legs spread as wide as she possible, hands clasped behind her head, fingers interlaced, elbows pulled back, mouth open, eyes closed. She heard soft leather boots walk in, close the door and lock it. He feet walked around her in a clockwise direction. Then a blow from a ridding crop across her back, swiftly followed by a series across her small breasts, and rear. Her cries and tears were ignored as the blows rained down. “Stand” a young male voice ordered. The crop struck the newly exposed rear of her legs, and especially her firm rear. Then started on her armpits and continued down. After over a hundred strikes all over her little pre-teen body, he stopped. Obviously he was adept with that riding crop, whether on horses or females. Through her tears and sobs she heard the door open. “Tell that fat oily creep my father will pay his outrageous price for this little female as my sixteenth birthday present. Have it cleaned up and delivered to our Pampas ranch by the weekend. I am having a few friends over and she will amuse us as long as she lasts” |