22 February 2013
Thoughts from my captive - Alexa
My name is Alexa and I am a captive. I was taken by Miss Carla some time ago and placed on display, heavily restricted and bound near the teleport landing area at Kitten’s Castle. I am not sure how long ago I was placed there as days seem to turn into weeks. My arms are forced into a reverse prayer, I am collared and leashed to a pole, a harness was placed on my head and a ring gag forces my mouth open. Finally, Miss Carla dressed me into skimpy attire before she blindfolded, positioned and left me there on display.
I have no idea who is around except when someone speaks to me as both my radar and names functions are disabled. I do remember a while after I was left on display someone began to first tease then to punish my body. I felt a soft hand caress my cheeks, then slip down to trace around my bra as tingles began to shoot up my spine. Even the ache from my arms and shoulders from being in the reverse prayer position had subsided into a dull throb. Suddenly, without warning, a white hot stab of pain shot up from my shoulders into my neck as my arms were suddenly wrenched upward. My back arched as I screamed in sheer agony. As I writhed in torment the hand playing around the fabric of my bra slipped inside and gently tweaked my right nipple. I gasped as I felt another hand pushed inside my bra to cup my left breast then to softly roll my nipple as pain and pleasure was expertly mixed in my helpless body.
Finally the agony eased in my shoulders as whoever exerting the pressure released their hold. Instead of the pain in my shoulders I felt something forced into my mouth. A rubbery slick object slowly pushed backward until it touched my throat. I struggled to not retch as I felt the object begin to grow in size as it filled my mouth. My body began to struggle as the fingers playing with my now hard and aching nipples continued to roll and tweak them. Whatever inside my mouth caused my cheeks to begin to bulge as the object nearly closed off my throat as it finally stopped increasing in size. I was helpless to expel the huge rubbery thing inside my mouth as drool begin to leak from my lips. I whimpered as the soft fingers slowed their playing with my nipples and slipped from under my bra.
Moments passed..then blazing hot fire burst in my upper body as my arms were again cruelly shoved upward. I writhed in acute agony but only a muffled moan escaped past the object filling my mouth. Tears filled my eyes hidden behind the blindfold. I screamed again as my bound arms were pulled down then again shoved back upward. I felt the hands push back under my bra and play with my nipples. Again and again I was subjected to the same – pain and pleasure. Finally I must have passed out.
When I came to they had gone. I was on my knees held upright by the leash that ran to the pole. My shoulders ached with hot fire like pain. The object had been taken from my mouth. I struggled to regain my footing and waited…
The collar I wear, the leather restraints that adorn my body, the leash that keeps me close to the pole and the ring gag is a reminder of how little say I now have in my present state. The ever present blindfold that creates the blackness that surrounds me keeps me on edge and frustrated. I have begun to wonder…what am I? Am I even human anymore? Have I become an object, less than human? Is my body even mine? I know I cannot escape what awaits me. Looking back I both hate and love the pain and pleasure I was subjected to. Have I begun a journey down a long dark road? Will it ever end? Questions such as these have begun to constantly run through my mind.
I have no idea who is around except when someone speaks to me as both my radar and names functions are disabled. I do remember a while after I was left on display someone began to first tease then to punish my body. I felt a soft hand caress my cheeks, then slip down to trace around my bra as tingles began to shoot up my spine. Even the ache from my arms and shoulders from being in the reverse prayer position had subsided into a dull throb. Suddenly, without warning, a white hot stab of pain shot up from my shoulders into my neck as my arms were suddenly wrenched upward. My back arched as I screamed in sheer agony. As I writhed in torment the hand playing around the fabric of my bra slipped inside and gently tweaked my right nipple. I gasped as I felt another hand pushed inside my bra to cup my left breast then to softly roll my nipple as pain and pleasure was expertly mixed in my helpless body.
Finally the agony eased in my shoulders as whoever exerting the pressure released their hold. Instead of the pain in my shoulders I felt something forced into my mouth. A rubbery slick object slowly pushed backward until it touched my throat. I struggled to not retch as I felt the object begin to grow in size as it filled my mouth. My body began to struggle as the fingers playing with my now hard and aching nipples continued to roll and tweak them. Whatever inside my mouth caused my cheeks to begin to bulge as the object nearly closed off my throat as it finally stopped increasing in size. I was helpless to expel the huge rubbery thing inside my mouth as drool begin to leak from my lips. I whimpered as the soft fingers slowed their playing with my nipples and slipped from under my bra.
Moments passed..then blazing hot fire burst in my upper body as my arms were again cruelly shoved upward. I writhed in acute agony but only a muffled moan escaped past the object filling my mouth. Tears filled my eyes hidden behind the blindfold. I screamed again as my bound arms were pulled down then again shoved back upward. I felt the hands push back under my bra and play with my nipples. Again and again I was subjected to the same – pain and pleasure. Finally I must have passed out.
When I came to they had gone. I was on my knees held upright by the leash that ran to the pole. My shoulders ached with hot fire like pain. The object had been taken from my mouth. I struggled to regain my footing and waited…
The collar I wear, the leather restraints that adorn my body, the leash that keeps me close to the pole and the ring gag is a reminder of how little say I now have in my present state. The ever present blindfold that creates the blackness that surrounds me keeps me on edge and frustrated. I have begun to wonder…what am I? Am I even human anymore? Have I become an object, less than human? Is my body even mine? I know I cannot escape what awaits me. Looking back I both hate and love the pain and pleasure I was subjected to. Have I begun a journey down a long dark road? Will it ever end? Questions such as these have begun to constantly run through my mind.
14 February 2013
Thoughts from a display...
For the next week we'll be featuring the writings of Alexa, a former wrestler-turned-slave on display at the main castle. Stay tuned.....
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