Training Day: Rebekah's Escape?

The next few days passed slowly, boredom sought me out, but I refused to sit and do nothing. My body was tired, sore, and bruised; the piercings were sore and I often caught myself on the chains doing everyday things, but I refused to sit and just think over the past couple days.

The little house I was in seemed like a guest cabin, two bedrooms, a tiny cellar, a small kitchen with a two person table, and a sitting room with a comfortable couch, arm chair, and a large wall covered in books. Normally I wasn't much of a reader, but since there wasn't a television or gaming system, and they weren't stupid enough to leave me a computer, it was all I really had. Unfortunately the book couldn't hold my attention, and I instead sought out something to keep me active. I found some baking soda in the fridge, along with some fresh fruits, vegetables, and lunch meats, and decided to work on cleaning the little house a bit. I made a paste with the baking soda, it took me a while to get it quite right, but I followed the directions on the box and finally got it. With a rag I found under the sink and some paper towels I took to cleaning the walls of dust and cobwebs. I used a damp rag to wipe down the windows, taking note that they were heavy glass with mesh wire. I tried opening the windows, but they had them jammed so that I could only raise them a couple of inches. The door was locked and there was no phone.

After investigating every room in the house while cleaning to keep my mind busy, I finally decided to check out the basement. The tiny cellar was lined with shelves that were mostly empty. A few canning jars here and there held abandoned goods I wouldn't dare to try, but not wanting to return upstairs to that daunting wall of books for entertainment I started to clear away the cobwebs and placed the jars on the ground.

It was cooler down here, a little musty; I guessed the walls were dirt behind the shelves. As I

cleaned the shelf unit farthest from the stairs I felt it shift. At first I thought I had imagined it, but found that it moved easily aside when I applied my weight against it. Behind the shelf was a small passageway that was lined with wooden planks and tiny light bulbs. As soon as I stepped into the pathway the bulbs flickered to life. I was startled at first and regretted my reaction as I brought my hands to rest over my beating heart and caught the thin chain that pulled at the sore rings in my nipples.

Blowing soft air over the sore piercings like my mom used to do when I scraped my knees when trying new gymnastic tricks, I felt like crying. There was no way they would leave a way out like this, so it had to lead somewhere. I was curious, but scared. Instead of continuing down the path I backed away and pushed the shelf back into place. I wasn't going to be one of those horror movie bimbos that just ran headlong into the unknown without any way of protecting herself.

I climbed back up the stairs with my rag and bowl of baking soda paste. After I cleaned out the bowl and rinsed out the rag I made myself a lettuce wrap with sliced apples, tomatoes, and turkey. I didn't like American cheese so I just added a little Dijon mustard to the wrap and sat by the window to enjoy my meal in the sun. The breeze was chilly coming in through the window, but it felt real. This whole situation seemed like a strange kind of dream, who ever thought they might be kidnapped, raped, abused, and in some part of their freakish mind actually like it?

I couldn't help but replay the last 30 hours of my life. I had left school, gotten my chores done when Brandon had arrived with a lame attempt at gaining my interest, telling me he was my tutor tonight, okay whatever, I hadn't even cared. Halfway through my homework Terrance had showed up trying to talk me into coming to his party tonight, but I knew that he just wanted the chance to get me alone, so I told him I couldn't that I was busy. He'd argued that I never spent time with him anymore, why were we even dating, the usual guy crap. I told him the only reason I was dating him was because he needed a better image since he was Basketball captain and the school couldn't have some lame nerd being the face of the team. I swear he almost started crying when he left, I didn't care; I had guys all over me. I could have any guy in the school that I wanted.

That seemed so petty now. I remember coming back, so upset that he would come to my door complaining about our relationship like he had any right, and without thinking gulped down my water bottle. It took a minute to realize the strange flavor to the water, and notice that it was a little cloudy. I couldn't believe I had been so careless. My mom had warned me about this sort of thing.

I remember trying to wake up but couldn't keep my eyes open, and then everything was a blur. A girl helped me up, said she was taking me to the doctor so I tried hard to help her, then I remember being slapped hard with something. This brought me out of my fog a little, but I still couldn't manage any strength or a coherent thought. Brandon's face had appeared, I thought it was a dream since he was the last face I recall seeing, but it hadn't been. He'd forced his cock into my mouth, used things on my body that created feelings I had never experienced, and then preceded to rape me. I remember the word training, and had pondered that for a short while before sleep overcame me again.

Waking hours later seemed like an extension of the nightmare. I shamed myself by begging for release before the end, and the guys that had used me treated me like last week's whore. I felt so dirty, but had no way helping myself.

Then was the horrible episode with my gym teacher Mr. Mehan and his son Tyler. I never liked Tyler; he always seemed like a creeper, and my gym teacher? Eww, he was so old, it was even worse that he knew who I was and had refused to help me! Morgan came by each night after that and applied an anti-biotic ointment to the sphincter muscle so the small tear didn't get infected as it healed. Morgan was also allowed to man-handle me at will. It was supposed to be another part of my training. Training? To be a whore? This is so not how I imagined my life turning out. The sad thing was, when Morgan arrived last night I had just stepped out of the bath and had laid down in the fading sunlight as I dried.

He'd entered so quietly I had jumped when he'd started speaking. He'd asked me if I was still sore, and told me to stay still as he applied the anti-biotic cream to my nipples and my ass. He applied a lightly perfumed lotion to my entire body, which turned me on incredibly fast. His warm hands started kneading my rear gently, not wanting to pull at the aching muscle, and moved down my legs. It was a slow and sensual massage and he applied pressure to all the right places. I groaned as he worked the knots out of my calf muscles and feet before straddling my waist and rubbing the pain from my shoulders and back. I had fallen under his seductive spell by the time he turned me onto my back and gently kneaded his way up my thighs to my belly, gently massaging the soft tissue of my breasts and aching arms. He rubbed the ointment on my wrists and ankles where I'd been tied up for so long.

I had asked him then why he treated me so kindly when I was obviously taken to be abused for sex. He chuckled softly and gently touched the hoop in my right nipple, "You were taken for use as a hardcore bondage submissive, but the body can only handle so much at one time, especially when starting out, and Brandon doesn't want you hurt, not really."

I was a little shocked but kept the thought to myself. Morgan began his gentle massage again and I closed my eyes enjoying his strong hands working out all the little sore spots. It left me vulnerable though, since I wasn't prepared for him when he pulled my thighs apart and began to lick, kiss and nibble on my lower lips. I yelped again in surprise, but he used one well toned arm to keep me pinned as he feasted on my tender flesh. He suckled on my clit until it was a hard nub standing out from the little fleshy hood that protected it. He lifted one leg over his broad shoulder and drove his tongue into my wet entrance. I moaned quietly, my hand digging into his hair as my hips lifted to receive his attention.

Maybe I was a whore, when Morgan was touching me I was putty in his hands. He spent nearly twenty minutes just licking my pussy, sucking my clit, and bringing me to a slow climax. When my body started to calm from the tremors he rose above me, his lightly tanned skin bared to my eyes, and carefully brought his cock to the welcoming wetness at my core.

I raked my nails down his chest and gripped his forearms as he thrust into me. I was ready and I wanted this. This man turned me on, lit me up, and shattered me with his tenderness. If this was part of my training I didn't know how, but I wanted this. Unlike the first time I lay with just him the orgasm was spectacular. The others I'd experienced were so overwhelming, like a balloon bursting, that I hadn't had the energy to enjoy the gentler one, but now I was so content with the gentle touch, the kindness, and the shuddering orgasm left me feeling almost happy.

I didn't tell Morgan this; I didn't want to give them a tool to use against me, but I hoped that Brandon kept sending him. I kept thinking that maybe I was falling for him; maybe I was having feelings for one of my captors. I didn't want to think that was the truth. I was simply attempting to make them trust that I was the broken woman, the submissive they wanted, so that I could have a chance at escape.

I cleaned the plate and other dishes I'd used to make my dinner and set them aside in the drying rack. As the sun began to set again I felt my heart race at the thought of seeing Morgan again. A girl could get used to his kind of attention.

When he didn't arrive before the sunset I headed to the room I choose and made ready for bed. As I lie in bed I couldn't help but think of that passageway downstairs. What if they knew I'd found it and it was an escape route? Had I been a fool not to try?

I tossed and turned for over an hour before getting up and making the bed. I put my hair up in a ponytail and headed downstairs. I didn't have any clothes as mine had been taken away and nothing but this collar had been given to me in return, so I was careful as I climbed down the stairs and pushed aside the shelves. The lights were still lit. I followed the dim light down the pathway slowly, careful not to brush against the rough wood with my tender skin. I must have walked for at least fifteen minutes before I came to a corner in the pathway. I gently pressed myself against the wall and peaked around the corner, what I saw shocked me. This wasn't a way out; it was a path to another prison here. Twelve women rested in cushioned metal wire cages. The cages were large enough to stand in, and each had a pillow like mattress with blankets and pillows, but they were cages nonetheless. I stepped quietly into the room and stayed hidden in a darker corner.

A couple of the women were awake on the far side of the room. At first I thought they were shaking from the cool air, and then I realized that they were moving against each other, pushing against the bars. I couldn't see much more. I carefully moved a little closer, trying not to make noise or wake the other women. When I reached a strange saw horse looking thing with a pointed wooden top I stopped and looked around it at the women. They were moaning softly and working a large double headed dildo between the two of them. They had no one forcing them, no one standing over them and they weren't tied to anything, the women were simply enjoying the toy between the two of them.

I watched for a while, the moans getting louder the longer they rocked themselves on the bright orange dildo, and found myself running my hands between my moistening legs. When I realized what I had been doing I backed up towards the wall I had hidden by, but stumbled and landed against two of the cages. I slowly tried to get up from the awkward fall and found myself grabbed by two sets of hands, "Look what we have here, it's the new girl."

I was shocked as the hands held me down; someone grabbed my sore nipples and tugged on the rings. I glanced behind me at the two naked women holding me down, "We were told you weren't willing to serve our masters. That you tried to fight back. We had hoped we'd have a chance to play with you.

I was again surprised when another woman appeared in front of me, her cage door left open. She took a key from her neck and unlocked the cages of the two women holding me then helped me up. I tried to back away from her, but she held my arm and prevented my escape. "Sorry sweetie, but it's our turn to play." I shook my head, my nipples still sore, my ass not yet healing, "Please don't do this."

The dark skinned woman in front of me only smiled and shook her head, "You came down here to escape, we all tried it once, now we can't imagine why we'd ever tried to leave. Who would when you're treated so well? We're given good food, allowed to pleasure ourselves as we please, and treated like queens of the past."

"I was stolen from my home!" I yelled, waking the rest of the room, "You're kept in cages, chained like dogs."

The woman tugged on the collar I wore, "Yet you're the only one that's been claimed." She pushed me back away from her where I was caught and held by the other two women. I watched as she opened the cages of the other women, a couple just leaned their heads out, the girls who had been screwing each other started strapping on different gear, one leaning over a large flat table while the other began to pound her from behind with a thick purple cock.

One woman stepped from her cage and stretched against the frame, her body covered in exotic piercings. The woman actually had a bar that connected her very ample breasts and kept them pulled together. Her shapely legs bent into an elegant crouch as she slowly moved to her hands and knees, crawling across the wooden floor only to lean between the legs of one of the women masturbating and begin licking at her swollen pussy lips.

I watched as the women continued to pleasure themselves and each other until the black woman approached me, she was beautiful, but I had never been attracted to women. Apparently that wouldn't matter. I was bent over the same table as the woman being screwed by the woman and the strap-on, so close that the woman being pounded grabbed my hair and forced her mouth to mine for a kiss I was loathe to accept.

As she continued to kiss me I felt my arms being bound behind my back and raised so that I stood on my tip toes. Hands were all over my body, squeezing my breasts, my ass, fingering my pussy, until I groaned and started rocking back against them, my body begging for more. I returned the kiss the woman continued to force upon me, allowing her tongue into my mouth where I met it with mine before returning the advance and deepened the kiss.

I felt finger probe into my pussy, pushing and spreading the soft tissue. I was startled a moment when I felt a strong pressure and broke the kiss to look behind me, the black woman was attempting to push her hand into my pussy. Her fingers buried deep, she tried to carefully pump her knuckles into my wet opening. I couldn't imagine having her fisting me, I had large violent cocks pounding into me, but this seemed too much. I was about to beg her stop when she pushed forward and I felt the width of her hand slide into my canal. The pressure was intense, but she allowed my body time to adjust before I felt her spread her fingers inside me and twist her hand as she began her rhythm. I was shocked and uncomfortable as I watched her fisting me, diving her hand into me up to her wrist and pulling out, each time her knuckles would push against the edge of my lips before sliding in. She increased her speed, spreading her fingers as she withdrew and angling them together as she plunged in again. I moaned loudly, this was an amazing feeling, I felt filled, stretched, as if the limit was being pushed, and it was so good.

I rocked forward and captured the lips of the woman across from me again, my nipple rings brushing against the hard surface of the table as I was bounced by the fist buried in my body. The woman beating the dildo into my kissing partner was being bent forward as a long black cock was inserted into her and shared by the woman behind her who had brought a wheeled tray to lie against as she moved the two headed toy.

I came hard when the woman behind me slapped my ass and pushed hard into my body. I sagged against my binds and broke the kiss to catch my breath. I began to realize that these women wanted this; they craved this, and maybe so did I.