The Apartment

Suddenly I heard a cell phone ring. The man fumbled with his discarded pants reaching in each pocket for the ringing phone. His penis dripped cum as his erection decreased. "Hey brother, great timing on the call ... yeah, I just fucked the first one, popped her cherry, I cannot describe how tight she was! The other? She lost it to the ottoman ... the hoist and trolley system worked perfectly ... yep ... Really? Not sure when I'll fuck her ... that's not a bad idea ... definitely ... ok, I'll call you later, gonna get cleaned up and put the girls to bed ... yes, bye" He flipped the phone closed. Be back in a minute girls!

My arms were so sore, but at least I had the ottoman for support, even if it was still pushing into my vagina. Tina was hanging by the strap under her arms. Streaks of his cum glistened on her thighs and dripped from her knees. Both of us had stopped crying. Maybe it was shock. He wasn't going to let us go. And he was going to fuck me sooner or later, that was for sure. The thought made me ill. Then the man returned. At least he was dressed again. He was pushing some sort of gurney on wheels and stopped with the bed under Tina. "Please sir, please let us go home." Tina's voice was so faint. "No talking girls or I'll have to gag you again." With the remote he lowered her body, stomach down onto the bed, and then removed the strap under her arms. Silently she was rolled from the room. I was alone.

I was starting to recover from the brutal rape. Could I get free somehow? Think Jennifer, think! But how, my arms were so tightly restrained. Even if I could push my body off the ottoman, I'd just be hanging. How did this happen, how could this happen? I looked down over my body, my naked body. I could do nothing to prevent that man, or anyone from touching my breasts, or between my legs. The sweat was beginning to dry and I felt cold. I wonder what he was doing with Tina. He said something about putting us to bed, could that really be true? Would he at least let us sleep? The door opened.

"Remember Jenny, no talking." My body rose off the ottoman. It felt good to pull my legs closed, even with my ankles strapped behind my knees. Then the bed was under and I lowered down, knees first, then stomach and breasts. For a moment I forgot all that had happened, it just felt so good to be off that horrible device. We rolled through the door and into a hallway, then into a waiting elevator. Were the hell was I? No windows I could see anywhere. The elevator ride was very quick, maybe one floor, down or up I could not tell. He put his hand on my ass. I felt my cheeks spread open a bit as his finger moved toward my tight anus. "Please, please, not that. Ahhhh n no ahhhh!" His finger pushed into my ass, but for just a second. "Your ass is gorgeous!

The elevator door opened. With one hand still on my ass, he rolled me out into a large room. There were cabinets along the walls and also two doors that I could see. I watched as he retrieved some sort of strap from one of the cabinets. "Jenny, I'm going to put this collar around your neck. It has a lock, so it can't be removed. You may feel two protrusions pushing into your skin, don't worry, you'll get use to it." The collar was black, about one inch wide, and had some sort of small gray box attached. He slipped it under my head and secured it at the back of my neck. There was a click sound. From under the gray box I felt the prongs push tight against my neck. I felt like a dog. "Now listen closely, with this collar I can remotely activate an electric shock. I'll demonstrate in a moment." "NO, PLEASE, I believe you." "I'm sure you do. The collar will also activate if you try to leave this facility. Do you understand?" "Yes sir." Tears were starting to well in my eyes. Then he began to loosen the straps on my arms.

Soon my arms were free. They flopped at my side and tingled as the blood flow returned to normal. Then he freed my legs. I lay limp on the bed. Suddenly my body went rigid and my mouth hung open in a silent screen. The pain in my neck seemed to last forever, but then the shock stopped. "I can control the intensity. That was medium strength. Do as I tell you and I won't need to use the collar again." I just nodded my head. "Let's get you cleaned up." I had pee'd on the gurney.

He rolled my body over and scooped me up in both arms. I felt like a rag doll. A naked rag doll. There was no strength in my arms or legs. He carried me through a door into a living room of some kind. There was a couch, small table, and two chairs. Through another doorway, into a bathroom. There was a large tub and separate shower. The shower door was open and he set me down on the floor with my back against the tile wall. He removed the flexible shower head from its mount and turned on the water. Almost instantly I felt warm water on my body. He adjusted the spray from a soft spread to a more focused stream and aimed it between my legs. I closed my legs tight. "Jenny, the collar is water proof. Do you want me to turn it on? Spread your legs." I opened my legs a few inches. "More!" the water pulsed against my vagina and he focused on my clit. "no nno more, please." But he didn't stop. I wanted to close my legs, but I didn't dare. Instead I closed my eyes. The water stimulation didn't take long to get me going. I bit my lip to prevent a moan from slipping out. "no ... no ... mmm ohhgddd. Sttt ohh ohhhh nnnnn ohhHHH AHH AHHHHHH H H H H H Huuuu." Bastard, was all I could think.

The water stopped. "Dry off and get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow. Oh, and Tina is in the bedroom sleeping. I guess loosing her virginity really tired her out." He laughed, then walked out. I heard a door close. I didn't move for what seemed like thirty minutes, but then I started to chill. It was difficult to stand at first. I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my body. At least I was covered now. The bathroom also had a double set of sinks, a toilet, and a bidet — I had never seen one before, but knew what it was for. I wobbled out of the bathroom and noticed that there was no door to close. No privacy. Suddenly I had a horrible thought. Looking up toward the very high ceiling, my fear was realized — there in the corner was a camera. In fact, there were multiple cameras in both rooms. Each was contained in a round gray tinted enclosure. As I looked toward one, I could see the unit rotate a bit toward my gaze. He was watching me, I was sure.

Out in the living room there was a second doorway which lead down a short hall to the bedroom. There was Tina. She was under a blanket, but I could tell she had her body in a tight ball. "Tina" I whispered. No response. The room had two beds on either wall, both twin size, and a small dresser. Quietly I opened the top drawer. Inside were two neatly folded piles, one with white string panties, the other with white tees. They were the tank top kind. I dropped the towel and quickly pulled on the underpants. I didn't even need to look up to know that there would be cameras in this room also. The tee was very tight and low cut under the arms so that the sides of my breasts were barely covered. At least it was warm in here. I climbed into bed, pulled up the soft cover and closed my eyes.

I was dreaming — dreaming that Tina was moaning in pain. Then there was a grunting sound. A man grunting like an animal. But it wasn't a dream. I opened my eyes and across the dimly lit room was Tina on the bed. She was on all fours. The man was behind her, his hands on her hips, fucking her. Each time he thrust forward she would moan and he would grunt. She was gagged with a red ball. Her panties lay on the floor but she still had on the tee. Without even realizing, I had pulled my body into the corner with my knees pulled to my chest, my arms holding them tight. I watched as her small breasts hung loose in the shirt. She was drooling through the gag and covered in sweat. I started to imagine myself in her position. Yesterday a machine had raped me, but not the man. Would his penis feel different? I wanted to pray to god that he would not rape me, but I knew he would, eventually. Maybe when he was done with Tina. Poor Tina.