Damn, my head is pounding. I slowly raise up as my eyes are still closed and I feel my head. It was scabbed, I jumped with immediate reaction, there's blood all over me! I feel it dried up on my face, I must have wounds. In between my legs there's blood everywhere... I go to move but I'm restrained by chains attached to the bed, my legs are in old metal cuffs chained to the foot of the bed. Great my legs are shaking, I feel as if I'm ripped open. Everything on my tanned body is bare and bruised. My breasts are out along with my vagina, it's cold so my nipples are hard. I keep looking around to see if there's anything that I can unlatch these cuffs with but there's not. The mattress I'm on is dirty and ripped up along with the bed's rusty and old frame with designs in the headboard that make a crescent at the top.
I lean forward as my arms are sprawled out behind me locked up. I looked around, it's kind of like I'm in training, we always have to see where we are and what position we're in, which quite honestly, I can't figure out. Theres a window that has no curtain over it and the walls seem to be made of hardened clay like the houses in Iraq in the mountains. The coldness of the room is like Antarctica, this is what I'm gathering from the position I'm in. Next, where's a door.. Find a door.. There is no door... A staircase ascends from the ceiling, I'm in a basement! In a hidden basement, and Abdul Azim is walking down the steps.
"Azalea, is that your name?" he chuckled, "well, we know all about you." I tried to cover up my touchable vagina with my legs so I didn't look so vulnerable. "Azalea, my colleague has told me that your pussy is amazing. Yes, he was very rough with you as you can see. You really believe you could be under disguise and us not figure you out? I train my people to look out for people like you. And do you know what we do to soldiers like you, we decapitate them but you, you're precious. You have an amazing body so we're deciding to keep you as our sex slave until you die." I tried sitting up as straight as I could. Abdul began climbing the ladder again, looked through the foot steps and smiled. Next thing I knew, his colleagues were flying down the long stairs that connected their floor to my floor, laughing. All I could do was take the utter pain and lay there. Damn do I need Franky and I began to cry...
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RomanceAzalea, a newly retired veteran, is just returning to the states and needs to start fresh. Oh and she's a lesbian. She hasn't been home in five years and a lot of things have changed. Now she's living in a world where people are actually gay and pro...
