Tied Up

Chapter 8

Entertainment of Tonight I – Amy

Men standing behind the glasses with girls among the crowds.

Girls who are close to wearing nothing but just clothes that cover their tits and bottoms.

"Pretty lets get you wet first, shall we? Giving you a bath will be your reward tonight."

The Master holding a hose with water hitting my weak body before I can realize.

The water came hitting me on my breast painfully. Both my nipple feel cold and painful.

"No, please!"

With this thin cloth I'm wearing, my whole body is wet completely. I tried to use my hands to cover

myself.

The room is cold, very cold.

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Am I trapped in this Hell forever?

"Pretty, I have only just started. YOU need to keep my audiences entertained. This is your job for

tonight as my slave. Now behave and put on a good show for your Master of the night."

Tears swirling around the corner of my eyes.

Looking around the glass room, some girls have already kneeled down and forced to start sucking.

Some girls were pushed towards the glass with their legs opened forcefully and with men who are

using them for their enjoyment from behind.

Every man can have any choice of girls in this room behind the glass. As long as they can put their

dirty hands on any girl they see in this glass room, they can eat the Prey alive anyway they like.

Suddenly a cross appear from behind. The Master walk towards me.

"I think I have pickin' a good costume for you, now shall we start getting rid of it one by one. I think

what's covered is more interesting."

The Master holding my neck, forcing me to get on the cross behind me.

He took my hands and legs, tying them to either side of the big cross.

Giving me no choice but to spread open for the audience eyes.

I wish to hide my face away from this ugly place.

The Master took a whip in his hand from the side.

"I hope you like a little pain on your pretty skin." The whip sliding from my cheek and down my neck

reaching my breast. Suddenly a hit on my nipple and I can't hold my yelp.

"Let's take away this top first. Scream as much you like, my audiences are gonna love this Show of

tonight."

He snatch away the piece of clothes that protecting my dignity harshly. Pulling the material like it's a

piece of paper off me.

"No!" I yelp as I turn my head sideways, trying to hide my face but knowing there is no escape for me

from this.

"Not that you were given any choice, Pretty. Now let's the show begin."

Tears running like a river.

These sick men who craves the power over women.

These men with sick minds.

These men with sick desires.

The Master took a longer whip from the dark corner,

I am now attached to the Cross and wide spread.

Being hit by the whip, now my body not only marked but my screams filled the room.

"Look around the room Pretty, you are giving a great show to my audiences. Now we shall move to the

climax of the night."

Climax...

This word start going through my head a hundred times...

Climax...

The Cross start moving wider, my legs and arms are more spread.

The Cross now slightly slopped.

I do not dare to imagine what will happen next...

The Master walks around the Cross, tearing off the remaining clothes I have.

His hand touching my marked skin. His finger pinching my nipple and move lower to my clit.

With his fingers sliding at my opening, he whisper next to my ear.

"Pretty, I hope you like it rough."