The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool
Daphne
The room was completely padded. The walls, the floor, the door, even the ceiling was padded. In a corner stood a padded toilet. The room was perfectly designed to prevent self harm. It was as if she was in a mental institute. At first she thought it was over the top, but as her stay in this hell increased she realised why it was designed this way. There was nothing to do in the room, no TV, no radio, no books. Just her and soft, white padded walls. The only things that broke that monotony were a 360 camera in the middle of the ceiling and the cursed red light above the door. There was no bed, no closets, nothing. There was nothing to do but think. She had long since used all her tears. She couldn't remember how long she was in the room, it could be a week, it could be a month. All because she had been naïve.
We all hear those stories about online dating gone wrong, some girl or guy hooking up with the wrong person. Daphne forgot the most important lesson, if something seems to good to be true... It probably is a lie. It was a few weeks before she woke up in this godsforsaken room, this hell. She had been scrolling the latest dating app while drinking with friends. And as friends are, she was encouraged to like a few guys she would never like when she was alone. They were way above her, they looked like models or actors. To her surprise she actually matched one of them. That's where her problems began, the guy actually send a message and they got talking. It was as if the guy was made for her, they shared interests, hobbies and much of her outlook on life. When he asked to meet up, she wholehartedly agreed. They agreed to go for some drinks in a remote bar. He said it was a compromise between his house and hers so they both had to travel about as much. She had naïvely accepted. What was the worst that could happen, it wasn't a nice neighborhood, but it was still in Amsterdam, how unsafe could it be. As she approached the place she felt a stinging pain in her neck and saw black. When she woke up, all she saw where the white padded walls. She had been so naïve. The guy seemed made for her, because he was. Now all she could do was think and reflect.
All she wanted was to see the shitty studentroom she had rented back home. To go to her parents home and hug her mother and father. They must be worried sick about her. She hadn't thought of her life as perfect, but compared to this it was. She had loving parents, two brothers who would if push came to shove go to hell and back for her. Lots of friends and plenty attention when they went to bars. She had just begun university in Amsterdam, going off on her own for the first time in her life. She had just finished her first year, balancing her social life and universtity better than she had thought. She had been exited to start her second year, but then she woke up in the padded room. Her future was gone until someone found her. She just hadn't accepted that fact yet.
She had no way of telling the time, so she counted the meals. If they could be called meals. Pieces of bread, cheese and other things she could easily and cleanly eat with her fingers and a sportbottle of water. After every three meals the light in her cell darkened. For her first 4 meals nothing much happened. After the fifth the red light above the door lit up. She could hear the door unlock and carefully opened the door. Behind it was a small hall, maybe a meter squared, also completely padded. It had a monitor in it and on the floor lay a mask. As she stepped in the hallway the door behind her closed and locked. Now scared beyond belief she screamed when the monitor suddenly activated. On it were instructions. "Remove clothing and put on the mask. Failure to do so will result in punishment."
All hope left Daphne, she knew what that meant. She had assumed some sicko had kidnapped her and would rape her sometime. But between "sometime" and "now" was still a very big difference. She knew she was a looker, not drop dead gorgeous like most famous people or models, but a solid 8/10. She had long strawberry blonde hair, emerald green eyes, a well proportioned face. Her body was athletic but feminine, the result of training for marathons. She wasn't well endowed, but she sometimes needed C-cups when buying bra's. But her best asset was her ass, perfectly sculpted by running excercises and biking everywhere. She was proud of her body and looks, but right now she hated them. As Daphne stood there panicking, the instructions changed. It now had a countdown on the bottom of the screen. She had less than a minute to comply. She decided not to comply. She would take the punishment. Like hell she would just give up first time they asked to bend over to be raped. As the seconds ticked by that resolve hardened. What was the worst they could do for punishment. She dared them to punish her.
The timer ran out and the monitor powered down. 10 seconds passed and a small feeling of victory crept up. 20 seconds passed and the feeling grew. 30 seconds passed and she felt lightheaded from her victory. It wasn't victory, it was gas. She stumbled to the ground and after a few more seconds unconciousness came over her. When she woke up she was back in the padded white room, a meal on the ground and a collar around her neck. It seemed that someone had undressed her because she had woken up dressed in a straightjacket. She couldn't feel her own clothes on her body, not even her underwear. "At least they didn't rape me" she thought. As she groggily sat up a voice started speaking. It was obviously a computervoice, like Alexa or Siri. "You did not comply with your instructions, punishment will be administered. You have been dressed in restrictive clothing for your own safety. Failure to comply will always result in punishment. Proceeding with shock collar level 1."
The recording had barely finished as the collar came to life. Daphne had never felt pain like this before, at once all her nerves seemed to be on fire. She couldn't even scream with how painful it was, her vocal cords being electrocuted almost first from the collar. She did not know how long the collar was on, but it felt like an eternity. As it finally ended she screamed, tears streaming down her face. And then the collar activated again. Three more times the collar activated. It only stopped when she lost all control and pissed herself. "Your punishment, shock collar level 1, has been concluded. Remember; failure to comply will always result in punishment. Daphne didn't register the voice, she was sobbing, screaming and twitching on the ground. As the collar didn't reactivate again she felt safe enough to curl up in a ball and cry herself to sleep.
When she woke up the straightjacket was gone, her cell cleaned, but the collar remained. A constant reminder of the punishment. A tray of food and fresh clothes were by the door. This continued for another three meals and one darkout. Then the red light came on again. Daphne debated just not going in the hall, but a single beep from the collar reminded her of the punishment. She bolted to the door. In the hall the monitor again activated: "Remove clothing and put on the mask. Failure to do so will result in punishment." Daphne once again felt defiance creep up. The punishment was harsh and very painful, but she knew behind the second door was her rapist. Once again the timer started, two minutes. As the seconds ticked, the collar beeped once more. Daphne panicked and picked up the mask. It was a sickening thing, black latex with just three holes in it. Two for her nostrils and one for her mouth. The larger hole, for her mouth was capped with a hard plastic ring. She felt completely sickened by the mask, dropped it, sat down and waited for the timer to run out.
Once again gas flooded in the hall and blackness swallowed her. She once again woke up in a straightjacket. The bastard who held her here had even inserted that same plastic ring from the mask in her mouth. Evil Alexa voiced "You did not comply with your instructions, punishment will be administered. This is the second offence. You have been dressed in restrictive clothing for your own safety. Failure to comply will always result in punishment. Proceeding with shock collar level 2." Again the punishment started as soon as the last word was finished. Again the collar activated, this time though it seemed some electrical PADS were incorporated in the straightjacket. The shocks came from her neck, her stomach, her back and worst of all, small PADS were on her breasts. All of them fired at once. All thoughts immediatly left Daphnes brain. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't scream. Every muscle in her entire body was activated in unison. The pain was indescribable. If yesterdays punishment was hell, this was somehow worse. As suddenly as the shock started, it also ended. Daphne didn't even scream, she was completely numb and gasping for air. Then the PADS and the collar fired in a random pattern one after the other. There was no rest between the shocks. They were not as harsh as the first one, but they hurt so damn much. It could have been a minute, it could have been an hour, but the shocks finally stopped after she had screamed her voice hoarse. She was a blubbering mess. And all too soon, the pattern started again. It was too much, far too much and somewhere in the second pattern Daphne passed out.
The third time the light came on Daphne was defeated. She didn't know if she could even survive the third level of the collar. It had been five meals and 2 blackouts since the last time the light activated. She hadn't even bothered to dress in the clothes they provided after the punishment. Nor did she eat most of the meals they provided. When she stepped in the hall she felt like a convict going to the execution chamber. In the middle of the hall was the mask, she didn't even wait for the monitor to activate. She just picked up the mask and put it on as best she could. tears streaming down her pretty face. It wasn't easy, the mask was tight. After first trying to just pull the mask over her head the monitor switched to an instruction how to put on the mask. She followed it and carefully inserted the plastic ring in her mouth and in a hairpulling manouvre she pulled the mask thight over her head. Darkness came over her, there were no eyeholes in the mask. The mask also muffled any sounds she heard. As she was ajusting the mask to fit a bit better around her nostrils she heard a door open.
Quick as lighting she tried punching towards the door. She only hit air. Not defeated in the least she tried a kick. She connected with someone, she felt a large hand catch her ankle and another hand grab her throat. The hand casually squeezed as she heard a voice, the first non-computer voice she heard since waking up here. "Resistance is always punished." she heard a muffled deep male voice say as the hand around her neck squeezed a bit harder. She deflated in this sicko's hand as she felt something clip on her collar. The hand disappeared from her neck and all of a sudden she was pulled along by her collar out of the hall. She felt regular concrete under her feet, she was being taken to a different room. The man did not speak again, he just pulled her along while walking briskly to his destination. Daphne, blind and her hearing impaired, tried to keep up best she could. Not that she had any choice in the matter. After a few corners she felt a doorframe. She was guided in the room and she felt the man's hand clip the thing from her collar. Then the collar itself came off. She was pushed to a corner of the room and the man pulled her hands above her head. They were tied there. She felt a showerhead between her hands. The man turned on the warm water and Daphne felt some sort of bliss, she hadn't had a shower since waking up in her cell so even if the situation was far from normal, this small bit of normalcy was enough to make her feel bliss. As she briefly enjoyed the warm water cascading down her body she felt a washcloth start to wash her back, she had for an instant forgotten the man was there. Any form of bliss disappeared. The man washed her body methodically, like he had done it a thousand times. He washed every part of her but didn't do as Daphne expected. He did not linger around her tits or pussy as she expected, they were cleaned, but it was as if she would do it herself.
All too soon the water stopped and the man returned with a surprisingly fluffy towel. He dried her off, once again methodically and quick. The collar came back on and the thing was clipped back. As her hands were untied she was once again pulled along with the man. A short walk later she was once again stopped by a doorframe. This time he unclipped the entire collar and pushed her in the room. The man did not enter with her as the door behind her closed. To say that Daphne was scared would be an understatement. Here she was, blind, gagged and naked in a room with who knows who or what. She heard nothing, but fear kept her rooted to her space on the floor. It felt padded again. She did not hear the door opening, but she did hear the several voices that entered the room. She did not recognize the language they spoke, it wasn't English or Spanish. It sounded more gutteral than that. She did however recognise that there were three distinct voices. Her heart sank. The voices stayed a few meters away from her, sounding like they were discussing the weather. None of them approached her immediately.
As the voices kept talking the anticipation grew and grew, the horror scenarios in Daphnes head went from bad to worse. She was certain that in a few seconds she would be beaten and raped by three men at the same time. As one of the voices started coming towards her she backed off, trying to find the door and run. She quickly found the door, but it had no handle on the inside. She was trapped. Carefully she backed further away from the voices until she reached a corner. There she waited for the voice to come near. Again she punched towards the sound but her punch was caught. Another punch was also caught. Before she could try to kick the man she was pulled by her wrists towards the center of the room. Her arms were twisted behind her back and she felt handcuffs tighten around them. She had thought she did not have any tears left after the last few days, but they started anew. A tap behind her knee forced her to the ground. Now Daphne was blind, gagged, cuffed, naked and kneeling in a room with at least three men. She had no protection left. She felt the man behind her kneel as well. A hand wrapped around her throat and a second hand reached for her left nipple. The man slowly rolled her nipple between his fingers with surprising gentleness and skill but Daphne felt no pleasure, just hopelessness and revulsion. She felt another man kneel in front of her as he kissed her collarbone, again almost with tenderness. The man slowly kissed his way down towards her right nipple and finally sucked it in his mouth. Rolling the nub of nerves around his tongue. The men seemed to want to play some sick game with her Daphne thought. Being all tender and gentle with her before raping her. She felt the third man lay a hand on top of her head and again gently insert a finger in the gag, searching for her tongue. She avoided the finger as much as she could but the man was persistent.
The situation was bizarre. Here she was, three men surrounding her, pleasuring her. It would be a lie if that situation wasn't a hidden fantasy for Daphne. But in her fantasy she wouldn't be forced in the foursome. Still the men dilligently worked to try to arouse her forbidden lust. Daphne didn't think they would succeed, but as one of the hands wandered further south it found some wetness. She had heard about it, girls and women whose bodies reacted to unwanted stimuli. She didn't think the stories were actually true. Sure she knew her body worked in a certain way but she had thought the fear and revulsion and all sorts of nasty emotions would block any arousal in her body. She was clearly wrong. Her nipples reacted as well, standing proudly and erect atop the pretty handful she called tits. The hand near her pussy started working, rubbing the outside of her pussy and exploring some of her more private areas down there. The fingers soon found her clit and went to town. Still the gentle and tender strokes and brushes she hadn't expected. It was working. As much as Daphne hated to admit it, the constant gentle touches, kisses and licks were doing their job. As the hand around her throat disappeared she realised that she was actually fellating the finger in her mouth. As if she wanted that. The revulsion and hatred were back. The man behind her suddenly put his hands on her shoulders and guided her on her back. Daphne had already had her flight response, her fight response. Now it was time for her freeze response. She froze, she knew what was coming next. As the man sucking on her nipple kissed her stomach, then bellybutton she knew the sick game wasn't done however. Almost as soon as her back hit the floor a mouth was on her pussy, hitting her with unwanted pleasure. Then two more mouths joined the first, each taking a nipple in. It was too much, and for the first time in this sick game Daphne released a small moan. The men took this as encouragement and soon she was constantly moaning. It was unwanted, it repulsed her, she hated it, but goddamn with three men pleasuring her she came. She came hard, she couldn't remember the last time she had an orgasm that earthshattering. And she hated herself for that.
The men kept on pleasuring her, on and on and on. After that first orgasm it was as if the dam had broke, Daphne was in a constant state of euphoria. She could distinguish the second orgasm and the third, but after that it just blended together. Constantly she had mouths or fingers stimulating her body. They found all her sweet spots. Soft kisses in her neck, tender brushes across her stomach, the relentless assault on her clit and labia. She felt a finger enter her, then a second and they eventually found her G-spot. She was in bliss. And then as she came for the umpteenth time, it stopped. The men just stood up and left. And as much as Daphne hated it, she had wanted them to fuck her. In her orgasmic bliss she had wanted their cocks in her. To feel them pumping her one after the other. She hated it and she hated them. But at that moment, she hated herself the most. Her body wanted to be raped, and for that she hated it. She lay there, still cuffed, gathering her breath. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally. She had not even heard him approach but the collar came back on. She was forced back on her feet and led back to her cell. She stumbled behind the man, barely keeping up. As she felt the thing unclip from her collar the man grabbed her shoulder and guided her towards the cell. As she finally felt relieved it was over the man embraced her. It was as if he was her lover, him behind her. Caressing her, exploring her body. His hands felt every part of her. Sooner than she would like he cupped her between the legs. His fingers were methodical, skillfull. She had no energy left to resist, it was one last humiliation. It did not take long, she came on his fingers right there. As she came he removed his hands from her body. She could feel his erection poking her ass, he was excited, he wanted her. But he did not take her. She was left there again in silence and blindness. For minutes she just stood there, waiting for further humiliation, but nothing came for her. She heard the door close behind her, the mechanical lock whirring closed. Then the Alexa-voice spoke again. "You have completed your instructions, you must remove the mask. Failure to comply will result in punishment." She did not need more encouragement, as fast as she could she removed the mask. The cell was darkened, but not devoid of light. As she blinked her tearfilled eyes she threw the mask across the cell. It bounced harmlessly against the padded wall. She wanted a shower, but that was not possible. In a corner sat a fresh set of clothing and a tray of food. It looked better than usual. In stead of the bread, it was toast. And it had jam and other nice sweet things on it. The water was also replaced, now she had lemonade. Probably a reward for completing her instructions, but the voice did not mention it. Because it was a reward for what she just went through it tasted like ashes. She could not enjoy this. But she was famished, she wolfed down the toast and drank her lemonade. Then she sat down in a corner of the room and cried softly. She was so conflicted, rationally she knew what her body did was just instinct and natural responses to stimuli. She had been forced into the pleasure, but it was still pleasure. And a very, very small corner of her mind still wanted them to take her. Despite, or maybe because of, all her bliss in the other room she was still hungering for their cocks. So she sat there and cried.
All of a sudden the audio returned, but it was not the dreaded Alexa voice, it was her own. Her own moans of pleasure reverberated through the before silent cell. She heard her first almost choking moan and after that the near constant moans of pleasure. She relived that first mindshattering orgasm as it came from her own voice. They had recorded it. As the recording ended, she realised it was on loop. The recording played on loop, hours and hours of her own moans and orgasms came from the speakers somewhere in the room. If she was conflicted before, now it was worse. They rubbed the evidence of her pleasure in her face. A constant reminder that she had fallen for their tongues and fingers. The smell of her last orgasm in the darkened cell still permeated the air. As she sat crying in the corner she tried to fall asleep, and as she was drifting off she slowly circled her own clit. She did not even notice she did it, her exhaustion, her conflicting emotions and the damn recording kept her from thinking straight. That was how she fell asleep. As she woke up, a new tray of food and water by the door, she noticed the recording hadn't stopped. It was still playing her rape back to her. It was cruel, it was unnecessary. She already hated herself. But she was exhausted mentally, she did not cry again. Just ate the food mindlessly and sat staring at a point on the wall. It was as if her mind had shut down. No thoughts came to her, the recording endlessly playing in the background.
It was just two meals this time before the red light came back on. She just stood up and walked to the door. Behind the door the mask lay in the middle of the room and a set of handcuffs above them. "Remove clothing and put on the mask and cuff your hands behind your back. Failure to do so will result in punishment." Once again the message disappeared and an instruction manual came on, almost like an IKEA manual. Daphne was exhausted, defeated and could not put up a fight. She quickly undressed, cuffed one wrist and put on the mask. Once again there were no eyeholes. After she adjusted the mask she cuffed her other wrist as best she could. She waited there, once again blind and cuffed. It did not take long for the door to open. She felt hands on her shoulders as they turned her around. The cuffs were tightened and something was again clipped to her collar. She kept up with the person in front of her this time. It walked a lot slower than the man before. She was led down some corridor and into another room. This time she felt a wooden floor beneath her feet. The voices were back, still in the unfamiliar language. They approached her faster this time. The fear was back. What would they do to her now? The thing unclipped from her collar and she felt two sets of hands grabbing her underneath her armpits. They dragged her forward and then lifted her. Her legs flailing around but hitting nothing vital or hard. The men lifting her laughed. She felt her legs bump into some padded furniture and the men dragged her onto it. Something portruded from it. She felt something hard and phallic bump into her pelvis, she wailed through her gag, she would be raped for real this time. But it did not give like a male penis would. The men lifted her once more and she felt it enter her. It was a dildo she realised. They stuck her on a gymnastics horse with a dildo portruding from it. As the two men held her, she felt a third clip something to her cuffs and slowly her wrists were lifted upward. She was forced to bend forward until her arms could not go any higher. As her arms were lifted up, the two other men bound her ankles to the floor, she couldn't move an inch. The hands left her body and she heard the voices leave. A door opened and closed. She believed she was left alone. She had no choice but sit there, dildo firmly in her snatch. Compared to her ordeal yesterday this wasn't that bad. As she waited in her not very comfortable position she heard the door open again. Steps came closer to her and stopped next to her. A hand reached for her nipple and rolled it between its fingers. The forbidden feelings came back. The hand left her nipple when it became erect. Suddenly the dildo started vibrating and whirring around inside her. A small portrusion that pressed on her clit also vibrated. The sensation was sudden and unexpected, she yelped as best she could with her gagged mouth. Then the steps walked away from her.
The sensations from the vibrator were constant, pleasant if she had been in her own bedroom. Now they were humiliating. The man walked towards the door and said something to someone standing outside. A minute later Daphne was feeling the effect of the constant vibrations, she couldn't ignore them anymore. Almost as soon as the first moans left her she heard a cacophony of voices enter the room. Soft music started playing and the voices sounded like they were having a upperclass party. Wining and dining as she was bound naked and blind in the middle of the room. If the vibrations were humiliating before, now they were horrifing. She heard voices everywhere around her, it was deorienting as hell. Once in a while she felt a hand brush over her body, nipping at her tits, stroking over her ass, one person even inserted its fingers in her mouth. Daphne wanted to sink in the ground, she was being used as a centrepiece for some assholes office party. The party went on around her, Daphne decided to focus on herself. She tried to shut herself off from the outside world as much as she could, but the vibrator and the wandering hands made that impossible. She heard someone tapping his or her glass to get attention from everyone. The music stopped and people became silent. A deep male voice sounded out, again in a language she couldn't understand. Suddenly the man switched to heavily accented but good English. "I will continue in English so our beautiful artpiece can also understand the plans for tonight as it doesn't understand Arabic yet." Daphne could not believe it, Arabic meant she was probably in the middle east. Her small hope for rescue went further down, the US government would not search for her there. This small announcement, an offhand mention, caused her to start crying yet again. "I have no idea what the art is named, so we will call it Nimph. Tonight we celebrate our succes, our achievements and remember our small failures. To help us celebrate I procured our current artpiece, it was brought here not that long ago and even I haven't used it yet. Tonight it will not be open for use, but it can still bring us enjoyment. Use it as you will, just remember, no penetration for tonight. Around the room and in the next rooms you can find different forms of entertainment, complementairy ofcourse. One last request for all of you, no permanent marks on our beautiful Nimph yet." The speech was recieved with a polite applause and some cheers. The music started up again and the voices started their conversations again. Daphne had a very different reaction to the speech. No permanent marks meant that marks would be permitted, she wasn't dumb. She knew pain was coming tonight. The man was obviously lying about not knowing her name. She knew her name was derived from an ancient myth from a nimph named Daphne who was hunted and desired by the sun god Apollo. That he named her Nimph meant he knew her name. Her warring emotions were brewing again, the vibrator not helping with that. Then she felt the first swat across her ass. It was stinging, thin and hurt. As her scream from the surprise and pain left her mouth the second strike was already on her ass. It hurt even more as it crossed the first strike, it also forced her forward into the vibrating portrusion pressing against her clit. So she felt the pain, but the pleasure from the vibrator also increased. The swats kept coming, her ass felt like it was on fire. Then they stopped for a while, two hands grabbed her asscheeks and massaged the welted flesh. That also hurt and forced her forward. She felt her cheeks being spread, revealing the dildo from behind and a finger brushed against her asshole. It poked around a bit, but did not try to enter her. The fear was there though. Then the hands left. She was left alone for a bit, the pleasure from the vibrations building. She had been on top of the gymnastics horse for a while now, her unwanted orgasm building. Then small and soft feminine hands reached for her nipples. No pain, just more pleasure. She couldn't hold it anymore and she came right then and there. As her mouth had been pryed open she couldn't even orgasm in silence. As she announced her orgasm to the entire room cheers went up. It was so humiliating. Then the swats came back again, this time against her tits. She screamed again.
It had seemed like hours, it probably was, until the party started to wind down. The swats lessened in frequency. Every part of her body had been touched by multiple people. She had came many more times, every time it was recieved with cheers and laughs. Daphne was again exhausted. The last persons left the room, the voices laughing and a final slap across her face meant the end of the party. They did not shut down the vibrator though. She still had to wait to be removed from her bondage. She heard the cleanup crew working around her. No one touched or helped her. As the cleanup crew left she heard three vaguely familiar voices approach. It were the men she was intimatly familiar with since yesterday. They again quickly and methodically removed her bindings and finally lifted her from the cursed dildo. Her legs were like jello, she couldn't stand on her own. The pain, cramps and humiliation washed over her again. Her shoulders were burning, her ass was probably completely welted over. She felt one of the men spread some salve over her ass and tits, the most hit areas on her body. It actually helped a bit with the pain. Her hands were uncuffed next. Her shoulders were very happy with that, they could finally move again. They or at least one of them marched her back to her cell. She felt the familiar padded floor beneath her feet and she couldn't help feeling safe there. As the door closed behind her she ripped off the mask as fast as she could. She feared but wanted to see what had been done to her body. She blinked as the light flooded in her eyes. As her eyesight ajusted she could already see the damage done. Her tits were crisscrossed with welts, thin stripes, thick stripes, she had been pretty sure she saw and felt few whipmarks on them. Her ass was even worse, no spot on her bountiful ass was untouched. It was red as a lobster and the welts had even started bleeding in some places. As she surveyed the data exhaustion waved over her and she almost fell to the padded floor. She just wanted to sleep and wake up in her own bed. She did see in a corner another "reward", a fluffy blanket was neatly folded in the corner of her cell. She would not go out that door again she swore. She was no art piece, she was not "it", she was Daphne and any pain was worth keeping that.