The shadows of the lamp arched across his brow as he moved into the room. Behind him a second figure emerged, dwarfed by my captors size, I could only make out the outline of a face that was concealed by a golden mask. My captor unlatched the metal box from his leg and handed it to the small one, snorted again and began moving his gaze over my nakedness.

I started to talk but no words came forth, a rubber ball, red it seemed, had been inserted in my mouth and affixed with some king of tape.

I followed his figure as it circled the silo, I could feel the perspiration dripping down my back, my wrists aching from their awkward position and and the helplessness my position appaent as ever.

A loud snap came from my left side, the small one had opened the metal box and was rifling through its contents, the sound of metal and the smell of alcohol emanating from his movements.

"Welcome my sweet Faith, welcome to your new home," my Captor pronounced, the voice was now soft, reminded me a little of Marlon Brando on Valium.

His head turned to the small one, "Slave, give me the clamp and the swab."

A flash of something silvery crossed from the small one's hand into my captors grasp. He grasped my right breast, tugging on the nipple he wiped the cold liquid, rubbing alcohol by smell across and around my tit.

I struggled and his grip tightened, I could make out the eyes now of my captor, the iris slit in a catlike fashion by the light gave him the look of Satan himself. He pulled my nipple hard toward the roof of the silo and I felt a sharp pain run from my breast to my groin as he pieced my nipple with some kind of metal spike. He as adeptly performed the same on my other breast, my navel and on each labial fold.

All I could do was groan and writhe. And with every movement he would pinch harder. I think I fainted for a minute, because when my head cleared again the little one was winding wires from a spool and moving toward a panel resting on a makeshift table by the door.

"Ready slave," demanded my Captor.

The small one nodded.

"Faith, I am so happy you have come into our lives. I am your Master, there is no other term that you will ever use when you address me. As we a getting used to the rules, we have a mathod to coax you into compliance." He looked at the small one again and softly spoke, "When you do not do what I ask, or when what you do is not acceptable to your Master this will occur."

He glanced back at the small one and snapped his finger twice.

My entire body jerked with fire, my nipples burned, my clitoris hardened and my labia numbed.

"That current was the lowest level Faith, it gets higher if I like." He had bent over my face, his unshaven chin scratching against my cheek as he spoke. "Now sleep, rest, there is much to occur tomorrow." He moved his hand, another reflection flashed and I felp the prick of a syringe as it deposited a burning liquid into my thigh.

The light faded as their footsteps carried them out of the silo, my throat began to fell dry as the colors behind my now closed lids began to dance. The pain from the piercings was fading, I felt like I was falling through space. My clit was still hard and as I sqeezed my legs tightly to attempt to arrest the discomfort, I realized I was wet, my pussy was soaked to the core. I was not perspiring I was aroused. With my fading strength from the drug I squeezed my thighs into my groin. My hands immobilized and unable to help pulling with full force against the restraints. Then one wave and another and another of orgasmic pleasure consumed me until I fell exhausted. His Satanic eyes and scruffy face seemed burned into my mind as I lost consciousness.....

What have you got yourself into this time Faith.....