Laura squirmed as her neighbour Ms. Hartley stood over her. The shackles chaining her in place kept her from closing her legs, the device designed to keep her vulnerable and weak.
"Oh do keep squirming girl. I bet your husband is worried sick you didn't come home last night. And to think you're so close to home and yet so far."
The evil woman slipped her foot between Laura's exposed thighs, running the toe of her leather boot along the woman's sex. Laura grunted into the gag, glad she still had her clothes on to protect her modesty as she looked up the woman from next door with fear and confusion.
"Do you know how many little sluts have passed through this basement on the way to being sold off at auction? You aren't the first and won't be the last, but I want to have a little fun with breaking you in."
Laura felt her stomach turn, not sure whether to believe this woman or not. She simply tugged helplessly as her limbs ached from the pose and her strength slowly drained.
"You look so cute like that, I wonder if your husband ever tied you up hmm? I'll go over and console him tomorrow, reassure him you're probably just waylaid or something and will be home any moment."
Laura tried to yell obscenities at Ms. Hartley, who was now pressing the toe of her boot to Laura's clit with precision, making sure the hapless girl rubbed against her boot over and over in her attempt to squirm away.
"I'll play the part of the caring neighbour so well while the search for you goes on, telling him not to give up, that you will likely walk through that door with a story to tell. But sadly Laura, you're never walking through that door again I'm afraid."
Laura tried to scream, thrashing uselessly in the metal frame. Ms. Hartley seemed to enjoy that, her foot kept firmly on Laura's pussy as she told the girl her fate.
"Over time he'll likely turn to me for more and more comfort. A shoulder to cry on as the authorities call off the search. No idea I get to spend each night licking the tears from that pretty face of yours."
Ms. Hartley found her rhythm, Laura felt the fires of arousal begin to grow, the heat between her legs undeniable even as this woman spelled out her twisted fantasy.
"Months later I'll be there for him, and slowly he will come to see me as someone he can trust, someone he can feel safe with after so much turmoil."
Ms. Hartley knelt over as Laura shook her head, sobbing softly now. The sadist rubbed a tear from her captive's cheek and tasted it.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of him when you're gone. Until I get bored. I'll keep you here until he fucks me at least. You'll know, because I'll make you clean it up. The next time you taste your husband will be licking his cum from my pussy, aren't I kind?"
Laura felt dizzy, who was this woman she had considered so gentle and caring for so long?
"I imagine by that point you'll be a shell of a person, you might not even care about the fact your husband's cum is dripping down your chin after you've serviced me. You'll just be meat by then. Holes to be fucked. I'll ship you off the next day and fuck your husband all night while imagining you trussed up in some creep's house, spending the rest of your days as a full service whore."
Ms. Hartley felt her own pussy soak at the thought as Laura cried.
"Good chatting with you Laura, I'll be back down tomorrow to feed and wash you. Sweet dreams."
Ms. Hartley stood up, blowing Laura kiss before leaving the poor girl in the basement, closing the heavy set trapdoor behind her and bolting it shut. Laura shuddered as her reality hit, embarrassed her pussy was so wet.
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