The warm oil was not at all unpleasant...until I had to hold it in while ice cold water was sprayed into my pussy. I gritted my teeth and did the best I could - a couple of trickles of oil escaped, but I felt proud of my success nonetheless. When it was all over, I was released from the shackles and brought to kneel in front of my new master. I got a good look at the slave girl kneeling beside him and a wave of mingled horror and sympathy washed over me at the sight at that poor girl. She was clearly pregnant, and yet she had to sit there and eat cigarette butts and ash.
There were large, deep scars along the backs of her thighs, it was apparant that she had been hamstrung, just as I had been warned I would be if I tried to escape. Well, I knew the risks, right? When the opportunity presented itself, I would take it, though. It would be better than spending the rest of my pathetic life down here in this hole in the ground, no sun, no kindness, just rape and slavery.
I took a deep breath and schooled my features to be carefully blank once again and awaited my next orders.