Darkness complete and supreme darkness. How Otohime had gotten into this situation she did not know. One second she had been enjoying free drinks at G's place on the coast of Baterilla courtesy of the sucker bartender who thought they were on a date and the next thing she knew she was chained to a wall completely blind to her surroundings. Clearly she had been drugged. "Hello? Anyone there? I know I tell people I'm into some freaky shit but usually I'm the dominant not the submissive!" she yelled. Seconds of silence that felt like hours went by before light suddenly broke through the curtains of darkness revealing the hell she had entered.
Whips, chains, spikes, old men, and leather, Otohime had grown accustomed to these type of things in a basement she was chained to, though she was not so accustomed to actual fortified jail cells being incorporated. 15 or so men all decked out in leather gear were seated at tables below her. Apparently she was on some sort of stage as the black curtain in front of her was completely pulled back now. Whips, floggers, paddles, and other sexually related objects were attached to grey stone walls around the room and spikes protruded down from the ceiling above, Otohime was in a very troubling and kinky situation indeed.
"Thank you for coming so late tonight gentlemen!" A familiar voice boomed. Entering stage left was the bartender, Otohime remembered his name being Greg or something, perhaps he hadn't been as big an idiot as she thought.
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Whips, chains, spikes, old men, and leather, Otohime had grown accustomed to these type of things in a basement she was chained to, though she was not so accustomed to actual fortified jail cells being incorporated. 15 or so men all decked out in leather gear were seated at tables below her. Apparently she was on some sort of stage as the black curtain in front of her was completely pulled back now. Whips, floggers, paddles, and other sexually related objects were attached to grey stone walls around the room and spikes protruded down from the ceiling above, Otohime was in a very troubling and kinky situation indeed.
"Thank you for coming so late tonight gentlemen!" A familiar voice boomed. Entering stage left was the bartender, Otohime remembered his name being Greg or something, perhaps he hadn't been as big an idiot as she thought.
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