The new way of life. Part Eight.
Grabbing me by my soaking wet hair he leads me down the hallway to another room. Pushing me inside rather roughly my eyes go wide at what’s inside. This looked like a room out of some demented BDSM abuse porn video. There were restraints on the walls, paddles, whips, toys, various furniture meant to hold a person, cameras, and against the wall a big bed with every sort of restraint hooked to it that I could imagine. “Welcome to the room of my dreams and of every white girls nightmares.” He pressed up behind me, one hand across my belly and the other moved from my hair to my mouth. Then two of his fingers slipped inside reaching in deep to the back of my throat making me gag almost instantly, “Glad I drained all the puke out of you earlier, now I just get loads of slobber out of you.” He smeared it over my face and then did it again and again. Holding my convulsing body tight and laughing. My spit all over my face and my chest and uniform in moments. Then he spun me...