Thread: What a Girl Wants

The gag that Nina wore today was specially made. It was not just a simple ring or metal that looked like a fancy toy that somehow came apart in a trick manner. In fact there was little metal on the inside of her mouth it was mostly rubber and her teeth could bite into it slightly, but because it was rubber it was constantly trying to expand larger then her small jaw could handle. It was only a fraction of inch extra that was needed, but that was more then enough to cause a very pronounced strain after several hours of wearing. The pain would start in the back of the jaw, but before long it would move even deeper back until it felt like a headache at it's worse, radiating from the core outwards. Brodie knew he had to be careful with the timing of it, because it had literally destroyed one of his many projects years ago when he had left her with the very same gag in place for three straight days. She had gone insane and had to be kept on a constant pain killer that was addictive as hell. She was off in some recovery clinic now, and would probably never fully recover. He arrived only minutes after Nina did and approached her kneeling form. He glanced at the letter but did not read it, or touch it. Instead he wrapped her wide open mouth and nose in a chloroform filled handkerchief. She passed out in seconds. Brodie used the maintenance elevator to get her into his car and drive her to the O'Henry bar not six blocks from the hotel, she began to wake up once they were inside the back room of the bar. She still had the headphones on, but obeyed his tugging command on her shoulder as she followed him through the already noisy bar. If she could have heard the cat calls, whistles, and lurid descriptions of her hot ass and kinky clothes she probably would have been proud. As it was she could only feel the many rough, grabbing hands on her ass and smooth legs. Brodie had always insisted that the bathrooms remained clean if the bar wished to remain on his long list of clients, and old O'Henry even cleaned the john himself from time to time because of how popular Brodie and his girls were. As they entered he noticed they were still spotless. When the door shut behind him the sounds outside were reduced to a murmur, though a busy one. He pulled Nina with him into the middle stall and sat her on the toilet seat and cover down facing the stall to the right. Besides being able to inflict horrible pain on the wearer the ring gag in Nina's mouth had special attachments to it. It could latch to the stalls side right where a thick whole was cut in the stall. It had the word 'cock' written on the top and bottom to emphasize the obvious of what came through the whole. There was a release button in the other stall, but also a short chain that also connected to the gag. That way Nina could be pulled into a locked position, and released from the other side of the stall. The stall itself was also special, as it only locked from the outside. Finally Brodie removed the headphones from Nina's ears. He whispered in one gently, Count the cocks, cunt. Then he stood up and left. He purposefully left the headphones off so that Nina could hear every filthy fucking word these Irish, Scottish, and whatever the hell-ish other assholes used this joint. He would be paid eighty percent of the revenue, and O'Henry would probably still come out with about ten thousand at least, but he didn't care. This was just an easy way to make money, but there was no better way to break a slave like Nina. The combination of the pain from that gag while she was abused and molested plenty of hands would reach under the stall, even though they weren't allowed in would begin the cracking. The self-doubts. He could already hear the questions inside of her head. Is THIS what being a slave really means? Yes. Yes it was. Just not in the way you think, cunt.