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Hélène told herself, she was a "little whore".
It was a nice redhead (she's still nice). She hasn't got any hang-ups and she prefered to dance, stripping off in front of SpaceDragon Saloon customers...
... sometimes accepting generous tips in return for a blow job.
She'd rather do that than work in a factory, make soybean sausages, or serve rubbery burgers in one of the Downtown swarming fast-food.
But, this evening, it would be better that she left some factory rather than the Space Dragon Saloon.
It's late, or early, it all depends. Hélène is exhausted épuisée, she has footache and she didn't get changed. She had just taken off her stockings and her garter belt and she has replaced them with fishnet panty hose. She has only one wish, to come back home.
She is a bit surprised at the aircar parked in front of the service entrance. But she quickens her pace and moves away from the exit.
Suddenly, a gloved hand grabs Hélène by the throat and pins her against the wire. Something wet is stuck on her face, a rag with a sickly sweet smell. She struggles, tries to shout for help...
Gradually Hélène loses consciousness, her movements slow down, her mind slips into the darkness, her eyes become blurred.
She does not realize that she is trussed up, that she is gagged, that she is carried to the aircar and that she is packed into the trunk,
Hélène won't see the light again in a hurry.
Hélène does not realize that she is abducted, that her unconscious body is thrown in a sinister basement.
She does not realize that she is undressed, chained and that she is pushed inside a sort of hutch.
Later...
Who knows ! Except the abuctor. Is it the day ? Is it the night ?
Anyway Hélène doesn't know that. She wakes up nauseous. She can't see any light, she can't hear any noise, except a hoarse breathing, her own brething.
Something is sawing her spinal column... Her wrists are chained ! Her ankles too !
She is wearing a collar, she is gagged and blinded by a mask and... filled everywhere.
A cork-plug in the mouth, a plug and a vibrating dildo. With a belt to keep them in place.
Hélène stands up, tries to stand up. She is inside... she doesn't know but it is very narrow. She gets a bump on the head, grates her knees and her elbows.
There is an iron gate. She tries to open it, she doesn't succeed. Hysteria grows inside her. She struggles, she kicks, she hurts herself, she grazes herself.
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Hélène sobs, groans to beg for help... The vain struggle wears out her and she falls asleep, all huddled up inside the narrow kennel, chained, fully powerless.
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... to be continued ...
