>>4103
(Sorry for the wall of text, maybe I should write pastebin stories instead of this.)
"Uh, no, I just want to talk for now."
"…" she suddenly stops and just looks at you.
"What's the problem?"
"I think I shouldn't do things like this in front of people, right? But it feels so good. And they always restrain me and deprive me of any pleasure so when finally they decide to… oh, sorry, I was carried away. I have no idea what is wrong and what is not anymore, so just stop me if I want to do something weird. And yeah, did you want to ask anything?"
"Just the basic things, like who are you, how did you end up here…"
"If you ask questions like that, that means you're not one of them, right?"
"Them?"
"The assholes who guard this place and try to turn every attractive woman into a living sex toy…"
"No way!"
"Okay, but in exchange you'll tell your own story too. I don't think I've seen a male prisoner before…"
"Uh, of course" you say while sitting down on an unidentifiable object that could be used as a chair.
"So, I'm Yumi, a high school student. Or rather, I used to be a high school student… Anyway, I met a guy named Taro. He was very cool and nice person at first, we started to hang out, and stuff like that. But as our relationship deepened, he also started to become abusive. Only little things at first, like slapping my face, but it slowly became more and more serious. I broke up with him when he wanted to whip me while having anal sex… How many times did he do that since then… *sniff*" A drop of tear runs down her cheek as she continues talking. "He wasn't happy with my decision, but he accepted it. We didn't meet afterwards. It looked like it was finally over. However, about two months after the break up, one night when I was going home, at a dark corner, 4 or 5 men attacked me. One man covered my mouth so I couldn't scream, while the others held me in place. They used a syringe to administer some kind of drug – I don't know what was it, but I passed out in like 5 seconds. When I woke up, I was already here, completely naked, tied to a wall, gagged. And since then, I'm a sex slave here, only existing to satisfy the desires of them – if they want it. Everything else is painful boring agony… You really don't want to know what I went through while being here."
"I-I'm… sorry…"
"Don't worry, it's not your fault. But hey, could you help me a little?"
"Yes?"
"This device, I think it's called wooden horse, but I'm not really sure, they do not really speak to us, they only give commands… And we're not allowed to talk, not even with the other hopeless sex slaves… So anyway, could you help me get off this thing? It's difficult even when you can use your hands, so you can imagine when they're tied behind your back, it's impossible."
"Sure" you say as you give a helping hand to the girl.
"I really didn't talk since I got here, which was… I don't know, maybe 3 weeks, maybe 3 years ago. You lose your sense of time when you're in an underground building where day and night doesn't exist – save for the time when you're blindfolded. So just stop me if I talk too much, will you?"
Yumi is now standing on her own feet in front of you. Unexpectedly she extends her arms and quickly grabs you into a hug. "Thank you" she says.
"Enough about me. Would you tell your story?"
"Um, yes." You tell her how you escaped from school, your adventure with the guild, Compa and IF, how did they remove you from the hospital and your interrogation scene.
"That's weird. I've never heard about anything like that happening here."
"The next time I remember waking up in a cell, just the other side from yours."
"And how did you get out?"
"Oh, that was easy. They forgot to lock the door."
"Pfft. They have to do something different, and they fuck it up bad."
"Why is it different?"
"You know, when a girl arrives, they start a long and painful torture to break her mind. They keep her in a small cell closely guarded until she can think of nothing but how to serve them. After it's done, they could give the keys to the girl and command her to stand in front of the entrance, she wouldn't try to escape."
"Horrible. But there's one thing I don't understand. Why can you talk to me normally? You didn't go through this process?"
"I did go through it. I think it's due to my Tommy. When you first appeared, I didn't even realize you're someone I haven't seen before. That vibrator, the rope cutting into my skin – it's like when you do something you like and you completely forget about the world around you. You could have untied me, tell me I'm free to do anything, and the response would be something like 'I only want to serve you and do what you order me to do'. But when you showed me my Tommy, I started to remember my previous life. It's still fuzzy, and I'm still not exactly sure if I love or hate these people here. Or I will be able to have a normal sexual intercourse after this…"