The Lady and The Riddler, Chapter Two

Our heroine is presented.

"You do not need to know who we are, beyond that I am 'Master'.
Everyone else is 'Sir' or 'Madam'. You will not hear your name
again after I finish speaking, you are ‘Fuckmeat‘. You are not to
speak unless you are ordered to speak, or are asked a direct
question which cannot be answered with head movements. Failure is
always punished, severely. Do not expect any justice or fairness,
there is none here, and do not hope for any compassion or mercy,
for a slave will receive none. You are here for my pleasure and
that of my guests, and when we are not using you, access to you
is a fringe benefit for any of my friends who may call. You'll do
whatever we want when we want, and you have nothing, absolutely
nothing, to say about it. We control you completely, and you can
control nothing, therefore you can offer nothing. That should be
obvious.”

"Now, step out of your clothes and push them away. There are
lights on you now and cameras."

Samantha slowly removed her skirt and blouse.

"YOU WILL STAND UP STRAIGHT, KEEP YOUR HANDS AT YOUR SIDES, FACE
FORWARD, AND LEAVE THE BLINDFOLD ON", this came from strange
rough male voice from the darkness.

Riddler allowed the camera to record , capturing a shivering and
frightened Samantha, who had cum running down her legs pooling on
the floor.

“OK, let's get some photos now. The standard shots: facing
forward, hands clasped behind her head, both profiles, looking
back over her shoulder, sitting, kneeling, on all fours from all
angles, and laying down with widely spread legs.”

Samantha could hear more than one camera snapping. Then her
Master‘s voice said "It really is a forest in there. I'll clean
it up a little before I wax."

She had followed instructions prior to this meeting and let a
little pubic hair grow on her normally perfectly smooth mound.
Riddler pulled out his electric clippers and started running it
around between Samantha's legs. Samantha grabbed his hand and
then gasped and squeezed harder as the vibrating clippers touched
a delicate spot. Riddler pulled the clippers away and said to
someone, "Can you grab me that cloth. Fuckmeat is sopping down
here, and I need to dry her off a little before it messes up my
clippers." Samantha moaned and tried to bury her face in
Riddler’s arm as her whole body flushed in embarrassment. He
finished with the clippers, getting Samantha closer to orgasm but
not taking her over. Then she was made to spread her legs even
more, as the hot wet wax was put around her pubic area and the
strip was yanked violently. Samantha just moaned deeply. Riddler
did it again and again, until he did right over Samantha’s clit.
She groaned as some of the hot wax touched her wet clit, and then
screamed and shuddered as the last strip was pulled off. "I do
believe that the little slut just came," Riddler said as he poked
around with tweezers for a while, finding stray hairs and pulling
them out.

When he was done, he said  "Say 'Thank you, Master, for doing
such a good job'."

Samantha whispered “Thank you Master”

"Before we finish," Riddler said aloud, "could you take a look at
her clit and tell me if she has a good one to pierce?" Samantha
felt her pussy lips being spread and someone manipulating her
clit, sending shockwaves through her body, and heard yet another
male voice say, "She has a large and sensitive clit; perfect for
a piercing."

"Another time," Riddler said, smiling. “Now clean up the floor
bitch”, and Samantha was grabbed by at least two people and while
on her knees her face was pushed into the puddle of cum. “Lick
that up, Fuckmeat.” She felt a finger being inserted into her
asshole.