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.