April moaned, faking pleasure. Her boyfriend liked it from behind and he insisted on doing it like that. Only like that. He kept grunting and penetrating her ass, while she kept pretending to like it. To please him. She had always tried to please him. To be likeable and please everybody.

-I'm about to finish, baby.- He informed. She knew what to do. He liked having her suck his penis right after doing her ass. It was some sort of disgusting power game. She turned around and put him in her mouth, tasting the worst part of herself. He soon shot his fluids and she swallowed them.

-Mmm, love it!- She lied again. They always did it like that. He hadn't penetrated her pussy in many months. The last time she proposed it they had an hour long discussion and she backed down just out of boredom. April greatly despised liars and what she liked the most about him was his sincerity, but as time passed she realized that such sincerity was more a consequence of his selfishness than of decency, and so his best trait was not that good.

-Of course you do, you whore.

-Yeah...- They laid down for a moment in silence, while she caressed his penis.- I've been denied the promotion again. Too young, they say.

-Doesn't matter, It would have had you busy more hours, and I'd miss your ass.- He laughed. She didn't find the joke funny. She found it very annoying, that day specially.

In highshool a rumor about her said that she was very boring, because of her high grades, and so she started to wear shorter garments, even slutty sometimes. She started to use make-up as well, and in general to put a lot of effort into her looks. That created a rumor about her being shallow and slutty, but she kept doing it because it also made her more popular. That had been the general tonic of her life, trying to please everybody and avoid arguments, failing anyways because many people had the compulsion to create new problems. Sometimes even the people she regarded as friends were the ones creating trouble behind her back. And she was very tired. She had even studied a college career for a job that she would hate but it would please her family. And her asshole of a boyfriend didn't care about her distress, he just wanted to expend her money, and have sex.

-Have you found a job, Casey?

-Baby, you know that...- He was about to invent another silly excuse so she cut him.

-Get the fuck out of my apartment.- She grabbed her phone and blocked his number.

-But baby...

-Shut up.- She got up and went to sleep to the spare bedroom.

Along the next weeks she started to think exclusively about the things she liked. About what she'd be and do. About what she'd want to look like. She realized that after having spent all her life worrying about other people's opinions, which, by the way, were often contradictory and stupid, and almost always hypocritical, she wasn't sure. So she improvised.

She had a picture of one of the happier days she remembered. She and her parents were in an aquarium and behind them, visible through a glass, a shoal of hundreds of fish, of many types and colours, were doing a spiral one and a half meters high. She decided to go to a tattoo parlor and put that on her skin. With the bottom tip on her left calf, the shoal spiraled up along her body covering a thigh and half of the other, her buttocks, torso all around, shoulders, the right half of her neck, and a part of her left upper arm. The fishes were equal to the originals in shape and colour, as far as the tattooist was capable, and the contour of each one of them was traced with a blue line to imitate the water.

Combing and taking care of her long mane of hair had been tiresome, so she had it shaved very short, which scandalized the hairdresser. With her ears on plain sight she did what everybody had told her not to do. She had the two lobes pierced, as well as the upper curve, putting three tiny steel rings around it. She added another ring on her septum just for the same reason. Much more sensitive was the ring pierced vertically on her clit hood, that didn't have an aesthetical purpose, but a more practical one. She intended to practice a lot with her magic wand.

As her attitude at work changed at the same time as her image, becoming less talkative and more bitter, her boss assumed that she was having some sort of mental breakdown and rewarded her with two weeks of holidays. Her old self would have rejected the gift but the new April worried only about herself.

She decided to combine her extra holidays with the usual ones, making it a full six weeks of rest. She would spend all that time travelling around the country, reading books, taking pictures of the big and small things, and just having fun, far from everybody and everything. She even bought a tent to be able to sleep in the wilderness. Of course she left her phone at home.

Two weeks into her holidays she was having a blast. Two read books, hundreds of pictures, lots of hours driving, sleeping under the stars, and best of all, not having to talk to any damn person. The only downside was that she knew that the holidays would end some day.

Driving along a rural area she passed through a small town, no more than twenty buildings and a single paved street. She saw something that looked like a restaurant and stopped there. Entering there, it was clear that it wasn't open for clients. It was empty, the lights didn't work, the wood was half rotten, and there was dust everywhere. The door wasn't locked simply because there wasn't anything worth stealing.

Looking around the town she saw only one building with lights, some sort of police station, one store high, with barred windows, so she went there to ask if there were shops or restaurants in the vicinity, as it was late in the afternoon, and she'd need to have dinner soon. As she got close she heard some odd banging sounds. Entering in she didn't see anybody in the reception. Differently to the restaurant this one was acceptably clean and cared well enough. Curiously the banging sounds, coming through a barred metallic door, were preceded by swishing sounds. Intrigued, she went there.

It happened to be a corridor with three cells on each side, and the sounds came from one of them. When she arrived she almost fainted. A man vaguely dressed as a policeman was hitting a naked woman's back with a thick leather belt. He was about April's age while the woman was at least twenty years older. She was naked from the waist up. From the waist down she had some trousers made of a thick dark blue rubber. Leather straps starting on the left leg went to the other one horizontally where each of them met a buckle, and so both legs where pressed together. Another bunch of straps started at the waist and hung down freely. A tight latex mask covered her face and above it she had a leather blindfold and a ball gag. The woman's hands were handcuffed and linked through a chain to an horizontal beam above her head. Her body was pressing against one of the vertical bars of the cell in such a way that it separated her breasts at its sides.

The woman clearly had been enduring a very harsh treatment. All along her torso she had freshly made welts. More worrying where the older looking scars, most of them thin horizontal lines, but also others that looked more like old cuts and even a few burns. Even worse was what had been done to her breasts. Two rings, thick as pencils, about two inches wide had been pierced through the base of her nipples and a couple more rings of the same thickness, but about one inch wide, were pierced through the tip of her nipples. Maybe because of that added weight her breasts had been enlarged and deformed, so much that they were flat against her chest and hanging almost vertically. The nipples, in fact, were pointing straight towards the floor. If the curve of the breasts was close to the navel, the tip of the nipples almost reached the waistline. The combination of the scars and the deformities made the sight of her nakedness not beautiful at all.

If April was surprised, the man as well when he saw her. She did the only thing that made sense at the moment and ran. The man followed her demanding her to stop. She briefly turned her head around to see if he was getting close and indeed he was. She looked again forward a fraction of a second before she hit a door frame with her forehead and then, upon falling, again her head against the floor, passing out.

When she woke up a couple of hours later her head hurt badly. Reaching up she found a bump, but no blood. Looking around she saw that she was locked in a cell of two per one and a half meters, with merely a cot, a toilet and a sink. In front of her, in another cell, there was another person, laying on the cot. As she was wearing the same mask, blindfold and gag, April guessed that it was the woman from before. She couldn't be sure because now the woman's body was covered, neck to toe, by a straightjacket in combination with the same pants. Leather straps everywhere kept her arms crossed on her front and her legs pressed together. The other set of vertical straps starting from the waist kept the two garments together. A thick leather collar trapped both the jacket and the mask, and a chain run from it to an eyebolt up on the wall, above the cot. Another chain went from a strap between her feet to the bed frame under the mattress. April wondered what had done the woman to be beaten and then bound so securely. She heard footsteps coming so she pretended to be still asleep to give herself time to make a plan.

-I hope that you have rested because it's my turn to have some fun.- Oddly claimed the man, leaving April even more confused than before. If beating the woman wasn't fun, why do it then.

He opened the door of the cell with the bound woman and went to her, to undo the gag. Subtetly opening an eye April saw that the latex hood had a hole that exposed her mouth. The man undid the zipper of his trousers and unceremoniously put his penis in her mouth. Strangely, instead of defending herself, the woman heartily accepted the intrusion and started to bob her head and make slurping sounds. April guessed that the point of the beating before was making her more compliant, and so his comment about having fun made more sense. In no time he started to groan. April couldn't listen any more and did what she thought best.

-No, stop! You cannot rape her!- The woman suddenly stopped and he turned around agape. He got out of her mouth still erect. Strangely the woman groaned.

-Let me do what I'm doing and I'll go talk with you in a minute.- He said calmly. Then he turned around again and stuck his penis in her mouth. Without hesitation she resumed her attentions.

-No! Leave her alone!- He turned around again, this time more annoyed than surprised.

-This is unacceptable! I've paid for this! Who is that noisy woman?- The bound woman yelled to April's utter surprise.

The man sighed and shook his head, and then put his penis again  in her mouth. April stared in astonishment. A few minutes later the man groaned and shot his load, which the woman swallowed dutifully. Then he cleaned his penis on her jacket and reapplied the gag in her mouth. Rearranging his clothes, he left the cell and locked it, as if the woman could escape, when she could barely move. He walked towards April's cell pressing his lips.

-Cool fishes.- Looking down April realized that her shirt was open and that the thin white tank top wasn't hidding the tattoo. She had forgotten to put on a bra and her nipples were also quite visible. As she had been spending a lot of time alone she sometimes forgot to put it on. Blushing, she fastened a couple of buttons to hide her modesty.- Too late, I've seen it all.- He joked.

-Are you going to torture and rape me now?- She asked embarrassed.

-Do you want to?

-Of course not!

-Then what the fuck are you doing here?

-Eh... What?

Seeing her confusion, the man, whose name was Raphael explained the situation. That town had been abandoned in the sixties when the nearby mine started to leak flammable gases and provoke big explosions and small earthquakes. Raph's family bought the whole town in the nineties later to use it with touristic purposes. It worked for a time but soon the investment proved to be terrible. For years after its official closure he kept going to do some maintenance but it was useless as they had no money to take care of the whole town. One day he had the idea to use the cells as sort of an hotel for kinky people, where he dressed as a policeman and pretended to apply harsh punishments to deviant criminals. He found the money to repair the old police station and created a website. He rarely had more than three clients at the same time and so he alone could manage the place.

-See, this is a problem for everybody because my clients and I sign a non disclosure agreement, but you... You have intruded here and seen too much.

-The door was open!

-Because this is in the back of beyond and nobody fucking comes!

-Well I'm here! Now what? My door is locked, no? You have kidnapped me!

-Hey, don't use mean words. Not kidnapped, but insistently hosted.- He replied with a grin.- And now..., I can't let you leave...