She had no idea where she was or how she had arrived there. All she knew was that his name was Stefan and he had a thick accent.
It had been the same routine for nearly two months. He would come in every two hours and shove his cock into her. After a minute of pumping he would pull out, slap her ass and leave. Her only times of freedom were twice a day when she was fed and allowed to use the toilet.
The first month had been pure hell. Every day she wished she would die. As the end of the second month drew nearer, all she wished for was the orgasm that seemed to always be just a few more pumps away.