Desiree thought it was just another job. A "John" paid her pimp $1,000 for her to spend the night. Nothing unusual. It was a Tuesday and Tuesdays were normally slow, so $1,000 was good for a night's "work". She arrived at the "John's" hotel room at 9:00 sharp where she was invited in and offered a glass of wine. Shortly after drinking the wine, she began to feel lightheaded, then fell to the floor unconscious.
When she regained consciousness, she found herself bound to a pole and her feet shackled to the base. She realized that she had been stripped down to her lingerie which she had worn under her dress for convenience. Looking around, she was even more confused. The hotel room was humongous, the size of a gymnasium. She looked down and saw a ballpoint pen nearly as long as she was tall. Craning her neck to look behind her, she saw a coffee cup big enough to take a bath in. She appeared to be on a desk that was fifty feet wide, and she saw a laptop computer the size of a small house. She thought she was having some kind of drug induced nightmare.
Then she saw the "John" coming out of the restroom. Her knees nearly buckled as she looked at the giant walking towards her. He sat down at the desk and silently watched Desiree, seeming to be enjoying watching her tremble in fear.
"Wake up, wake up" she thought to herself. "This isn't real. It's just a nightmare."
As the "John's" hand, bigger than her entire body, came towards her, holding a pair of tweezers, she was about to discover that her nightmare was not a dream, but very, very real. Bound with string, shackled in plastic chains or taped down to the desk, she was used as a sex toy over and over again by her giant tormentor over the course of the night. Dressed up in various doll clothes, only to have them forcibly removed again. Between each session, the "John" would carry her to the sink and wash her thoroughly, his soap lubricated fingers caressing every sensuous part of her body at once, forcing her to experience repeated but involuntary orgasms. Eventually, her mind shut down and she stopped struggling and just accepted what was happening to her.
In the morning, she got up, dressed and left the hotel room. Her head was fuzzy, and she couldn't remember much about the night, though to cleanse her mind of the catholic school guilt her profession gave her, she usually tried to forget what happens during her "jobs". But this time, her suppressed memories of this night would linger, invading her mind during sleep, waking her up screaming and drenched in sweat.
