13 Chambers

LG narrates

No Child's Play

The abuse dome in the backyard housed thirteen chambers. On the outside, it looked like a recreation center, a beautiful façade where the dirty deeds occurred. Each room was filled with their own brand of torture. All dedicated to the one and only, April.

They were labeled as such: The Hell and Back Chamber; the Suck Chamber; the Vile Stuff Chamber; the Dominant Chamber; the Trash Chamber; the Drinking Game with a Twist Chamber; the Cock Chamber; the Flower Chamber; the Pet Chamber; the Clothes Pins and Needles Chamber; the Nails Chamber; the Spit and Stone Chamber; and last but not least, the Calamine Chamber.

The Hell and Back Chamber

The name does it no justice. It is exactly a hell and back chamber. There were paintings and murals of the horned devil with wings, piercing red eyes, fiery flames and Dante's Inferno from the walls to the ceiling of that room. The devil's followers pooling around him in black cloaks. Two dispensers full of peppers were staged on a large oak table against a wall with a blood red tablecloth. The first container was overflowing with scotch bonnet julienne in little pieces. The second one was dispensing a spoon full of Cayenne pepper. On April's eighth birthday, they had her bound in chains, sitting in a chair with her legs spread wide open in the middle of the room. The room had a funky, pungent aroma of spices that weighed heavily in the air. Calamine got volunteers from the evil audience to dip one finger either in the cayenne or scotch bonnet receptacle. These perverts would proceed to touch April's mouth or her vagina with that finger continuously for 13 hours. She felt an inferno was stirring to no end, causing immense discomfort to the point of agony. April passed out from the outrageous torture. When she came to, she was unwell for three months after that.

The Suck Chamber

When you walk in the Suck Chamber, the first thing to catch your attention was a colorful colossal wall adorned by dicks of all sizes spaced out six meters in between. Six erected members were perfectly propped and protruding from 6 holes in a wall 4 to 5 feet from the ground. Their owners were wearing a hooded red robe with an open front behind the holes. On top of each hole, the girth and the number of minutes to spend on sucking were affixed in bold gold letters accordingly. The first hole stated above it, 8 inches of Jeff for 8 minutes. The second one was 6 inches of Kevin for 6 minutes. The third one was labeled 10 inches of Ben for 10 minutes. The fourth one was 12 inches of Casper for 12 minutes. The fifth one was 9 inches of Abel for 9 minutes. The sixth one was 5 inches but thick Johnny for 5 minutes.

Calamine was the handler, ensuring the demented audience was satisfied. Whoever they picked for April to drink from, Calamine would take her by her chains like a pet and guide her forcefully. April's mouth had a device connected to a collar she was wearing. The device kept her mouth open wide enough. If she were to try to bite down, she would be zapped. They made her play the starring role in that chamber on her 12th birthday. She was rendered in tears and had debilitating pain.

The Vile Stuff Chamber

April was fully tied with a rope and chains, naked, spread eagle, suspended in the air at the center of the room. She was gagged, facing the ceiling of the Vile Stuff Chamber. On the ceiling, there was a kitten holding on by a single paw on a barbell with "Hang in there" written in bold white on a poster with a baobab tree background. A sick joke. Some people from the audience were invited if they were ready to either pee, masturbate, or defecate on the poor girl. This chamber became one of her worst memories on her fifth birthday, when she was made the child recipient of that depravity.

The Dominant Chamber

On her seventh birthday Mihells party. She was in her birthday suit, spread eagle exposed in the center of the dome, taken from behind and held by her neck while an older man dressed as a rodeo cowboy forced his fingers inside of little April while another cowboy was strangling her simultaneously. She was beyond traumatized, even more traumatized than her fifth and sixth birthday games combined. She was fighting for air, screaming soundless in pain. Calamine was drugging her to keep her awake and not pass out from the pain. She was also applying some lubricant while holding her legs still. Two cowboys repeated it on her for 15 minutes of every hour on the hour for 13 hours. An absurd audience of 100 or so was cheering and dictating to them what to do to her next with their fingers. Meanwhile, others in the audience were also fucking each other, it seemed. It was a little blurry, but she thought most of them were in an orgy. The rest were just enjoying the twisted show. She was numb. She went somewhere else in my mind that day. She went somewhere peaceful, loving, and Mike was there.

The Trash Chamber

On her sixth birthday, she had to pick up dirty trash naked from a trashed chamber. Every hour she had more trash thrown at her. She was forced to pick it up for the malicious audience to dump at her all over again for 13 hours. All the while, they ridiculed her through her despair and sobs.

The Drinking Game with a Twist Chamber

She was lured to bring a glass of water to Calamine in that chamber on her ninth birthday. In spite of all the nasty things Calamine inflicted on her, she felt obliged because her parents tricked her to believe that she was coughing too much and might get sick without drinking water. She was still kind and so naïve. So she was eager to complete her mission to stop her coughing with a glass of water. She quickly learned the hard way that it was all a lie. Her parents were filthy sadomasochist spinners of yarns who took great pleasure in her suffering. By all appearances, that room did not look a bit unsavory, with a breathtaking waterfall mural. She inquired a little and wandered in. She was immediately put in chains to her surprise by none other than calamine and ordered to stare at the perverse audience in the state of nature or imbibe water for 10 minutes of every hour. If she needed to pee, she had to urinate in the glass and ingest it right after. There was a sink with potable water in a corner to supply unlimited amounts for 13 hours. It was revolting.

The Cock Chamber

Six athletic naked men were seated in a circle on lounge chairs with their 12-inch members at attention while stroking it with lubricant. They each had a title plastered above their seats in shimmering gold on the red walls. The first one was BBC for big black cock, the second one was BWC for big white cock, the third one was Asian sensation, the fourth one was Thick Blue steel, the fifth one was uncircumcised but long and the sixth one was curved with an edge. For her 10th and 11th birthdays, she had to perform one hand job and then two hand jobs respectively. The twist was that she had to pick which penis she wanted to touch for 13 hours out of the six readily available ones. Nonetheless, the cultish audience was ever present and taunting her through it all. While Calamine ensured she was gagged, chained to restrain her from escaping or from sudden movements. She was to get them off at least three times with her delicate hands. She was zapped with a taser whenever she stopped. She stopped a lot. It was 13 hours of pure torture.

The Flower Chamber

On her third birthday, a man dressed like a priest took her inside, and sat her on his lap. He proceeded to pull down her princess spring dress, and held her with his strong arms while whispering the sort of things that should never be told to a three-year-old. He went on to touch her genitalia repeatedly while scolding her for the many ways she had sinned. And that she would go to hell. She was beyond afraid, crying ceaselessly and scarred. The ruses they orchestrated were repulsive as that chamber was so beautifully and innocently decorated in flowers with a spring floral mural, but that was the extent of its beauty.

The Pet Chamber

On her second birthday, Calamine drugged her while she undressed and prepped April for an older man in a farmer ensemble to fondle and spank her while telling her how ugly and disgusting she was. On repeat. He went on to take pictures and kept petting her inappropriately. April was lost in the wall of that space which had cute pet animals on a mural. Inevitably, her mind deceived her, as she felt the sting more than she could ever bare. Her weeping and screams did not stop for hours on end.

The Clothes Pins and Needles Chamber

On her fourth birthday, Calamine got her ready for a teacher's lesson on humanity that ended with her in chains, clothespins all over her body, including her mouth, ears, genitalia for every answer she made wrong, by a teacher. She was scared, in tears and in so much pain. She knew no one would come to save her.

The Nails Chamber

Similar to its name, a chamber full of nails with sharp ends exposed on the walls. In the middle of the room was a massive orgy with participants wearing crazy creature masks. She had a choice of either to partake in the orgy or placing her naked back against the wall for 13 hours while Calamine would bind and chain her in place. Fortunately for April, she never stepped foot in that abhorrent space.

The Spit and Stone Chamber

On her first birthday, she had to walk naked to a room to get spit on by people endlessly. Giant spitballs were aimed at her. Landing all over her body. Hurting like hell and the evil laughs made it even worse. It looked like she was being stoned to her corner mercilessly. There was a layer of plastic covering the whole floor and the room was bright. Too bright. She was under a spotlight. Tiny April was wailing, bawling, scrunched up in a fiddle position, and no one came to her rescue.

The Calamine Chamber

The most sadistic chamber with all the ups and downs in the history of drugs, assorted with chains, gags, ropes, tasers, collars, and sex toys. The first room April would be escorted to before the tribulations and wretchedness begin on her birthdays.