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Brooke Nolan: Enslaved PI
(Faye Valentine)

Leaving my camera and other gear behind in the protective metal case it was designed for, I stripped naked ??" the former because the bulky camera was no good for peeping through windows, and the latter because I thought if all went wrong and I was caught, being naked would make then think I was one of them. Hopping the wall, I quickly made myself across the well-manicured lawn to the side of the house and the first window. Unfortunately, it was covered with heavy drapes so I moved on to the next.

One by one, I tried to get some sort of view into the house, but not even the tiniest crack of light poked through. Even the sliding glass doors leading into the kitchen were blocked. Going around the other side of the house, I stopped dead and pressed my back against the wall as two men appeared out of nowhere towards the front corner. 

"You!" One of them called out. "What are you doing out after curfew?" They approached and out of pure desperation I ran for it. "We have a runaway," I heard the other say into a walkie-talkie. The sliding glass doors opened. Three men and half a dozen dogs emerged. "Stop, or they'll make you stop," one of the men yelled. "Good girl," he continued when I froze in place. "Now get on the ground." I lay down and in seconds I was surrounded by dogs and men.

"She's fresh," one of them said as a flashlight went over my body. "Turn over." I did so and he once again shined the light all over my naked body. "Nothing on the front either. She must be a new arrival.

"What's your name initiate?" Another man asked.

"B-Brooke."

"Why are you out after curfew, Brooke? How long have you been here?"

"I wasn't aware there was a curfew. I only just arrived.

"Were you asleep during orientation? Get on all fours and follow me. And I don't want to hear a word out of your mouth or you'll regret the day you were born.

Way to go Brooke! You're in deep shit now. Getting on all fours, I crawled across the lawn to the back of the house, up the deck stairs and inside where three women were bent over a rectangular table being fucked from behind while having their already battered backs flogged. In the living room, I saw more of the same plus four women kneeling while engaged in some self-flagellation. Continuing through the house, I was taken down into a basement dungeon and into a side room with all manner of canes, belts, floggers and paddles hanging on the walls. The door was closed and a large window opened in the right wall where I saw about a dozen men watching.