This Lockdown started out as a very surreal experience for me.

I was DMing, which meant that when the party started, and hostage takers started pairing off with hostages, I was detached from it all. An observer, watching people be taken by the hair and used and abused in various creative ways.

I helped people perform terrible tasks. I assisted in replacing the condoms on a portable fucking machine made out of a power saw and a dildo. I fetched tools and implements for people to maim others. I spoke, calmly and happily, with the other DM, as I listened to the sound of screaming and crying.

Halfway through, my shift was over. I handed my armband off, took my boots off, and knelt near the middle of the room.

The first hostage taker I was with enjoyed using implements. I was slapped until I screamed. That was where we began. They beat me with a hard plastic rod, then a leather flogger. Traced a knife up and down across my skin. At the start of this all, I was told to put my hands on the cross I was facing and keep them there. They were surprised, when, at the end of it all, they were still there.

I was thrown in a cage; as is customary to do with hostages once they've been sufficiently brutalized.

I was surprised by who the next person to drag me out was; and in my core, excited. On my tag I had requested Kicking, Punching, and Pressure Points; and that is exactly what I got. :) I was kicked, stepped on, slapped, held down and beaten. I refused to fight back, gripping the floor as I screamed as I was hit over and over. They found the spot where I had been most damaged in the previous scene and wailed on it again and again, grabbed it and gripped it.

Sometimes they would fake a shot, then caress my sex tenderly. Again and again, they would alternate between tender affection and cruel violence. This took me to an incredible place; mouth hanging open, eyes rolled back, mind full of white light.

It was the best possible outcome.