“Where is she?” The huge black guy asks, no introduction, no name, just business.

“Upstairs, first door on the right.” I tell him, my heart beating hard with nervousness about what he’s going to do to her and the possible repercussions for me.

“Good.” He thrusts a laptop into my hands. “You can watch on this.” Lifting his bag, he climbs the stairs with purpose and turns to look down at me from the top. “Do not try to interfere.”

I guess she had come round as the begging screams start the instant he enters her room. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HELP ME, LIAM! HELP ME!” Despite the door slamming hard I can still hear them and against my better nature I heed his words, even when her screams suddenly become muffled. Still very loud but muffled. I hear a series of heavy clangs as he empties his bag of whatever contraption he has in it, her screams intensify and I head out the back door, not wanting to bear witness to the noise of the punishment she’s earnt for herself.

Even outside I can still hear her muffled protests, especially when they suddenly grow louder before suddenly becoming barely audible. Whatever is going on it’s obviously far from pleasurable for her. Then silence falls completely, the muffled screams stop altogether and I sit on the bench, my fingers tapping on the lid of the laptop as my curiosity grows and my nervousness increases. Has he killed her by accident? Am I going to get thrown in prison for it?

The questions swirl in my mind, driving me crazy. Why is she so quiet now? If she is dead, why hasn’t he come back down and said?

The curiosity becomes unbearable, I have to know no matter how bad the repercussions will be if she has died. I slowly open the laptop, the screen automatically coming to life showing a live feed from a set of 4 cameras, my eyes widening in shock.

Shamima is locked in some sort of brace that locks her body into an ass up head down style position, solid bars from the thick metal loop that’s around her waist hold her legs open and her ankles in a way that means she can be placed in a kneeling position if desired (which she is currently in), two parallel thick metal bars stretch up from the waist loop to a collar around her neck, forcing her back to arch slightly, the collar keeping her head firmly in one place. More bars from the collar hold her wrists in a ‘hands up’ way, leaving her completely immobilised. The reason for her muffled screams and sudden silence becoming doubly apparent when I see the gag wrapped around her face, forcing her mouth as wide open as possible so it can accommodate the huge cock he currently has shoved down her throat.