Spilled Milk

Jocelyn was in hell.

When she’d first woken up, she’d been certain it was just a nightmare. To be unable to move, unable to see… it certainly couldn’t be real life. It was only as the seconds continued slowly ticking by that she’d realized that this wasn’t some late night caffeine-fueled horror. She’d been scared and confused, but the terror hadn’t been there at first, not until she’d overheard what was going on around her.

Her own funeral service.

The brunette only picked up bits and pieces from the pastor extolling her virtues while she tried to scream for help. “Taken from us too soon… passed away peacefully in her sleep…” Her mouth wouldn’t move, not even a whisper escaping from her open lips, and her limbs were equally unresponsive. It wasn’t until she felt herself being lifted up that she realized where she was: a coffin.

The last thing she remembered was going to bed, on a peaceful night like any other. Something must have gone terribly, terribly wrong. A stroke in her sleep, perhaps, or an aneurysm. She might be paralyzed like this permanently. And somehow, they had mistakenly thought she was dead. Or maybe she really was dead. Maybe this was death, being trapped and helpless inside your own corpse while you hear shovelfuls of dirt land on your coffin.

The shoveling stopped. There was silence. There was darkness. Jocelyn couldn’t tell if she was crying or not. Time passed. It could have been hours, days, minutes. She had no way to tell.

And then she heard the voice. It was tinny and muffled, as if coming from a small electronic speaker somewhere. “Hey, Jackie! You awake yet?”

Jocelyn jerked to attention at the unexpected, wonderful noise. When the brunette tried to speak, her lips moved ever so slightly, producing a small and quiet rattle. That tiny sound seemed to be enough.

“Good, good!” the man said. “The paralysis will wear off shortly. Of course, your oxygen will run out almost as quickly. Do you know who this is, Jackie?”

To her surprise, she realized that she did indeed recognize the voice: Alex, one of her ex-boyfriends. Specifically, the lunatic ex-boyfriend that she’d filed a restraining order against. Running into him on a busy street in broad daylight would have given her a panic attack; to hear his voice in a situation like this made her feel like the coffin was shrinking, constricting around her. Sheer adrenaline was all that kept her lucid enough to talk. “Please…” she managed to whisper, speech becoming easier with every passing moment.

“Yeah, that’s a nice start, Jackie,” Alex said cheerfully. “I’ve got a good feeling about you. Now I know time is of the essence, so I’ll get right down to business: we’re going to have a little talk, you and me. If I like what I hear, I’m gonna dig you out, promise. But if I don’t, well, I’ll just have myself a nice night at home while you get back to being dead. You with me so far?”

Anger rose up inside Jocelyn. She wasn’t a stupid woman by any means, and it was obvious Alex was responsible somehow for her current condition. In any other situation, she would’ve told him to go fuck himself. But this… for him to pull a stunt like this in the first place meant that he must be even more radically unhinged than she’d believed. If he was willing to go this far, she had to believe he was willing to let her die as well. So she swallowed down her fury and instead whispered, “Please, Alex, let me out of here and I’ll do whatever you want, okay?”

“That’s the spirit, Jackie, but not quite what I’m looking for. Now, do you remember what a fucktoy is?”

A shiver ran down the brunette’s spine. “Yes…” she whispered. Alex had always been into that sort of thing: bondage, humiliation, pain play, and worse. If something was perverse, cruel, or disgusting, it was a given that he had masturbation fantasies about it. He’d kept those things hidden from her at first while they were dating, slowly introducing them over several months. And she had played along at the time, genuinely trying to find some enjoyment out of his kinks. 

Among the various roleplaying scenarios they’d tried,“master and fucktoy” had always been his favorite, and her least. The backstories were always different - she might be the girl next door whose home he’d broken into, or the famous movie actress whose car had just so happened to break down outside his house - but they always quickly devolved into her tied up and at his mercy. He would torture her with whatever BDSM instrument he’d last ordered on-line, until she “gave in” and begged to be raped and treated like human garbage.

There were safe words and hard limits, and for the most part he’d respected them, but every so often there were “accidents”. She lost her anal virginity to him because he supposedly hadn’t been able to tell that what she was screaming desperately through her ball gag was meant to be their safe word. He pissed in her mouth once after a blowjob, saying afterward that he’d simply forgotten her hatred of watersports. In a session where he had brought a pack of cigarettes just as a “prop” to intimidate her character into obedience, he’d put one out on her stomach and left a permanent scar, then claimed afterward that he’d had no idea it would do that kind of damage.

To Jocelyn’s shame, she’d accepted all of these poor excuses and more, because outside the bedroom he was always charming, handsome, and perfect. She’d thought that his interests were just a small dark part of his psyche, an outlet for his stress. She hadn’t realized the truth: the sadistic version of him was his pysche, and the good boyfriend was just an act. Not until she’d stumbled across his blog one day (ironically, while trying to research ways to incorporate his extreme fetishes with her own more vanilla inclinations).

She’d nearly thrown up when she saw all the secret pictures and video he’d taken of their sessions. On the blog, he called her his fucktoy-in-training, and happily recounted every time he’d managed to push through or ignore her limits. “Listen to the way the fucktoy-in-training squeals when I first go balls deep in that shithole! Next time, I think I’ll keep pounding her guts until she agrees to suck me clean after!” “Aww, the poor spoiled fucktoy-in-training doesn’t like the taste of her master’s piss. We’ll see if she changes her mind when her only choices are that and cum!” “Marked the fucktoy-in-training as mine for the first time today, and you should’ve seen how much she whined. Trying to decide if I should put the next one out on her ass or titties.”

Jocelyn had thrown all of his things out, changed the locks, and blocked him from all her social media. He’d shown up at her job a few days later, drunk and surly, to call her a fucking slut who’d betrayed her owner, and demand that she get on her knees and apologize by blowing him in front of everyone. When she’d refused and security had been called, he hadn’t left before scattering a bunch of flyers in the air that linked to the sex tapes. “She’s pretending to be a goody fucking two shoes now!” he’d yelled as he was escorted out. “But look at the way that bitch takes a cock and tell me she wasn’t made for it!”

She’d filed the restraining order later that day, and that had been the last time they interacted… until now.

“Good,” Alex said. “Because that’s what I’m finally about to get: a nice fucktoy of my own to take home and enjoy. But I want this to be a real quality experience, you know? Anyone can grab a pretty girl and just fuck her senseless; I want something more. I want creativity. I want to do things to a bitch that no one has ever done, make her suffer in ways no one else has. And that’s when I thought of you. Because you, Jackie, you were always so fucking smart. A real dumb cunt sometimes, but still smart. So tell me some fun ways you would suck on my cock, and maybe I’ll decide to keep you around.”

For a moment, Jocelyn tried. She did. She opened her mouth ready to spill whatever filthy words would convince this man not to kill her, but they just wouldn’t come out. Her pride wouldn’t let her.

After a few seconds, Alex broke the silence. “Still feeling a little shy, huh? That’s alright, I’m not the one in any hurry. I’m gonna give you five minutes to think about things, Jackie, and-”

“Wait!” she shouted quickly, but he talked right over her.

“-to decide if you’re going to participate or not. Be careful, though, my napkin math says you’ve only got about an hour of air left in there by now, and I don't know how much of that I'll need to dig you out.”

She shouted a few more times, but there was no response.

The five minutes lasted so long that Jocelyn grew half convinced she’d made the entire exchange up, some last perverse fantasy while she suffocated to death. By the time she heard Alex’s voice again, she’d already sworn to herself that she’d say whatever disgusting smut it took. The only thing that matters right now, she’d reminded herself again and again, is getting out of this coffin. Her ex-boyfriend was clearly not of sound mind, and once she was above ground, there would almost certainly be some means of escape. She just had to swallow her dignity and get to that point.

“Feeling a little more chatty?” Alex asked.

“Yes!” she answered immediately. “I… I would be happy to tell you some… some fun ways to s-suck your… your dick.”

“That’s the spirit!” he encouraged. “So whaddya got?”

“I could use my breasts,” she said. “I, I mean my tits. I could, you know, have you in my mouth while I rub you with my tits.” It was an experience she’d tried exactly once before, in college, and found entirely unappetizing, but she felt almost absurdly grateful for it now.

When Alex’s response came, the flatness of his tone shocked her. “Jackie, I must not be being clear. You heard me when I said I’m looking for creativity, right?”

“Yes, I-”

“Then why the fuck is your first suggestion a boring fucking tit job?!” he snapped, and she flinched. “Are you such a dumb fucking cunt that you think no one’s ever considered using mouth and tits at the same time?! That’s not a rhetorical question, slut! Are you that fucking dumb?!”

“N-n-no, “she stammered. “I, I just-”

“I’ll be back in ten minutes,” he said sharply. “And Jackie? I’m real fucking close to getting bored with you, so I’ll make this simple. If your next suggestion doesn’t show some actual goddamn effort on your part, you’re not getting another chance.”

The five minutes felt like they’d gone on forever, but the ten went by so quickly that Jocelyn would’ve been convinced that Alex was lying, trying to manipulate her sense of time, if she couldn’t taste the growing staleness of the air around her. She spent the time frantically racking her brain, trying to think of an answer that would satisfy him. She pored over every scrap of memory she still had from their time together, dredging up everything that had excited him and disgusted her. This was no time for shame.

“Speak,” was the only thing he said when he came back, and Jocelyn could hear her death in his tone. If she’d held onto any lingering doubts that he was bluffing, that one word dispelled all of them. He really was prepared to let her die if she didn’t play his game, and play it well.

“I’ll stuff your cock down my throat and choke myself with it,” she said promptly, though her cheeks were already flushed. “You always wanted to try and choke me, remember, and I’d never let you? Well now you wouldn’t even have to wrap your hands around my throat. Your fat cock will be all you need.”

“You think that’s good enough?” he asked, his voice carefully neutral.

“No,” she responded obediently. She’d faintly hoped it might be, but she’d been pretty sure she’d need to give him more. “Because I won’t actually be sucking on your dick yet. I’m just going to be l-licking your balls, over and over, while you watch TV or play a video game, or, or… I’ll pass out, and then I’ll wake up, and I’ll just get back to licking. I’ll keep choking and spitshining your nuts for hours if that’s what it takes, until you’re ready for me to start sucking the cum out of you.” She held her breath, waiting for his response.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about!” he said happily, with no trace of his earlier displeasure. “Not perfect, but it’s a good first effort, Jackie. A very good first effort. Tell me some more ideas.”

“F-first you light a cigarette, and then you give me one minute to make you finish. If I fail, you put the cigarette out on my tongue and make me try again, until I either do the job or my, my fucktoy tongue is so burnt and sexy you can't resist glazing it in cum.”

Alex chuckled. “You want me to spend half my paycheck on cigs, don’t you, you little pain slut? I like it. One more.”

“Um, I give you a, a titjob, but! But also, you put a binder clip on my tits to force them together and keep my tunnel good and tight, and then you grab the clip and use it to fuck my tits on your cock until you’re ready to shoot down my throat.”

“Hmm…” Jocelyn held her breath as Alex thought it over, not sure which answer she dreaded more. “Yeah, I guess that’s good enough,” he said finally. “Once we’re all set up, a little motivation should get the real creative juices flowing. OK, that was a good warm-up, something to get you in the right mindset. Here’s what I really want to know: what kind of punishments would make you absolutely fucking miserable? Bad enough that you’d probably beg me to kill you if you had one coming? You chew on that, and I’ll be back in ten.”

Ways to punish her? Jocelyn weighed her options as she laid there in the quiet dark. What would qualify as punishment to a man who thought putting a cigarette out on her stomach was foreplay?  Also, she was acutely aware that Alex’s questions were not hypothetical. If she suggested something extra cruel, she might spend a very long time suffering for it. But if he thought she was pulling her punches…

In the end, self-survival won out over self-preservation. She couldn’t afford not to make her suggestions as vicious as possible. First she would survive the next hour, and then she could worry about everything after.

By the time Alex was back, the brunette was ready with her ideas. “Okay, slut, so imagine you just fucked up real real bad, like letting a drop of my piss spill out your mouth, or not bouncing fast enough on my cock. What am I doing to you?”

Jocelyn took a deep breath and immediately regretted it. The air was so thin already. “First… you take a lot of thumb tacks or push pins or… anything sharp and spiky, and you stuff them in my cunt until there’s no more room. Then you… you sew my pussy lips closed before taking a cane and…” She couldn’t bring herself to finish.

“A cunt piñata!” Alex said happily. “See, Jackie, this is why I haven’t given up on you yet. I never would’ve thought of something like that on my own. What’s next?”

“A cold piss enema. I’ll piss in, in mason jars or something, and you’ll store them in the fridge. When I’m bad, you’ll take all of it and flood my, my guts with it.”

“And?” he asked skeptically.

“And the more piss there is, the more it will hurt, which is why some days, when I’ve been really really good, a perfect fucktoy who left your balls drained and happy, you’ll give me a treat: a small sip of my own refrigerated piss. That way, when it’s, it’s bloating my guts and I feel like I’m about to burst… I’ll know that it’s my own fault that it hurts, because I could’ve been a better fucktoy for you.”

Alex laughed appreciatively. “Yeah, you know what, that’s not half bad. Maybe throw a little hot sauce in there too, make sure it really fucking hurts. We’ll workshop it. Keep going, just one more.”

Jocelyn paused. She’d been praying that he would only want two ideas, or that she’d think of a fourth before he came back, but this was all she had. “Spiders,” she said slowly, already hating herself for giving him this. “You pour a handful of spiders in my mouth, and then beat me for, um... an hour. When you’re done, I open my mouth, and if any of the spiders are missing or dead, you pour in another handful and we start the hour over. When I finally succeed, I swallow the mouthful of living spiders and that… that’s the only meal I get that day.”

“You always did the hate the creepy crawlies, didn’t you? I’d forgotten all about that!” He chuckled. “You’re right, bugs are the perfect pet for a fucktoy. Pack them up her twat, push them into her guts, find some nice bitey ones and smear honey on her clit… and pretty soon gulping spiders down won’t seem so bad, because she’s never going to eat another meal that doesn’t crawl down her throat.”

Jocelyn shuddered, no longer certain that she’d made the right choice at all by cooperating. Maybe sometime soon, she’d be wishing she’d peacefully died in here. But for now, she wasn’t ready to give up on life. “So, you… you’re not going to kill me?” she asked nervously.

“Let’s not jump to conclusions,” he said cheerfully. “What’s the security code for your sister’s house?”

Jocelyn was caught off guard by the complete change of subject. ”I… wh-what?”

“Your sister, Sharon?” he said condescendingly. “Five years younger, better tits? Ringing any bells yet?”

“Why… why are you asking?” the brunette said, still confused.

“Because,” he said, and now there was an edge of impatience in his tone. “I’m parked outside her place, and I’d like to get my dick inside her sooner rather than later.”

“I’m not helping you to… to rape my sister!” Jocelyn hissed, horrified. In a way, this revelation brought a sick sense of relief: there was no longer any uncertainty about what she should do. She’d much rather die in this coffin than hurt her younger sister.

Alex sighed. “God, you can be so fucking stupid sometimes. Think you’re the fucking star of the show, huh? Little Jackie the fucktoy-in-training, Alex’s one true love?” She heard him spit. “You’re not the prize here, slut. You’re the buy-one-get-one-free. Sharon’s the younger and sexier one I want, and no matter what you do, she’s gonna end tonight down in my basement, squealing on my shaft.

“All you get to decide, you arrogant cunt, is whether you’re there with her or buried in the ground. I don’t mind owning two fucktoys, especially if we’re talking sisters. Can make you lick the cum out of each other’s twats, compete to see which one’s better at rimming my ass, maybe put on some lezzie cam shows for a bit of extra cash… all kinds of fun. But that part’s up to you: I can go slow and careful and get this done without the security code, or I can be in and out fast enough to dig you up. I’ll give you five seconds to think it over. 5…4…”

“But…!” Jocelyn’s mind raced. Was he even telling the truth? Could she risk it? Her mind flashed back to all the obscene suggestions she’d given him. It had been bad enough thinking those were meant for her, but knowing he intended them for Sharon made her sick to her stomach. And if she helped him and he did “rescue” her, he expected her to come up with new ways to torture them. Would it be worse for Sharon if Jocelyn was there to inspire Alex, or would it be worse to leave her helpless and alone with that madman? She didn’t know what to do and she had no time to think.

“2… 1… alright, slut, rest in p-”

“397232!” she screamed. “397232!”

Silence answered her.

Had he heard her, or had he abandoned her? Jocelyn could do nothing but wait, the air growing staler with each breath. Either she was about to die, or she’d just helped a monster abduct her sister. With each passing second, it felt like the earth above her grew heavier. She felt herself becoming dizzier, and closed her eyes. A rest… it wouldn’t be so bad to rest a minute…

“Woooo!” Alex suddenly shouted, and she snapped awake. How long had she slept? How much time did she have left? “Jackie, your sister’s cunt is fucking tight! Nearly couldn’t tear myself away from it long enough to come and get you, but sometimes we gotta put in the hours, right? Plenty of time to pump that pussy once we’re all together. Hey Sharon, say hi to your sister!” She heard muffled screams, and felt nauseated when she recognized the voice. “Hear that? She says she loves getting zip tied and tossed in my trunk. Try to relax and savor that outside air, Sharon! You won’t get any again until it’s time to go toss your corpse in a dumpster!”

“Don’t hurt her!” Jocelyn screamed.

“Yeah, that’s right, cunt,” Alex sneered. She could hear the car starting up in the background. “Try telling me what to do, see how well that works out for you. Now listen up, I got good news and bad news. Good news, I’m heading your way right now to come dig up my fucktoy #2. Bad news is, we’re running a bit behind schedule. Like, I said, fantastic fucking pussy on your sister. So I seriously don’t know if you’re going to be alive or dead when we get there. Maybe I should start calling you fucking Schrodinger, huh?” He laughed.

The brunette drew in a ragged breath. The air was so stale by now, it barely felt like she was getting any oxygen at all. “Please…” she managed. “Please..." She didn't even know what she was begging him for anymore.

"Quit whining, slut, you've still got your final exam to think about: how you’re gonna thank me and my cock if we dig you up in time. And I want something real fucking good, some prime fucktoy shit. I’ll warn you right now, if it isn’t the sexiest way I could imagine to welcome you and little sis into your new fucktoy lives, I’m just gonna bury you back down there, and then go find out if Sharon hates spiders as much as you do."

Jocelyn's lungs were beginning to pound, darkness appearing at the edges of her vision. She wasn't certain if she had seconds or minutes left. Was her air running out too quickly, or too slowly? All she knew was that it wasn't under her control. Nothing was anymore.

"So however much time you’ve got left," Alex was saying, "you’d better spend every last second of it thinking real long and hard about how to make me happy, yeah?”

Softly weeping in the dark, Jocelyn did.