The Asian Girl Next Door

It was a Monday morning and I walked down to the basement and over to Sara’s cage. I was naked and my dick was rock hard thinking about how much pain I was going to inflict on my innocent little sex toy today. I grabbed a flogger from the wall and began swinging it around, hearing it swish in the cold dungeon air. 

“Okay bitch, get ready for your daily beat…”

I froze. The cage was empty. Fuck, I was drunk last night and must have forgot to lock it. In a panic, I ran from room to room looking for Sara, taser in hand. She was no where to be seen.

I ran to the basement steps and opened the hatch door. The lock had been broken open. Fuck.

I quickly jumped in my pickup truck and started down my driveway, looking for any sign of my escaped property. Even if she had gotten out 6 hours ago, she still couldn’t have made it that far, given how much forrest we are surrounded by. 

I drove through the long driveway for a while before I stopped, remembering I had a tracking chip inserted into Sara’s collar. I quickly drove back home to check my laptop and see where my slave had escaped to.

Opening the laptop, I saw that Sara had made it about 15 miles across the property, on the eastern side, and was now only 30 or so minutes from reaching freedom. I knew I had to act fast.

I got back in my truck and navigated towards where Sara was running, on the outskirts of the property. I waited behind a tree for her, as I knew she would be heading in that direction. 

After about 2 minutes I began hearing leaves cracking. I slyly looked around the tree and saw Sara, exhausted, naked, and mangled, running barefoot through the forrest. She still had a big red ball gag in her mouth that I had forgotten to take out last night.

Right as Sara passed the tree I jumped out, tackling her to the ground.

She screamed under my weight and began trying to fight me off. It was a strange feeling - Sara hadn’t tried to fight me off for years. 

I easily overpowered her, pinning her to the floor of the woods with my hand around her throat. I held her nose shut with the other hand as she gasped for air through the big red ball gag. After about a minute I took my hand from her nose and used it to unzip my fly. I spit some salvia on my dick for lubricant and began to rape my little escapee. As I fucked her I whispered to her all the horrible punishments that would come from this act of defiance. I came inside her, then swung her over my shoulder. I zip tied her hands and feet and threw her in the bed of the truck.

As we drove back home I occasionally slammed the brakes, sending Sara’s bound body flying into the wall of the truck bed. Hopefully some good bruises would remind her never to defy me again.

When we got back to the garage, I went and retrieved her from the back. She cried a heartbreaking wail as I carried her bound form down below to the dungeon she was forced to live in.

“Welcome back to hell, slave”

I threw Sara onto the floor and cut the zip ties from her hands and feet. I then stood her back up, and tied her arms to a pulley in the ceiling. I then lashed her feet apart so she was spread eagle. 

Walking up to her, I undid the gag from her mouth.

“Tell me what the fuck you were thinking running away like that, slave?!”

I kicked her directly in the cunt, causing her to buckle over in pain.

“Answer me bitch!”

Sara just looked at me with burning hatred. She knew that no answer would satisfy me and that I would be torturing her severely no matter what she said. 

She was right. And for an act this disobedient she would need to be tortured to the fullest extent.

I left the room and walked over to a closet in the dungeon I call the “Fun Closet”. This closet contained many items of torture, as well as several costumes, butt plugs, dildos, and other sex toys. It also contained a barrel.

I grabbed some nipple clamps, a tongue binder, a whip, and a massive red butt plug. I walked over to Sara and attached the cruel implements. She looked so funny with her tongue clipped, sticking out obscenely. I increased the pressure on the clamps, wiggled the butt plug in a bit more, and began giving her 100 lashes. She cried profusely as the whip continuously met her soft caramel skin.

“Are you sorry for what youve done?” I said, giving her the last lash.

Sara cried and nodded.

“Well good, but this wasn’t your punishment. This was for fun.”

Sara looked terrified as I walked back to the Fun Closet. I began rolling out the barrel. 

As I rolled it towards Sara, I began to hear screams coming from my slave as she recognized the sound. This was her most feared punishment.

You see, my slave is a claustrophobe. She hates tight, dark spaces. 

The barrel is not your ordinary barrel. It’s really no bigger than a wheel of cheese. The inside is coated with rubber, and it is just big enough to stuff Sara in. She’s jam packed so tight in there she can barely move an inch. Her knees nearly touch her face and her arms are bent uncomfortably in front of her.

I untied my thrashing screaming slave, took out the tongue clamp, nipple clamps, and butt plug, and then tied her hands in front of her. I then began stuffing her in. It took about 10 minutes and a healthy dose of lubricant but finally she fit,

Before closing the lid I took my dick out and pissed inside. I then jerked off and came all over sweet Sara and closed the lid. I attached the feeding tube through the small hole in the barrel and carried it upstairs to my room. 

I set it up next to my bed then leaned down and spoke to her through the feeding tube. 

“Sara, for your defiant act you will stay in that barrel for the next week...”

I began hearing screaming and crying through the tube. I’d put Sara in the barrel before for 2 days, maybe 3. The thought of spending 7 days in there must have scared her to death.

“If I hear one peep out of you, I’ll add a day to the timer. I’ll feed you once in the morning and once at night. Your waste is your own responsibility so hopefully you don’t have to go number 2 during your stay!”

I heard sobbing as I closed the feeding hole. I laid in bed and jerked off to the thought of the beautiful girl I now owned suffering silently for the next week.

Over the next couple days I would keep Sara close, setting the barrel up in whatever room I was working in. Occasionally, I would open up her feeding hole and force her to suck me off. One time, she didn’t get me to finish fast enough. As punishment, she enjoyed a dinner of dog kibble and my own piss. 

I also would occasionally stick long slender dildos in the feeding hole, causing her to gag and vomit. That barrel must’ve been disgusting with all the waste piling up. For fun, I rolled the barrel around my house, causing the waste to slosh around and completely cover my slave. 

On the second to last day, I released a swarm of hornets into the feeding hole. When she inevitably screamed as they stung her, I told her she would be getting another day for making noise. 

The next day, when I released another batch of hornets, she was quiet as a church mouse. But I did hear a lot of thrashing around as she was stung repeatedly. 

I did everything to try to make her scream so I could add another day. I had her stick her cute little pink tongue through the hole as I shocked it with an electric wand. I sprayed pepper spray all over her face through the hole, making sure it got in her eyes. All that didn’t work and she stayed silent. Such an obedient little girl.

On the last day I took the barrel outside by the pool. I unlocked and opened the lid and dumped the barrel and Sara in the water. I threw her soap and a brush and allowed her to wash herself. She was still stiff from her lack of mobility but did a decent job removing the filth. 

Once her body was at least mostly clean I gently guided her to the bathroom where I allowed her to brush her teeth and take a warm bath. I let her relax in the bath for a good hour as I gathered some lingerie for her to wear. I picked out a nice black pair which included stockings and a beautiful lacy bra. 

I opened the bathroom door and sat on the edge of the tub. I gently took a precious foot in one hand and began gently massaging it as I spoke. 

“I brought you some clothes sweetie. And a brand new collar. Your old one got too dirty. Put those on and do your makeup. I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom.”

I put on some porno and waited for my sweet slave. I was excited to fuck Sara. It had been 8 days and I did miss violating her soft tight pussy. 

She emerged from the bathroom an hour later. She had her eyes downcast submissively as she walked out, a picture of beauty and sex. 

I ordered her to the bed and she walked over. She began sucking my cock as I laid in awe, watching the once innocent former high schooler suck the penis of the man who had just recently caused her severe pain and discomfort. I was truly the luckiest guy in the world.

Sara then turned, reverse cowgirl, and began riding my cock. Her black hair bounced as her fat Asian ass jumped up and down on my penis.

I let her ride me for 5 minutes before ordering her around. She faced me, and began pumping up and down again, occasionally leaning down to make out with me. She had been trained so well.

When I was ready to cum I put my hand on her throat and began vigoursly pumping. I grasped a perfect ass cheek with my other palm as I filled her with my cum.

After we finished fucking I brought her back down to the basement. I allowed her a quick workout and some stretches for her sore limbs. I then prepared her a healthy dinner of chicken and rice, which she greedily scarfed down. 

That night I allowed her to sleep in my bed, completely chained up of course. She would need full mobility that night to recover and her cage was too cramped.

Before bed I kissed Sara on the forehead and whispered

“Sweet dreams slave, I have a surprise for you in the morning”

I laid in bed horny as hell, thinking about Sara’s surprise. I even rubbed one out as I thought about how she would react, cumming all over her thighs.

I gave her another kiss tonight, this time on the lips, and drifted off to sleep.

Sara awoke to the sound of the barrel rolling across the hardwood floor. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open in shocked disbelief as I brought it next to her.

“You thought we were done bitch? That was just a break. You’re going back in for another week! Hope you didn’t get too comfortable!”