Captive Life

Part 2

The trapdoor slams down and I awake from broken dreams. My muscles groaned from stiffness and my back still felt the heat of the previous nights lashes. I could hear his footsteps coming down the stairs. Dread filled me. “Good morning whore. What fun shall we have today?” My body began to shiver, partly from the cold and partly from his presence. I turned around In my cold metal box and dared to whisper “please... let me go.... I want to go home”. A cold HA! Filled the air “but you are home slut and I’m about to let you go... down on me anyway” he laughed at his joke and unlocked the cage pulling me out by the hair. He ground my face against his crotch, which was already beginning to respond. “Well don’t be shy.” He squeezed harder on my hair and I winced, my hands rose to his waist and began fumbling at his belt. When his pants were loose and fell down his thighs he knelt down, his lips to my ear, his voice a hoarse whisper. “I’m warning you, if I feel teeth, yesterday day will feel like nothing. I don’t need a slut with teeth and I’ll be sure to pull every single one out of that trash mouth of yours. Do you understand?” 

I stubbornly stare up at him and spit my words “I will never willingly have your dick inside me.” He kneels down in front of me and brushes my check I try to push him away but he grabs my hand. “That’s funny... you willingly took my cock last night. Do you remember how you pulled me towards you to get more. You’re a greedy little cumbucket if you think you can pick and choose, but lucky for you you have work to do” he spins me round and joins my wrist shackles together, I’m beginning to hate the ease of these things. Before I can react his fist slams into my gut, I’m on the floor my mouth gaping open in desperate search for air. He produces from his pocket a hollow dildo, my eyes widen, but it’s promptly shoved into my mouth. It stops short of my uvula but the discomfort is still very apparent. He brings over a bucket of sloshing water and a mop. “Your task for today is to clean this whole floor. I’ll be hear to admire the view and give you ...encouragement” he gave a glance to the wall and I noticed even more torture ‘toys’ hanging up. He grabs my head and pulls me to my feet and guides my mouth to the mop handle. A hole has been drilled into the handle and a chain is threaded through, he pulls it behind my head and fastens it. He placed a thick leather collar round my neck and finds a split  chain which he connects to my neck ring and the two loops at my ankles connecting my feet together with the excess chain. He ties it so I can no longer stand up straight but I have enough room to dip the mop in and out of the bucket. “Now, let’s see how you do shall we. I’ll give you an hour to clean this floor. If you succeed I’ll treat you to something you’ll enjoy. If you fail ... You’ll be punished.” With that he spins me around and plants a firm slap on my behind. I jerk forward and struggle to keep my balance. He moves away and sets a timer on a tiny clock on a shelf and sets it back. He sits on his leather chair by his desk and opens his legs wide. 

I stand there contemplating whether to submit to his demands then think back to the pain felt on my first day. My body still feels the heat of those lashes. I struggle towards the bucket and lift my head, the mop is awkward and unruly and swings as I try to line it up. I manage to dunk the head and slop it onto the floor. I swing my head side to side but soon realise I’ll need to clench my jaws to get it to move it. The chains dig into my head and I shuffle forward swinging my head side to side. It isn’t longe before I hear the shutter of the camera click, click clicking away. 

I’ve been mopping for 20 minutes, my jaw is already hurting from being locked for so long and pain is residing in my head. Part of that is probably from hunger. I’ve made progress and have got the hang of it but I soon feel a sharp slap to my behind. “You’ll never finish in time at this pace” another slap. It’s the riding crop again. My rear is still tender and I flinch at the reminder. I turn and change direction but the crop instead finds my breast. Square on the nipple. “Aahgg” I let out a gurgled scream, he perks up and responds “mmm sensitive are we?” He strikes again in the same place “aaaaghhhhaa” another stifled cry I swiftly pick up pace and swish my head furiously. Several more strikes later and less accurate he heads behind me. 

The hands of my captor hold my hips. “Oh don’t mind me, carry on” he dips down and squeezes the mop head and slaps his wet hand against my pussy. I stumble forward revolted and try to shake him off. His buckle and zip go and soon I feel him sliding into me. I’m being pushed forward and the dildo is being pushed further down my throat. He begins thrusting inside of me as I try to keep balance and try not to be impaled. When he finishes he wipes his dick on my leg and resumes his position on the chair. 7 minutes have passed and I’m running out of time. I get to the spot where the floor is soaked in my sweat, blood and tears. I wipe furiously trying to lift the piss marks. I trudge on hastily trying to gloss over as much as I can and then the buzzer goes off. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. What happened? Did you get distracted and take a break?” His hands feel between my legs, his cum still dripping out of me “you’re such a cumslut look how wet you are”. He releases the mop from my head and as I open my mouth his fingers are there. I’m tasting his greasy salty juices and gag. “Oh that’s not very nice, and after the lovely gift I gave you. Lucky for you I have something else to give you.” He reaches down to the chain tied at my feet and pulls, my neck is yanked down and I’m soon sat on my haunches leaning forward slightly. He ties it off and places his foot between my breast and pushes me back. I fall on my bum and sit there immobilised. He walks away and rummages in a the drawer, he comes back with a clear plastic bag and another collar. “Thirsty?” He asks. I start to beg not knowing how two and two connect but dreading it either way. He places the bag over my head and the plastic is drawn in and out of my mouth. He takes the collar and ties it’s tight. My breathing increase as I begin to panic and try and flail. The bag is filling with condensation and I lose vision as it gets worse. The bag it torn at the the top and I take big lung fulls of air. He squats down and speaks “calm down, if you want to breath you’re going to have to take what I give you, understand?” As I begin to speak in confusion and protest I hear his zip again. My face flushes as a hot stream of piss hits my forehead. I splutter and spit as the steaming fluid runs over my mouth. He’s moving the stream so it covers my eyes and hits my nose. I clench my eyes shut but soon feel the heat from his urine surround my head and creep up my chin. I try to look back as it continues to travel but my collar restrains me. I try to shift my weight so I’m on my side but I feel his hand claw into my shoulder fixing me in place. The hot pungent fluid is at my lips now I clamp my mouth shut but it continues to rise. The bag is small and continues to fill. My nose is soon submerged. I lean forward in attempt to pour it out the top but not enough. I’m panicking my brain urging me to breathe I open my mouth and start to suck in his ungodly fluid. But there’s so much I need to breathe. I need to breathe! I lean back again and the piss is just below my nose. I inhale sharply but the piss is drawn into my nose and burns. I cough and lose precious air. I can feel my vision blurring I try to drink more but it’s too late. My heads becoming numb I feel my consciousness fading. Suddenly I feel fingers at the back of my throat, the plastic has been ripped and piss runs from the bag I breathe ragged sharp breaths. Coughing consumes me as I try to resist throwing up inside the bag. I feel a collar being loosened and the bag comes off. “That’s the second time today you’ve failed, you piece of shit.”

 Infront of me is a pool of his juices. He grabs the back of my remaining collar and pulls me forward. I’m on my knees in no time, my face pressed against the floor. 

“Drink it.” I start sucking at the floor wanting to be released from this hell. I feel the crop once again at my behind. He pushes his foot between my cheeks and it grinds my face into the floor. I continue to suck as the crop cracks at my behind. He decides to change it up and squats behind me slapping upwards on my pussy. I groan with discomfort and he continues to rapidly slap my piss covered crotch. “Pleaseeee...” I groan. “Please what!?” I’ve sucked as much as I can and the rest has spread elsewhere. “Let me clean the floor with the mop again. I’ll do better this time” he puts a hand on my exposed cheek. “What do you call me from now on?” I think for a minute not knowing what he wants me to say “Trevor?” I reply hoping humour will gain me favour. The crop cracks harder the before and lands directly on my clit “aaaaah.... I don’t know know, what do you want me to call you?” Panting between words. 

“Sir”

ok that was simple enough, albeit degrading, but this whole situation was consistently so. “Ok. Please Sir can I mop the floor again? Please?” He thought for a moment and while he did his fingers explored my pussy. He made a point of saying hmmm every now and then as though in deliberation. 

“Ok. But does your mouth need a rest?” I consider for a moment thinking what other options there were and blushed “no Sir my mouth is fine.” Silence, as his preferred answer wasn’t given. “Ok then slut if your mouth is fine I want you to suck me to completion.” I rested heavily on my forehead and whispered my response. “Ok” his foot kicked me from behind as a prompt “ok Sir yes Sir” he gave a satisfied growl in response and pulled his chair round. Still bound he raised my face to his cock. I sat in front of him in an uncomfortable squat with the collar digging into the back of my neck. I took his dick in my mouth but couldn’t gain enough balance to get much momentum to suck. I knew he’d be displeased so my tongue began to flick in and out of my mouth as I bounced forward on his cock. I stretched it out in attempt to reach his base, and flicked and curled my tongue around his tip. He started to groan in pleasure moving his hips forward. Soon his chest began to rise and fall and my mouth was once again full of his seed. I swallowed quickly in attempt not to taste it. His globby cum went down uneasily.

He loosen the chain and I was back in my original position, the broom was fixed to my head and the timer was set. This time for 2 hours and once he replaced the clock on the shelf he kicked off his shoes and got into the bed. It wasn’t long before I heard loud snores from that direction. Determined to avoid any similar mistreatment I hurried to clean the floor. I finished within the hour and went over certain spots again. I stood there in the middle of the room watching the clock. The restraints were impossible to free myself from. I’d spent 20 minutes trying and when the alarm went off and he woke from his slumber he inspected the area. “Good” another firm slap to the behind. He unchained me and I stood up straight. My muscles sighing in relief. He kept the chain attached at my neck and pulled me to the corner where a plastic curtain hung from the ceiling. 

He pulled it back. The floor and walls were tiled except for four metal holes,  two fixed into the walls, one on each, and two spread apart on the floor . He swiftly attaches my wrists and ankles to each hole despite me struggling against him. I’m facing the corner when I begin to hear him unreel the coiled hose next to me. I brace myself. Cold water blasts into my back, I fight to catch my breath as the liquid ice travels up and down my body focusing on my nether regions. I feel him step forward and reach between my legs, rubbing and spreading my lips as water is directed up my pussy. After several more rubs he’s satisfied and moves to my rear. His finger rubs as water is directed once more. He leans around me and aims the hose over my hair and into my face. I splutter but try to catch some to drink. The hose continues south and I feel his hands on my breasts accompanied by the water. He rubs my armpits and start to squirm. “Hmmm I’ll have to remember that” he says menacingly. My body is shivering at this point and after several more minutes my body is clean but raw. The water is turned off and the hose coiled. I’m left to stand there while water drips off my shaking body

After my energy is spent shaking uncontrollably I feel a soft towel placed over my shoulders. He begins to rub my body bringing heat and life back into my bones. He leans in and I hear the dreaded words “I want to taste you. ” he unclips me and lifts me over his shoulder. “No” I shout repeatedly and try to hit his back. I’ve not eaten in days and the past hours have drained my strength significantly, but still I hammer on. He plonks me onto the bed and ties me spread eagle, arms stretched out in a T shape. He kneels before me and takes a deep breath between my thighs. I shudder in disgust. His tongue begins to trail the inside of my thigh. He blows and I feel myself start to tingle as his hands trace my body. I hate this, I hate this! I squirm uncomfortably as a finger brushes my lips. His fingers pull my lips open to reveal my hot, wet, pink flesh. His tongue reaches out and licks my length. One hand is tantalising my thigh with nails barely touching my skin. I feel my heat increase. His tongue begins to circle my clit then widely he licks up. He reaches my hole and traces his expert tongue around the edge then plunges deep within me. I let out a moan of pleasure and his hand tightens around my thigh. After exploring he resurfaces and resumes attention to my clit. His fingers enter me, his mouth making figure of eights and making me groan. He’s rubbing my G spot and flicking his tongue in and out quickly. My pussy is so wet and my chest is heaving. I squirm against his touch but it feels too good. My body tenses “ghaaaaa” and my pussy floods with juices. My body melts as his tongue laps happily in my hole. He leans back and smiles. “We’re not done yet, I think you have another one in you” 

I startle and begin to protest but soon a ball gag is placed in my mouth. He produces a blindfold and fastens it. I’m blind and without a voice when I feel something cool enter me. I shift at first to this foreign object but soon a buzzing feels the air. The vibrator inside me springs to life and starts to pivot. The gag stifles my moans and soon an even loader buzzing is filling the air. Vibrating pressure is pressed against my clit and I contort in response. He begins pulling the vibratory in and out of me whilst rubbing the wand in circles over my swollen bud. “Gaahhhhhhhhhh” my back arches and I cum spectacularly hard. I can feel my juices dripping out of me. I hear him chuckle as he continues. My cries of pleasure soon become cries of pain at being over sensitive.

 I hear the clicking of a camera then the buzzing stops and the vibrator is removed. Instead, the increasingly familiar feel of his cock is there. Watching me get off had made him solid. It didn’t take long before he was collapsing onto of me. Both our breathing ragged and satisfied. I’ve never hated myself more than in that moment. We both feel into a sex exhausted sleep, me still bound and him slowly shrinking out of me.