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Chapter 3
Slowly she opens her eyes, stretching out her sore body having lain on the floor for so long that her muscles were cramped and sore.
A yawn leaving her lips, hand reaching up to press to her mouth as she looks around, trying to orient herself, her cheek still throbbing and sore from the Man's hand, rolling over onto her side and pushing herself upwards, trying to ignore the pressure she feels in her bladder, her eyes shooting a glance over at the corner, knowing she could never do that, the tip of her tongue licking out at her lips, thirst being one of her top priorities.
Slowly pushing herself to her feet and feeling a wave of fear tingling it's way down her spine as she remembers what happened to her the last time she stood on her feet, her eyes shooting around quickly as she wraps her arms around her belly, thinking quietly to herself, "who's going to know , there are no cameras in here, and if I hear the door knob turn, I can always fall to my knees, I can beat this man at his own little game, there's no way I'm going to use a bucket to empty my bladder or crawl on the floor for a man or any other people."
The words spin around and around in her head as she moves over to the dishes set against the wall, long hair cascading in waves down her body, reminding her she has no personal effects with which to fix herself up with, only the t-shirt and panties she wears, her flesh chilled, even in this warm room.
She stops at the wall, eyes peeking down at the dishes, remembering His words to her about her hands, nibbling on her lower lip as she ponders her quandary. Eyes looking carefully around the room, she slowly sinks to her knees, feeling them press into the hard surface of the smooth tiles, eyes closing as she tries to get past her fear of the punishments he spoke of, finally taking a deep breath and leaning down, her bottom lifting into the air as her breasts sway forward in her t-shirt, nipples small and hard against the cotton material that encases them, her hand reaching up to grasp at her hair as it falls in a thick curtain over her face, lowering her tongue into the cool water and lapping like a puppy, heat flushing her face as she tries to close out the image of herself doing this, yet unable to ignore the swirling in her belly at the idea that she was being treated such, her tongue making moist noises as it swirls it's way around the bowl, quenching her thirst.
Quickly she sits up and swipes at her chin with the back of her hand, eyes darting to the door to make sure it's still closed tightly, the water having settled into her bladder, the throbbing of needing to go becoming stronger and stronger. The girl slowly rises up from the water dish that she just emptied and winces slightly as she starts to pad to the other corner where the bucket sits, looking down at it in total horror, seeing the soft cloths setting beside it, shame coloring her features at the thought of what he means for her to do, the low cramping in her belly making her wince as her toes curl into the floor, her thoughts so focused on staring down into the bucket that she does not hear the sound of the door opening, the sudden hot searing pain in her bottom as she is smacked and her hair is pulled back sharply, screaming out, back arching backwards as her hands fly back at her assailant, feeling her air cut off as his arm closes around her throat, holding her tight to His chest, shoulder blades pressed against His solid bulk, the sound of His voice in her ear all she can hear…
"I thought I had taught you a lesson the first time cunt, not to ever stand on your feet, until you have fully learned your place, but I can obviously see you are more stubborn than I thought, I guess it's time for another lesson from Me...for you".
And with those words He tightens His arm around d her neck, fully cutting off her air until her nails were clawing at His arm, trying to scream out, growing dizzy as she sees spots before her eyes, her knees buckling quickly, falling to the floor , the pain searing in it's intensity as her bones press to the tiles. Crying out hoarsely as He releases her, body folding forward, sobbing out, her throat sore and swollen, her tears pooling on the floor as they drip down her cheeks and off her chin, wiping at her face fast, her embarrassment thorough and complete, screaming out in fear as she feels Him grasp her hair, pulling her upwards. Feeling like an animal as she feels her hands reach up and curl around His wrist, trying to loosen His hold as he keeps pulling, bending her backwards. Eyes staring up at His face, wide with horror, trying to stop sobbing, feeling her nose run and her salty tears soaking her face. His words hammering into her skull as he shakes her at every word.
"You are –not- to be on your feet bitch, ever, at any time until I give you the ok to be. We are going to teach you to listen and obey if it's all I have to do to try to get through to you".
With those words she feels His hand creeping down over her breasts, not touching her, barely there, until reaching her belly, pressing in on her , just above her belly button in smooth downward strokes, up and down, over and over.
"Now...I'm going to teach you what punishment is. I assume you were standing over here because you were trying to work up the courage to use the bucket, which tells me you have to piss. I'm here to help you do that, to teach you that nothing you do from now on will be hidden or private from anyone, especially me as your trainer."
Gasping out at Him, His hand putting more and more pressure on her belly, feeling the cramping pain, her eyes squeezing shut as she tries to shake her head at Him. "no no no no no…oh you can not be doing this to me…no, oh no, please…no, I did not sign up for this, oh please, nonono.." . Her voice trails off as He puts extra pressure on her, sobbing out, trying to fold forward, her entire body shaking with the pain and humiliation he is trying to force her into, trying to find a safe spot in her mind and let this all go, the blackness enfolding her quickly as she finds herself growing faint and weak…….