Him

Part 5
I go up to take a well-needed shower. As the warm water washes over me I realize that I love having him in the basement. I find myself getting horny all over again just thinking about him. As I reach down to finger myself the water suddenly goes cold and I am ripped out of my fantasy and feel ashamed of myself. How could I have warm thoughts about this man? I am mad at myself for starting to fall for him like I would a soft cuddly puppy. This man in my basement is a monster. He should be treated like dirt. I can’t lose focus for the reason this animal is in my basement. Why I have kidnapped him. I need to help the women whose lives have been destroyed by this man. I need to stop this monster from harming another woman. I need to get things rolling right now.
I finish my shower and roughly dry myself off. I am angry with him and myself and my anger chooses my attire for me. I don my tight fitting black leather motorcycle jacket. I squeeze back into my black leather pants. Menacing black leather engineer boots are on my feet and tight fitting black leather gloves on my hands. I look in the mirror and an angry black leather bitch stares back at me with steely eyes.
Before I head to the basement once more, I grab the pile of papers I had a lawyer make up for me for this occasion. Once he signs these papers I control his wealth. As I descend the stairs just one thought is in my mind, ‘he will sign these papers now’.
I abruptly throw open the door to the apartment and turn on the light. He is there in his cage blinking from the light with a scared look on his face. He is staring at me. “Won’t you ever learn”, I bellow! I storm over and unlock the cage as he tries to struggle to his feet to be at attention for me. I don’t give him the chance and forcibly yank him out of the cage by his steel collar. I throw him into the centre of the room. He lands hard on his side and I hear the air escape his body through the ring gag. I kick him with my heavy booted foot in the ass, “on your knees scum-bag, now!” He is too slow; I grab a handful of his hair and pull him to his knees. A moan of pain escapes the gag. I leave him kneeling there and drag a small table to the centre of the room until it is in front of him. I put the pile of papers on the table along with a pen.
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I startle at her opening the door. Instinctively, I look in her direction through the bars of the cage to which I am confined since her last visit. I see her outlined in black by the light that shines in the corridor behind her. Slowly my eyes, heavy of the fitful and dreamless sleeps and caked from my tears, adapt to the gloom and focus. Before I can make out her dress I smell the pungent smell of leather through the dank air of my cell. I discern the fine features of her lovely face below the crown of her luscious hair, which fairness contrasts starkly against the shining black that clothes her body. I am captured by her beauty and briefly my hardship is forgotten…
The spell is quickly broken when the lamps in my cell break into a harsh glare to which my eyes are unaccustomed. Immediately I realise my mistake and I try to stand to attention but my painful body won’t obey. My disobedience arouses her anger and while I struggle in vain to stand up she opens my cell and hauls me out the cell. The rough floor grazes my skin and bruises my sore body when I land hard in the centre of the cell. I feel her boot land a hard kick between my ass and scrotum. The pain leaves me disorientated and about to faint but I am pulled by my hair on my knees. I cry in pain as a hurt beast for the ring gag deprives me of any human communication. Through my tears I see some strands of my regrown hair fall in clumps to the floor. A low table is placed before me on whom she loads some papers and a pen…
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“I have papers here that I need you to sign. I warn you right now, do not give me any trouble”. I start to free his left hand since he is left-handed and needs it to sign the papers with that hand. The moment it is freed his hand snakes out with lightning speed and grabs a handful of hair on the back of my head. Although this is very painful to me I smile. I had hoped he would do this. Nicolas does not know that I am an expert at Aikido. He tries to bark orders through the ring gag. I laugh at him as I send a gloved fist into his solar plexus and the other fist into his face. He loses the grip he had on my hair and falls backwards onto the cold floor. I am on him in a flash pummelling his body with leather-clad blows. He wails in pain and anger as he realizes he is no match for me in these conditions. I kick him hard several times and try to control my anger. I feel like I am not going to stop until he is dead and that scares me, but I am also very excited and the leather is very moist and hot around my crotch. Why did this violence excite me so? I look down at his dick and found that it was hard; why would he be hard right now?
Again I yanked him up to his knees and shoved the pen into his shaking hand. “Sign where all the red Xs are”, I point to the first one. He hesitates and my open hand slaps him on the back of the head, “sign it now! Don’t make me bitch slap you again!” A flash of anger appears on his face as he looks at me out of the corners of his blue eyes. My leather-gloved hand slaps him hard across his face, “staring at me again! You really are stupid! Now sign the papers!” Tears well up in his eyes from the force of the blow and he realizes he has no choice. He signs by the first X. He signs his name more than a dozen times before he is through.
I straighten the papers and put back the table. He gives me no trouble as I secure his left arm once more; I’m a little disappointed by this. I am also in need of an orgasm and wrap my gloved fingers in his hair. I pull his face into the crotch of my tight leather pants. All of the sudden his whole world is nothing but the smell of leather and the sweet scent of pussy. I hump his face using his nose to stimulate me through my pants. It does not take long for me to have the biggest climax of my life. I smother him as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. He is on the verge of passing out when my thighs unlock his head. Still shaking a little from my orgasm I lock him back into his cage. His dick is hard as a rock, “poor baby at least one of us got off”, I laugh loudly as I turn off the lights and lock the apartment door.
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She tells me to sign those papers. She needs to undo the cuff of my left hand for that. I realize this is my only chance to get at her. As soon as my hand is free I dash out and grab at her hair. I shout at the bitch to let me go. But my reflexes are blunted and my strength dulled. She hits me hard on the chest, which makes me gasp for breath and then she plants a hard blow in my face. I loose my grip and fall to the ground. I cannot protect myself as her blows and kicks rain down on my defenceless body. I cry in pain, fearing the damage that she can inflict upon me. I try to curl up my body to protect me as far as the stocks allow me. As I press my legs together I feel to my embarrassment that my flesh is grotesquely aroused. As if she has caught my movement and my humiliating state, she stops suddenly. I am pulled on my knees again and the pen is pressed in my hand. I am disorientated and it costs me to read the text in front of me. I can read few of the words but their meaning escapes me. I try to concentrate and read the text when she hits my head. I look at her in anger but realize that I have no choice but to obey in this situation. With difficulty I put my signature at the designated places on the documents in front of me as ordered…
She takes away the papers and shackles me up again. Then she grabs my hair and locks my head between her legs. I am smothered against her leather-clad crotch and she starts to ride slowly against me, rubbing my lips and nose against her pussy. I am nauseous with the overwhelming smell of leather and her intimacy and close to asphyxiation as she rides faster and faster against me until she comes in violent spasms against me. I struggle for breath and my dick is swollen and purple when I am released. She laughs and mocks me with my state when she drags me into the cage again. Exhausted I sink to the floor as I feel the doors fall in their locks and am engulfed by the sleepless, fearful dark that separate the bleaker moments of my ordeal…
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I find it hard to strip my sweat soaked leathers from my body. Once nude I take another shower. I am shaking still from how close I came to not controlling these primal urges I have for inflicting pain. I know if I had lost total control he would be dead. I finger myself as the hot water cascades over my body. I cum thinking about the beating I just gave him. I dry off and crawl naked into bed. I drift off to sleep as my head hits the pillow.
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Nicolas is in the dark, kneeling in his cell. ‘What were those papers he signed? What does she want from me? She will pay for what she has done to me. When I break out of here I will have the biggest auction of my life. I’ll invite all the hard core perverts I can find and she’ll be the star of the show’. He grins at this thought. He can still smell her leather and pussy and realizes he needs to cum badly. His hands are useless and can’t help him. He moves closer to the bars and runs his rigid dick across the metal bars but it does nothing to help his situation. He finally falls forward on the cold stone floor trapping his boner between his body and the rough floor. He starts to hump the floor. It is painful and hard but does the job as he soon cums all over his stomach and the floor. He lies there on the cold floor and falls asleep in the puddle of his own cum.

In the dark I ponder about the meaning of the papers she made me sign. All I can imagine is that she tries to transfer all my possessions in her name. Is she just a greedy bitch or is there a bigger scheme? I am worried but it also means that she has to expose herself and there is a chance that she’ll attract the attention of the police as my absence must have been noticed by now. And she will pay for this, she can bet on that. I want to see her degraded to the worthless slut she is but I’ll bet I can get a good price for her services at the auction. My friends will gladly pay to get their hands on her first to saviour her body, tense and tight with fear, and to break it for their own pleasure. She’ll plead for her life then but her pleas will be more desperate and eventually unintelligible when she is raped in every possible way into submission until she is nothing but a will-less shivering heap of flesh that is only suitable for things too dark to imagine. I still smell and taste the leather and her pussy. These thoughts render me so horny. My cock is burning and throbbing incessantly. I try to ride against the bars but I cannot get any satisfaction until I rub my dick hard against the rough floor. I ejaculate in long, strong gulps that surprise me. Suddenly I feel tired and I fall fast asleep for the first time in many days…
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I wake early the next morning and meet the lawyer at her office when it opens. Scanning the signed papers she shakes her head in wonderment, “how did you ever get this low-life to sign away his fortune to you?” This lawyer was a would-be victim of Nicolas, but she saw a dark side in him and never fell for him. I knew she was the right woman for the job. To answer her I just gave her a knowing smile. “Well everything seems to be in order, you now have control over everything he owns”. I thanked her and told her I would be in touch.
My next stop was his factory. I showed my papers to the manager and explained to him who I was. He seemed relieved he would now be dealing with Nicolas anymore. Nicolas was an absentee boss most of the time and only came around to stir up trouble. No one at the company will miss him. They don’t even care where he is or what has happened to him.
Nicolas had driven eight young women insane. I had instructed the lawyer to find these women and put them in a private facility. She was to see to it that they got the best of care. I have hopes of restoring these women to their former selves.
There were four women that did not go as far off the deep end as the six that killed themselves or the eight that were institutionalised. All four of these women were homeless. They prostituted themselves and did drugs to cope with their past. I had a private detective track each of these women down for me. My original plan was to house them in Nicolas’ huge penthouse but I feared there would be too many bad memories for them there and they would not be able to heal. I sold the penthouse and bought a mansion in the quiet countryside. I hired two caring women councillors that would help put these women back together and end their addictions. The women knew I was their benefactor but not why I was helping them. My hope is in time the other eight women will also live in the mansion. In time I will share with them what is in my basement.

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Nicolas awakes from his uneasy slumber. He is cold and stiff and wonders about how long he has been asleep. He is unaware of the dried semen on his stomach. He starts to think about the situation in a clear light. ‘Who is this bitch and how does she know of my ‘love interests’? What is her angle? Was she someone’s sister, maybe?’ No answers would come to him. Through the stiffness and soreness of his body his bladder told him he had to go. If he just pissed in his cell she would punish him. He had to think quickly; his bladder demanded release. Then he thought of his bowl of water. Crawling across the floor of the cage he soon came in contact with the bowl spilling some of the water. His tongue was still too swollen to pull inside the ring gag. His plan was to drink the water and then piss in it. The water felt good to his dried out and swollen tongue but his drinking was much too slow for his bladder. So he tipped the bowl over with his nose and spilled the water out. Then he kneeled and tried to piss in the bowl. This was a lot harder to do then he thought. On his knees and with no hands he was not even coming close to hitting the bowl. He could not stop the flow. He managed to get only a little into the bowl. He was fearful of Tara finding this mess and tried sucking up water and piss alike. He tried to spread the puddles with his body in hope that they would dry faster and she would find no mess.
He lay on his side and again thought of his predicament. ‘I did nothing wrong to those bitches. They wanted what I gave them. They had the choice to say no. So now it was a crime to make a little extra money?’ Nicolas drifted into sleep.

Doubts and thoughts about her intentions keep rising and sinking to the surface in my slumber. They fail to take a concrete shape but they chase of the last shreds of fitful sleep from my mind. The relief of my climax is of short duration as it urges me to urinate now I am awake. I cannot hold any longer and my mind races furiously to find a solution. Desperately I drag myself to the bowl with water. I try to drink as much as I can before I can no longer control my bladder. I knock over the bowl and try to urinate into it. But I cannot direct the stream and I leak urine all over the place. In despair I look at the mess and I try to clean it by licking the floor clean. My progress is slow and I fear that that she may come in any minute. I drag and roll my body through the mess in the hope it will evaporate and soak into the concrete when it is smeared out. Why do I have to tolerate this suffering? Is it about those sluts I sold? They asked for it and all I did was making some money from the bitches who would have whored themselves into oblivion anyway. I try to ignore the smell of piss and manage to fall asleep in the end…
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I was out of my house the whole day and was anxious to get back and check on him. It was amazing what money will do. Even though I did most of the work to help the victims earlier, none of it could be put in motion until I controlled Nicolas’ fortune. So I accomplished a lot today and was feeling better about myself. I hope to save the twelve surviving women. I want them to be the first to see what I have planned for him.
I gather up a bag full of items to take down to the basement. He must have heard me coming for when I opened the door he was already standing at attention looking down at the floor. I take my time setting up a few things and then drag a chair over near his cage. I sit down slowly and say, “You may now kneel”. A sigh escapes him as he kneels grateful to be off of the blocks on his feet. I pull a steel bucket in front of me into his view. I reach into the bag I had bought down with me and pull out a pair of sharp looking scissors. I reach into the bag again, “what do we have here, it’s your passport”. Snip the passport is cut in two and discarded into the bucket. My hand reaches into the bag again, “look here is your driver’s license”. Snip the license is cut in half and dropped into the bucket. I look up and his piercing blue eyes are dark with anger. “Down!” It is all I have to say and his eyes drop to the bucket. “That infraction will cost you. Several credit cards, his birth certificate and other various forms of ID are cut up and thrown into the bucket. The clothes he was wearing are shredded and thrown in too. “Last but not least your cell phone”, I snap off the antenna and remove the battery and throw all but the battery into the bucket. I pull a small tin of lighter fluid from the bag and soak the contents of the bucket. He struggles feebly to free himself from his bonds. I light a match and throw it into the bucket. Flames erupt feeding on the bucket’s contents.
I watch his eyes fill with tears as he watches the flames consume his life. “Everything you have is gone now. You can’t even prove who you are. You are now completely dependent on me. I’ll decide when you’ll eat, drink, sleep, shit, piss, see, walk and speak. You are nothing without me. All off your money is mine. I am using it to help the poor girls you have abused. I even sold that great big penthouse of yours and donated its entire contents”. He is crying with rage. He uselessly struggles to be free. He tries to shout obscenities at me but only looks pitiful as drool drip out of his mouth and on to his smooth chest. “Oh, and when the money runs out, I will put you to work to pay my bills”, I laugh enjoying his torment.
“Ok now to let you in on the game plan for your training. First you need to get into better shape. We need to rid you of that lazy belly of yours. As you already know you will be kept on a strict diet. Dieting alone though won’t get you into the shape I want you in so I have designed a simple task to aid in your fitness. As you can see on the other side of the room there are five large stones. Each one weighs more then the next. The smallest stone is fifty pounds, the next is seventy five, the next is one hundred, the next is one hundred and twenty five and the biggest stone weighs a mere one hundred and fifty pounds. Each stone has a sensor attached to it and you must correctly place each stone in its reader to get credit for the move. A red light above the sensor will turn green once the stone is correctly placed. Once you have moved all five of the stones across the room that will count as a set. Since you still have the blocks on your feet and this is new to you, you will only have to do six sets in a day. The sensors are hooked into my computer upstairs so I can monitor your progress. There can be no cheating. When I see that your training is progressing and you stay out of trouble then I will remove the ‘shoes’ from your feet and lengthen the hobble chain. You must wear your ring gag for one month and for today I will add the double-sided dildo for my amusement”.
“You will also be intensely instructed in the art of pleasuring the female. As part of your on going punishment I will arouse you every chance I get but you will be given no release until I deem you worthy and that may be a long time from now”, a cold laugh escapes me.
I stand and put the chair back in its place. The fire has died and the bucket is cool enough to kick it out of the way. I unlock the cage, “out”, I command and he starts to crawl out of the cage. “On your feet! You are the one that would not kneel for me so now you can have your way and stay on your feet”. He stands, “to the centre of the room”, I bark. I look into the cage. “What is this mess?! Get back here and clean this up. Are you an animal? Pissing where you sleep and drink! Clean this up now!” I lash out at his ass with the single-tailed whip I was carrying. I continued to beat his ass as he attempted to lick the mess up he had made. I started to get excited again seeing the marks on his ass I had made and watching him suck up his own piss on my command. I felt my pussy juices start to flow. I stopped beating him before I could not stop. “You are pathetic. Next time this happens I will place a catheter in your dick”. I saw him wince at that remark. “Back to the centre of the room!”
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I have been awake for some time. I am wet and cold and nearly sick with the foul stench of my piss. My mind is blank until it catches the noise of the door being unlocked. I stand to attention. The spikes of the blocks cause me great pain but she ignores me and goes about putting a few things in front of my cell, together with some carrier bags she brought with her. Finally she allows me to kneel in front of her. My relief is short-lived as I see with mounting anger how she destroys all proof of my identity. She catches my glare and says that she will punish me for that. Immediately I look down as instructed but my helpless rage does not subside. I watch as she destroys my phone and adds it to the pile of torn-up papers and cards in the bucket on which she pours lighter fluid and holds a match to. Eager flames devour the last traces of my existence and I cry from anger and despair. She tells me what I know already: that I am completely dependent on her and that she shall decide every second of my life. Then, for the first time, she speaks about her motive, revenge for the things I did to the girls. I try to protest and scold her but I cannot produce any sound but some miserable sobs behind the ring gag. She mocks me and she revels in my misery…
She gives me the pointless task to roll, whilst restrained, some huge stones across the floor of my cell. She’ll monitor my progress and punish or reward me accordingly. She clearly stats that she wants to train my body but also to render me into a lowly slave, set to her satisfaction. I do not longer have the force or will to protest. I am no longer upset by the humiliation as she forces the double-sided dildo down my throat although it makes me wretch and it presses my maltreated tongue down, causing me constant pain.
For my disrespect I am punished by having to walk to the middle of the cell. Then she notices the mess I have made and she lashes out at me with the whip. She removes the dildo and makes me lick every puddle while she strikes out at me. The prospect that she shall force a catheter down my urinary tract makes me shiver with fear of the damage it may do and I continue to lick up the mess meekly, not taking heed of the blows on my exposed arse…
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He smelled of sweat and piss. I observed the bruising I had caused from the earlier beating. He had dried blood from his nose caused by my punch to his face. Then I notice the unthinkable; was that dried cum on his stomach? “Did you get yourself off last night?” His head is down and he starts to shake. My whip strikes him on the inside of his thigh, “I asked you a question, answer me!” He slowly nods yes a pleading moan behind the ring gag. “Well, I see you give me no choice. I thought it might be too cruel even for you to wear, but you asked for it”. I walk over to the shelf and grab a chastity device simply called the chastity pole. It is a cruel device.

For those readers unfamiliar with the chastity pole please read the following description taken from the excellent web site of Altarboy Chasitybelt site: www.tpe.com/~altarboy/ 
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Its a rigid steel pole, 1" in diameter, with a tiny little screw to make it longer or shorter, the chastity pole had 3 steel bands attached at equal distances along its length. These bands could be tightened, by means of small ratcheting hand screws, until they had a circumference not much bigger than a pencil. The bands could be released by means of a tiny key in the pole. They could not be loosened without the key. The idea was to attach the device to a man’s penis. The pole went in the back. The top band went around the penis, just under the head. The bottom is just above the balls. The middle band went, well in the middle. When the bands were tightened the penis was squeezed, preventing blood flow and enlargement. When they were tightened down close to minimum diameter, not much wider than a pencil, the male could not get hard, and could never achieve orgasm. In addition, if the male was sexually stimulated, the device could cause considerable pain. Pissing was possible but definitely no fun. A man, forced to wear a tightened chastity pole for a few days, would do most anything for the woman with the key. The real beauty of the device was in the pole extension screw. Even with a soft cock (the only kind a tightened device permitted) the pole could be extended, stretching the soft tissue to a nice length. The steel pole kept the soft cock stiff. The male could fuck, in fact, could fuck for a long, long time, giving his partner great pleasure, while he himself was never able to achieve erection, much less orgasm.
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I had bought this device in hopes of using it on him. Once I saw how cruel it was I was afraid to use it, but now he has forced me to use it and I find that I am delighted by this turn of events. I take his shrivelled cock in my hand and begin attaching the rings. I marvel at the finished product. I see tears of pain and shame drip onto his cheeks as a wail spews from the ring gag. I place a latex sheath over the device and his cock and it looks like he is wearing a big dildo. “I hope you suffer and never touch your cock again,” I coldly whisper through clenched teeth.
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When I am done I walk over to the centre of the cell again. In the light she must have seen the semen stains on me. She flies into a fury. On her questioning and in the light of the irrefutable evidence I confess my sin. She gets a metal device that she attaches to my dick by three rings that constrain my dick to the metal rod that runs parallel to it. When she has attached the device, she cruelly trails my cock with her finger. I cannot help to get aroused but my penis cannot erect and from my crotch only springs intense pain. She hides my contorted dick with a black latex cock balloon. I flinch at her rebuke that I would suffer and never touch my cock again…
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“You smell worst then a pig in his wallow. It is time to clean off the mess you made, you filthy pig!” I grab the leash that is still attached to his ball cuff and start to drag him towards the shower area. I walk fast to the shower and he has a hard time keeping up and muffles a protest through his gag. “Keep up or you will rip your balls off”, I say as I increase my pace. I attach the overhead chain to his collar and grin an evil grin as I realize how much pain is being inflicted on his feet right now. I grab a stiff brush and a bar of soap; “this will get that filthy cum off your body”. I scrub his body from head to toe until his skin is bright pink. A constant moan comes from his gagged mouth. I turn the cold water on to rinse him off and the moan becomes high pitch. His feet dance back and forth; I just laugh out loud at him. My pussy though is about to overheat; I am so turned on by his suffering.
After I turn off the water I allow him to kneel as the water drips from his battered body. It’s been almost a whole day since his last feeding so I take this opportunity to do it. Without warning I jam the funnel through the ring gag and start to pour the protein drink down his throat. He must have been really hungry since he has little difficulty keeping up with the flow.
I pull the funnel out and quickly replace it with the double-sided dildo. He looks at me in pain and anger. I hit him in the face with the back of my hand, “looking at me? You are not looking at me?” He shuts his eyes forcing tears out of them. He moans in pain as his swollen tongue is trapped again. I grab his ears and ride his face hard bringing myself to another big orgasm. I dismount him and look at him his face glistens with my pussy juice. He looks so ridiculous with the cock coming out of his mouth and his tongue coming out underneath the cock. I laugh at him and he reddens.
“Exercise time, go over and start moving the stones”. I watch him slowly shuffle toward the stones. Try as he might he can’t even move the smallest of the five stones. His chain needs to be lengthened for his arms to move better. “I am going to add links to your chain so you will be able to move the stones easier. If you act up in anyway I will keep your chain short and beat you with my whip until all the stones are moved. Do you understand me?” I crack my whip when he hesitates to answer. He nods his head yes. I add longer lengths to each arm and then remove the shorter links. As the last link is remove I see his body tense like he was about to attack but then he thinks better of it and shuffles to the smallest stone. I am a little disappointed.
I watch him move the first two stones with great difficulty. “I am leaving you now. You will be monitored. When you move the stones six times go back into your cage and await my return”. I leave him then to the sounds of grunts and moans. I leave the light on for him but I secure the door. There is no escape for him here.
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She attaches the leash to the ball cuff and drags me forcefully to the shower area. The pain to my balls is terrible but I cannot keep up with her pace on the blocks and with the short length of chain that links my ankles.
I stand uncomfortably on the blocks under the shower. She seems to want to scrape my skin of with the filth as she harshly scrubs my body with a hard brush and soap. My skin reddens and I moan in pain. When she turns on the shower and the cold water descends on my heated skin I scream in agony to her apparent delight.
When she is done I have to kneel and accept that the tube and funnel is forced down my throat. I am starving and accept keenly the liquid that she pours down it. The funnel is removed and she forces the dildo down my throat again. I am humiliated yet angry but she looks with glee at my predicament…
She orders me to move those stones across the floor. She adds some links to the chain to give me some more freedom to manage the stones. I feel that I can move my body more easily with the longer chains and I weigh my chances but I know I am weak and still too restricted. Meekly I obey her and start to move the smallest two of the stones. She watches my efforts for a while, then departs and locks the door. She leaves me in the blazing light that confronts me with the Tantalus task of moving these enormous stones when all strength has drained me.
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