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I let Liz lay crying, curled into a ball on the ground after I pulled out of her. Sobs racked her slender frame, shaking her entire body. She closed her leg immediately after I moved from between them and I doubted anything but force was going to open them soon. That was fine with me as I was drained after finally getting to enjoy her body to its fullest. I put my clothes back on and decided what I wanted to do with her, I couldn’t leave her laying on the ground forever. I needed her to regain her composure I realized after a minutes. Currently I could do whatever I wanted but her mind wasn’t there, she was almost on autopilot. Anything I did to her now would be like doing it to another person, but if I gave her time to recover, regain a little of herself, then I would be violating her again, not just a body on auto pilot.
I stepped over to her a pulled her up into a sitting position. She was still crying but didn’t struggle, didn’t even try and fight. I left her arms handcuffed behind her back but held her head to my chest.
“It's ok now Liz, you did what you were told. You won’t go back to the basement. That’s good isn’t it,” I told her softly. I didn’t want to scare her, not just yet at least.
“Yes, it’s better than the basement,” she responded sniffling. Fewer and fewer tears escaped from her eyes as I held her, caressing her softly. It took a while but she finally regained a small bit of herself and she relaxed against me. I left her get comfortable for a moment before I stood and pulled her to her feet as well. I grabbed her leash and lead her into the kitchen before I had Liz sit down on a chair and relax. She wasn’t completely comfortable being nude and her hands behind her back but she still looked much more comfortable. I knew she was thirsty and starving so I looked into the fridge and found what I wanted. I pulled a bottle of water out and a few strips of uncooked bacon. I turned the stove on and placed the bacon beside it while I grabbed the water and turned to Liz. She gazed longingly at the water as I approached, almost with hope in her eyes.
“Are you thirsty?” I asked, holding the bottle of water to her. She nodded so I opened the water and walked next to her. I took one hand and turned her face up and slowly began to pour water into her mouth. She remained motionless while I left the water flow into her mouth. I didn’t stop until she had drunk the whole water bottle. I knew she was still extremely thirsty but I turned my back on her and walked to the stove. The pan was hot now so I placed the bacon in it and listened to the sizzle. It only took a few moments for the smell of grease to fill the room. My mouth started water and I had already eaten that day, so I knew Liz must be in agony. She hadn’t eaten in days but I could hear her smelling the air behind me. I turned and simply looked at her, daring her to ask for the food. She remained motionless but her eyes couldn’t leave the cooking food. I smiled, she wasn’t going to be fed now, she wasn’t going to be fed for awhile but that was something only I knew.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, gesturing at the deliciously smelling food. She nodded her head, almost not trusting herself to speak. “I’ll give you some if you keep behaving” I informed her. Those words were all it took for her to snap from watching the food to watching me. Her mind was working now and I doubted she would make the same mistake as last time. She had said she would do anything to escape the basement and got raped for it, she would not say the same thing for the food cooking slowly in the pan. I knew I could play with her, but I wanted her to be forced to watch the food and smell it longer before I started playing. “Do you need to use the rest room?” I inquired. The bathroom was right next to the kitchen and I wanted her to be thinking of the bacon cooking so I lost nothing by allowing her this small break.
“Yes” she responded quickly. The last time she had gone to the bathroom was when she pissed herself in the basement overnight and she apparently didn’t want a repeat of that again. I picked up her leash and led her to the door in the hallway next to the kitchen. I opened it up and motioned her into the small room. I stepped in to the rest room after her and I heard a quick intake of breath from her. She didn’t know what I was going to do but a terrified expression adorned her face. I stepped close to her and spun her around. I enjoyed the view of her but as I grabbed hold of her wrist. It only took a moment to undo the handcuff and spin her around. I then took the arm that was still handcuffed and raised it to her neck, attaching the free cuff to the circle on her collar. I didn’t want to help her in the bathroom but I couldn’t leave her unchained, so I compromised by giving her one free arm. With her one hand secure to her neck I stepped out of the room.
“Hurry up and go to the bathroom, I’ll be right outside” and stepped out of the small room. The few moments alone in the bathroom I didn’t know what would go through her head, but she would be forced to think, forced to look at herself in the mirror. I gave her plenty of time in the bathroom, standing by the door to make sure she didn’t try and run out but I wanted her to take her time. The smell of bacon continued to fill the room and I was starting to get hungry. The sound of the toilet filling and sink being used let me knew she was almost done in the bathroom, but she didn’t emerge. I smiled, letting her try and hide in the bathroom. It didn’t matter how long she spent in there, I was going to have my fun with her and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it. I was trying to think of another good way to humiliate her, and I finally came up with my idea. I doubted Liz was in a hurry to come out of the bathroom so I snuck away quietly. I looked around for the bag of items I had bought earlier and I found it quickly. I grabbed the bag and the other toys spread in the living room and moved to the kitchen table. I placed the large dildo and small vibrator next to each other; the nipple clamps, chain, and weights were placed next to vibrators, the small butt plug was placed next, and the gag was placed on their last. After the table was arranged I walked back to the stove, took the bacon off and placed it in a plate, the aroma still filling the room. With a last look around the room I walked to the bathroom and walked in, startling Liz who was staring into the mirror, her arms wrapped around her own shoulders. I didn’t say anything, just grabbed the leash and started walking from the bathroom. She followed after only one quick pull of the leash and was startled by the new toys I had placed in the kitchen. I sat her down at the kitchen table again, not mentioning the new changes. Once she was seated I walked back by the stove and picked up the food. Standing in front of her I slowly began to eat. Her eyes were riveted on me, ignoring even the table. It only took me a few moments to eat but it must have been an eternity to Liz. Once I finished I placed the plate in the sink and gazed back at her. Once our eyes made contact she quickly looked away, still fearful, but much more mindful than she had before.
“Which of these toys do you think we should play with now?” I asked Liz. My voice betrayed no emotion, or none of the irony of asking a kidnapped girl which toy she wanted to violate her body with next.
“What?” escaped her mouth, shocked by the question? Apparently she hadn’t thought I would ask for her opinion; just tell her what to do. I wanted more than that though, I wanted her to question everything that I did to her, and I wanted her involved in every act of degradation and humiliation. She was going to be my active partner in her own debasement and there was nothing she could do about it.
“What toy do you what to be used on your body next?” I asked, clearing up my question. Shock and fear showed on Liz’s face. I had just informed her she wasn’t done being used for the day, and she was going to have to pick one of the instruments used on her body. “Pick quickly or you’re not going to like my choice” I informed her, letting a little anger into my voice.
“The small vibrator” she answered slowly, fear filling her voice. It was the only toy I’d used on her so far, and she thought that the littlest of all the evils arrayed before her. I smiled after she made her choice; it was what I had expected.
“Good, I’m sure you’ll have some fun with that little toy again. Will play with these as well, since you hadn’t had the pleasure of using these” I said, picking of the nipple clamps, chain, and small weights. Liz didn’t say anything, only looking at the objects in my hands with terror, since she had no idea what they were. Too her, they just looked painful. “Pick up your vibrator, since that’s the toy you’ve chosen” I ordered Liz. I then picked up her leash and started walking towards the living room. She followed quickly, holding the small vibrator in her hand. Once we got into the living room I had Liz place the vibrator on the ground and stepped directly in front of Liz. “Were going to play a game,” I informed her. “You’re going to put on a show for me with that little toy of yours. You already know what happens if you misbehave, so I’m sure I’ll enjoy the show.” I then took the hand handcuffed to her collar and undid it, reattaching it to her other hand in front of her. That left Liz standing naked, nothing but a collar tightly encircling her neck and handcuffs tight on her wrists. I walked over to the stereo, started playing a song and sat down on the couch, waiting to see what she would do.
She stood there timidly, trying to cover he nakedness but at the same time looking at me, trying to find a way out of this. She had no desire to dance for me, yet there I sat, waiting on the couch for her to begin. I knew she wouldn’t begin without any encouragement, but I wanted to see her squirm for a few moments. When she failed to do anything but stand there, I stood sharply, displeasure on my face.
“I tried, but apparently you can’t follow orders. You were given very simple instructions and you couldn’t follow them.” Liz dropped to her knees hearing these words, terrified that I would hurt her. She was correct but not the way she imagined. I grabbed the nipple clamps on the table and pulled Liz up from the ground by her hair. Begging, she pleaded for me not to hurt her but I took the clamp and forced it onto her nipple. She moaned in agony as the clamp bit into the sensitive flesh, the sharp teeth were forced deep. I snapped the other one on immediately after and connect the loose chain between the two. I held her arms as she writhed, unaccustomed to this particular torture. Once she calmed I grabbed her hair and forced her face near mine. “Put on a show like I told you, or this is going to get much worse. “ Throwing her down after I yelled at her, I sat back on the couch and looked at Liz, clearly waiting for her to fulfill my order.
Liz stood unsteadily, she looked at the clamps and clearly wanted to remove them but was smart enough not to. She began to sway as the song changed to a fast tempo rap song. Graceful was not the word I would use for her performance but she was beautiful, the dark collar contrasted with her tanned skin, the handcuffs forcing her arms together and now the gold chain dancing between her breast. My cock was throbbing again and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her, but I restrained myself.
“Don’t forget about your toy” I reminded her, pointing to the small vibrator on the floor. She knew what I wanted her to do with it and picked it up with a shaking arm. She resumed her sway but this time her hands hovered in front of her shaved pussy, the small vibrator now running up and down her cunt. “Keep moving” I barked, as she had stopped and was simply standing there. Her swaying began again and she circled through the room. It was pathetic to watch, her shaky movements, her hands pushing the vibrator against her cunt. I stood halfway through the song, grabbed one of the weights and attached it too the chain. Liz almost screamed as the forced the nipple clamps to pull sharply on her breast. “Make it look good, or I’ll add more weight” I said before sitting back down.
Her dancing got remarkable better with the weight swinging between her breasts. She tried to minimize the amount of swinging she did because the weight would sway, making her breast hurt more, but she knew a better dance was more important because otherwise weight would be added. I was almost mesmerized as she moved around the room. The first song ended and another one came one but I made no motion to stop her so Liz continued. It only took a few more moments till the smells of Liz’s arousal begin to become detectable in the room. I let her continue or a bit longer, the smell becoming stronger until I could tell it was becoming hard for her, she clearly wanted to just stand still and push the vibrator as hard as she could into her clit, yet she continued dancing. I stepped up to her and grabbed her hair tightly in one hand, my other hand grabbing the vibrator from her slender fingers and pushing it hard against her cunt. She gasped; looking at me as I held her while the vibrator continued its work.
“Do you want to come?” I asked as I pushed the vibrator hard against her. She bucked and twisted as the vibrator continued its work.
“No” she gasped out in response. Her lying to me enraged me
“No, No. You don’t want to cum? You lying little whore” I yelled at her while pulling her hair tighter in my hand. A moan escaped her mouth and she quickly tried to respond but I cut her off. “You stand in front of me, moaning in pleasure, the smell of your dirty cunt on the air and you have the nerve to lie to me and tell me you don’t want to cum. You’re going to regret this you dumb bitch.” I was furious and Liz was going to pay. I used her hair to pull her through the kitchen. I threw open the basement door and dragged her kicking and screaming down the rickety wooden stairs. I grabbed hold of Liz’s handcuffs and undid one, spun her around and resnapped them behind her back. Using her arms as a lever I forced Liz to bend over at the waist and forced her to walk back to her feared corner with the shower head. I grabbed the bike chain on the ground and threaded it through her handcuffs and then looped it around the shower head. I tighten it before I snapped the lock shut, forcing Liz to remain bent over at the waist, her arms held up directly straight as the chain pulled them towards the shower head. Her legs were extended straight, trying to relive the strain on her arms and shoulders but the chain was unforgiving. Adding to her pain was the weight attached to the nipple clamp’s chain, hanging down her from chest. The weight swung freely now, painfully pulling on her nipples, stretching them out. Leaving her crying I walked up stairs, grabbed my bag and the vibrator and returned to Liz. Another weight was added to her nipple clamps prompting a scream. I then took the vibrating dildo and shoved it deep between her legs, this time though I turned it on high knowing it would torment her. To add to her humiliation I took the butt plug, forced her ass cheeks apart and shoved it into her tight ass. She screamed long as the butt plug forced her to a new low. The gag followed, I was done hearing her scream for the day. To top it all off I took the duct tape out and covered her cunt and ass, making sure the dildo wouldn’t be forced out.
I stepped back to enjoy my work and my dick throbbed at the picture. Liz was bent over; her arms forced straight up in the air by the bike chain, the heavy weights pulled on her nipples and swung freely, the duct taped made a nice chastity belt holding the toys deep in her body. It was her face though that captured my attention, it was partially blocked with her tangled hair hanging down in front of her face but I could see enough. Her mouth was stuffed with a ball bag, secured tightly around the back of her head, tears poured down from her eyes, filled with despair as they stared at me pleading, mixing with drool that escaped from the corner of her mouth. I stepped up close to her and bent down, using my fingers to lift her chin up.
“Hope you enjoyed yourself today, you’re going to be down here for awhile” I told her, and walked away.
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