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JUST A FICTIONAL STORY. NOT BASED ON REAL PEOPLE, EVENTS, OR LOCATIONS. NOT A PLAN OF ANY FORM.
Chapter Ten
Sara remained in the room where the man had left her, stooping over the big pink dog bowl. Her captor had removed the ball from her mouth, she knew, but it still felt as though it was lodged firmly behind her teeth. She must have had it in her mouth for so long that her jaw muscles had cramped up and were now locked open, but she hoped it wouldn’t be that way for long. As she stood on all fours she tried her best to work her lower jaw from left to right, as if it were a hinge that she could slowly work. But every time she attempted to close her mouth her jaw muscles met fierce resistance and a searing pain shot through her mouth and neck. She prayed to God that he wouldn’t put the ball back after giving her water.
It had been a few minutes, and Sara began to wonder where her strange kidnapper had run off too. He said he was going to get her something to help her drink water, and she couldn’t help but wonder what he would show up with. She hoped it would be perhaps just a short step stool that he would put the bowl of water on so that she could get at it. The bowl of water was low to the ground, and her collar didn’t permit her enough movement to get her face all the way to it. If her jaw wasn’t locked open as it were, she could have sipped at it. Sara was beginning to get desperate. She had no way of telling how long she’d been without water, she couldn’t even tell if it was night or day now. But she knew that her throat was parched and her tongue was dry as sand paper. She could even hear that her voice was raspy with every shallow breath that she took. Her waist belt and collar were continuing to hinder her breathing.
She couldn’t stand waiting for the man to return, she had to drink! Perhaps this was some fucked up torture he’d come up with. He put water so close that she could touch it but had no way of drinking it. That had to be it. Sara thought of biting his leg when he returned but decided against it. He would only put that wretched ball back in her mouth to keep her from biting again, and he would probably beat her again too.
Waiting for him to come back was proving fruitless, so Sara decided to attempt drinking from the pink bowl again. Just as before, she managed to get her chin into the water deep enough to stick her tongue out and lap at the lukewarm water, but she couldn’t get it deep enough to allow the water to flow over her lower lip and into her gaping mouth. Sara let out a long wail of frustration as she continued to attempt to force her face deep enough to the water to allow herself a drink. If she could just get a little she would be happy, but it was impossible. Her jaw was held open so sturdily that she may as well have still had that ball buckled into her head. But Sara wasn’t willing to give up. She would keep trying until he came back, or until her face relaxed and finally allowed her to close her mouth enough to drink.
Sara didn’t think much of how she must look- on all fours with her ass in the air and her face pressed harshly into a pink dog bowl, letting out screeches and grunts as she tried desperately to get a sip of water. When one angle failed her she would turn to one side or the other, attempting to twist her whole head and body to get at the water in her bowl. The unwilling puppygirl tried half a dozen different ways to get her prize, but to no avail. Her pigtails would occasionally drift into the bowl as she tried different angles, leaving her hair dripping wet.
She continued to squeal and howl every time she failed, and her face had become red with anger.
“I said I was coming back, Girl” she heard from behind her. Sara shot up from the bowl and turned herself around to face the direction of the door. The man stood there holding a big blue container in his arms, staring down at her with a cheerful little smirk on his lips. “You’ve got some real fight in you, ya know that Girl?” The man entered the room with the big plastic container, slowing down only to kick the door shut behind himself. “But don’t you worry, Cutie-Pie” he continued, “we’re gonna break ya.” He carried the container over to the far side of the room, and put it down against the wall.
“What’s in this box is going to allow you to drink.... but you’re not gonna like it.” With that the man clicked the cover off the container and tossed it aside. He then began to rummage through the contents of the container, and pulled out some strange metal contraption. It looked like some kind of oval-shaped rack made of hollow tubing, which he stood up against the wall.The thing reminded her vaguely of a miniature jungle-jim, only there was a wide opening in the center.
Next the man pulled out a pair of oval shaped metal plates with wide openings in their centers. One of the plates was was a great deal larger than the other. He placed them into the open center of the rack like shelves. The larger shelf went up high near the top of the rack, and he placed the smaller shelf it little bit lower than the middle. Sara watched with intrigue and anxiety as the man worked. Whatever her kidnapper was building, it didn’t look very much like something that she could drink from.
The man pulled a big brown envelope from the container and dumped its contents out onto the mats. There were nuts and bolts and a pair of small locks which he began to use to fasten the shelves to the tall, metal rack. He finally stood up and took a step back from the strange mini jungle-jim. When he stood up, she saw that it was actually very big. The top of the rack almost came up to his chest. He took the two little locks and placed them on the shelf. Sara noticed then that the side of the shelves facing outward had small hinged and hasps on them, so they could be swung open to allow something to be locked into it. Was he going to lock her into this thing?
“I bet you want to see how this works, don’tcha Pup?” he asked her with a mischievous smile. “Wait here one more second, it’ll come to ya.”
Then man turned and left the room again, but didn’t bother to close the door behind himself. He only went as far as the next room, which was too dark for Sara to see. She stood on all fours fearing was he was planning, mouth agape and her pigtails still dripping. The man came back in no time at all, only he was carrying a big ten gallon jug of water. He carried it over to the mini jungle jim and put it in place and locked it up. Now for some reason though, her captor was being careful to block the contraption from her view. Sara’s curiosity peaked but she didn’t dare move to see what he was doing. He pulled the plastic tub closer to himself and rummaged through it once more and continued to work on his mysterious device. Sara realized that he had meant it when he told her she wouldn’t enjoy this, but she was willing to do just about anything to get some water.
At last the man stood up and took a step back from the contraption that he seemed so proud of. As he revealed it and Sara finally got to see what it was, her eyes went wide with shock. If her jaw wasn’t already locked wide open, it would have dropped. The mini jungle-jim was nothing more than a very sturdy rack to hold a water jug upside down, and to keep it locked into place. But there below the bottom shelf Sara saw it. Where the spout of the jug fed into a new piece to the device. Now there was no spout. Instead, the ten gallon jug fed into some type of big metal spigot with a valve. From there protruded a six inch long phallus made of black rubber. Towards the base of the long dildo there was a metal ring, which was free-floating and connected to the valve by short piece of metal.
“Come here, Puppy” the man commanded her. But Sara couldn’t obey that command. She wouldn’t go close to that thing. She couldn’t! “If you want water you will come here” he told her, but Sara remained still. She couldn’t stop looking at the rubber dildo as it drooped down from the water jug. “If you want water, you had better come and get it yourself.... and if you don’t I’m going to come over there and fucking make you” he said.
She imagined his strength and how scary he was when he was mad. He would scream in her face and throttle her, and beat her bottom red again if she didn’t do as she was told. His threats weren’t empty, she knew, so Sara reluctantly crawled over to the watering machine.
“Good Girl” he cooed down to her as she made her way over to him. “Park yourself front and center.” Sara did as he commanded and squared herself up with the giant black penis, seeing now that it was at the same height as her face. Up close she saw that in the center there was a small opening to a hose.
“Have you ever sucked cock before, Puppy?” he asked her? Sara replied with a frenzied shake of her head, but refused to look up at him. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes again. Truly she had never sucked on a penis before, or anything else for that matter. She’d actually only seen a penis on one occasion, and she refused to allow it inside her. If he was going to force her into this... then it was only a matter of time before he claimed her virginity as well. Sara felt heat flash through her as she braced for what was to come.
“It’s your first time then, so I’ll let you go slow. At first. Get that mouth of yours around that big black cock, Girl.” Sara acted immediately, and forced her gaping mouth around the rubber dildo. It tasted terrible and filled up her mouth, but she had barely taken in two inches of it. How much would she have to force into her mouth before he would let her drink?
“Deeper, Girl” he told her. “Keep pushing that cock down, you don’t get any water until you do.” Sara felt beyond humiliated. Being kidnapped and dressed up was degrading. Being forced to act like a dog was embarrassing. But being forced to suck a massive black dildo for a drink of water was her breaking point. Sara broke down in tears and let out a screech with the rubber dick still in her mouth. Her salty tears nearly exploded from her eyes and streamed down her face, and mucus began to funnel out of her nostrils as well.
“I don’t give a flying fuck how hard you cry, Bitch” he shouted. “You’re going to suck that fucking cock and you’re going to get watered.” The man stood behind her and placed his right shin up against her bare buttocks and pussy, and stood as firmly as he could. No matter how hard Sara tried, she couldn’t back up. She couldn’t get the rubber penis out of her mouth. “Inch forward, Bitch.” Sara did as he told her and pressed forward. “Relax your throat and let that cock in.” Again, Sara followed her orders and tried her best to let the rubber cock slide down her throat. It was so deep now that it was impossible to breathe, and she was running out of time before she would pass out.
“Get your lips to that metal ring near the base. Come on Puppy Girl you can do it. Get your sweet lips to just touch it and I’ll let you breathe.” The incentive to get air did the trick, motivating Sara to make the last short push to the ring near the bottom of the metal valve. The rubber cock completely filled her mouth and throat by the time she reached the ring. As her lips pressed up against the ring, Sara felt a spurt of cool liquid shoot down the back of her throat. The unexpected spurt of water caught her off guard and instigated a coughing fit as she was slowly allowed to back off of the rubber dildo.
Sara continued to cough and gag as her captor stooped down beside her, resting his right hand on the back of her head.
“You see that, Puppy?” he said with a smile. “I knew that you could do it. Now, you’d best get used to this machine... This is how you drink water from now on.” Sara was afraid of his smile. How could this man force her to do something so vile and be happy about it? “Like you saw, when you press the ring at the end of the Watering-Cock a little bit of water comes out. But it’s only a little bit. If you want more, you have to back off and then press it again. Go ahead and give it a shot.”
Sara did as he told her and put her gaping mouth onto the Watering-Cock once again, taking in as much as her little mouth would allow. The rubber cock felt slippery and warm as she ran her tongue around its wide shape. Just as it had been before, it was difficult to take in more than just a few inches of the hose. But Sara did as she was ordered before and relaxed her throat to allow more cock in. She could imagine her self-proclaimed Master standing up behind her watching her guzzle down the cock. He was probably thinking of raping her. How could he not? Sex was obviously one of his reasons for taking her, that was clear now.
Sara’s lips reached the metal ring again, and again she felt the spurt of cool water shoot down her throat. She almost went into another coughing fit but she did her best to ignore it and just continue. Sara backed the fake cock out of her mouth about an inch and then forced it back down to push the ring again. She did it again two more times, but then had to back herself off farther in order to allow herself a breath of air. But once she caught her breath Sara was right back at it to get as much water as she could get. She couldn’t decide if she hated the Watering-Cock because she was forced to suck dick for water, or because it denied her the satisfaction of having cool water fill her mouth and run over her tongue. The only remedy she could find was to run her tongue along the length of the black cock, which had become moist with water and her saliva. She drank like that for a good five minutes; sucking down the dick a few times then taking a few seconds for a breather, then repeating. But the man finally came up behind her and grabbed her around her waist and tugged her off the Watering-Cock.
“I know you love the cock now, but we don’t want you throwing up all over the place now do we?” Sara looked up at the man with pain in her eyes, she had to drink water. She also needed to eat, she was starving. But the man met her gaze with his own cold stare, frightening her. “Walk on over to the cage” he commanded her. Sara immediately did so as he walked over to the metal cabinets and opened one up.
“Besides, we’ve still got some work to do.”
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