by Lacey Kane
That thought led to some very unpleasant other thoughts about the shots he’d injected in me and how effective they might be.
My lips were nearly forced to stretch to accommodate him, and after only a couple of minutes of back and forth, up and down, licking, slurping, sucking action, my jaw hurt from being forced open so wide.
I let out a little inadvertent moan from my discomfort.
He shifted his hips closer to me and put a hand on the back of my hair, pulling me down onto him so far that my eyes watered. The head of his cock was bumping against the back of my throat, flirting with my gag reflex, and my instinct was to rear back…but the way he had me strapped in and with his hand on my head, that wasn’t a possibility. He couldn’t seriously expect me to take him into my throat again, could he? After he’d used that shot, and he was so big I could barely handle sucking him?
Some obnoxious music from a commercial came on, like a dance club sort of thing, and he lifted his hips up off the chair to thrust into my mouth. I started to gag, unable to control my response, as he delved deeper into me. My jaw revolted against the attack and I accidentally bit down on him somewhat.
His hand fisted into my hair and he jerked my head back so fast and hard my collar tightened around my throat. I gasped for air, and he slapped me hard across the cheek with his other hand.
“No teeth.” Still, there was no emotion in his tone. “If you use teeth on me again, I swear to you, you’ll regret it. You will not enjoy your punishments, slave.”
I was crying and still trying to catch my breath when he slammed his cock into my mouth again and started thrusting with all the fury that was lacking in his voice. Both of his hands held my head down, and even though I gagged, I somehow refrained from biting him again.
“Swallow,” he commanded after several minutes of his incessant pace, finally slowing.
I tried to swallow, working the muscles in my throat even though they didn’t want to cooperate. His head pushed into my throat, stretching the walls to the limit. He kept pushing and kept pushing, and I continued to swallow even though I was sure my throat would burst open at any moment. It wasn’t made to handle something that size, that much was for sure.
My lungs were on fire and I was getting frantic for air, but still he kept pushing into me. Somehow, and I swear I still don’t understand it, I managed to accept him. All of him.
He held tight to the back of my head with one hand, keeping my nose pressed into his groin, his balls tight against my chin. With his other hand, he massaged my throat. “Keep swallowing. It squeezes my cock in a delightful way.”
Despite my lack of air and the tears pouring freely down my cheeks, I kept working my throat muscles around him. It did eventually get somewhat easier, but it never felt natural.
When he finally pulled out, I gulped in as much air as I could just before he pressed all the way in again.
“Now suck,” he ordered.
It took me a few tries to determine just how on earth to suck when his dick was filling me like that, but I finally figured it out.
I’d been deep throating his cock for longer than the longest blow job I’d ever given in my life, alternating between the swallowing and the sucking, when I realized it was no longer news I was hearing, but some sort of porno. He pulled out of my throat and fucked my mouth in that frenzied pace he had used earlier.
We kept alternating between the two, fast face fucking and deep throating, back and forth, back and forth through not only one porn movie, but three…and still, he hadn’t come. Good god, that shot he gave himself was insane. My jaw felt like it was locked into this permanently open position, I’d never felt more pain than I was experiencing in my knees, and I had been crying so hard and for so long that I was sure half of the moisture coating his cock was a combination of my own tears and snot more so than saliva.
Finally, he turned off the TV. Putting both of his big, strong hands on either side of my head, he thrust his hips up into me fast and hard. I felt the tightening of his sac and the lengthening of his cock just before he shot stream after stream of cum down my throat.
I swallowed as much of the thick, salty stuff as I could, but there was so much that it dribbled out of my mouth and slipped down my chin. Finally, I could work my jaw and relax the muscles.
“You will practice this every night until you please me,” he said indifferently.
I’d never felt so infuriated by anything someone had said in my life. After all that, I hadn’t pleased him? My eyes shot up to him, fury surely evident in my glare. “Maybe if I wasn’t in so much pain I could satisfy you better,” I grumbled.
The back of his hand came across my cheek so fast I couldn’t prepare myself for it. “Slaves do not decide the conditions of their service. If I want you to experience pain, you had better believe you will experience pain.”
I fought back the fresh wave of tears fighting their way forward, but not without a massive effort.
Moments later, he was undoing all the locks and latches holding me in place. My body collapsed to the ground once I was no longer held up by my bonds, but I wasn’t granted long in reprieve.
He hooked the leash back onto my collar and stood, then tugged, pulling me awkwardly forward so I was forced to crawl or be dragged through the room.
“Time for bed, slave.”
Bed. Sleep. Rest for my weary, aching muscles and joints. The lure of such a promise was so great that I crawled more quickly than I thought I’d be able to in following him through a different hallway.
He turned twice, and then opened a door at the end of what felt like a mile-long hall. A gigantic bed filled the center of the room, easily a California king set low to the ground on a platform. Luxurious, black silk bedding covered it, and my mouth nearly watered at the thought of spending the night in such decadence.
He pulled me fully inside and shut the door behind us, and only then did I take a look at the rest of the room. More crazy-looking chairs and lounges were scattered strategically around, but it was the contraptions situated along the wall of windows that caused my heart to stop. In the center stood a wooden cross. To its left was what appeared to be a variation on a saw horse like you might find in a wood workshop. On the right, though, was a metal cage—like a dog crate—but with bars bent and twisted in such a way that there would be no room to wiggle at all.
It was the cage he led me toward. He unlatched a series of locks and lifted the top free, setting it on the floor beside him. Then he pulled on my leash until I stood.
“Step in,” he said.
When I didn’t immediately comply, he took a fistful of my hair and jerked me forward. I lifted one foot in and then the other, settling them where he directed me to. I’d barely gotten them into place before he was pushing me down, forcing my body into place.
He tugged my arms down and forward, settling them into caged tunnels before flipping a lock into place over my wrists.
Next, he pulled up hard on my collar, forcing me to elongate my neck. He released the leash and immediately replaced it with a new lock that was part of the cage, keeping my head up and back. A new gag was pushed between my teeth and locked behind my head.
I expected him to put the top of the cage over me then, but I should have learned not to have expectations.
A steel bar came down over my waist, pushing it down and forcing my back into a horrible arch. I couldn’t lower my hips at all because of the shape of the curves. One at a time, each of my legs was lifted up and out and back, until my knees were once again lower than any other part of me, bent at a crazy angle. Metal restraints locked over my thighs, keeping them wide enough for a solid fucking session if it wasn’t for the metal underwear, then my knees and ankles.
Finally, at that point, he lifted the top of the cage back into place, fastening the series of locks. Not that they mattered at this point. The top was redundant to keeping me in place.
I thought he was done, then.
I was wrong.
He tossed a heavy, black blanket over the top of my cage, blocking my ability to see out.
“Sleep tight,” he said, his voice oddly cheerful. It was a rare moment of hearing any sort of emotion out of him at all.
But there was no chance in hell I’d be able to sleep. Not like that.
I did somehow fall asleep like that—don’t ask me how—but I awoke to the sounds of sex coming from somewhere in the room with me.
But it wasn’t just sex. It was kinky, grunting, screaming, slapping, thwacking sex. Hard and fast. Loud. Really, really fucking loud. Only…I couldn’t smell it. I doubted the blanket blocking my vision would also block my ability to smell sex like that, but who knew?
Almost despite myself, I wanted it. I wanted to be part of it. My breasts felt swollen and achy and needy, and my ass and pussy were clenching for something to fill them, and I could nearly scream with my own need for something—anything—to touch my clit. The effects of my shots seemed to have intensified even more since last night, but it was hard to be certain without something touching me, something filling me.
None of that mattered, though, because I was chained up in that stupid cage, with metal underwear covering my sensitive parts and a huge blanket tossed over me.
All I could do was listen and dream.
After a few minutes, I realized it wasn’t just a single man and woman having sex. There might have been more than one woman, I couldn’t really be sure, but I heard definitive grunting noises from at least three different men, possibly more.
My pussy felt like it was leaking, I was so wet from the sounds in the room, and I let out a little moan. I probably shouldn’t have done that, though, because it just caused a huge stream of drool to drip down my chin.
But then I heard footsteps coming toward me, and the blanket flew back. It was definitely morning, because sunlight was streaking in through the window, blinding me.
“Good morning, slave. I thought we’d enjoy a film before our ablutions and breakfast.” He turned my cage so that I was staring straight at the bed, and then I noticed the massive TV screen on the opposite wall.
A porno was playing. Some blonde with huge tits and red streaks covering her skin was tied up and being pounded into hard. From the close-ups, I could see that she had two cocks in her pussy and a third in her ass. And they were fucking her roughly, one of them holding both hands around her throat and choking while they forced their massive cocks deep inside her over and over again.
She was screaming out her orgasm, much like I had yesterday, and then she passed out. But still, they kept thrusting into her again and again and again.
The scene faded just as the doorbell in the penthouse rang. My owner, I guess you could call him, had been standing next to the bed naked, stroking his huge cock the whole time. Then left me there to watch what would happen.
When the new scene started, the busty blonde was straddling a wooden A-frame, much like the sawhorse-like contraption in this room. The top rail was pointed at a sharp angle, which was biting up into her pussy and ass.
As the camera moved, I saw cords coming down out of her and heard a buzzing sound, so they had put vibrators up inside her before positioning her like that.
Her ankles were bound to her thighs, and ropes had been drawn through the bend of her knees. Those were tied to steel rings in the floor. Then the camera panned up, revealing arms bound tightly behind her back, a collar attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling to keep her upright, and clamps on her nipples. A chain connected the two clamps, and every few seconds, someone or something was tugging hard on that chain, tightening them until it looked like the clamps might bite her nipples completely off.
As sick as the idea of all that made me feel, I couldn’t deny the fact that the pool of moisture building in my sex was only continuing to grow and no matter what, I couldn’t look away.
Well, not until he came back into the bedroom. But he wasn’t alone. Some petite little brunette with a gorgeous rack and a maid’s uniform followed him into the room. He winked at me as she smirked at my predicament, then proceeded to remove all of her clothes. Without him saying a word, she bent over the edge of the bed, putting her arms up above her head.
He pulled up on a chain at the side of the bed near her hands, then cuffed both of her wrists to it. Then he moved to the other side, pulling each of her legs up and out one at a time, latching her ankles into place along the headboard and footboard, leaving her in a spread eagle position on her belly, her pussy and ass bared to my view. As if that wasn’t enough, he took a pillow from nearby, a strange, angled one, and pushed it beneath her hips so they were at a better height for…well, for fucking.
With no further preparation, he thrust his huge, hard cock deep into her cunt and started fucking her as hard as he’d fucked my throat last night.
In seconds, she was squealing, her sounds and his grunts melding with the pained panting of the chick in the porno in a way that only fueled my desire and my jealousy. Who was this maid, and why was he fucking her when he could fuck me? He’d spent a million dollars just for that purpose, supposedly, yet he still hadn’t fucked me. Well, he’d fucked my mouth and throat, but not my pussy and not my ass. And, damn it, I wanted him to.
But I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could do was watch, envy rising in my belly even as my juices filled my metal panties.
The porn flick had ended with multiple screaming orgasms for the blonde chick while one guy fucked her hard in the ass and the other two flogged her front side, and still my owner was pounding into the squealing maid. He was thrusting into her so hard and so fast, surely he had to be tearing her to shreds internally. But her squeals were of the orgasmic variety, not the pained variety, which only made me more desperate to feel him inside me.
After a good half hour or more, he finally shot his cum into her and pulled back. “Lie there and rest for a while, Mary. I’m sure you need it. I’ll release you to do your work after I deal with my slave.”
He sauntered over to stand before me, and I couldn’t help but realize that his still hard, glistening cock was bobbing at the perfect level for me to suck, were it not for the gag still in my mouth. But he didn’t remove my gag.
Instead, he set to work removing all the locks and latches holding me in place. When he lifted me out of the cage and set me on my feet, my muscles collapsed beneath me and I fell in a heap to the floor.
“You must build up your stamina,” he said in his usual dispassionate tone. “We will begin your training regimen today.”
Then he lifted me into the air, tossed me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, and carried me into that same bathroom from yesterday.
The grooming process went on in the exact same fashion, minus the shots, thank god. While he had my metal underthings off me, I looked down and realized my nipples and clit were insanely taut, red, engorged, as large as I’d ever seen them and then some. I wanted to touch them, to see if I could get myself off, but of course my wrists and ankles were locked into place on the bars.
He spent some time exploring the tightness of my holes. For the first time in a very long time, my ass was so tight it took a few minutes of hard work for him to get even a finger inside it. The same held true for my sex, and my pussy walls squeezed his finger so hard I nearly came from just that.
He pulled his finger out before I could get off, though. “Excellent progress,” he murmured. “Once you’ve sufficiently tightened, I’ll have to keep dildos, vibrators, and plugs inside you pretty much at all times or I’ll have to work too hard to be able to fuck you. The toys will keep you stretched enough for my entry, but the shot will keep you so tight it will always feel amazing when I’m inside you.”
But when would that be? I was so freaking horny, I wanted him to fuck me now. Hard. Fast. Long. Slow. I didn’t care how he did it, I just wanted him inside me. One look down proved he was hard and ready to go, so it made no sense that he hadn’t just thrown me up against the wall and had his way with me
.
I whined into my gag, trying to shift my hips forward for more of his touch, but I couldn’t really move much. As usual. I was beginning to realize that he might very well intend to keep me immobilized at all times. I mean, hell, he was taking me to the bathroom and locking me up while I showered and keeping me in a cage while I slept. I might never be allowed to move freely again, as long as I was with him.
Five years. Good god.
Then, without warning, his tongue shot out and flicked against my right nipple. That brief contact was so painful I couldn’t stop the scream. Even through my gag, the reverberations echoed through the cavernous bathroom like you wouldn’t believe.
He did the same to my other nipple, and I was jerking against the bars that held me still, my screams going on into forever. With both hands, he squeezed and kneaded my breasts, nibbling on my tits until the tears were pouring down my cheeks faster than they ever had in my life.
I couldn’t scream anymore by the time he left my breasts alone, my voice had gone so hoarse. But then he knelt to the floor of the shower, reached out his pointed tongue, and flicked it against my clitoris. My hips bucked against the pain, and he grinned up at me with a sort of delight that left me shivering in anticipation. But he didn’t stand up again. He stayed down there, staring hungrily at my bare sex and my hard nub of overwrought nerve endings, licking his lips.
A new sense of terror held me in its grips while I waited to see what he’d do. Finally, he took my clitoris into his mouth, suckling it and biting against it, pushing one finger into both my pussy and my ass in a vigorous fucking motion. The pain of it was more intense than anything I’d ever experienced in my life, so intense it robbed me of my ability to breathe or scream or do anything but succumb to the massive orgasm that ripped through me.
I didn’t pass out, but I lost all sense of reality as I basked in the afterglow of my orgasm for quite some time. By the time I recognized what was going on around me again, I was no longer in the bathroom but was wearing my metal undergarments again and was strapped to the chair in the dining room. A plate of food sat before me…an egg white omelet with ham and lots of vegetables, a bowl of fresh fruit, and a piece of wheat toast without butter. Again, I had a bottle of water with a straw, and he’d cut my food into bite-sized pieces.
