by Lacey Kane
He sat next to me, wearing tight jeans and a wife-beater, and looking sexier than any man had a right to look. His plate was probably twice as full as mine, and included bacon and sausage and potatoes, plus he had coffee and juice.
“Eat,” he said calmly, shoving a forkful into his own mouth. When I didn’t immediately respond, he added, “While you have time. You’ll need your energy, and you are not allowed to starve.”
After all that I’d been through, I felt like I was starving. It didn’t seem like a good idea to disobey, so I lowered my head and set to work on my meal. A few minutes later, I heard sounds coming from the kitchen. I looked up and realized that Mary was no longer tied to the bed waiting for another fuck, but was cleaning.
When he finished his meal, he took both of our plates away, then came back with a cloth to clean my face. He set to work removing all of the bonds and latches holding me in place. “Once you’ve acclimated to your new life, you will be required to crawl on your knees as I lead you on your leash. Most of the time, your arms will be bound behind you, so it will be your knees only. Also, I will often have your ankles bound in some way, which will make the task more difficult. But for now, you are not strong enough.” Again, he tossed me over his shoulders and carried me.
How on earth did he think I’d be able to crawl around on my knees, if he constantly kept me in some sort of crazy position where I couldn’t move at all? He was crazy. Hot, but crazy.
He carried me down a hall I hadn’t yet been in, then opened a door that led into a home gym. Holy hell.
He set me down on my feet in front of him. “Because I’ll keep you incapacitated the large majority of the time, I require you to spend three hours a day in the gym.”
“I don’t—”
A quick slap across the cheek silenced me and drew fresh tears. “You’ve not been given permission to speak, slave.”
He pulled me over to an elliptical machine, but it wasn’t just any old elliptical. There were metal cuffs on the foot pedals and the hand levers. “I’ve programmed the machines for your beginning workout,” he said nonchalantly as he lifted me onto the thing and started locking my wrists and ankles into place. “You’ll do an hour here, and then I’ll return to move you to your next machine.”
Once I was fully locked in, he moved a crane sort of thing from overhead to where it was directly before my mouth with a straw hanging out.
“You’re to finish every drop of this water before I return.” Then he pushed a few buttons on the console—which, I noted, I couldn’t reach with my hands latched into place—and the machine came to life. “I’ll be next door working in my lab, but I’ll hear the timer.”
Before he had left the room, I was already panting. Working out wasn’t something I’d ever really done. I’d just always had a fairly good figure, and all the sex I had kept me burning enough calories to keep it, I suppose. So the idea of three hours of exercise? Not my idea of what a sex slave would be doing, to say the least.
After a few minutes, the intensity of the machine increased, and I wasn’t just panting, I was dripping sweat. My thighs and calves were cramping and burning, and I just wanted it to stop.
It didn’t stop.
Eventually, it slowed down, but the resistance increased something crazy, and I thought I would die. Or maybe I was hoping I would die.
I drank, not out of fear of what he’d do if I didn’t, but because I couldn’t possibly keep going if I didn’t.
When the timer finally buzzed and the machine stopped, I wanted nothing more than to collapse.
But then he came back into the room. He unhooked me from that machine, carried me to a rowing machine, and locked me into place on it. Not only did my hands and ankles get bound this time, but he secured something around my hips, keeping me firmly attached to the seat.
He punched a few buttons and it came to life. “I’ll be back in an hour. Drink all of this before I return.” Again, he brought a bottle of water with a straw down to just in front of my mouth.
By the time he came back, my abs and thighs and arms felt like jelly, and I knew there wasn’t any way I could keep going. I needed a shower and a nap, and I needed them pronto.
But he picked my limp, sweaty body up and carried me to a stationary bicycle, strapped me into place, lowered a new water bottle, and started the process all over again. All I could do was cry and pedal.
Finally it stopped. He came back into the gym and lifted me off the seat, then carried me straight into the bathroom.
He removed my metal panties and bra, set me on the toilet to pee, and then put me into the shower again. This time, he turned on ice-cold water and had it beating down over me while he left me hanging there.
I was somewhat glad to be alone at the moment, because I just didn’t know how much more I could take of whatever he intended to give. But the cold water was just too much, particularly on my nipples and clit. I shivered until my teeth were chattering in my head, and still he didn’t return.
When he did, instead of turning off the water, he bumped it up to a near-blistering temperature. I shouted from the pain of it, but he left it running like that for a long time before finally shutting the water off completely. Then he came into the shower behind me and lowered a blindfold over my eyes.
“You’re doing very well, slave. Time to start the stretching process,” he said into my ear.
Before I could prepare myself, he was on his knees in front of me and something that felt monstrously huge was pressing at the opening of my sex. I whimpered, because it hurt. There was no way I could possibly take that, whatever it was, yet still he kept pushing it deeper and deeper. Tears were flowing freely and I was panting for breath. My insides clenched and cramped against the invasion, and still he kept pushing it further.
When it finally came to a stop, I realized I’d never had something so large inside me. It was hard and long and wide. It had to be at least fourteen or fifteen inches, plus as big around as a beer can. I tried to slow my breathing and relax my muscles so I could accommodate it, but that wasn’t exactly an easy prospect.
Then he moved behind me and started the same process with something in my ass. I felt like I was being ripped in two, it was so big.
“Oh. Oh, please no.”
But I shouldn’t have begged. As soon as I did, he forced the thing all the way home to its base, and I would have collapsed were it not for the steel bars holding me in place.
He came around in front of me and tipped my chin up. I wasn’t expecting a kiss, but that was what I got, his tongue moving inside my mouth possessively even as his hands roved over my body in a similar manner. I didn’t understand how he could kiss me like that—passionate and powerful and sweet all at once—and still do to me the things he was doing.
He gripped me hard, each hand on one of my buttocks, and drew me in close so his hard cock thrust up against my already-too-full pussy. I cried out even louder, but his kiss swallowed my shout.
Even when he pulled his head up and stopped the kiss, he kept grinding our hips together, putting horrible, wonderful friction against my clit. “Oh, please no, Sir,” he said.
But I couldn’t speak. The pressure of his pelvis against my clitoris, his chest muscles rubbing against my nipples…it was all too much. I was on the verge of another intense orgasm and didn’t think I could stop it, particularly because of the painfully large toys he’d placed inside me.
His hands left my hips, and he used the steel rods I was attached to for counter pressure as he continued to grind his pelvis against me. Then he squeezed my breasts, his fingers and thumbs pinching my nipples so hard I thought they were bound to pop off.
“Oh, please!” I shouted, still panting for air. “Please no, Sir.”
He kissed me again and eased the pressure just enough that the pain could drop off and I could slide into a climax.
After that orgasm, we’d gone through the usual mealtime routine (roasted fish and asparagus with whole wheat couscous) and then
he’d taken me into his lab.
I was shocked to discover it wasn’t exactly a typical chemistry laboratory. Oh, there were chemists at work, all right, wearing lab coats and goggles and working with their Bunsen burners and whatnot. There were seven other people in there too, though, five men and two women, on a padded white pallet—fucking. Hard. All of them fucking each other without much rhyme or reason to who was fucking whom.
“My test subjects,” he told me. “I recently gave the men my newest creation, a shot that increases libido and decreases inhibition. They’ve been going at it like that for a week. We’ve had to forcefully pull them apart and lock them in separate cages so they could eat, drink, and rest.”
As he was telling me this, he was also shoving a metal ring between my teeth and using a belt to fasten it behind my head.
“Eventually, you’re going to give those girls a break here and there. You’re not ready to be properly fucked yet, but you can help out some with your mouth and throat while I get the rest of my work done for the day.”
He’d put my metal undergarments back in place, thank god, so none of them could actually get inside them, but he pulled some straps down from where they were hanging on the wall and used them to secure my arms behind my back and my ankles to my upper thighs.
He picked me up and carried me to the corner where the orgy was taking place and dropped me on the pallet.
As soon as the test subjects realized there was another body in their midst, one of the men pulled his monstrously large cock out of another man’s ass, straddled my chest, and forced it through the metal ring holding my teeth apart.
I choked and gagged, but he fucked my throat like there was no tomorrow. I felt hands at my metal panties, trying to find a way to get them off. The fingers dug into my flesh, jerking hard at the thing and using fingernails trying to get to my other holes. My chastity belt thing seemed to be holding up. Eventually, he gave up and moved on to fuck someone else.
The man fucking my throat shot his sperm into me three times, never slowing his thrusts, never softening even a bit, before he got off me and moved to another victim.
Almost instantaneously, another cock was filling my throat. One of the other men mounted him, so the force of both of their thrusts pushed down against my head on the pallet, which hardly provided any protection from the hard floor beneath it at all.
Several more times, I felt hands prying at my metal undergarments—both the panties and the bra. A few times, they tried so hard I was sure I would bruise from the force of it. They never released, though, so those men were stuck with nothing of me but my mouth and throat to force their cocks into.
By the time my owner came back for me, using some sort of zapper to get the guy fucking my throat off me long enough that he could pull me free from the pile, I was once again covered in sweat. I had massive amounts of cum stuck in my hair and coating my face, shoulders, and arms. Before we left, he carried me to a stall in a corner and hosed me off. Somehow, soap came out of the hose, too, and then it rinsed me. It was like the sort of hose you’d expect at a do-it-yourself car wash.
Then he sat down in an oversized leather chair, pulling me onto his lap still bound and dripping wet, where we watched the orgy continue.
“They’ve been trained to know they can’t touch someone who has pants on, and they can’t fuck outside of the bounds of their pallet. Other than that, it is fair game. If they see an available orifice, they are free to fill it in any way they see fit.”
I didn’t miss the fact that he would likely never have me in pants when I was near them.
He released the straps holding the ring in place and pulled it free. I’d barely started working my jaw again before he shoved a cup with some liquid in it up to my lips.
“Rinse and gargle,” he ordered, tipping the cup back.
The mouthwash burned in places where my mouth had been used too much, but I swished it around and then gargled.
He put the same cup back to my mouth. “Spit.”
I did.
He set the cup on the table beside us and picked up a bottle of water with a straw inside it. I didn’t need to be told what to do with that when he moved it in front of my lips. I drank until it was gone.
Then he put another gag in my mouth, the penis-shaped one, and started running his hands over my body lazily, brushing lightly against my shoulders and stomach and thighs as though he had nothing better to do. “When they came to me, my test subjects were so firmly heterosexual that they didn’t even want me to be the one to inject the shots into their cocks. Now look at them.”
I hadn’t noticed that he’d been unlocking the bra until his hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs rolling leisurely over my nipples. That slight touch nearly had me coming off his lap.
“I had to tie them down at first,” he said in my ear. “Like I do with you. It didn’t take long before they were such creatures of sexual hunger that they didn’t care what form it came in. The one on the left, there?” He pointed to a muscle-bound, god-like man, then drew his hand back down to pinch my nipple. I panted, and he squeezed harder. “I let him loose first. It took him no time at all to start fucking the others in the ass, forcing them to suck his cock, that sort of thing. He was so brutal about it that when I let them free and kept him tied down, they didn’t stop fucking him for four days straight.”
By then, he’d unlocked my panties and removed them. The trembling sensation that had taken over my body was no longer due to cold, but from heat coursing through my veins. He rubbed my clit with the pad of his forefinger, and everything within me exploded from the release.
When I came back down to earth, he had pulled the dildo from my pussy somewhat and was using it to fuck me, keeping me right on the edge of another orgasm. I looked down between my legs, shocked to discover that the dildo was actually tiny, barely larger than a man’s finger, yet it felt like it was stretching me beyond capacity
If something that size hurt this badly…I couldn’t bear the thought of taking his huge cock inside me. I squirmed, but he pinched my clit until I stilled again.
Then he set that dildo aside on the table and picked up a slightly bigger version. I fought back my sobs as he worked it inside me, or I tried to, but even though it was only the size of a very small man’s penis, I felt like I was being torn apart.
“The women were my coworkers,” he said, talking like they were just out for an afternoon walk in the park. “They volunteered to be the test subjects. Granted, that was before they saw the effects our drugs would have on the men. They might regret their decision now, but what choice do I have but to continue using them?”
By then, he’d worked the entire dildo inside me and was repeating the process with the butt plug in my ass. I tried to focus on my breathing. In. Out. In. Out. He must have sensed my increased panic, because the thumb of his free hand started rolling over my clit until I came.
Once he’d inserted the larger butt plug fully, I realized the men in lab coats had started breaking up the orgy by zapping the men and pulling them out one at a time. They would then drag the test subject over to the corner stall and hose them down. After the men were clean, the chemists would drag them bodily down a hall. I could only imagine they were being taken to their cells for the night.
Finally, only the two women remained. The chemists cleaned the women in the same manner, but instead of dragging them down the hall, they were taken to a part of the room I hadn’t seen before. Two medieval looking wooden pillories were stationed there, and the women were locked into place.
When the chemists had removed their clothing and started fucking the two women, my owner put my metal undergarments back into place and carried me out of the lab and back to the dining room.
A meal was already in place, with Mary standing off to the side waiting for us. Once he situated me in my chair, securing my legs and arms as he insisted they must be, he turned to the maid.
“You’ve done a good job today. You may visit the lab before
you leave if you’d like.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She scurried off down the hall with a huge smile on her face.
We ate our meal as usual before he took me to the living room. This time, he pulled a lever on the wall, which lowered a sling-like thing from the ceiling. It only took him minutes to strap me into it, on my back with my head hanging down low. He had returned the straps holding my arms behind me and connecting my ankles with my thighs to their places, so I was thoroughly immobilized. Then he took off his clothes and took a seat in the chair closest to it, turning on the news.
“Let’s see if your deep throating skills have improved any today, shall we?” He pulled the cock gag out of my mouth and replaced it with his cock almost in a single motion. He grabbed hold of the ropes I was hanging from. With a single tug on the ropes, he was able to push himself all the way inside, his balls slapping against my nose and making it impossible for me to breathe.
Like last night, I alternated between swallowing and sucking. He alternated between deep throating me and face fucking me. It went on and on, but he was only watching his second porn flick of the night by the time he spurted his cum down my throat.
I thought maybe that would mean I’d improved, that we were done, but of course he stayed hard and kept fucking me like that through all of the news and three separate porn films.
When he came again at the end of the third porno, he released me and sat back in his chair for a bit. “Better, slave,” he said finally. “But you still need much more practice. For now, it’s bed time.”
I dreaded the thought of going back into that cage. My joints and muscles still hurt from last night in it and all I’d been through today, and I didn’t think I could handle another night like that. But he forced my cock gag between my lips before I could voice a complaint. In minutes, he had me out of the sling and was carrying me back to his bedroom.
