AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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My hands were tugging on my collar as the discomfort awoke me. Once again I was disoriented, but when I realized I was chained to the wall by my neck I quickly remembered where I was. I was Mike's prisoner. Looking over my body I saw that the welts had faded somewhat, but the stinging pain lingered in my memory. Then I blushed when I remembered being forced to masturbate in front of Mike and him cumming on my leg while I was in the throes of an orgasm. My eyes had been closed so I didn't see him do it, but he had jerked off while watching me masturbate.
I roamed around the room for what seemed like hours. I felt like a caged animal, and that's what I was -- locked in a four-wall box with a leash around my neck. I'd occasionally lie down on the bed, dozing off. I slept, awoke, and slept some more.
Startled, I jumped when the door opened. Mike entered the room carrying a tray with scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and a glass of milk. It smelt wonderful and I sat up instantly, realizing I was famished. I had no idea what time it was in the windowless room, and I didn't know how long I had been there. Was it hours, or days? I did know, however, that the last thing I had eaten was the cookies. And now I was starving.
I didn't even try to cover my nakedness in front of the stranger. All I could think of was my grumbling belly and the food it craved.
"So, my little slave, it seems you don't have a problem sleeping with the collar on."
My eyes darted around the room looking for cameras, but then I realized Mike could have easily walked into the room while I was sleeping. I cringed at the thought of him looking at my nude body while I slept.
"The collar hurts. It keeps waking me up," I said. "Can't you take it off?"
"Now why would I do that?" Mike snickered. "You're just the way I want you."
"Please, I won't run away. Just take the collar off."
Mike looked at me strangely. I was so naïve I actually thought he would believe my lie. Panic set in, however, when Mike turned and walked away from me. My eyes were riveted on the food and I nearly pounced on it like a hungry animal. However, my breathing returned and my spirits lifted when Mike carefully placed the tray on the table. To my dismay, however, he lifted a piece of bacon and slowly brought it to his mouth, taking a bite and making loud slurping sounds as he chewed and swallowed it. My eyes opened wide seeing him eat my food.
"Please, I'm hungry," I whined.
"This was going to be your breakfast, but I don't like being lied to."
Mike stuffed the rest of the bacon strip into his mouth and ate it. The emptiness in my belly felt worse.
"I won't lie!" I almost shouted in panic. "Please give me the food."
"Then beg for it."
"Please let me eat. I'm begging you. I'm starving. Please. Pretty please."
"Not good enough. Beg like the dog you are."
That stumped me. How would a dog beg? I thought hard and got onto my knees with my hands in front of me bent at the wrists like a dog's paws would be when he sat up to beg.
"Please let me eat," I said while in that degrading position.
"Dogs can't talk," Mike said and bit another bacon strip in half.
My breakfast was disappearing before my eyes. I struggled to understand what Mike was expecting and then it came to me. I stayed in that position, completely naked, and opened my mouth. Sticking my tongue out, I panted like a dog.
"You are a good dog," Mike said with a twinkle in his eyes. "But if you want to eat, why are you all the way over there?"
I instantly jumped off the bed and was about to run to the table when I saw the look on Mike's face. I stopped dead in my tracks and dropped to the floor. Accepting my fate, I crawled on my hands and knees. I knew I had made the correct decision when I saw his teeth show as his face broke into a huge smile. The sadistic bastard wanted to humiliate me. He had whipped me to get what he wanted, and now he was using food as a weapon.
When I was at Mike's feet, I assumed the "begging dog" position and again panted with my tongue out. When Mike placed the other half of the bacon strip in front of my face I grabbed it between my lips and sucked it into my mouth by throwing my head back. After swallowing, I continued to pant, begging for more food.
Mike continued to feed me. There was no silverware so he offered the food with his fingers, shoving it into my wide open mouth. I was kneeling on the floor like a dog and eating like one, using only my lips, tongue, and teeth to capture, position, chew, and swallow each parcel. But the food was nourishing and I was starving so I suffered the humiliation. When a small amount of scrambled eggs remained, Mike placed the paper plate on the floor and I ate the eggs on my hands and knees like an animal, licking the plate clean in order to get the milk he promised. And that I drank from the paper cup in his hand while on my knees, naked, with my head tilted back and my limp-wrist hands dangling in front of my chest.
"Aha, and you wanted me to take the collar off," Mike said sarcastically when I finished. "You beg like a dog, and eat like a dog. Why shouldn't you wear a collar like a dog?"
I knew it was futile to argue so I didn't. But now that my hunger was sated, I tried to regain some self-respect and stood up. It wasn't easy since my knees were stiff from kneeling so long. Mike raised his foot and placed it at my midsection, pushing me over. I crashed onto my butt. I glared up at him, but his stare made me avert my eyes. He was better at this game than I was.
I sat on the floor waiting, but Mike just stared at me. I suddenly felt naked and tried to cover myself without making it too obvious. I kept glancing back at Mike, but his steel stare was piercing. I kept looking away. Mike made me feel uncomfortable, but then I felt another discomfort.
I began squirming. I had to pee. I had lost the staring game and now I was determined to will my bladder not to embarrass me, but the feeling got stronger and stronger.
"I have to use the bathroom," I finally said sheepishly.
"Go ahead."
I jumped to my feet and almost ran to the bathroom. It was the first time I realized that there wasn't a door. I looked back at Mike who smirked. Where he was sitting he would have a clear view at the toilet. I was too ashamed to do what I had to do and stood at the entrance to the bathroom, squeezing my thighs together. I was hoping I could hold out until he left, but that wasn't to be. When I felt a trickle of piss squirt out and run down my leg I ran to the toilet and sat down. Almost immediately, the strong stream of urine splashed into the water. Resting my forearms on my knees and leaning forward, I looked back at Mike who had an evil, victorious grin.
He won again.
Mike never took his eyes off me, even when I rolled up a wad of toilet paper and wiped between my legs. I got up and flushed, and then rinsed my hands. For some reason I felt more naked than before, but there was nowhere to hide.
Mike motioned me over and I walked to him with my head hung. While I was standing in front of him, hopelessly trying to cover my nudity, Mike slowly opened his pants and pushed them to his knees.
"Here's dessert," Mike said. "And make sure you swallow the gooey filling."
I knew Mike would whip me if I didn't do what he said. And giving blow-jobs was no longer something new to me. I gave plenty of them on Aunt Julie's farm. So I dropped to my knees and stuffed his dick into my mouth.
Mike's cock swelled instantly. I wonder if it was from his feeling of superiority rather than simply my mouth. My head bobbed up and down and I used my tongue and lips to make him climax quickly. The sooner he did the sooner my ordeal would be over. I learned that on Aunt Julie's farm too. But what happened next never happened on the farm.
Mike began humping his hips, and then he grabbed the back of my head and pulled it down. My face smashed into his lap and his cock drove down my throat. I couldn't breathe! I was suffocating!
Frantically, I tried to pull up but Mike's hands were on my head holding me in place. My arms blindly reached up and flayed until my hands found his arms. I tried pulling them off, but wasn't strong enough. All the while I was suffocating. I was getting weaker by the second.
Mike didn't even free me when he started cumming. Globs of semen shot directly down my throat and I felt like I was drowning. I was getting dizzy. Then I blacked out.
When I came to, I was lying on the floor. My throat was raspy and the taste of sperm lingered in my mouth. There was a puddle of the white gooey stuff on the floor next to my open mouth where it spilled out after I had fainted. Mike evidently let my unconscious body fall to the floor.
I had been on the verge of death, and now wished I hadn't awoken. If I had died, my nightmare would be over. I would no longer be suffering. Again I looked around the room for something to use as a weapon, but this time to use on myself.
But there was nothing there.
I don't know how long I was lying on the floor, but I kept dozing off. I eventually got up and did my stalking routine, walking aimlessly around the room. Again I felt like a caged animal. From time to time I'd lie in bed staring at the ceiling until I fell asleep, only to awake to boredom.
Several times I awoke to find the Styrofoam pitcher of water and some cookies on the table which I gobbled down. Without windows I couldn't tell if it was day or night or how much time had passed. But I'm sure I was alone for over a day, maybe two, maybe more. I had used the toilet several times and was excruciatingly hungry, even with the cookies.
Mike returned and I jumped to my feet. When he got close, I lunged at him, punching and scratching. I was a madwoman, flaying my arms wildly and trying to inflict as much pain as I could. But I was no match for the much stronger man and Mike easily flung me to the floor.
I was about to jump to my feet to hit him some more, but Mike grabbed my long hair and dragged my squirming body along the floor. He pulled me up by one arm and quickly snapped something around my wrist. I looked up in time to see him close the other half of the handcuff to the steel loop attached to the wall. I pulled my arm trying to break free, causing the metal to dig into my flesh. Mike pulled out another handcuff from his back pocket and secured my other wrist to another loop. I had seen the rings while inspecting the room, but after failing to pull them out of the wall to use as a weapon I had forgotten about them. Mike stepped back and I tried to kick him. I must have looked a sight, hanging from the wall screaming and wildly kicking the air.
Mike left me hanging there and walked out of the room. After a few useless tugs which only hurt my wrists, I calmed down. I couldn't believe it, but I was actually far worse off than before, having no freedom at all.
Hanging from the wall I had plenty of time to reflect. Thinking back to my parents should have made me happy, but it made me sad knowing they were dead. I thought about Aunt Julie's farm. They treated me okay. It didn't seem like it at the time, but they only hit me when I didn't do what was expected of me. Aunt Julie didn't expect any more from me than she did herself. Was I so selfish that I didn't realize that? Farm life was different than city life so maybe I had been wrong.
I wished I was back on the farm.
Out of boredom, I looked around. I saw the other steel rings connected to the wall where I was attached. Some were higher and I realized that if Mike had handcuffed me to those my feet would be dangling off the floor and I would be in severe pain. Thoughts of Jesus being crucified flashed through my mind and I was beginning to hallucinate. I saw me hanging on the cross, slowly dying. And like Jesus, I was looking forward to it. But my reason was self-centered. I wanted to end my suffering, not the suffering of others.
I hung on the wall for who knows how long. I'd doze off, but my weight pulling on my wrists would wake me. I noticed the skin on my wrists were chaffing and were beginning to sting. I thought that if I pulled hard enough I'd rip my hands off and I'd be free to lie down. A moment of pain would be rewarded with peacefully bleeding to death. But when I yanked my arms down it hurt too much so I just remained where Mike had left me.
I don't know how long I was handcuffed to the wall, but finally Mike came into the room. I was actually glad to see him. I had been bad and he had punished me. I decided to be good from that point on so that he wouldn't handcuff me to the wall again. I had learned my lesson.
To my shock, another man entered behind Mike. He was wearing a leather hood that had cut-outs for his eyes, nose, and mouth. All of a sudden I felt embarrassed that I was naked and swung my right leg over my other, twisting my body to the left.
"Who's he?" I asked, my voice quivering.
I never expected to see a person other than Mike ever again. I had resigned to die alone in this room. I think what scared me most was the mask. I wondered why the man would be covering his face. It was very ominous.
My position exposed my right buttock and the hooded man walked up to me and fondled it. I cringed at his touch and tried to move away. My restraints made me feel more vulnerable. I turned when he brought his face next to mine, and then I saw his long tongue come through the hole. He licked my cheek from my jawbone to eye socket. And then he did it again and again.
"What do you want? Who are you?" I asked frantically.
Without uttering a word, the stranger stepped back and began disrobing. I watched in fear as each article of clothing was removed. I knew I was going to be raped again and looked at his crotch. His dick was limp, but I could tell it wasn't too large. Mr. Johnson's cock was a lot bigger and it fit inside me.
I looked past the hooded man at Mike. He was just reentering the room carrying something. It was black and looked like it was made of leather. He was holding it by a thick handle, and loose strands were hanging from it. Mike handed the object to the hooded man.
I was still standing, twisted to my left with my buttock exposed. The man kept the object low and flicked his wrist, moving his arm from left to right. I felt the stinging on my flesh before I realized he had just whipped me. My buttock burned and I let out a scream of terror. And then he did it again and again.
"NO!" I yelled. "STOP! NO!"
But he didn't stop. The hooded man kept hitting me until I thought the skin on my buttock would be whipped off. Desperately, I shifted my position, turning to my right. I quickly discovered that maneuver exposed my other buttock which soon received the same treatment.
I was crying hysterically and kept trying to move out of the way of the whip, but it was impossible. My arms tugged at the handcuffs which caused the skin under them to bleed, the warm red fluid dripping down my arms. I couldn't stand another blow on my sore buttocks so I pressed them to the wall. I shrieked when the whip slashed at my belly, but the man didn't stop. Not at first anyway, but he eventually did.
Through teary eyes, I looked at the man. He now had a raging hard-on. The bastard got off on hurting me. He stepped closer and gently ran the whip under my chin in warning, then lifted my legs and placed them around his waist. I realized I was at the right height to be fucked and understood what he wanted. I was much more terrified of the whip than his cock so I clamped my legs around his waist and crossed my ankles.
The man reached down and guided his cock to my pussy, holding the tip at the entrance. He stared at me and, when he had my attention, thrust as hard as he could into me. I was still sobbing from the whipping, but let out a scream as he rammed his cock into me. I saw the smile through the hole in the mask.
"Fuck me," he hissed.
I didn't move.
I didn't see him flick his wrist, but felt the leather straps slash my sore buttocks. I thrust my pelvis forward immediately. I was hanging from two rings on the wall with my legs locked around the man's waist, and I began fucking him the best I could. It was difficult, but the alternative was worse. I kept thrusting my hips to make my pussy slide up and down his hard shaft.
It was unbelievably hard work and I soon tired. I knew if my legs dropped his cock would pop out and I'd be whipped again. I tightened my legs around him to keep them from falling, but my strength was fading.
"Please, I can't hold on," I cried out. "I'm slipping."
Mike quickly came over and I felt his hands on my feet. He was helping me, preventing my legs from falling. He was tying something on my ankles. What was he doing? And then Mike moved to the side and strung a rope through the ring my right hand was handcuffed to. He held the end of that rope and did the same with another rope to the other ring. Mike stepped back behind the hooded man.
I continued to fuck the man as best I could, but finally my strength gave out. I felt my ankles unlock, and then my legs slid down the man's body. But Mike was holding the ropes tightly and stepped back. My legs rose and the more Mike backed up the higher my feet went. Mike kept pulling and soon I was doubled up with my feet pointing out and up towards the ceiling. My entire weight was on my wrists now; the pain was excruciating.
The hooded man leaned back and I looked between my raised legs, first at his face and then at his cock partway inside my pussy. He put his palms on the wall on either side of me and began fucking me hard. I was hanging on a wall by my wrists with my pussy completely exposed and at the mercy of the man. He pounded into me so hard that his body crushed mine against the wall.
I don't know how long he fucked me like that, but eventually he rammed it in one last time and climaxed. When he backed away, I was left hanging on the wall. I felt his sperm dripping from my wide open pussy.
Mike came towards me, slowly lowering my legs. When he uncuffed me I collapsed to the floor. I didn't even have the strength to cry. I just lay there, half dead, whimpering. The two men walked out of the room congratulating each other and I was alone again.
Mercifully, I blacked out.
I came to and winced when I moved. I looked at my wrists which stung, and found the skin worn off. Trying to stand hurt so much I gave up. Instead, I crawled towards the bed. Even that was painful so I stopped, lying on the floor -- alone... a prisoner... to be raped... and hurt... with no hope.
I blacked out again.
This time when I awoke I was able to move a little better. My body still hurt terribly, but I was able to examine myself. I had red streaks all over my body, especially on my buttocks. Some were so deep that dried blood covered them. My legs were stiff from being unnaturally folded in half, and my pussy ached. Although the hooded man's cock wasn't huge, like Mr. Johnson's was, the position I had been in and the force he used fucking me had its effect. I crawled to the side of the bed and tried to pull my abused body up, but I didn't have the strength. I just crumbled to the floor next to the bed and tried to recover. Like an animal, I huddled there alone, whimpering.
I don't know how much time had passed, but it must have been about two hours. Mike came into the room and I looked up at him in fear. He was naked and walking towards me. I quickly looked to see if he was carrying the whip, but he wasn't.
Mike scooped me up into his arms and laid me on the bed. Even that hurt my battered body. But Mike didn't place me lengthwise on the bed. I was lying on my back with my head hanging over the side. Mike stepped up to the bed and spread his legs, straddling my upturned face. He squatted with his balls resting on my mouth.
Not understanding his action, I remain still. That is until Mike leaned forward and pulled my pubic hair until I screamed. When my mouth opened, Mike squatted a little more and his intention became clear. I closed my lips around his scrotum and began sucking and licking his balls.
With Mike's balls in my mouth, I contemplated biting them off. I had no chance of escaping and wanted to die. But then I thought that he would survive and inflict much more pain on me than I already endured.
Mike made the decision for me when he stood up. I looked up at him and saw that his cock had stiffened a little. He presented it to me and I obediently opened my mouth. Now I was sucking his cock, looking at his upside down face gloating down at me.
When Mike's cock became erect I expected the same treatment that I had received the last time I blew him. I hoped this time I would suffocate and die, but it wasn't to be. Mike pulled out of my mouth, grabbed me under the arms, and dragged me off the bed. I winced in pain as my sore body was moved, especially my bruised buttocks rubbing on the bed. When Mike had me standing, he pushed me forward face first onto the bed.
I was bent over the side of the bed with Mike caressing my bruised and bloodied buttocks. I winced in pain and knew that's what he wanted to hear, then I felt him prying my buttocks apart. What followed flabbergasted me. I felt something pushing against my anus. He was pushing something inside me.
I looked over my shoulder and knew at once what that "something" was -- his cock! I tried to squirm away even though it hurt my bruised body to do so, but Mike held me tight. I heard him grunt as he pushed, and I felt his cock forcing its way into my anus. I automatically clenched my muscles, but that didn't deter Mike. He pushed harder, and it hurt more. I tried to relax my body and exhaled loudly. That was followed by a grunt as Mike's entire cock slammed into my ass.
When I stopped screaming, I was going to plead with Mike to take his cock out, but I understood him well enough to know that he would only enjoy my begging. Instead, I just lay on my stomach while Mike fucked my ass. It hurt terribly, but there was absolutely nothing I could do.
I guess Mike was disappointed with my reaction -- or no reaction -- so he leaned over me and reached under my body, grabbing a breast. His strong fingers twisted a nipple and I screamed. Mike seemed to have enjoyed that because I felt him pound his cock into me harder and faster. He kept squeezing my tit and pulling on my nipple while he sodomized me, and I kept crying out in pain. Looking back it was actually beneficial for me to scream in pain because it caused the sick bastard to climax more quickly.
After Mike came inside my ass and pulled out, he left me alone again. I didn't even try to move and lay on the bed with my legs hanging over the side and went to sleep.
I was awoken by a stinging feeling on my buttocks. I looked behind me and saw Mike whipping my ass while pulling on his cock. I guess he needed to inflict pain on me to regain an erection. I cried out and turned over, but the whipping continued. I tried desperately to shield my already bruised body, but Mike was as frantically whipping me as he was pulling on his cock. He looked possessed.
I wasn't even sure if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I saw a man standing in the doorway wearing a dark suit. His mouth was open and he looked surprised. Then his hand went under his jacket and he pulled out a gun.
"Freeze!" the man screamed.
Mike suddenly stopped and turned towards the voice. His face turned white and the whip dropped from his hand. For the first time I saw fear on Mike's face.
The man motioned for Mike to move aside and then he came to the bed. He looked at me and I saw pity in his brown eyes.
"Are you all right?" he asked me.
I thought it was a stupid question, but answered, "He kidnapped me. He's been hurting me."
"Who are you and what do you want?" Mike asked now that the shock had worn off. "This is private property and I..."
Mike shut up when the man reached into his back pocket and pulled out a billfold, flipping it open to display the gold badge.
"You can't just barge in here without a warrant," Mike argued.
"I'm going house to house searching for an escaped convict. Your door was open and when no one answered I feared foul play and entered to see if you were all right. Then I heard the screaming from this room and investigated." The policeman paused and then said, "Where's the key to that?" pointing to my collar.
"I'll go get it," Mike said.
"We'll go get it."
"No, please don't leave me alone," I cried out as the policeman was leading Mike out of the room at gunpoint.
"Don't worry, I'll be right back."
But I was terrified to be alone. For the first time in a long time I thought I might be freed, but all sorts of thoughts crossed my mind when the policeman walked out. With the skin on my wrists rubbed raw, and bruises on my body, and sperm leaking from my pussy and ass, I slid off the side of the bed onto my knees and began praying.
"Dear God, don't abandon me. Please help me. Please either set me free or end my life now."
And that's how the policeman found me when he returned. Sitting on the bed next to me, the policeman told Mike to stand away from us. The policeman put the gun on the mattress to free his hands, and gave Mike a warning look to let him know he could get to it before Mike could do anything.
While the policeman was unlocking my collar Mike said to me, "You bitch. I'm going to go free. He didn't have a search warrant and I'll never be convicted. I'm going to go free. Ha ha ha ha ha ha."
I heard Mike's words, and suddenly felt more rage and hate than I had ever felt before. I guess you can say I snapped. Grabbing the gun, I pointed it at Mike and fired three times before the policeman reacted by pushing my hand up. The fourth bullet discharged into the ceiling before the gun was wrung from my hand.
Mike grabbed his stomach and looked at me in shock. He dropped to his knees and kept staring, and then blood oozed from his mouth. Mike looked at his hands, which were covered in blood, and then back to me. The room was dead silent, and then Mike fell forward, crumbling to the floor.
The policeman jumped to his feet and ran to Mike. He placed two fingertips on Mike's neck where his pulse should have been and then looked at me with a stunned expression. I knew Mike was dead and the policeman didn't know what to do about it.
"I'm sorry, but..." I began, and then broke down. My body shook and I sobbed uncontrollably.
The policeman holstered his gun and came back to me, sitting on the bed. He put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to his chest.
"Don't worry, I understand. He was evil and deserved what he got. In my report I'll say that I shot him."
I looked up at the policeman's face and saw compassion I hadn't seen since my mother died. Burying my face into his chest, I cried so long that his suit coat was soaked by the time I pulled away.
When I stopped crying, the policeman told me he had to investigate. I grabbed him around the neck, holding tight. I didn't want to be left alone. He gently pulled my hands free and softly kissed first one then the other. His expression suddenly changed and I knew he got embarrassed for showing any kind of emotion. After all, he was a policeman on duty and I was the victim of a crime.
"Please don't leave me alone," I pleaded.
"I just need to find your clothes before I call this in. Don't want a lot of men coming here seeing you the way you're dressed." The policeman let out a strained chuckle, probably to make light of the situation.
"Please, don't leave me. I'll go with you."
"Okay, if that will make you feel better. Can you walk?"
"I'm so happy I could dance."
Although I meant it, when I stood up I winced. My body was hurting, as well as my pussy and ass. But I wasn't going to stay there by myself so I gritted my teeth and walked with the policeman, clinging to his arm with both of mine.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Officer Furley."
"I mean your first name."
"Ira. What's yours?"
"Sandy."
We searched the house, but couldn't find my clothes. The policeman told me that Mike must have got rid of them, maybe even burned them. Ira said that meant he never intended to let me leave, alive anyway.
I put on one of Mike's shirts which looked like a short dress on me, and then Ira called in the incident. Soon the house was full of police. One policewoman wanted to take me into a separate room to discuss what happened in private, but I clung to Ira and didn't want to leave his side. The policewoman relented and the three of us went into a room.
I told them Mike picked me up, and when they asked what I was doing hitchhiking, I didn't tell them about my aunt's farm. I just told them my parents had died and I was on my own. I got a funny look from the policewoman, but she must have felt I had gone through enough and didn't press. When I told them what Mike had done to me, I saw Ira wince. It was clear he didn't want to be there to hear it, but he remained for my benefit.
When everyone was leaving, Ira asked me where I wanted to be taken. I told him I didn't have any place to go. I must have looked like a puppy dragged out of the rain because he thought for a while and said, "If you'd like, I can put you up until we figure it all out."
My face broke into the biggest smile it had since my mother died. I got onto my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tight. Ira looked around at the few remaining policemen giving him looks and pulled my hands down.
"Let's just go," he said, and I willingly followed him to his car.
THE END (not yet) go to Chapter 5
