Indentured (13 page)

Off of that same table, he picked up a syringe filled with god only knew what and injected it into my clit.

Freezing, white-hot pain raced to every spare millimeter of my body seconds before I passed out.

Surely I was dreaming.

Either that, or maybe I had actually drowned and died.

My arms were secured up over my head, but nothing else seemed to be restrained in any way. It was a very odd feeling, to be so free to move.

Warm water surrounded me, soothing my aching muscles. It smelled like vanilla. I whimpered and arched my back just a bit. But my back pressed against a solid wall of muscle.

“Shh. Be still.”

Sir
. It had to be him. I knew that gravelly voice, no nonsense and always full of heat, even if I hadn’t heard it in days…weeks.

His big, strong hands roved over my abdomen, my thighs, my arms. Every movement he made was firm and gentle at the same time. I tried to relax against him, but I ached so much I didn’t know if that would be possible.

He cupped my breasts, the palms of his hands brushing against my nipples and renewing my desire almost instantaneously. How the hell did that work, after all I’d been through? But I wanted to be fucked again, hard, deep, long, over and over and over again…by him.

I felt the heat of his cock pulsing against the crack of my ass. Oh, god. Was he finally going to fuck me? I’d waited so long, wanted it so much. But
no matter how much I wanted it, I wasn’t sure if I could take it.

He moved his hands down, lower, gripping my thighs and drawing them up and out so I was open and available.
He didn’t stop pulling back on my thighs until my feet were next to my head. Something cold, hard, and metal fell into place around my neck and ankles.

Then the water sloshed around me.

My eyes shot wide as Mary climbed into the tub over us, her lithe form illuminated by hundreds of candles. I couldn’t look at her face, though, or her tits, or anything but the enormous strap-on she had aimed straight at my ass.

“Fuck her hard if you want my cock later,” Sir said.

Mary impaled me with the strap-on, a gleeful vigor evident in her frenetic thrusting.

I screamed, but Sir grabbed me by the
hair and jerked my head back. He kissed me, hard and deep, forcing his tongue into my mouth and exploring. His other hand slid between my body and Mary’s until he could slide one, two, three, four fingers up into my cunt. He fucked me in rhythm with her painfully intense thrusts, using his thumb to drive me wild by rubbing over my clit.

Only once I’d reached the most brutal sort of ecstasy imaginable—pain and pleasure, joy and fear—did he stop kissing me. Almost as soon as his tongue left me, he forced some sort of water-filled mask over my face. It covered my mouth and nose completely.

I thrashed against Sir and Mary, jerking wildly against my bonds as I felt certain I was drowning. Water filled my lungs and I coughed, choked, gurgled against the water filling my lungs, but Sir didn’t release me and only rubbed harder on my clit.

My inability to breathe, coupled with my panic, only intensified the orgasm that crashed over me. Lights flashed behind my eyes as every bone in my body melted, every muscle released, and I was like gelatin.

The next thing I knew, I was sucking in air with Mary’s strap-on still drilling my ass. Sir put the mask back on my head just before working my clit again. They drove me to four desperate, panicky, coughing, choking climaxes in that tub, one on top of another, leaving me nearly incoherent.

“That’s enough,” he said finally.

Almost immediately, Mary backed away. I suddenly felt empty—something which I hadn’t felt in a very, very long time.

“Put the inflatables in her, and then go get yourself ready for a good fuck tonight. You’ve done well.”

I didn’t need to wonder which of us he was talking to. In record time, Mary had forced an inflatable cock in both my pussy and my ass. She handed the pumps to Sir, and then she was gone.

Before he pumped them full of air, he put the water mask on me again. Then the two dildos started growing inside me, and kept growing. I tried to breathe to ease their way, but that was a mistake. All I got was a lungful of water, and still Sir kept pumping my dildos bigger, longer, wider
, deeper while I choked.

When he finally set the two pumps aside, the piercings in my nipples and clit jolted to life
, their electric effect multiplied by the water, and I had yet another painful, panicked orgasm.

I was still spluttering and coughing when he released my ankles
and wrists from the restraints and spun me around to face him. I didn’t have any time to react or prepare myself for what would happen next.

Another mask came over my head, a different one than before. This one left a hole around my mouth, but fit tightly everywhere else.
Something long and thin pressed up into each of my nostrils.

“As long as you suck and swallow like you know how to do, you’ll get air. If you stop
doing what I want, the air stops.”

With both hands at the back of my head, Sir pressed me forward and down, until the sleek head of his cock pressed between my lips. I opened for him. He kept pushing my head down through the water filling the tub until my lips met the base of his
huge, familiar cock.

A thin
amount of oxygen, just enough to keep me going and no more, streamed through those things pushing up into my nostrils.

I sucked and swallowed, marveling at the sensation of him growing, forcing the walls of my throat to tighten against him.
He fisted his hands in my hair and pulled back until his cock was nearly free from my mouth, then forced my head all the way down again. He repeated the process, each time faster than the last, about seven or eight times. Then he stopped with his cock buried fully in my throat.

I felt him fiddling with something behind my head, but I couldn’t tell what he was doing. I just tried to focus on suckling and swallowing, so that I could keep breathing. After a minute, my head was pulled back and pushed forward again, but both his hands were on my body, squeezing my breasts mercilessly. He must have attached some sort of fucking machine to my head, forcing me to use my throat to fuck him at a frenzied pace.

He kept toying with my tits, pinching and slapping them in a way that brought me closer and closer to coming again while he throat fucked me. After a few minutes of that, he pumped my dildos some more, stretching me to impossible limits. And then, of course, he zapped my piercings so that I had a massive, screaming orgasm with his cock deep in my throat.

It wracked through me so intensely that I lost my head for a minute and stopped sucking and swallowing. Just as he’d promised, my stream of oxygen got cut off. He hadn’t stopped the jolts of electricity flying through my most sensitive parts, forcing me through a terrifyingly long and intense climax, and he sped up the fucking machine forcing my head repeatedly over his dick and making me more and more desperate for air.

My lungs ached, burned, and I felt close to passing out, but I couldn’t stop the scream from tearing from my throat for far too long.

Finally, through my panic, I remembered the key to breathing. Suck and swallow. Suck and swallow.

I renewed my efforts and was rewarded with a shallow stream of air being pumped into my nostrils.

Suck and swallow.

Monstrous, unending, electrified orgasm.

Suck and swallow.

Pump the dildos bigger.

Suck and swallow.

It went on seemingly forever. Every now and then, he’d stop the jolts going to my piercings for a while, maybe slow down the pace the fucking machine was pushing me to. I’d wonder if he was getting close to coming, to shooting his cum deep into my throat. But then he’d zap me again, shocking me to the point that I’d forget to suck and swallow, and he’d cut off my air.

I felt like it went on for hours. I couldn’t know. But then, finally, while I was still screaming in
pained ecstasy from my latest piercing-fueled orgasm, a hot stream of cum shot down my throat. I lapped it up greedily, swallowing every bit and savoring it, because for the first time in far too long, it came from Sir.

I kept sucking and swallowing his cock until he stopped the fucking machine and pulled my head up and off him. Leaving the mask on me, he pulled me up and kissed me, so soft and tender, wrapping both of his arms around my body so I was straddling him.

I still had the dildos in me, but as always, he was still hard, and in no time I was grinding myself against him, hoping I could entice him into fucking me. I’d taken two cocks in both my cunt and my ass, after all. It would hurt like hell, but pain only made me come harder. We both knew that.

The head of his cock kept rubbing against my clit
, and he hadn’t turned off the electric piercings, and my frenzied orgasm had been going on for so long I thought I would surely die at any moment, but I didn’t care.

I wanted more.

I wanted Sir.

He kept kissing me, grinding his hips up against me as his hands roved all over my body. I was so lost in pleasure-pain, so focused on the thought of getting Sir to fuck me, that I didn’t notice he was once again restraining my arms and legs behind me until it was too late.

When he stopped kissing me and pulled back, my back was forced into a crazy arch from how my arms and legs were bound together. My body almost made a circle, if a human body could do such a thing.

He lifted himself out of the tub from beneath me, and I rolled forward so my face fell into the water. I held my breath, sure he would drain the tub or pull me out of it soon. I had to hold my breath for a very long time, so long my lungs were bursting, but eventually he pulled me out of the water.
Only then did he stop the electric jolts zapping my clit and tits.

I couldn’t tell where he was carrying me to, since I still had the mask over my face. I still had no idea what day it was, if it was day or night, how long I’d been used by his clients…it was all still completely unknown.

He finally set me down on something cold and metal that was only beneath my belly. My breasts hung free over one end, and my cunt and ass were fully exposed on the other end. He forced my arms and legs apart, so the right side was spread well away from the left side, painfully so, and secured them in position with chains.

Once more, I felt the very familiar catheter inserted, and then I felt the sting in my arm as I was gifted with a new IV bag.

Only then did he take off my mask.

After blinking a few times, I realized I was back in his bedroom and it was almost dusk.

My old cross, cage, and sawhorse had been removed, and my current contraption had been put in its place. I was situated so I was facing the bed and TV.

Sir grabbed a fistful of my hair, knotted it, and put a hook in place to keep my head up. “You performed very well for my clients, slave,” he murmured, his voice lacking any sort of real emotion. “Because of you, I’ve secured dozens of new foreign contracts.”

He walked to the bed, where I could see Mary’s clothing lying neatly. He picked up her panties and a roll of duct tape from his nightstand, and then came back to me. Her panties were forced into my throat, and he placed the tape over my mouth so I couldn’t spit them out. I tasted her sex and ass on them.

“Because of how good you were, I’m going to reward you.”

By fucking me? Dear god, I hoped he was going to fuck me.
But the IV bag and catheter couldn’t be part of a reward, could they?

He moved behind me so I couldn’t see what was going on. Something moved under me, and settled in place right against my clit. This process repeated twice, with each new item pressing against my nipples. I wanted to look down and see what they were, but he’d prevented me from doing that.

He pumped my dildos several more times, making them so big inside me that I was sure they were going to come out through my mouth at any moment. Then I felt the electric jolt of my piercings. My newest orgasm started instantaneously.

That couldn’t have possibly have prepared me for what was to come next, though. Sir flipped a switch, and I realized he’d placed a magic wand under both tits and my clit. They were all three turned to high, and my entire body clenched into a massive, shuddering climax that wouldn’t end until he turned them off.

I screamed into my gag, whimpering, begging him with my eyes to make my torture end once he moved back into my line of sight. Tears were pouring freely down my cheeks as my body convulsed in front of him.

“Good slave,” he said as he bent to kiss my forehead. “Tonight will be a night you’ll never forget.”

Then he turned the TV on and a gang bang porno was in front of me. He took Mary’s uniform off the bed, putting it in a drawer. Out of that same drawer, he pulled out two more big vibrating dildos and three IV bags, setting them on a table beside me.

“I’m off to have dinner. I’ll be back to check on you later. Enjoy your entertainment.”

After that, I was left alone for quite some time. I was covered in sweat, tears, and snot, my body hadn’t stopped wracking with orgasm upon orgasm, and I’d watched three different porn flicks by the time he returned.

When he did, Mary was with him, as naked as the day she was born. He took his time setting her up on the bed, tying her with ropes until her knees were tucked up by her chin and her arms were immobilized behind her back. He seemed completely oblivious to my distress as he worked on her, methodically tying her up so she’d be unable to move a muscle.

He situated her face down with her ass end near the edge of the bed and almost immediately started fucking her cunt. He took a fistful of her hair in his hand and jerked her head up and back, using it as leverage to drive his cock deeper, harder into her.

I was powerless to do anything but watch them and the porn flicks. Well, that and come, long and hard and painfully intense because of the magic wands forcing my body to jerk and gyrate against my bonds.

Mary’s squeals of pleasure were driving me mad with jealousy. I was so focused on my jealousy that for quite a while I didn’t realize what the porno we were watching was.

It was me. With his clients.

Apparently, Sir hadn’t just snapped pictures of me when all that was going on, but he’d had a film crew recording the entire thing. There were multiple angles, close-ups…you name it, he had the footage.

I watched, fascinated, as my body was used and abused in every way imaginable. There were tortures I didn’t recall at all, as I’d been passed out cold, but now I could experience them all over again.

I got so caught up in watching myself that I didn’t realize Sir had stopped fucking Mary—not until he stopped the magic wands, and I collapsed as much as I could. I felt his hands between my legs, and then the two inflatable dildos began to shrink in size. I assumed he would remove them and replace them with the vibes he’d set out on the table earlier.

I was only partially correct in my assumption.

Without removing the inflatables, he started working the first vibrator inside my pussy alongside the other one. Even though he’d deflated it quite a bit, there wasn’t enough room inside me to accommodate them both without a great deal of stretching—very painful stretching, which pushed on my bladder and made me realize just how desperate I was to pee.

Once he had that one in place, he repeated the process in my ass, sparking fresh tears pouring down my cheeks. I whimpered, hoping he would stop with that, at least for now. I knew better than to assume he would leave me alone like that for the entire night. Sir was always pushing my limits further than I believed I could handle.
He turned the two vibes on, starting at a low setting. The setting didn’t matter, though. Not once you combined all of the things he was doing to me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him take an IV bag off the table, so I knew that would soon be adding to the pressure in my bladder. If I was lucky, he would release the clamp and allow at least a little urine to pass now.

I wasn’t lucky.

Instead of releasing any of the pressure on my abdomen, he added to it by once again inflating the first pair of dildos. I screamed into my gag at the pain of it, but within seconds my body was cramping and pulsing with another climax.

He moved back in front of me and kissed my forehead, then licked the path of my tears. “Do you like watching yourself being fucked? That’s another way you’re going to make me more money. I’ve started up a porn site starring you and all the ways you’ve been abused. You’re making me tens of thousands of dollars a day just from the site, plus it is leading people to order more of my products. You’re proving a very worthwhile investment.”

A worthwhile investment? He bought me to make money off me? I’d thought he spent a million dollars on me so that he could fuck me any way he wanted and as much as he wanted, but this would explain it a whole lot better. Especially since he hadn’t fucked me at all. He’d just allowed anyone and everyone else to fuck me.

Sir might never fuck me. He might just keep me to continue torturing me.

The weight of reality felt like a ton of bricks crashing down on me.

He turned a spotlight on me, and then pushed a button on the wall I’d never noticed before. “Video cameras,” he explained. “You’re going out live on the internet tonight. Over thirty thousand people are signed on to pay twenty dollars an hour to watch you suffer for the next ten hours. Let’s give them their money’s worth.”

Sir flipped the switch on my magic wands again and went back to
fuck Mary’s ass. Throughout the rest of the night, as Sir put me through his various tortures, I continued to climax and sob and ache, only the ache was different now. I’d begun to resign myself to the fact that I was truly a slave, nothing more than a fuck toy, an experiment, an investment.

When the sun rose behind me, Sir took Mary’s maid uniform from the drawer, untied her, and sent her on her way with a sharp slap on her well-fucked ass. I hadn’t slept a wink. Those magic wands had made certain of that, not to mention the unending footage of my recent abuse flashing before me on the TV screen.

After the door closed, he went back to that same drawer and pulled out another IV bag, a cane, and god only knew what the rest of it was. “I’m taking a week’s vacation,” he said as he moved behind me, out of my line of sight. I felt his hands between my legs, and then he started pumping the inflatables some more. “That means I get to focus entirely on you for a whole week. Doesn’t that sound good?”

Silly me, I thought he already did focus entirely on me. But then, he did usually have me spending three hours a day in the gym, and the entire afternoon in the test subject orgy. And there was all the time he spent fucking Mary. Did this mean he wasn’t going to fuck her all week?

All through the night, he’d only added two or three pumps to my inflatables at a time. This morning was different. I started screaming by the fifth pump. My bladder felt like it would burst by the eighth pump. He didn’t stop until he got to twelve.

“I suppose I’ll have to stop there for now, since that’s threatening to push your vibes completely out.
We can’t have that happen, can we? Speaking of which…” He adjusted the settings on the vibes, turning them both to what I hoped was high and putting them on two different pulsation patterns.

Next, he hung a new IV bag, ensuring continued pressure on my bladder.
If that wasn’t enough, he set a brick on my lower back, and then another, and a third. He wrapped saran wrap over the bricks and under the metal slab I was perched upon, around and around, pulling ever tighter to be sure the bricks couldn’t accidentally fall off me. Then I heard a ripping sound and felt pressure against my cunt and ass. Duct tape. He made figure eights around my upper thighs, forcing the vibes and dildos to remain exactly where they were. He left an opening where the various tubes were hanging out and over my clit, where the magic wand was continuing its torture.

When he moved in front of me, he put more duct tape over my eyes. For a few minutes, I had no idea what he was doing. I heard strange sounds, but couldn’t piece them together. Then out of nowhere, he ripped the duct tape off my mouth, pulled the wadded up panties free, and kissed me long and deep.

“How about we make use of your pretty mouth for a while? Whatever I put in your mouth, you’re to swallow. Immediately. All of it. No questions. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I somehow got out through my sobs.

His cock was the first thing to hit my lips, which was easy enough to swallow at this point, even if it was caked with the remnants of his night with Mary. After a few minutes of fucking my throat, he increased the difficulty by pinching my nose closed with a clothespin. I could only breathe when he pulled free. The lack of oxygen only intensified my orgasms. As did the stinging blows from the cane. He swung it against the soles of my feet, the sides of my breasts, any exposed parts of my legs he could reach, over and over and over again in time with his thrusts.

He finally shot his cum down my throat and pulled free. I swallowed greedily, gasping for breath. Only seconds passed before something else hit my lips. It felt like a straw or a tube. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked, and would have immediately gagged if Sir hadn’t put the palm of his hand over my mouth to prevent it.

He was forcing me to drink my own room temperature urine.

So I could breathe, he removed the clothespin from my nose, never removing his palm from my mouth. I sucked and swallowed until there was no more.

That was when he released the valve on my catheter.

My mouth quickly filled with warm piss, tons of it, so much I felt like I might drown in it. I swallowed and swallowed, convulsing
from the intensity of sensation racing through me from head to toe.

At last, my bladder was empty but my belly was full. Sir removed the tube from my mouth
and replaced it with the all-too-familiar cock gag.

“Suck on that for a few minutes,” he murmured, moving behind me. He fiddled with the tubes hanging out of me, surely clamping the catheter again. And then he pumped my dildos fuller. Somehow there was room, after my bladder had been emptied. It wouldn’t stay empty for long, though. I tried not to panic, but that was getting harder and harder to control.

Which was precisely the point. He had taken all control from me, leaving me at the mercy of his whims. He controlled who I fucked, how I fucked, whether I slept or not, what I ate and drank, my bodily functions—and soon enough, at this rate, he would even control my mind.

It might be easier just to give in to it all, to stop trying to maintain any self of myself. To become his slave in every way. T
o be nothing more than the fuck-toy-slash-chemical-experiment-slash-monetary-investment that he’d made me.

Once he stopped pumping air into my dildos, he put a pair of noise-cancelling headphones over my ears and cranked the volume up.