An unwilling slave....

It didn't seem like I slept long. When I woke up I heard the shower running in the bathroom next to the bedroom. My arms ached from being bound behind me all night, and I stretched as best I could.

I stood up and looked around the room to see if I could find the key to the cuff holding me to the bed. The nightstand next to the bed only had a lamp and a clock on it, the dresser top had a watch and some change. The TV was mounted to the wall so there was no TV stand, so I gave up on the idea of finding the key. I sat on the floor to check out the leg of the bed that I was shackled to. It had a unique hourglass shape to it, and the cuff on opposite my leg was cuffed to the narrow center. The cuff would not slide off, so I knew I was stuck at least for a while.

The shower stopped, and I laid down on the floor, as I was before. I closed my eyes, hoping he would think I was still asleep if when he walked in. I heard him shuffling around, probably drying off and getting ready for the day. I lost a little patience and opened my eyes, which was a mistake because as soon as I did, he walked in.

"Well hi there," He said casually as he walked past me. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist and no shirt. "I have to go to work today, so you need to be a good boy and stay here." He put the watch from the dresser on his wrist, and opened the top drawer. He took out a pair of boxers, let the towel around his waist drop, and put them on.

"Eventually I will have you trained as an obedient, mindless bitch that won't escape. Until then I need to keep you in a place where I know you won't get anywhere." He smirked as he took a dress shirt from the closet. "I would leave you on the floor where you are, but I have something better in mind."

I lay there, hungry and cold, wishing this would end. What was he going to do with me? I watched him stand there in his boxers and a dress shirt, combing his hair. I needed to do something soon to get out of here!

"Luckily I don't have to be at work for a little while, so I have some time to play with you," he said as he pulled dress pants over his boxers. He walked over to me and ordered me on my knees. I cringed at the thought, but did it anyways.

As I knelt, he crouched beside me and produced a key from his pocket. He used it to unlock my ankle from the cuff. At his order I stood and he held my left arm and shoved me towards the door. He didn't say a word as he led me through a hall, down stairs and down another flight of stairs to the basement.

The basement was finished and looked very nice, with plush carpet and a big screen. A comfortable looking couch was set up with a coffee table with some magazines spread across it. We walked past it to a grey door. He opened the door, and inside was completely different. The floor was cement, the walls brick. What looked like some mildew was on one wall and the only tiny window in the room was boarded up. Towards one corner was a metal pole that went from floor to ceiling. In the middle of the ceiling hung shackles, and a steel folding chair sat in the corner to the left of the door. Nothing else was in the room except a drain on in the far corner.

"Until I have you broken and obedient, this is where you will spend any time you are not being of use to me. I will give you a blanket, and that is all. If you have to shit or piss, either hold it or just go. But if you go, you will be punished and you will hose it down that drain." He grabbed my wrists and unlocked my handcuffs. I rubbed them to east the ache that was left from having handcuffs on for such a long time. I didn't get far with that, though, as he took my left arm and raised it above my head, cuffing it to the shackle hanging from the ceiling. He did the same to my right. The whole time he did so, I begged him to stop.

"Please don't leave me here, I don't want to be here," I pleaded.

After I was cuffed, and helplessly exposed, he answered. "I don't care what you want," he laughed. He rubbed his hand down my body and walked around me in circles. "Such a nice girl, you are."

He stood behind me and I heard his zipper. I started to plead with him again, but his hand covered my mouth. "Not a word, bitch. You are allowed to scream or moan, but if you say another word until I tell you, I'm going to make this a lot worse for you." His hand left my mouth and I kept it shut. I felt a cold chill as I thought of what he was going to do to me, what I would be screaming about. I had an idea of what he meant and didn't like it.

A second later I felt something on my ass. It was his cock! A slight squeal left my lips as I thought of what was about to happen. He chuckled, and since he was behind me I didn't see the smirk on his face. "This is going in dry, bitch. I don't use lube."

With that he slowly pressed himself into me. My eyes got huge, my mouth opened wide but nothing came out. It was very painful, but I couldn't scream. I was holding my breath and didn't even realize it. He didn't go all the way in and pulled out. He did this a few times, as if to get a rhythm going. I started to make groaning sounds, not from pleasure by any means but from a mix of pain and humiliation.

I felt his hands on my hips and suddenly he thrust his entire cock into me. I clamped my eyes shut and let out a quick, painful scream. He held my hips in place and kept his rod inside me. I struggled against my bonds growled in humiliation, but he had me in an iron grip and his rock hard cock stayed planted to the hilt.

He laughed as I struggled and yelled at me "SCREAM, BITCH!" and laughed playfully. He started thrusting himself back and forth, getting a rhythm and staying with it. I tried not to give him the satisfaction but I couldn't help myself. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I begged him to stop, begged him. I cried and fought the bonds that held me up but it was futile. The whole time he just kept pounding at me, holding my hips and not letting me budge. My screams became hoarse and turned into mindless babbling, asking him to stop and begging to go.

He held my hips and pushed himself all the way in again and stayed there. His grip tightened and he moaned loudly, and I felt him come inside me. It was the most humiliating feeling I've ever had. I stopped struggling at this point and just stood there, completely dejected. I could feel the tears on my cheeks, and I couldn't cry anymore as I thought of that had just happened.

He pulled out of me and I heard his zipper again as he placed his member back into his pants. "If you weren't strung up like that, I'd have you clean this for me, but that's ok this time." He didn't even look at me as he walked out of the room, but he didn't shut the door. I watched the door for a moment and he returned with a bottle of baby powder and a small box.

"Now damn it, I told you if you said a word, I was going to make this worse." He set the baby powder down on the steel chair and opened the small box. At this point I realized it was a box of chalk. That was in the back of my mind, though as I realized that I made the mistake of talking to him, babbling my desperate pleas for the pain to stop just minutes earlier.

At his order I put both feet close together. He drew a box around them, then reached up and took my hands from the cuffs. He ordered me not to move, and I didn't. He was closest to the door and there was no way I would get past him. He picked up the baby powder and started to sprinkle it around the square, making his way outward. The smell of the powder was pleasant against the stale odor of the cold room.

"I'm going to work. You are to stand in that square, feet together, until I get back and let you out. If you step out of the square, it will leave footprints. If I see any disturbance in this powder when I get back tonight, I'm going to pull every one of your teeth out. Got it?"

I nodded, trying to hide my terror. I knew he was serious about my pulling teeth, and I realized that standing in this exact position until he got back might prove impossible. He kept sprinkling the powder around me and finally stopped when there was a 3-4 foot barrier of powder surrounding me. It would be impossible to step over it.

"I'll be back in about 9 hours. Don't move..." he teased. With that he turned the light out and shut the door. I was in pitch blackness again, and was scared to death to move.