by recalcitrantslave (@) gmail.com
added: 09/30/09

I stayed bound on that table in the dark until I began to drift 
off. I was exhausted, and my body ached. My mouth was totally
 filled with two loads of my captors’ cum, and I knew 
that if I spat it out, the punishment would be far worse than
 what I was currently enduring. I wanted to swallow, and 
I had some indication from my female captor that I would
 be getting a large amount of the protein in my diet from cum,
but I was forbidden to do that too. I hadn’t eaten in
 days now, and I was desperate to get anything into my stomach,
 even two loads of strangers’ cum, mixed with my spit
 and some vaginal secretions. God, I felt so low.

I began thinking about food to try to stay awake, but that 
caused me to start salivating even more. My stomach rumbled
 and gradually my mouth began to overflow. I was going to
start to lose my precious meal if I didn’t swallow just 
a little. I tried to only swallow a small amount, but reflex
 took over and I gulped down most of my mouthful. I was screwed. 
Realizing I would be punished for this transgression,
 I decided to make the most of it, and swallowed the rest of 
the gooey mess. I grimaced at the thought of gulping down 
that much cum, but the hours of lying with it in my mouth had 
pretty much desensitized me to the taste. I licked the rest
of it off my teeth, swallowed again and, since I no longer
 had to stay awake to hold that cum in my mouth, I passed out.

I was awakened once again to a flood of light filling my concrete
 cell. I could see my three captors upside down from my position
on the table. “Clean his piercings, and then we can teach him a lesson
 about disobeying orders, ” ordered the female.
I squinted and one of the figures moved forward. I could
 only assume it was the husband, since he seemed to have been
 given the responsibility of taking care of me. He started
 with my nipples. He swabbed them with alcohol, and then 
turned the rings. He moved to my taint, and my cock and cleaned
 them as well. Then he moved to my face, and my nostrils burned
 with the odor of alcohol as he cleaned my septum. When he
 was done, he went back and stood by the other two.

Then I heard that feminine voice again. “Now it’s
 time for your punishment, bitch. I told you specifically
 not to swallow that cum, but you did it anyway. That mouthful
 was going to be part of your lunch today, yes, but it had another
 purpose. It was going to be your lube first. But now we’re
 going to have to insert your plug dry.” She motioned
 to one of the figures. My eyes were adjusting, and I could
 see it was the black man. He moved up and I could see he held
 a butt plug. It wasn’t huge, but it certainly wasn’t
 small. As he moved around between my spread legs, which
were still suspended by ropes from rings in the ceiling,
I began to pray that there were enough remnants of my earlier
 raping back there to ease this in. Unfortunately, I was 
bone dry.

He moved between my legs, and I contracted my sphincter
as much as possible as he placed the tip to my ass. “Now,
 push it in, ” she demanded. He began to force the plug 
into me, and I felt like he was just pushing my own asshole
 back inside out. Then he began twisting it back and forth
as he pushed it in. My ass burned, and it felt like I was being
 torn in half. I let out a cry of pain as he gave a particularly
 forceful twist, and then I felt a stinging slash of a particularly 
nasty whip across my stomach. “Keep your mouth shut
 slave.” I fought back a whimper, and had to bite my 
lip at the next twist of the plug. My ass was on fire, and my
black captor just kept at it. He wrenched that dry plug back
and forth until it finally slipped in, no doubt somewhat 
lubricated by a trickle of blood. When I relaxed, I released
 my lower lip from my teeth and tasted blood in my mouth as
well. I was sure the damage to my lip was nothing compared
 to the damage that had been done to my anus.

“And now it’s time for your punishment.”
My heart sank. My ass was destroyed and that wasn’t
even the punishment she had in mind. “I’m going
 to whip you, and you’re going to hold that plug in your
 ass. If you drop it, it’s going to get much worse.”
She raised her arm and brought the whip down across my stomach.
 It was something akin to a cat-o-nine-tails. It was short
 and black with several strips of leather protruding from
 the handle. Each individual strip was fixed with sharp
 metal studs which simultaneously pummeled and pricked
 the tender flesh on my stomach. The blows of the studs combined
 with the whipping created an agonizing combination. She
 delivered another blow, and another, and another. I tensed
 with each lash, and then I felt it, the plug was starting
to slip. I began to panic. It would have been locked securely
 in my ass, except that I was bleeding just enough to wet the
 plug thoroughly. I tried to keep my focus on the plug, and
 endure the beating. She continued to whip me until I felt
 thoroughly tenderized, and with each blow, the plug would
 slip just a little. With her last blow I felt the plug start 
to go. I thought for sure that I had lost it, and I thrashed
 and struggled as much as I could in my current position,
trying to get any leverage I could to keep the plug in me.
Finally, I felt it start to slide back in, and the rest of 
my body relaxed, while my sphincter gripped that plug like
a vise.

“Not bad, slave. I guess we can let you relax for a while,
but you’re going to do it like the dog you are.”
She motioned to the two men, and they began to untie my legs.
I could feel one of them push the plug back up inside me all
the way. It went in easily. When they got them loose, my legs
 went wonky. They had been bound up and stretched in that
 one position for too long. They then bound my ankles together,
 and proceeded to release my wrists. When they were freed,
 they sat me up, which drove the plug in as deep as it would
 go, and then handcuffed my wrists together in front of me.
”Now dog, back to your cage.” They lifted me 
and carried me over to the open cage again. I heard the whoosh
 of the whip and felt a thousand stinging blows across my
still-bruised ass. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes 
tightly for a moment, and then began crawling into the cage
as best I could. Once I was inside, I collapsed on the floor
 of the cage, and felt the door slam shut behind me. I heard
it being locked, and then the woman said. “Now lay
there and relax, bitch. Don’t you dare move.”

With that she crawled up onto the top of the cage, spread 
her legs, and said, “get over here and fuck me.”
I looked up and saw the black man approach her cunt, kneel
 down just a bit, and then enter her. She must have been 
dripping wet after abusing me, because his massive cock
 slipped to the hilt in her pussy with little effort. He then
 began pumping in and out of her in long slow strokes. I watched
 the show for a bit, and then I heard something behind me.
Since the woman appeared to be preoccupied with being fucked,
 I chanced a glance back. Her husband was standing at the
other end of the cage, directly behind me, jerking off.

She was really getting into her fucking and was moaning.
 She reached up and raked her nails down the black man’s
 chest, but he just kept plowing his thick tool into her cunt.
 I watched her ass pressed against the bars. His balls kept
 slapping her over and over, and her cunt ran with sweet fluids,
 which dribbled down her ass crack and dripped right in front
 of my face. He was pounding harder and faster, and she was
 thrashing and screaming now. Finally, the woman was gasping
for air and managed to say “Cum now.” With that
 command, the black man drove all the way into her and let
out a low growl. She came violently right then. He stood 
there pumping his load into this woman’s pussy, as
s he writhed and moaned directly above me. Cum oozed out
 and landed before me in splatters on the floor of my cage.
He kept his cock buried inside her until she pushed him away.
When she did that, a flood poured out and I actually felt
a few spatters of cum hit my face.

She lay on top of my cage breathing heavily, and dribbling
 just a little. Now that they had stopped I was once again
 aware of her husband behind me. He was working his cock furiously
 and sucking in quick shallow breaths. He was on the verge.
”Do it on him, ” the woman commanded sitting
 up just a bit. He began to gasp and then with one grunt I felt
a splash hit my upper back. Then another one. Then another 
hit my lower back and ass. Finally, one last stream of cum
shot onto my right leg. The chubby man leaned over and braced
 himself on my cage. Once again I had been marked as his bitch.
 I hated myself when I realized that I was suddenly aroused.
 Here was a man who appeared to be a cuckold, lower than his
 wife and her lover, but I was his toy. I was even baser than
 this man, and some part of me loved it.

“Now, for dinner.” With that, the chubby man,
 stood back up, and left the room. he returned with something 
long and somewhat smooth. It was a cucumber, but something
 had been done to it. Someone had taken something like a very
small melon baller and made divots all over its surface.
 The husband held the cucumber and his wife spread her legs.
 He stepped forward and then pressed the cucumber into her.
 She moaned, and he began working it in and out. This continued
 for some time until she reached down, grabbed hold of the
cucumber and took it away from her husband. She then pulled
 it out and dropped it down into my cage. It landed in front
of my face. All the divots had been completely filled with
 the mixed fluids of the woman and her black lover. I didn’t
 care; I was starving. I crawled forward, picked up the cucumber
 with my cuffed hands, and began to bite into it.

“NO!” she shouted. It occurred to me suddenly.
 Dogs don’t have hands. I dropped the cucumber and then
 bent my head down and began to eat. She seemed satisfied.
”Now, you can lick me if you like, ” she said
 to her husband. He eagerly knelt down and dove between her 
legs, slurping up the sticky mess that had been made there. 
I didn’t care, I was starving. I stayed hunched there
 and devoured my cum-covered treat. When I was done, licked
 the floor clean, and then I crawled forward just a bit more 
to reach the water bottle at the back of my cage. I began sucking
 on the water-dispensing dildo. As I serviced this plastic
 phallus, I occasionally felt a drops of the woman’s 
juices on the back of my neck. Her husband was tonguing her
 to a second orgasm. I continued to suck down my toilet water 
like a good dog, while a second orgasm wracked her body.
I looked up and saw her husband’s face buried between 
her legs, with her hand entangled in his hair. After a moment
 she released him, and I went back to sucking that plastic 
cock. The two men helped her off the cage, and they made their
 way to the door of my cell. I looked back and saw the woman
 turn around and say, “Get some sleep, you’re 
going to need it.” She then turned back and closed 
the door behind her. I finished drinking my water, and then
 curled up on the floor of my cage like a good dog. My ass throbbed
 around the plug. My nipples, septum, cock, and taint were
sore where they had been pierced, my legs still felt a bit
shaky, and I could feel the cum drying all over me. Naturally,
my cock stood straight out and drooled. I hadn’t been
able to cum yet, and I was more than ready, but I was also physically
 and emotionally spent. It only took a few minutes before
 I was asleep.