AUTHOR: recalcitrantslave (@) gmail.com

I awoke again in the dark. My head was swimming. I reached up to see if I was still blindfolded, but my hands stopped short with a metallic clatter. Each of my wrists seemed to be cuffed to a metal bar. I tried to move my feet, and found them to be bound similarly. Then my eyes began to focus. I wasn’t blindfolded any more, and it wasn’t completely dark, but very nearly so. I seemed to be chained up inside a cage. I was apparently still wearing my collar, and it was attached to the cage as well. There were dull aches all over my body where I had been pierced, but I couldn’t position myself so as to touch any of the injuries.

I was completely parched, and I squinted intently in the darkness hoping to see if I had been left any water. Then I spotted something out of the ordinary. It looked like a rod protruding into the cage from between the bars directly in front of me. I couldn’t get anywhere close to reaching it with either hand, so I decided to lean forward and explore it with my mouth. When I touched my tongue to it, I tasted something. It took me a minute to place it. It was dried cum, and it appeared to have been smeared all over a massive dildo. I explored it a bit more with my tongue imagining the day that I’d be turned around in this cage and impaled on this monster. But then I discovered a moist spot. It must have been a pinhole, because no water was leaking out, it was just slightly damp. Then it occurred to me. This was my water bottle. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and wrapped my lips around this plastic, cum-smeared cock, and began to suck. Water dribbled into my mouth as I went down on the dildo, and I slurped it up. I nursed that cock until my stomach sloshed and my jaw ached, and then I collapsed in my cage breathing hard. I kissed the floor of my cage with a grin. I was being trained to suck cock just to get my nourishment, and I was going to get used to tasting cum too.

Suddenly I heard a door and the room turned white. I hadn’t seen anything in at least a day, but it may have been longer, and my eyes weren’t able to adjust. I squinted at three fuzzy silhouettes. “On your knees, bitch” a feminine voice commanded sternly. The power in her voice caused me to jump up out of instinct. Once I realized that I wasn’t a bitch, the idea of escape flashed in my mind, and was gone. I was in no position to mount an escape, I was just going to have to endure this.

I squinted my eyes and attempted to examine the room I was in. Even though I was chained and caged in this room, the room appeared to be a cell. It was cold concrete, with a few pads on the floor, and the saddest excuse for a toilet in one corner. Metal rings protruded from the walls, floor, and ceiling. The cage door clicked and then creaked open behind me. I turned my head to see what they were doing, but then I felt a burning slash across my ass. I yelped at what could only have been a riding crop. How many hundreds of lashes had I dispensed to my slaves? I had no idea, but I knew that right now a welt was rising across my ass cheeks, and it would soon be a black and purple line. I felt them unshackle my feet from the cage, and then pull them close and chain them together. They released my wrists too.

“Lay down, and put your hands behind your back, slave.” I hesitated briefly. I was no slave. But then I felt a second stinging slash, this one on my lower back. I dropped do my stomach and threw my hands behind me, wincing. Arms reached through the bars and cuffed my wrists together.

“I can see you’ve been a thirsty little cocksucker,” the woman said. “You’ve nearly drained your water bottle. Perhaps you’d like some more.” With that, one of the two men, who I could now see as a muscular black man with a bald head left the room and returned with a glass. I thought he was going to pour it into my water, but the glass was empty. As I lay bound in the opened cage, I watched him walk over to the toilet in the corner, kneel down and scoop up some water. He then came back and poured it into my bottle. I wanted to gag. But then I thought of all the things they could have  put into my water, and a little toilet water didn’t seem so bad after all.

“Now, lets get you taken care of for today.” My ankles were grasped firmly by the other man, and I was pulled out of my cage on my stomach. The black man walked back over and together they lifted me up by my arms. They carried me over to the toilet, and sat me down upon it. They pushed my knees apart. The light was dim, but I could see the water below my dangling cock and the sparkle from my new piercing. I could now see the second man. He was white, and a little bit chubby. He just looked like a middle class wage slave, except that he was standing before me wearing some kind of leather harness. I got my first glimpse of the woman as well. She was beautiful. She wore a leather corset, stiletto heels and long black gloves.

The chubby man was carrying a plastic bag. From it, he produced a toothbrush and some toothpaste. The woman said, “He’s yours, honey, you do it.” He looked at her, and then stepped forward and thrust the toothbrush down between my legs into the toilet. Once it was wet, he applied some toothpaste to it and spoke his first word to me: “Open”. My mind for just a second, trying to think of a way to escape having my teeth brushed with toilet water. Suddenly, he slapped me across the face and commanded again. “Open.” This time I obeyed. He brushed my teeth thoroughly. One does not realize how intimate of an act this is. I sat there more embarrassed than I had been knowing that three strangers were looking at my exposed cock. When he was done, he directed me to spit. I leaned forward and did. Then he commanded me to use the restroom. I tried to piss, but with three staring at me, it was hard. After a few seconds, a small trickle began, but there just wasn’t much in me. My penis burned as the urine flowed bast my piercing, but I gritted my teeth and got through it. He reached behind me and flushed the toilet, and then took a washcloth and dipped it into the water. He gave me a quick sponge bath on the toilet, and then produced some alcohol and cotton. He then began to visit each one of my piercings. He swabbed them and turned the rings. My nipples burned, my cock did too, and my eyes watered when he did it with the septum piercing. I think that was the point. I could only imagine what it was going to be like being led around by it. I had a new appreciation for why a small man could control a large bull with such a ring. Finally, he and the black man grabbed me and flipped me over and took care of the piercing in my taint. I had no idea what that one would be used for, and hadn’t really heard of anyone else being pierced there before.

When I was all done, the woman gave a look to the chubby fellow and he left the room. He returned pushing some kind of padded table on wheels. The surface of the table sloped downward slightly. He locked the wheels in place and then came over and grabbed one of my arms, and the black man grabbed the other. The hoisted me up roughly, and hauled me over to the table. They uncuffed me again and placed me on the table on my back so that my head was on the lower end. I could see lots of steel rings in the ceiling above me. My arms were pulled down and attached to the table. My ankles were separated from one another. Rope was tired to each of them which was then looped through rings in the ceiling. My legs were pulled up and apart until my ass was just starting to lift off the table. I felt a tug on my balls, and I leaned forward. I could see the woman doing something with them. I felt something wrap around the base of them tightly, and then a weight pull them down. They were being stretched over the edge of the table. I had been too dazed to be aroused by any of this until right now. Suddenly my cock began to harden, but because of the weight, instead of standing up, it stuck straight out.

“Now slave, I’m going to tell you a few things about your new position, but you will have to pay for this knowledge.”

“Pay?” I asked suddenly. As soon as I did, the black man hit me in the stomach, hard. My head swam, and I found myself unable to breathe for a second. Finally, I began to gasp for air.

“Slaves don’t speak unless commanded, and I didn’t command you to speak. If you keep it up, we might just have to cut your tongue out. It would be a shame though, because then you’d be useless to me as anything but a pain slave. We’ve decided to keep you a little longer than we agreed.” With that, she took her payment by striking my stretched balls with the crop. The pain was blinding, but I knew she had held back a great deal. “You’re not only going to be forced and used like you wanted, but you will become a slave.” Again, a lash. “We are going to break you down and build you back up.” Another lash. “My husband here now owns you, ” she said motioning to the chubby man, before delivering one more blow to my brutally abused balls. “Now, you’re on a strict diet. We’re going to limit the amount of protein you get in your food, so you’re going to be completely dependent on getting as much outside protein as possible.” With that she smiled wickedly, and slashed at my balls again. Then she delivered three more blows to them in rapid succession. I writhed against my bonds in agony. My erection was long melted away now.

Then the woman came around and climbed up on my chest. “You will do exactly as you are told or else my husband will make sure you lose those balls.” She straddled my face and I instinctively leaned my head back so that her pussy would cover my mouth, but she stopped and lowered her asshole to my lips. “Now lick.” I began to work my tongue slowly around her asshole, getting it nice and slick. As I was doing his I could see the black man approaching from above me, his massive cock extended. “Now, tongue fuck me, slave.” I pointed my tongue and began pushing it inside her. As my tongue parted her sphincter, the man’s cock entered her. Once my tongue was completely extended, I began to pump it in and out slowly. The cock continued to work its way in, and finally a pair of balls were dragged across my forehead and as he buried himself to the hilt, they came to rest on the bridge of my nose. Then he began to fuck her slowly, raking them across my forehead repeatedly. It was humiliating, and I realized that I was suddenly rock-hard again when I felt a hand grab my cock. It was pulled upwards roughly, and then the pressure on my balls was released. The husband had apparently freed them. Then I found out why, when I felt the pressure at my ass. I tried to relax my asshole, but when I did, I felt a slap on my stomach.

“Did I tell you to stop?” I was so focused on what was going on with the husband I had stopped rimming the woman. I resumed my focus on the asshole that was gripping my tongue, and just let the husband have his way with me. He pressed his slickened cock into me, and began fucking. He grabbed my spread and suspended legs and used them for leverage as he drove in deeply. When he hit the base, my balls exploded in pain. They were trapped between us, and apparently that was the idea. He began slamming into me over and over, and crushing my testicles with each inward stroke. I felt like a filthy slut, but my cock stood straight up and oozed. With my tongue, I could feel the pressure of the other cock in the woman’s vagina. It was slamming into her now, and I could taste their combined juices dribbling out onto my lips. My jaw began to get sore, and my tongue was screaming to rest, but I kept pumping.

Finally, I felt my mistress tense and grip my tongue tightly. She began cumming violently. She thrashed a bit on my face, and I thrust into her as deeply as I could. The black man continued to fuck her hard, and I could feel the sweat on his balls as they raked over my face. Finally, with a grunt he rammed his cock into her, and I could feel him pulsing inside through her rectal wall. He was depositing his load inside her.

At the same time, the husband was having a grand time with my ass. He would repeatedly pull out so far that my sphincter would begin to close behind his penis, just so he could force it back into me again. My balls were numb and throbbing, from repeated crushing, and every time he thrust in, he grabbed my hips and pulled them to increase the pressure. Then the black man pulled out of my mistress. She slid down off of my tongue and sat squarely on my chest.

“Clean him off, ” she commanded, and a glistening black cock touched my lips. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. “Remember, if you even think about biting, you’re going to lose something.” I had no choice, I opened my mouth as wide as it would go, tilted my head back, and before I was ready, this dripping cock slid into my mouth. “Get it spotless, or you’re going to pay.” I began sucking on it to get the last drops of cum out of it, and I swallowed those. Then I began working my aching tongue over the head, scouring it clean, and swallowing the sticky mixture. As I cleaned, he fed me more and more of his cock until I was on the verge of gagging. Still there was plenty to go. I was hoping I would get to clean it off from the sides, but no such luck. He drove his cock back into my throat and I couldn’t help but gag. I was tilted back into the perfect posture for a sword swallower, but I hadn’t mastered my gag reflex. I finally got it under temporary control and wrapped my lips around the base of his cock and held my breath. He then began pulling out, and my lips scraped every drop of the mess off of his black cock and into my mouth. When he pulled all the way out, I swallowed the mouthful. Tears trickled down my face from my earlier gagging.

The husband continued to pound away at my ass, and I could tell he was getting closer to orgasm. Once the black man had completely removed his cock, the woman slid forward again and commanded “Open, slave. You’ll need it, anyway.” I did as I was told, and she shifted and squatted over my face. She then squeezed out a massive glob of cum. Most of it dropped onto my tongue, but just a little splashed onto my lips. She continued to squeeze a dribbling stream into my mouth. “Don’t swallow, just hold it.” I did as I was instructed, and as the last drips of her juices flowed into my open mouth, her husband was positively ramming into me. He was going to blow his load. She turned to face him, and said “In his mouth.” The husband pulled out out of my ass, hurredly stepped around, grabbed my head and turned it sideways. He then jammed the
head of his penis in my mouth. There was no shit on it, but I could smell my ass nonetheless. As soon as the head passed my lips, it blew. Thick streams of cum shot against the back of my throat and added to the pool already in my mouth. He came in torrents, and he seemed to go on shooting forever. When he was finally done, it was all I could do to keep the cum in my mouth. I wanted to spit it out, but I knew that I would regret that. I didn’t want to swallow this massive
mouthful of cum, but even that was far better than just holding it in my mouth.

The woman climbed off of me with help from her husband. I turned my head back up to look at the ceiling. My face was coated in vaginal juices and dribbles of cum, and I could smell the musky odor of sex in the room. My ass throbbed, my tongue ached, and my cock pulsed and pleaded for release. Then my mistress and her husband walked out the the room and closed the door. It was pitch black, I was still bound to this table with my legs up in the air. I began to wonder how long I would have to hold my captors’ cum in my mouth.

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.