Indentured

by Lacey Kane

  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. To 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.

  My ears were filled with the sounds of trickling water.

  He left me alone long enough that the overly full feeling started to transfer from my belly to my bladder. The next change I felt was more weight on my lower back. Sir was adding more bricks, at least four more before he wrapped more saran wrap around me to keep them in place. While he was still behind me, he added a few more pumps to my inflatable dildos.

  But then almost all my external stimuli stopped. The electric zaps from my piercings stopped. The magic wands got tur
ned off. The internal vibes wouldn’t stop until their batteries died or he removed the tape and turned them off, but at least the rest of it was done for now.

  He pulled the gag out and replaced it with a straw. At least it felt more like a straw than the pee tube. I swallowed and realized it was my breakfast, a fruit and yogurt smoothie plus god only knew what else, all blended up into a disgusting liquid form.

  If I was getting breakfast, I figured the ten hours of live streaming was up. Probably.

  When I finished it, he replaced the straw with his cock. I started to suck and swallow, but was shocked when instead of getting hard and growing into a massive erection, he started peeing into my mouth. It shouldn’t have surprised me. Not after he’d had me drink my own urine only a short while ago, but I hadn’t been expecting it. Usually, when his cock hits my lips, he wants me to suck him off.

  I swallowed repeatedly, but the stream seemed to go on and on, like he’d been holding it just for me. His piss tasted even more bitter than my own had, and it was a struggle to get it all down.

  Once he finally stopped peeing in my mouth, he left his cock there. I knew that meant I should start sucking, but I couldn’t seem to make myself right away. The sharp slap of a riding crop stung my back, and so I started to suck and swallow. Almost instantly, his cock grew in my mouth to the size I’d come to expect.

  My near constant orgasm finally started to peter off, so I could focus more on the blow job I was giving him. Every now and then, though, I still convulsed and shuddered because of the internal vibrators, which was almost worse than the non-stop climax.

  But then he put the clothespin back over my nose and forced his cock deep into my throat, blocking off my airway. At almost the same moment, all my external stimuli came back at once, and I thrashed and screamed anew. He kept me in that state for almost a full minute, until I nearly passed out from it all, and then he allowed me to breathe and stopped the external stimuli.

  Sir went back to leisurely fucking my face for so long I thought he might just want to enjoy himself that way. And then when I least expected it, bam, again with the no air and insane electro-zapping, vibrating orgasm.

  He repeated this process at least five more times, each time forcing me to hold out longer than the time before. Then he shot his load down my throat and removed the headphones and the clothespin. My mouth was only empty for a moment. He slid the tube between my lips, and I had a feeling I knew what was coming.

  “Excellent work, slave,” Sir said while he fiddled around with some things. “We’re beginning a new training regimen this week. I’ll be utilizing a number of different training methods to achieve the desired result. Eventually, I want you to orgasm just as intensely as that every time I shut off your airway, whether you have stimuli aiding your orgasm or not.”

  Sure enough, moments after I felt the sweet relief of my bladder emptying, my mouth filled with my own piss. I swallowed as much as Sir allowed through, but he didn’t let me fully empty my bladder this time, clamping it again before I got too much relief. He removed the tube from my mouth and replaced it with the cock gag.

  “I’ve removed the IV. You won’t need it anymore. For the rest of the day, you will serve as the urinal for my staff. Any time one of my chemists needs to piss, he’s going to come in here and put his cock in your mouth. You will swallow every drop, and then you’ll thank him by sucking him off. I’ll be in periodically to deal with your bladder, but otherwise I’ll be preparing for tonight.”

  I didn’t have the first clue what he had in store for me tonight, but I couldn’t very well ask him. Even if I could, I wouldn’t. I’d learned it was best not to question him, because he was extremely creative when it came to punishments. And considering this was supposedly a reward for how well I’d handled his clients, I didn’t even want to think about what sort of punishments he’d devise right now.

  I felt him put something around my neck.

  “Operation instructions,” he explained. Then he left me.

  I’d only been alone for about a minute or two before I heard someone come in. He undid his zipper, removed my gag, and put his dick between my lips. I’d barely prepared myself by the time a hot stream of piss hit my tongue. As soon as he finished, he put both his hands on my ears and started fucking my mouth, his cock growing as I sucked and swallowed. It didn’t take long before he was fully engorged.

  After a minute or so, I felt the familiar pinch of the clothespin on my nose as he buried his cock deep in my throat, shutting off my ability to breathe. I screamed in shock and pain and ecstasy as the magic wands and electric piercings came alive at the same time. That must have been part of the operation instructions he’d left. Good god.

  Eventually, he shut them off and allowed me to breathe again as he took up a fast fucking rhythm. I started crying, but my tears didn’t go anywhere because of the duct tape over my eyes. He repeated the process twice more before he shot his cum down my throat and returned the cock gag to my mouth.

  I was rarely alone throughout the day. Sir had about a dozen chemists working for him, and I must have acted as a urinal for each of them at least three times. Sir, himself, had used me in that way on five separate occasions. Sometimes, when one of his chemists was making use of me, he had come in to add more weight to my back or to pump my dildos fuller or, twice, to have me drink my own piss. On those two occasions, he’d passed the tube into my mouth while I was already in the process of swallowing a cock. He forced the tube deep into my throat and then initiated my next orgasm with the electric piercings and magic wands and cutting off my ability to breathe.

  The sensation of drowning forced my orgasms to a new level. Of course, he already knew it would, having played with that in the tub last night.

  Finally, once I no longer felt the heat of the sun coming from the window behind me, I believed I was swallowing my final dose of urine as one of the chemists pissed in my mouth. I resolved to perform just as admirably this time as I had each of the dozens of others throughout the day. From the slightly sweet taste of his piss, I realized this was the chemist with the biggest cock—a good twelve inches or more once he was hard. He’d be able to keep me without oxygen quite easily for as long as he wanted with a cock that size.

  I drank all that he had to give and started sucking before I realized we weren’t alone. Sir was behind me, pumping more air into my dildos. The pressure on my abdomen instantly ignited a fresh bout of tears.

  As soon as he was hard, the chemist in my mouth pinched the clothespin on my nose and pushed all the way in. I felt the piss tube being shoved in as well as all my external stimuli jerked to life. I screamed and gurgled and thrashed, and eventually remembered to swallow. Sir tore the duct tape from my ass and thighs and cunt, ripping all of it away while I couldn’t breathe.

  The cock finally pulled free from my throat, but my piss was still flooding into me and I couldn’t breathe, and they didn’t turn off any of the added enhancements. I gurgled and choked as he kept fucking my face, trying to remember to suck, but it was almost impossible to suck and swallow at the same time, especially without being able to breathe.

  When my bladder was empty, they pulled the tube free. I got in one good breath before it started all over again. This time, Sir jerked the vibrator from my pussy, and then the inflatable dildo, but before I had the chance to feel empty he was shoving something else inside me. Something big. Something hot. His cock? Was he finally going to fuck me?

  No, this was too big to be even his cock.

  I was on the verge of passing out again when the man in my mouth allowed me to take two gasping breaths. He instantly pushed back in, and that was when I recognized it was Sir’s fist going deep into my pussy.

  He’d gotten his entire hand in, all the way to his wrist, and his fingers spread out, stretching my cunt. And still, he kept pushing deeper, stretching me further. I screamed and screamed over the cock in my mouth, but there was no getting away.

  After my next breath, Sir took th
e toys from my ass and worked his other fist inside it. His big hands, his muscular forearms, they were massive—much bigger than what I’d held previously. I sobbed and sobbed, sucked and swallowed, but it went on and on for far too long. And all the while, I came and came.

  Once sir had both arms inside me up to midway up his forearms, he started punching them in and out, back and forth, giving me the fiercest fuck I’d ever had in my life. The cock in my mouth went deep once more, preventing me from breathing. He held me like that longer, longer, so long that I finally, mercifully, passed out.

  When I came to, I still couldn’t see, but I was in a very different position.

  A cold, metal bar was behind my back, and my arms had been pulled over it and strapped into place. There was nothing supporting my ass, and my legs had been spread wide, with each knee bent over another metal bar and secured. My ankles were tied down as well, so my legs were fully immobilized. The cock gag was in my mouth and a fucking machine was working average sized dildos in both my cunt and my ass. Something was pinching my outer pussy lips and pulling them wide apart.

  As expected, my bladder felt insanely full, but I couldn’t pee because he still had the catheter preventing it.

  I moaned at my discomfort.

  “Ah. You’re awake again.” Sir moved near me and took off my cock gag, putting a straw in its place. “Swallow.”

  It was my dinner, fully liquefied and disgusting. I drank every drop. As soon as I finished that, he replaced it with a ginormous bottle of water.

  “No more piss,” he said. “At least for now. We’re moving on to other things, so you’ve got to stay hydrated.”

  I drank until my belly felt as full as my bladder. Then he brushed my teeth and had me gargle before kissing me long and hard on the mouth. He put his hand on my stomach while he kissed me, kneading my flesh just over the bladder. The harder he pushed, the more I cried. He bit my lower lip and ground his hips into my belly until I nearly had an orgasm just from needing to pee. After a few minutes, he bent and kissed my belly and then moved lower to suckle my clit while the machine fucked me, keeping the pressure on my stomach with his hands.