Journal of My Captivity – Pt. 2

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By Darkstar

My captive days continued as my Master puts me through tormenting training.

I woke up in the same chair/bed fixture, alone in this cold dark place, surrounded by brick walls like of a dungeon, with occasional wall mirrors here and there, all reflecting the undeniable status I was in.

My legs hung high and far apart, revealing my most private spot under the ceiling light. I was ashamed to look at my vagina, once my most treasured virginity, was violated by a man I never met, that I was forever unclean. I cried for a long time, until I heard a door unlock, and the man who raped me has returned.

I begged him to release me, swore that I would tell no one, but he didn’t seem to hear me, laid his hand on me like before, squeezing my flesh like I was his new toy, and then in horror he penetrated me again.

After what felt like another endless torment, I was left with nothing but my flesh and bones. My clothes were stripped away and so was my soul. My mind shattered, leaving nothing but pain from my torn flesh, and the agony inside my brutally beaten abdomen. I felt my breath slowly dying away, and I closed my eyes, looking forward to rest in peace.

A blast of cold water woke me, it came from everywhere, striking my skin in powerful jets. I cried once again, out loud. The man was flushing me with a hose, soaking me from head to toe, laughing as the jet stabbing my sensitive parts.

Once he had enough, he put away the hose and brought over a can of shaving cream, squeezed a handful of white foam and smeared all over my pubic area, then he took out a razor and began scraping off my hair.

It was most embarrassing, to have him closely examining my private, carefully shaving off my pubic hair, first the top, then the sides. The cold razor scraping across my sensitive skin made my skin crawl, I was so tense I held my breath the entire time, fearing that the tiniest movement may cause the blade to cut me.

He shaved thoroughly, even checking under my butt, to make sure every trace of my puberty was removed. Once he was satisfied with his work, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, forcing me to look at myself in the mirror.

Where once grew a patch of hair was now completely bald, leaving my vagina was clearly visible. He parted my labia with his fingers, revealing the pink flesh inside, telling me this was all I was worth now. I broke into tears, thinking how I explain to my parents or friends if they found out my crotch got shaved.

When he finally walked away I was relieved, until I saw him approach the cabin, and return with a long piece of leather in his hand.

Without a word of warning he struck it on my bald crotch. I howled in pain, my vagina was raped and torn and now my most vulnerable spot suffered an incredible hard blow, sending my body shivering out of control.

He continued beating the leather pad down my sensitive part, over and over, it hurt so much I lost my bladder, shot my urine in the air and landed all over him. He went furious, swinging that pad in rage, striking my buttocks and belly and finally my breasts. I cried so hard I lost my voice begging him to stop.

When he finally lowered his arm, I thought it was over, only to see him go back to the cabinet, and to my horror he brought a bamboo cane.

He practiced his swings, cutting the air with swishing sounds, and then whipped the sole of my foot with tremendous force. The pain sent through my leg and up my spine, causing me to twitch violently.

He continued whipping my feet, filling me with dreadful pain, my feet curled so hard they went into spasms, causing more pain up my legs.

He then moved to the rest of my body, beating on places that were already burning from the leather pad, the agony was so unbearable that my teeth clenched so tight I couldn’t scream anymore, till I finally lost consciousness.

I didn’t know how long I fainted, but the next time I woke up he was there again, towering over me with his giant mass. Like before, he molested my body, slapping my breasts and crotch, then he penetrated me again.

I relived this nightmare over and over, with him coming into the room, raping and beating me for his pleasure, then left me sobbing in front of the mirror, like I was locked in a loop of eternal hell.

I thought this was the end of me, being slowly tortured to death, bound on a strange chair, in a strange room that no one may ever know.

[My Master]
He was old enough to be my dad, but bald and ugly, with grey hair all around the side and back. He was built like a bear, and I only stood to his chest. He was hairy, especially on his chest and down his crotch, they stung me every time I was pressed to his skin.

He was also strong, with broad shoulders and muscular arms, able to pick me up like a feather and throw me around. His hands were rough and like powerful claws, with fingers digging into my skin every time he grabbed me.

And his penis. Oh My God his penis! It was the ugliest thing I’ve seen! It was big and fat and stood like a python, its bulging head constantly drooling, like it was hungry and looking to be satisfied, its long shaft throbbing with blood vessels ready to burst.

It intruded every possible orifice my body could offer, spewed its disgusting semen over every inch of my skin, inside and out, so much I felt my blood contaminated by its evil seeds, and yet it still looks at me with its hungry eye, just like its owner.

I can never understand how someone may turn into a monster like him, to have the idea of capturing someone, rape and torture, turning another human into his play toy. But he’s real, and he showed me every day with his sick mind and evil cock.

He constantly reminds me that I’m a cheap slut, a piece of meat for his pleasure. I refused to believe that of course, but was afraid he would hit me. My parents never hit me, so it only took one of his powerful blows to put me in place.

[My Oral Skill]
I could never imagine something so disgusting. I mean, I can understand that intercourse is part of human needs, like all creatures on earth, one comes to face the act eventually. But oral sex was another level. Why would one be willingly taking another one’s peeing thing in the mouth? That’s so disgusting! It’s sickening!

I learned about oral sex the same way I learned all my sexual skills, from porn. It repulses me to see women get down on their knees and sucking men’s cocks. They are porn after all, visually made to entertain men. They must be! I refuse to believe any real woman would like doing it willingly.

Still strapped on the chair, Master shoved a fat rubber tube into my mouth, wrapped a belt around my head to keep it in place. I didn’t understand the purpose until he played a video.

“It’s called a blowjob, it’s what your mouth is built for. Now practice it on the dildo!”

My eyes widened as I saw it the first time in my life, of a woman taking a man’s penis into her mouth, sucking eagerly down its shaft. Her face was enjoyable like it was the best taste in the world.

I threw up at the idea, thinking of the penis that raped me over and over. That thing was evil and I would rather die than look at it once again. But next thing I knew I had a dildo buried in my mouth. Even though it wasn’t the real thing, my stomach turned and I was on the verge of puking.

My eyes locked on the disgusting blowjob scene, didn’t even notice when Master unlocked my restraints. He yanked me by the hair and pulled me off the chair, dragged me across the cell and bent me over a table, there he took me from behind. I cried in agony as my vagina was intruded once again, but my voice was muffled by the dildo in my mouth, just like the one sucked by the woman in the screen.

I had that horrible thing in my mouth for so long. I wasn’t allowed to sleep. I was either on my knees watching porn, or being raped in any position he pleases. He would come inside me, but quite often he yanked out and shot right on my face.

“This is man’s cum. The most precious thing in the world, and you’ll grow to love it!” he sneered, smearing his stinking cock over my face.

It was in those moments I learned the words: cock, cum, semen, ejaculation, and any slangs that were related.

I wasn’t fed anything since my captivity. Master had these plastic bags like the ones hung high over hospital beds, it ran a tube to the dildo in my mouth. He released a valve, let some fluid run down the tube and fed into my cavity, it was thick and white and slightly salty, and I had to suck it through the dildo like I was sucking a cock. It was the only thing I received to keep me alive.

After what seemed like days, he finally removed the dildo from my mouth, my jaw was so sore I could hardly close it. I took my breath of fresh air like a newborn person.

I was offered water in a bowl for dogs, my hands still bound to the back so I could only bend down and take it with my mouth, the gesture humiliated me greatly, but the water tasted ever so sweet.

Halfway through my water he raped me from behind, but at the time it was the least of my concerns. I let him fuck me as he pleased, so I could focus on my precious water.

In progress he pulled out and yanked up my hair, pulling me to a kneeling position, there he shoved his dirty cock into my mouth. A mixture of piss and body fluid filled my cavity, but I was too afraid to protest. I just kneeled there and let him pump his big wet worm into my mouth, until he spewed his hot cum into me.

Semen tasted like what he had been feeding me from the hospital bags, by which I grew used to the texture and taste, except the real thing was hot. He instructed me to swallow, and it took every bit of my courage to gulp down what came out of his cock. It was something I never got used to.

When I finally returned to my water, I quickly rinsed my mouth thoroughly. Even till this day I never be able to wash away that first taste of semen from my month, it marked the completion of my first blowjob, one of many skills that will turn me into those filthy women in porn.

Days of my oral training continued, and I ate nothing but that gooey white stuff through the rubber dildo, or the disgusting semen fresh out of his cock, so much I couldn’t tell the difference anymore. My body was greatly contaminated, my mental status was degraded, I have become a living toilet at his disposal.

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