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By Darkstar
Days about me in captivity by a man who intends to make me into his sex toy.
[My Letter]
I’m writing this so anyone may know what happened to me, especially my mom and dad, and my sweet little sister Sarah, who might have missed me while I was gone.
This letter may never get out but so am I, from this place and from my captor, who tolerated me to write this down, something to get off my chest, of the tormenting days of my imprisonment.
Mom, should you be reading this, please don’t be upset with me, or in any way blame yourself for my current situation. I was wrong and stupid to have that fight with you, I should never run away which resulted the status I’m in, and I won’t blame you for abandoning me after reading.
To my sweet sister Sarah, let this be a lesson to you, so you won’t repeat the same silly mistake that I made. Listen to Mom, she has always loved us, and she was right all along.
[My Cell]
I’ve been imprisoned in this windowless room, with nothing but concrete walls all around. The only access into this place is a heavy metal door that stays locked, and can only be opened through the combination code known to my captor.
Lighting in the room stays on at all times, there are no switches to turn them off, everything from electricity to ventilation are controlled from outside. Mirrors are placed here and there, a constant reminder of my nudity and shame.
Everything in the room served the same purpose, to fill me with pain and torment. There are weird fixtures where I get tied up and whipped in odd positions. There’s a cabinet full of nasty tools that my Master uses to punish me, and filming equipment where I’ve been forced to perform perverted acts.
There is a flat screen TV that constantly playing porn, with its volume turned high up, bombarding my brain with moaning day and night. Sometimes it plays videos of me, masturbating or being fucked by my Master. I was so ashamed to watch at first, but now I feel I am no better than any of those porn sluts in the videos.
The only thing that offers me comfort is a dirty old mattress on the floor, stained with sweat and cum and blood, but it beats sleeping on the cold hard floor.
At the far corner is a simple squat toilet with no walls to hide, and a running hose from the basin which I use to clean myself.
My Master is very specific about my hygiene, supplying me with bathing lotion, shampoo and even a hair dryer. It is the only thing that shows his mercy.
[My Role]
My clothes were taken from me ever since I got here. I’ve been naked for so long I can’t remember the touch of fabric on my skin.
The only things I have on me are four leather cuffs that go on my wrists and ankles, and a dog collar that wraps around my neck. All of them have little padlocks to prevent me from removing them.
With my new costume came my new identity. I was called a slut dog, bitch, whore… anything but a human being. In return I must address my captor as Master, that my very purpose of existence was to pleasure him.
I was given a long list of lines to memorize, so I can speak the way my Master wishes. He had me repeating them for hours, kneeling at his feet or facing a camera, masturbating with my fingers or a dildo, repeating the words out loud like they were my own.
“I’m a dirty slut dog!”
“I like sucking cocks more than anything!”
“I love a big cock up my pussy!”
etc… etc…
I was forbidden to walk on two feet, and must remain on my hands and knees at all times. Everyday Master would walk me on a leash, made me beg, sit, roll over and perform other humiliating dog tricks, and would beat me if I showed any hesitation. After what felt like an eternity of punishment, dignity fell far down my priority.
[My Daily Routine]
With the constant lighting and endless bombardment of porn TV, I could only track time by my biological clock.
The first thing that got me up is usually my bladder. I would squat on the toilet to empty everything that accumulated in my system overnight. The last thing I want is for Master to find shit on his cock after sodomizing me. Believe me, I’ve learned it the hard way.
After emptying my bowel, I use the hose to wash myself thoroughly, inside and out. I learned to give myself enema, to flush the last remains out of my bowel, so I can present my pussy and asshole to my Master in the cleanest possible way.
My pubic hair was frequently shaved, so as to leave my private fully visible. Master insisted doing it himself, partly because he likes to humiliate me, having my legs widely parted and my most sacred spot openly displayed. Another reason was probably so I don’t have a razor against him, or to slit my wrist.
Mornings were the only highlight of the day when I got some privacy, to get myself cleaned up, only so I could be ready for another tormenting day.
My Master would come in with my breakfast, of milk and cereal in a doggy bowl, but I don’t get to eat until I earn it. I must be on my knees and suck his morning erection, running my tongue and hands all over his ugly manhood, pleasuring him with words.
“Oh Master! Jenny wants your big cock in the morning!”
“Jenny love Master’s cum for breakfast!”
“Please grant me with your delicious hot cum!”
No matter how many times I did it, the idea of having a man’s urinary part in my mouth disgusted me, but it beats going hungry, another hard lesson I learned.
I had to please my Master until he released his morning cum, taking the awful fluid into my mouth, and swallowing it down to my stomach. Sickening, right? But it was better than drinking his piss, which he does more than often.
Only when I completed my duty could I receive my food. To do so I must eat out from my doggy bowl without using my hands. Master would brush his hand over me like a pet, grabbing my ass or milking my breasts, sometimes he would fuck me while I eat. I have learned to focus on my food as much as possible, not knowing when I’ll get my next meal.
After breakfast, Master would begin my training. He would attach a leash to my neck collar, and walk me around the cell in circles. I must crawl next to him on my hands and knees, performing dog tricks at immediate orders.
“Sit!” and I must kneel with knees far apart, resting my butt on my heels, keeping my back straight. My hands must be placed on my back, leaving nothing to hide.
“Kneel!” means I must push up my butt, so my back and thighs are straight.
“All fours!” and I would get down on my hands and knees.
“Show me your ass!” meaning resting my face and shoulders on the floor, reaching back and pulling my butt cheeks apart for display.
“Show me your pussy!” and I lie on my back, pull my knees up and spread my legs as far as possible, parting my labia for his amusement.
There were a dozen more of these humiliating positions that I had to learn, some went as far as raising one leg and peeing like a dog. All these training served one purpose – to dehumanize me. Master would go through them every morning, until I could perform them on the spot, without any sign of hesitation.
If Master is pleased with my performance, he would reward me with a bowl of water, and watch me lap it clean like a puppy.
Next comes the workout, where I must practice fucking in different positions. Master has all sorts of dildos and vibrators that he would put on fixtures, and made me fuck them from different angles.
“Work that ass! I need to see it fuck deeper!” he would slap me with a riding crop. “Jiggle those tits! They are the only thing you worth!”
I must moan and grunt like those porn stars in the videos, squeezing my breasts and waving my hair wildly, and he would film me and play them, made me watch and correct me.
I was embarrassed at first, to see myself naked on the big screen, doing perverted things I never thought of doing. But the more I watched, the more it disturbed me, that I too looked like those cheap sluts in porn, moaning words that disgust me, that I was slowly turning into one of them. Maybe it was the constant bombardment of sex videos that got into my head.
When Master goes to work, or at least I think he does. There is a regular period of time he goes absent, but that doesn’t mean I get a break.
I was given a list of tasks whenever he was away, such as jerking off and practicing my positions. There are cameras at all corners of the ceiling, capturing the room from every angle, leaving no place to hide, not even when I use the toilet. Master would watch me through the cameras, and knew if I skipped a tasks.
For the rest of the day I followed the rundown of masturbating, fucking dildos on different fixtures, practicing my dog acts, and masturbating some more. Master refused to provide me with any lotions, demanded that I should produce my own lubricant, to do so I must keep my vagina active, using my fingers or a vibrator, so it could stay wet and ready whenever he shows up.
I receive two meals a day, breakfast and dinner. When Master returned from work, I must greet him like a dog, crawling up to him on my hands and knees, raise my hands to a begging gesture, hang my tongue out and pant like a puppy.
“Master! Jenny wants a fuck!” I greeted the way he instructed.
Like breakfast, I have to suck his cock, telling him what a horny slut I am, and let him come in my mouth or fuck me straight.
He would then reward me with dinner, a bowl full of dog biscuits, they are crunchy but carry an odd taste. In a good mood, he would open a can of dog food, heat it up and pour it into my doggy bowl. Eating dog food on my hands and knees is degrading, but a bowl of juicy hot meat chunks serves me like a steak, enough that I would please him willingly in gratitude.
Depending on his mood, the night may carry out differently.
Sometimes I was instructed to dance, the slutty kind, jiggling my tits, bending over to show my ass, things I learned from watching his videos.
Other times I had to play my dog role, cuddling up his lap or sniffing his crotch, doing positions at the moment he ordered. He would throw a dildo across the room and have me fetch it, carrying it back in my mouth, wagging my ass like a dog.
But if he returns from a rough day, my night would be far rougher. He would just barge into the room, pick up a cane or pad or any of his punishing tools from the cabinet, and whip me to his satisfaction.
[Myself]
My name is Jenny and I’m sixteen years old. I wasn’t as tall as other girls in my class. I was short and often considered chubby, especially when compared to those with slim long legs and narrow waists. But in fact I was not, my breasts and buttocks developed earlier than most girls of my age, so as you may expect, the word Bimbo traveled around. I didn’t understand the word until I looked it up, and was embarrassed when boys and men stared at my female parts.
My puberty kicked in as early as nine, and didn’t stop since. I felt my breasts grow bigger by the day, and often wore loose clothes to hide them. I began to grow pubic hair at age eleven, so rich it became visible through my panties, it disgusted me so much I stopped going swimming, afraid that people may laugh at me.
I only wish my growth could make me taller, like those models in fashion magazines, it was everything but. Thank goodness my facial feature stays with my age.
I have my mother’s blue eyes and honey blonde hair, which she kept in pigtails. As I grew older I let it all down, or kept it in a ponytail. My skin is milky white, and could never work up a tan like other girls.
I grew up in a Catholic community, so sex was a definite tattoo in our lives. Most of the girls I hung out were as naïve as me, we only knew that men and women together would have babies, so we all tried to stay away from boys.
My school offered a vague education about sexuality, the story of the birds and the bees was going nowhere, and they definitely did not explain how sperm gets out of a man and inside a woman.
I never went as far as exploring my body, we were taught that it was a sin, and remained naive until I was captured, where my body became the only reason of my existence.
I learned a lot more about my body during my imprisonment than in school, and not all of them were bad. For a start, I learned to name the parts, some have more names than others.
When Master is in a good mood, he would have me laid across his lap and show me porn. He would brush his hand over my back like I was his dog, massaging my breasts and ass, fingering my slit, telling me what a good piece of meat I am.
Being touched by an old pervert made my skin crawl. I hated that the places he favored were all my vulnerable parts: my breasts, my genitals and my feet. I would flinch and twitch at his touch, and he would laugh, telling me that my body was responding like a horny slut, that I’m a natural born fuck meat.
He would compare me to those women in the video, pointing out that my breasts were firm and round whereas theirs were fake or saggy, that my pussy was fresh and pink, that theirs were brown and wrinkled. I guessed I should take them as complements, since no one ever said good things about my body.
[My Virginity]
Growing up in my community, all girls were taught to treasure their virginity, although no one explained why.
Some said it represents the purity of a girl, others said it draws the line between good girls and bad, that we must save it until marriage, for the husband we loved.
So like most naive young girls, we planned this big special night with incense candles burning, rose petals spread across a white silk sheet, and offer our most precious thing to a handsome prince.
That dream shattered on the day I woke up naked, tied to a weird fixture with my hands above my head and legs spread apart, displaying my most private spot to a complete stranger.
This man whom I had never seen in my life, ran his rough hands all over me, rubbing and pinching every part of me like examining a piece of meat in a butcher shop.
He bent over between my legs and studied closely, so close I could feel his breathing down my private spot. I was so embarrassed I wanted to shut my eyes and die. Then he poked his dirty finger where it shouldn’t, and it hurt immensely to have an object pushed into me.
I was flooded in shame. From a little girl I was taught never to touch that place, and now some stranger buried his fingers deep inside, exploring it before I did. I cried and begged him to stop, but he continued to push deeper, so deep I thought it would poke through me and come out of my mouth.
He ignored my painful cries, pumping his fat finger in and out of my most vulnerable spot, his hard bones and rough skin rubbed against my inner tissue like sandpaper.
After long minutes of torture, he finally withdrew his finger, studying the glistening fluid under the blinding light. I thought this would be the end of it, until he undid his pants.
It was the most horrifying thing I had ever seen, a male penis. It was as big as a baby’s arm, its head bulging purple, its length covered in blue veins. It bends up like an ugly worm, bouncing in the air as the man moved.
I struggled with my life, screaming at the top of my lungs, hoping to wake myself from this horrible nightmare, but it didn’t happen. The huge man stood between my legs, casting me in his massive shadow. I watched him holding his ugly worm and slapped it on my pubic mound, it was hard like a wooden stick.
Next, I watched in disbelief as he guided the tip of his monstrosity between my legs, pushing it against the spot where I pee.
Surely he isn’t going to stick that giant thing into me? I thought. That would be impossible!
But I was wrong the moment I felt its head forcing into me. It was so big it pushed my vagina wide, to a degree I thought it would tear. I screamed in fear, feeling my flesh reaching its limit, threatening to break apart.
My dream crushed and so was my mind. My body was violated, I was being raped! The kind of news that we heard but never thought would happen to ourselves, and right now here’s a man whom I’ve never met, shoving his manhood into me.
My mental sorrow was soon replaced by physical pain, as the stiff penis pushed deeper into me, far deeper than I could ever imagine. It went so far up I felt it pushing against my guts, so painful I could hardly breathe.
“Like that? Little slut?” I heard the man snarl. “I bet you wanted this all your life!”
I shook my head in denial, refusing to believe everything happening was real, nothing should ever go in there, that all this was still a dream. But the flesh-torn agony told me it was very real, I could feel the man’s penis throbbing inside me. It’s so sickening, to have something living inside me!
Without the slightest warning, the big penis pulled back, so hard I felt it dragging out my insides, that it was going to rip me inside out. I thought I was going to die!
I screamed in fear, but my air was cut as the stiff rod thrust into me again, launching a punch of pain up my guts, hurting so much my body was twitching out of control.
The man pulled back again, allowing me to catch my breath, and then thrust again, and again, carrying out a steady pumping motion.
I was devastated, being raped by this brutal man, his rapid movement beating my guts into mash, I felt my strength drained by the intrusion, I became so weak I could hardly beg for mercy.
While slamming his hips between my legs, he ran his rough hands all over me. He slapped my soft breasts, pinching my nipples, then leaned over and took a mouthful, chewing my nipples so hard I thought he was going to bite it off.
Then he pulled out again, completely this time, slapping his giant worm at my pubic mount, splattering virgin blood over my pale skin. I cried in fear, learning that I was bleeding from within. He laughed at my reaction, and then shoved it back in again, breaking my recovering vagina once more, sending new pain up my spine.
He repeated this act several times, wanting me to witness his doing. I was locked in pain and terror for what seemed like an eternity. My mind was shattered, leaving only my body to respond to the big ugly penis that was jamming up my guts, punching and tearing what remains inside my dying body.
He pumped faster and faster, began grunting like an animal, sending deep thrusts as if trying to punch through my body. His penis was twitching so hard I could feel it even under the immense pain, his entire body tensed up for long seconds, until he let out a satisfying sigh.
He withdrew his evil worm, slowly this time, and rested it on my pubic mound, smearing virgin blood all over my private area, as if painting a curse symbol over my ruined soul.
“Welcome to your new life!” he laughed, slapped my breasts hard with his big and powerful hand.
I was too exhausted to cry, and passed out shortly after brutal rape.
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