“You never answered me.” He scolds. His hand connects with my face and I feel the sting of his palm against my cheek that instantly grows hot. My eyes widen. “Where do you work, little bird?”
“Book—” I squeeze out, still in disbelief that he hit me. “Book—.” Why didn’t I have any fucking words. He cocks a brow at me. “I work at the bookstore in town.” I finally shakily get a sentence out.
“Good girl,” he caresses the cheek he’s just struck. “Now it’s time for you to eat.”
My eyes scanthe area one more time, looking around for the food he has been promising me since he stepped foot in here, but I see nothing.
I watch as he unzips his pants and his cock springs out, large, thick, quite mesmerising. I can see a vein that runs all the way up its length and it’s pumping.
“Open wide.” My eyes widen as I stare at the monster before me. He couldn’t be serious. That thing could do some serious damage, and I’m unsure if I’d even get the tip in my small mouth, let alone the rest of it. “I won’t ask you again.” His gruff voice breaks me from my trance.
“I—.” I stare back at it, pondering if it was possible and doing the calculations of the dimensions I was quite sure it wasn’t. “I can’t—its too big.” I feel embarrassed as soon as the words leave my lips.
“Don’t be scared, little bird, it’s just a cock. It won’t hurt you.” He mocks and I can’t help the scowl that crosses my face. “Now, open wide.” I slowly part my lips and open my mouth. He slowly pushes the tip past my lips and my mouth already feels full. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I look up and him and I’m quite sure my eyes must be bulging out of my head. “You look pretty when I feed you my cock.” He mumbles as he strokes the long length into my mouth, my tongue advertently hitting his tip, which causes him to hiss.
He strokes his cock faster. I can hear his breathing get faster and shallow as he grows with each pump across hiscock, moving it a little into my mouth each time he pumps the beast. “Your doing so good.” He breathes. My tongue flicks against him once more. “Yes, little bird,” he moans.
I look at his face and see beads of sweat trailing down his face onto his neck, which makes me want to bite my now swollen lips. What was it about a man and his wet skin? Something so feral crawls up my spine, and I shudder with every groan he makes.
“Oh fuck,” he curses as he pumps harder and faster inside my mouth, “your breakfast is coming.” He groans. “Don’t waste a drop.” My eyes widen. This was breakfast. My tongue bangs against his cock in frustration, and I hear a deep growl emit from his throat. I can see his cock pumping and then I feel the first taste of his salty desire hit my tongue.
I have no other choice but to swallow. It was either swallow or choke and I didn’t want to die on his cock, so I swallowed each time a strand of cum entered my mouth until there was nothing left.
He takes his cock slowly away from my mouth and puts the beast back in his pants. Sliding a finger across my lips, he looks down at me with pride. “Good girl, you didn’t waste a drop.”
He leaves me chained here like this and walks away. He only comes back to repeat the same act at dinner time and tea time.
I’m quickly seeing a pattern. He isn’t going to give me any real food, he’s just going to feed me his cock.
When he doesn’t come back, all hope is lost. I’m just stuck here, chained to the wall, used as his personal cum dump, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
My body hurts and my back aches from sitting in this position for so long. I think I would rather be locked back in that cage than have to be chained up like this.
Three dayshe repeats the same thing.
Three days of sitting here, with my pussy spread open for him to just take what he wants and leave.
Three days of him feeding me his cock and cum three times a day and my body is growing weak.
I drift in and out of consciousness from lack of food, water, and sleep.
He feels no remorse when he sees me, he just sees what he wants and takes it, keeping me here like his little pet. I was quite sure that I would die down here and nobody would ever know. I’d just become another statistic, a number. Another missing person case that went unsolved. There was no evidence I was ever here. Why would they accuse the man that had opened his home to the entire town?
I would crawl on my hands and knees and beg him if he asked if only he would give me the basic things a human needed.
Food, water and a hot shower.
That’s all I needed to feel human again, not some used toy that was only good for the holes she had.
My body shivers from the cold. If I didn’t die from starvation, I would die from hypothermia, but at least then I’d be free of him. I wouldn’t have to give into his cruel desires. I would have lived a short and boring life, but I would be free.
The name he calls me is almost laughable, little bird. The name rings in my head. I wish I was a bird, then I could fly away, but I wasn’t and even if I were the sadistic bastard would have probably clipped my wings by now.
Darkness crawls across my body once more, it was so hard to stay awake and when I was awake all I had were manic thoughts running around my head, fantasies of running away, being free and back in the bookstore in my favourite chair, tucked away with my nose in a book.
My eyes are gone. I can feel myself drifting once more and I don’t even want to fight it anymore. I’ve tried so hard to stay awake in fear that I won’t wake up again, but I’m tired, emotionally and physically and I don’t fight the darkness anymore that claws its way through my body. I allow it to drag me under into the depths of blackness where there is nothing but silence and peace.
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