Kidnapped by Porntexter

“Pee for me now,” he said in the same soft voice, “or no more water.”

She had to strain a little, but managed to empty her bladder. The light went out as he left. Tears wet her cheeks as she cried silently and helpless.

He was disappointed. Her cunt had been too dry despite having spit on his cock before he fucked her. The experience had been mildly painful. He might have to alter his planned schedule a bit. He had planned to fuck her a few times before setting up the machine, but now it appeared he would have to forgo that little pleasure. He prepared a looped tape for her and returned to her room.

She felt something being place over her ears, headphones, she thought. She begged as best she could with her eyes for water or food. His soft voice came ot her ears, just at the threshold of hearing. ‘The man is your friend.’ ‘Obey the man.’ it repeated over and over and like any repeated soft noise faded from her consciousness. The light went out again.

He went to sleep then. In a few hours the repeated phrases would be planted in her subconscious. It was dark out when he woke. He collected a wide leather collar, a short leash, and a length of soft rope and returned to her room. In the dim light he allowed her, he placed the collar around her neck and attached the leash. He released her arms and sat her up. In a minute or so he had her arms twisted behind her back and lashed her forearms together horizontally. Her feet were released and bound together with enough rope between then to let her take a six inch step. He pulled her off the bed and to her feet, holding her by one arm as she found her balance. He removed the headphones and turned off the little player. He led her, on short step at a time past the blackout curtain and into the kitchen.

Her arms were still bound, but in a different position. Being able to flex her legs felt good, but when he pulled her up, they didn’t want to support her for a moment. She was happy that he had allowed her to get up. He led her slowly down a short hall and through a heavy curtain. The light beyond was so bright she had to squint. He sat her in a chair and fastened the lead on her collar to a heavy table. It felt good to sit.

The shaded 60 watt bulb let him get a better look at her tits, nice indeed. He liked the way her bound arms made them jut forward

“Do not speak except to answere my questions.” He said.

She nodded her understanding and he removed her gag. He watched her work her jaw, stiff from being held open for so long. He held a small paper cup of water to her lips, only allowing her a small swallow. Likewise, he offered her a partial spoon of vanilla pudding, then finished the rest himself.

“Do you want more water?” he asked

“Yes, please.” she said meekly.

“Then you have to suck my cock.” he said, “If I like what you do, I’ll let you have more water.”

He refilled the little paper cup, perhaps two ounces, and placed in on the table. Then he pulled down the waistband of his sweats and pointed his cock at her face. She looked back and forth between his cock and the water several times.

Suck his cock for a drink of water? She looked from one to the other. She was so thirsty. Thirst overcame revulsion and she opened her mouth and leaned toward him. He took a short step, placing his cock in her mouth. She closed her lips around the shaft, licking him with her tongue while bobbing her head on him. She thought he might like deep throat, but before the forced violation of, how many days had it been ago, she had never managed to do deep throat. She sucked him in until she gagged and had to back off.

“You can do it.” he urged, “A good girl should be able to, for a friend.”

A friend? The words seemed to echo in her mind. Of course he was her friend. She tried again, getting a little more of him into her mouth before she gagged again. After a few more tries she managed to get past her gag reflex and take him into her throat. She pulled back for a breath and sucked him back into her throat. Without warning he grunted and spewed his seed into her throat. He pulled back until only the head was in her mouth.

“Lick me clean.” he said.

She licked and sucked until he was clean before releasing his soft organ. Se stared at the little cup of water, hoping for the promised reward. He lifted the cup to her lips and let her drink it all in small sips. When had water got to tasting so good?

He walked her back to her room and tied her to the bed. This time the collar was tied to one bedpost and her feet to the post diagonally opposed. He placed the absorbent pad under her hips and left her once more in the dark. An hour later her went back carrying a plastic syringe full of lubricant. He turned on the light and called out a cheerful ‘good morning’. When he saw he was awake he pressed the needle-less syringe against her cunt and pumped the lubricant into her. He waited a moment then loosened her feet from the bed post. Lifting her feet high he climbed on the bed and pulled down his pants. His cock slid easily into her well lubed cunt. He pumped into her for several minutes, rather than screaming in pain, she was actually moaning softly when he finally unloaded into her. He refastened her feet to the bed post and walked out. A moment later he was back with the headphones that would further brainwash her. He flipping off the light on his way back out.

The recent rape was different, she thought. It had actually started to feel good before he finished. Maybe he wasn’t going to hurt her anymore.

An hour later he walked back in. He changed her bindings again, holding her firmly spreadeagled on the bed. It was time for the machine. He clamped the frame securely to the low foot board and set the long dowel and motor in their places. He attached to silicone dildo to the dowel. The big dildo slid easily into her recently lubed cunt.

“Be silent.” he ordered, “Or you will be punished

she whimpered softly as he made adjustments. Finally her started the machine. The big dildo stroked into her cunt as the wheel turned. He could control the speed and length of the stroke as well as the depth. Longer strokes required greater depth or the dildo might slip out of her cunt. He watched her squirm as the dildo took a stroke of about three inches. It only took a few minutes to bring her to a panting orgasm, hissing through clenched teeth. After three orgasms she was beginning to look panicky. He increased the speed.

“Oh, God.” she cried, Please, let me rest.”

“I said silence.” he said, “Now you must be punished.”

He climbed onto the bed, straddled her body and drove his cock into mouth and throat, matching the pace of the machine. He pulled out far enough for to take gasping breaths before slamming back into her throat. When her next orgasm hit he held his cock in her throat for a long moment, before pulling out and climbing down.

Two climaxes later she gasped out, quietly. “Please, I don’t want to cum any more.”

He adjusted the depth and stroke upwards then as she hissed through another orgasm turned up the speed. He added a little lube to the pistoning dildo. He watched her buck against the ropes as climax after climax ripped through her body. She could barely get out a plea for mercy between orgasms.

More depth and a longer stroke and an increase in speed brought out a weak scream.

“Punishment time!” he crowed.

He forced a solid ball gag past her teeth and secured it in place. He placed a contrived breast clamp across her tits and started to tighten it compressing her tits untill they little more than and inch thick. She tried to scream but the ball gag stopped her. She was almost finished. Her response to each orgasm was reduced to spasmodic twitching.

A final adjustment had the dildo hitting her cervix on each stroke, shaking her body. He turned the speed to maximum. He watched her twitch and shake for a moment, then brutally ripped the ball gag from her mouth. There was madness in her eyes. Blood leaked from her nipples. He drove his cock into her throat, but due to over stimulation, only managed three strokes before cumming down her throat.

He turned the machine to its slowest setting and removed the clamp from her bruised tits. He finally turned the machine off, then with a final adjustment, hand turned the wheel to drive the dildo past her cervix. The shape of the dildo would make her cervix hold it in place.

He dismantled the machine. Too bad he would have to destroy it, it had worked perfectly. There was a fifty gallon drum outside, the ubiquitous farm burn barrel. The wooden parts of the machine went in as well as everything of hers. Metal parts were common hardware items and easily lost in a dozen different dumpsters. He started the fire shortly after dawn. The thin trail of smoke would go un-noticed. Unopened food went into grocery bags and into an ice chest everything else went into the barrel. He partially dismantled the bed around her unconscious body for wood to feed the fire. He stirred the fire with an old shovel to make sure everything would be reduced to ashes.

Her breasts were purpling up nicely, her cunt was a raw mess. Her hair was matted with sweat. Her hips worked weakly and uselessly to expel the big dildo. As soon as she was coherent it would be time for the last act.

Her mind shied away from consciousness, but eventually she became aware of her surroundings. Her breasts throbbed. Her sex felt unbelievably stretched and throbbed as well. She felt grungy and in need of a bath. Her mouth and tongue were dry and she couldn’t seem to generate enough saliva to alleviate that condition. She could hear him moving around and humming a tune. He must be almost done with her. In a day or two he would leave her on a street somewhere and somebody would get her to a hospital and she could try to get her life together again.

He entered the room, smiling cheerfully

“Well, he said, how are we on this fine morning?”

She weakly shook her head.