My Tortured Slave (Part 1) - Sex Stories

My Tortured Slave (Part 1)

... enough to my expectations. Now Unfortunately I don’t have anything to make you pass out, and for first stage of conditioning I need to tie you up really tight so you can’t move, and it’s much easier to do if you are not conscious.” I could see the bottom of her lip begin to tremble, and fear return to her big round eyes. “No! Please sir I won’t move!” I could tell she was thinking back to the past methods I had to make her pass out. “I’m sorry I don’t trust you, you have tried to escape too many times, and there really isn’t a pleasant way to knock someone out” I walked over to the cabinet and grabbed the black rod, when she saw this she curled up into a ball on the ground, and I set to work on her. When she awoke again she let out a painful grown. Her arms and legs were crisscrossed with ropes, folded behind her back. Ropes attached arm to leg and leg to arm, her hair was in two ponytails, each had a rope tied to them and to each arm and leg. She tried to struggle but could not move a muscle. She was completely and utterly immobile. She could move her mouth though, the only part of her body that she had control over. She was quite exposed too, her legs and arms spread, vagina and breasts exposed. Quite painfully stretched, her muscles were cramping and her hair felt like it was being pulled out of her head. She could only slightly move her head, but rolled her eyes to see the figure approaching. I put down the car battery beside her, just out of her sight. She began to tear ...

... up again, but not a full cry yet. She was beginning to accept that she had no power over her situation. “That’s where you are wrong. You do have power over what happens to you” she stayed silent. “Don’t worry this is only for you if you do poorly” I brought a home-made device to her mouth, a long clear funnel with a mouth piece attached. She did not fight me when I attached it to her, but calmly accepted it, putting her lips around the tube. The car battery must have provided the needed encouragement to comply. I fastened the straps and she looked at it fearfully, anything I put in the tube was going into her mouth, whether she liked it or not. I tied the tube to the ceiling to keep it upright and brought a plastic in front of her face. “Do you know what this is?” she could not mover her head or talk through the device so she stayed silent “That’s right! It’s all the juices I collected from you in the past few days!” her eyes widened at this looking at the yellowish red clear liquid that had white floatys in it. I sloshed it around for effect. Then she looked at me pleadingly unable to speak. I frowned, it wasn’t as fun if I couldn’t hear her pleas and begging, looking into her freighted eyes was good but not as good as it could be. “I will only give you half of this” I put my hand on the halfway mark, about half a gallon “if you are good. But if you are bad… it’s the whole thing. So drink quickly!” I opened the lid and began to pour it into the funnel, I looked down at her ...