Amanda, Down In The BasementAmanda lay on the filthy mattress looking up at the heavy metal door tha

Amanda, Down In The BasementAmanda lay on the filthy mattress looking up at the heavy metal door that was the only access into the windowless cold room she now had been held in for the last ten days.  She knew this because her abductor or “Master”, as he told her she must call him, marked every day on the lone calendar pinned to the wall of her new ‘room’.   A star on that calendar marked an important date at the end of the month. A day that was coming anxiously closer and closer. A day she hoped she might never see, if she could only escape from these horrible tight ropes.  He would subtly allude to the day as he stooped to kneel by her shivering almost naked body. Stroking his large hand over her bare shivering ass, now plentifully marked with painful degrading lines of his favourite cane. Giving Amanda’s bum a firm squeeze, he would then slide his hand down in between her clenching bare thighs. There his rough hand would trace the tops of her stockings, his breathing hard and heavy as he stooped over her and felt her up at his perverted leisure. Amanda could only whimper and shift her bound wrists around behind her arcing back. Knowing full well to keep them out of his lecherous way, unless she wanted feel more agonizing cane lines spreading across her toned teen bum.Her whimper changing into a mournful distressing squeal as his fingers moved up her thigh and touched the soft folds of her clenching sex. His large fingers would rub over her pink swollen rows and then one long digit would probe the middle of her delicate pink flesh.He watched with delight as her hands fisted and she yanked on the short amount of braided and wrapped rope securing her skin frayed wrists to her lone right ankle. Her other leg held aloft by a rope tied up high out of her reach to a basement ceiling rafter.Her distress always evident as one of his large fingers found her snug hidden away young pussy slit. He would groan loudly in pleasure, while inserting a thick finger into her tight young channel, or worse two fingers, excruciatingly knuckle deep.And if he was in a really buoyant mood, he would add a finger into her stinging tiny ass. Pushing his finger fully into her wriggling body, he would nod at the calendar and then tauntingly comment over her distraught sobs,”On that day, you better be ready darlin, for the full shebang!” or“On that day sweetie the fun really begins, because the boys are visiting.”  Or lastly,“You better be ready slut, cause, just your pretty cunt and slobbering mouth…..aren’t going to be enough for all your excited visitors…”The slew of degrading and horrifying comments making her cringe, even as she winced and sobbed from his unwanted probing.  Her fear growing in leaps and bounds as she suffered through her predicament of being endlessly bound up in this dreary basement and used as his sexual plaything. And what a predicament she was in. Just ten days ago Amanda had been a carefree college student having a night out with her girlfriends.  Now she lay permanently bound, and usually cruelly gagged, on a hideously stained mattress in an unknown basement.Her arms painfully aching from being continually tied at the elbows. Permanent tight bondage forced on her from the very first second he took her. The skin of her tender thin teen neck, growing painfully raw from being chafed by the permanent neck rope she wore. The end of the rope diabolically tied to a metal hoop bolted firm in the floor, like a leash. The strands of coarse rope, wrapped mercilessly around her neck, were always on the verge of choking the precious breath out of her, if she struggled to move around too much.This sick bastard, or Master, as her brain fought not to call him, but her mouth had uttered many a time, had just come down into the basement for one of his sordid daily visits. They numbered close to half a dozen, his daily visitations into her windowless dank prison. Almost every visit a little sicker, a little more degrading and utterly humiliating, than the last.  This time though, was one of those rare visits were he enjoyably removed her ever present ball-gag, and fed her a little something other than his tangy hot cum. She was starving and thirsty constantly, a begging look on her face told him so.Amanda had become so despairingly used to having his hard dick brutally forced into her mouth that she relished this little bit of time she would be ungagged and allowed to eat. Her straining body, her tired well used mouth, allowed to slurp up some stagnant water, that most times smelled horribly of piss. He would lay some food scraps out on the floor or on the mattress and then kick her in the side, ordering with a devilish evil grin, “Come on girl, wriggle your cute fuckin body around. Eat up your dinner like a good little slave slut, before your new master gives you some gooey warm dessert.”Which is what he did now. Dropping and scattering some moldy bits of pizza and bread sticks he had plucked from the neighboring pizza joints garbage dumpster.She tried to maneuver her semi naked body around on the mattress, to scoop up the shards of hard stale bread or moldy pizza crusts with her mouth. Her diabolical tight bondage meant her hands were utterly useless and her efforts to reach the disgusting scraps, awkward and almost comical as she pushed around with her bent up and roped leg.He stood back and watched her hobbled efforts with a deep grin of satisfaction and lust plastered on his sadistic face. He loved to watch them struggle like this, ropes biting into their skin, a helpless distressed look on their young faces as they tried to move.His cock free of his jeans, he stroked its long length as she struggled at his feet to fill her grumbling empty tummy. Her eyes glancing up for only a moment to take in the sickening sight of him stroking his stiff length.And even as she chewed and tried to swallow back the putrid food, she knew full well what horrible treat came next. What he sickeningly meant by dessert. Chewing on the last morsel of furry blue pizza crust, she looked up at him with the saddest of eyes. A look so distraught, so dismayed at her predicament, he almost began to shoot his load in the air right then, but he let go of his jutting cock and he dropped to one denim clad knee.He grasped her quavering head, a muscular hand on each side and forced it up, so her distressed eyes looked directly at his.“Such a beautiful young thing, you fucking are. Those stay up stockings and that bra you were wearing the night I went hunting, those sealed the deal for me when I spied you on that night club’s dance floor! That’s why I haven’t ripped them off your adorable sexy body…yet.”Amanda tried to hold back some tears, but failed miserably…She knew what came next as he let go of her damp face and repositioned himself dead in front of her.She could feel the mattress sag and looking down, she could see both his knees up close as he knelt on the front edge of the old mattress. Then he reached back and mercilessly grabbed her hair, clumping the dirty cum crusted strands in his fist.Then forcing her young tear streaked face back up, he gave her head a shake. Hard enough to make Amanda audibly whimper and squeak. Lastly, as she despairingly knew he would, he commanded with a deep horny growl,“Open up sweetie, time for your reward. Put those cock loving lips to good use, for the reason the good lord gave em to ya!…Swallow your master’s cock and I will give you some nice warm dessert to fill your tummy!”And pitifully, Amanda did as told. Humiliatingly opening her tired mouth and letting his stiff cock slide in over he quivering frightened tongue. Fresh tears sliding down her cheeks as her slurping and sucking grew wet and loud and she waited for the so called ‘reward’ to erupt into her young captive mouth.Just a little 4x6 drawing I forgot all about, that I did some 5 years ago when teaching myself to draw.Even most of the little story is that old…JB -- source link

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