tearsandbloodmakethebestlube: You’ve been there all night. Every inch of you is agony.The door opens
tearsandbloodmakethebestlube: You’ve been there all night. Every inch of you is agony.The door opens and the gamma slave enters in the rubber maid attire, a tray hanging from its nipples. From the covered plate born by the slut, a wonderful smell wafts.You watch, stomach rumbling, as the slave unloads the tray, setting up the table facing you with setting, drink, plate.You try to remember the last time you ate and you can’t. The rapes and abuse are a blur. Somewhere, you vaguely recall being forced to drink bottle after bottle of piss. Since then, nothing.He comes in. He. Your abductor. Your tormentor. Your first.And He says, your last.You watch as the slave lifts the cover, revealing bacon, eggs, hash browns. When He opens the cup, coffee scent invades the room. He sits in the chair to eat, unrolling the newspaper to read while he feasts. Meanwhile, the slave has dropped to her knees. Unzipping and withdrawing His Manhood from His pants with her mouth, she sets to work, eagerly fellating Him as He dines.You watch, body in agony, the strappado hell, you can’t feel your ass, and the knees burn with pain.You watch as He eats the whole meal. At points your stomach rumbles loudly. He raises His eyes then, acknowledges your meager existence, smiles at your discomfort. Below, the slave is performing worship on His privates, sucking Cock, balls, ass with a fervor religious in its intensity. As He reaches the last bites of toast, He pauses, examines the corner in His hands and, reaching down and pushing the girl away from His penis, ejaculates all over bread.At His command she crawls to the corner where she eagerly mounts a large dildo set it in the floor ad begins bouncing happily on the foot long cock up her ass while she fingerbangs her spread cunt while watching you with shining eyes.Standing, He walks over to you.You can smell the toast. You want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life. Your stomach clenches in disgust at the thought, the idea of tasting His semen again, much less in such humiliating fashion.You are crying as He waves the vile meal under your nose, watching you crumble. You start to capitulate, pushing your head towards the filthy snack, but He holds it away, mocking you. Pushing your head back, He laughs at your misery before spitting in your face.As the drool falls down your tears stained cheeks, He takes the bread and wipes the cum all over your face, rubbing it everywhere before tossing the bread to the slave to eat when it’s done watching.As your last pretense of dignity and individuality collapse, He sneers at your suffering as He rolled the newspaper up tightly, “Tomorrow, you’ll beg to take her place.”The first blow caught you across the nose as He hit you like the dog you are, breaking it and rocking your head back. Many more followed before everything faded to black.Your last thought was to beg for the chance to be His Morning cockslave tomorrow.And for every day after. -- source link