Chapter 5
He left the door open on purpose the next day. He stayed in the living room, one eye on the television, the other on the monitor that watched Amy's movements in the bomb shelter. Mostly she just stayed on the bed, staring at the ceiling, but now and then she got up and moved around, examining the things he had there, or using the toilet.
Eventually she came to the steel door and noticed it wasn't closed tight. She stared at it for a long while, then turned away. She sat on the bed, looking nervous, for about ten minutes, then walked back to the door, pulled it open a couple of inches, then looked out and looked up the narrow stairwell.
He smiled.
Again she went back to the bed, looking like she was talking to herself. After another ten minutes or so she returned to the door and slipped through, disappearing out of his camera range. He grunted in disappointment.
He waited and waited. About ten minutes later he heard a gurgling scream and the lights flickered. He smiled again, then got up and went into the kitchen.
She lay beside the back door, trembling and shaking as she clutched her hand in under her arm.
"Did I forget to tell you the doorknob was electrified? Silly me," he sneered.
She looked up at him tearfully.
"Now where did you think you were going, slut dog?"
"Nowhere, Daddy," she whined.
"You were trying to leave me, now weren't you, slut?"
"Noooo," she whimpered.
"Yes, you were. You were trying to escape. You know you're not allowed to do that."
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she whined.
"Stop calling me Daddy," he snapped. "Call me ... master."
"Yes, Master," she gulped.
"Do you know why you should call me master?"
"No," she said in a small shaken voice.
"Because you are a slave. You're my slave. You belong to me. I own you. Understand?"
"Yes, Master," she whimpered.
"You are my property. Understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Then what the fuck do you think you were doing trying to leave?" he snarled.
She shrank back, whimpering.
"Get back downstairs, whore!" he yelled.
"Yes, Master!" she squeaked, jumping to her feet and running for the stairs.
He followed her down the stairs to the basement, then down to the bomb shelter. She waited on her knees as he entered, eyes wide and frightened.
"You have to be punished, slut."
"Please," she sobbed. "Please, Master! I won't do it again! I promise! Please don't hurt me!"
"I like hurting you, slut. And where's your tail?"
"I ... I uh ... "she looked around frantically.
"That tail is to stay in there every minute I'm not fucking your asshole, you stinking slut!"
He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her to her feet, dragging her across the room.
"Please, Master! I'm sorry, Master!"
"And why haven't you washed yourself, slut. You stink!"
"I'm sorry!" she sobbed.
"Not good enough, whore."
He led her to the corner, where a wooden beam stood upright on a heavy supporting platform. A second beam crossed it at the top, like the letter T. He turned her around and pushed her back against it, then pulled each wrist out and lay it along the top of the cross beam, locking it in place.
The beam was, not coincidentally, at exactly the right height for her arms to pull straight out to either side. He hummed as he moved behind it, then gripped her hair and coiled it together, braiding it loosely. He took a hook from a nearby shelf and wound it into her hair as he braided it then pulled her hair back.
She groaned as he kept pulling, forcing her face up to the ceiling, then back even further so her head was almost upside down. He fitted the hook in a slot in the back of the vertical pole and then moved away. Amy was stuck like that, pulled halfway back over the crossbeam.
Her legs were parted as she sought to balance herself and relief some of the pressure on her back and hair, but he shoved them tightly together. He took a strap that was nailed to the back of the vertical beam and wrapped it around her ankles, pinning them tight to the beam.
He smiled as he admired how beautiful she looked. Her breasts stuck up and out hard and round, the rings glistening. Her ribs stood out beneath them and her belly was a concave depression.
It looked so pretty he slammed his fist into her stomach. She grunted and moaned and shook. He smiled, eyes slightly mad. He went to a nearby cupboard and took out the riding crop, then a ping pong paddle. He went back to her.
He put down the crop and raised the paddle, then slapped it down hard on her right tit. There was a loud crack of noise, accompanied by a shrill howl of pain from Amy.
"I bet that hurt," he sniggered.
He slapped it down again, and again, and again, making her tit bounce and wobble and shake, turning it red. Amy screamed in agony each time the paddle struck, sobbing continuously between screams.
"You have to learn to obey and not try and escape, slut," he said.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" she sobbed.
"Not as sorry as you will be."
He raised the paddle and slapped it down on her tit again, then again, then again and again and again and again. He paused briefly, then swung it again, this time on her other tit. More howls of pain rent the air, the sobbing grew even louder and more furious as he battered her rounded tit meat with the paddle.
After ten strokes he changed tits, cracking the paddle on the first one for another ten. Then he switched back to the other one.
"Are you sorry you tried to escape, slut?"
"Ye ... ye ... yeeeessssss!" she sobbed.
"Will you ever try to escape again?"
"Nooooooo ... ooooo ... ooooo!"
"You forgot to say master."
He slapped the paddle down on her tits for five more strikes each.
"Are you sorry, slut?"
"Yeeesss, Maasssteeeerrr!" she bawled.
"What are you?"
"A slaaaaveeee," she sobbed.
"Who owns you, slave?"
"Yo ... you do, Ma ... massssteeer," she sobbed.
"You don't sound sorry enough, slave," he sighed.
"I ammmm! Pleaseeee! Please, Massster!"
He put down the paddle and picked up the crop, sliding it between his fingers, then he slashed it through the air, interrupting her blubbering pleas.
"Please, Massteer! PleeeAAAAAAARRRRGGHHHHhhhh!!!"
He smiled as he watched body thrash and shake and quiver. An angry white line split the angry red orb in two. He raised the crop and slashed it down again, making an X. He slashed it down again and again and again on the poor, wounded tit, making her shriek and howl and wail in mindless horrific pain.
After ten slashes he transferred his attention to her other melon. Her screams had started to diminish slightly but picked up again as he changed tits. He whipped that one twenty times, then turned back to the first.
She screamed continuously, sometimes sobbing uncontrollably, sometimes begging, screaming for mercy, promising him eternal obedience. He ignored her.
"Ready to obey, slut?"
She continued sobbing.
"I asked you a question. If you don't want to answer I'll just start again."
"Pleeeaaaassseeee," she sobbed.
"Are you ready to obey?"
"Yesssss, Maaaaaaaaasstteerrrr," she sobbed.
"Well, I was going to get the electric clips and attach them to your tits and clitty again. But we'll see if you can obey without that."
He moved behind her and pulled the hook out of the slot, pulling her head back upright. It swayed dizzily. He kissed her on the mouth, then on the cheek. "We'll see if you can obey without that, slut."
"I ca ... ca ... cannnn," she whimpered.
He undid the belt, freeing her legs, then unclipped her wrist cuffs and helped her away from the beam. She tried to clutch her titties but cried out in pain as soon as her fingers touched the beet red melons.
"Get down on all fours," he ordered. She slid down onto her knees, then fell forward onto her hands. Tears still trickled off her face and she whimpered in pain.
"Now, I'm not through punishing you, slut. But, if you're obedient, the rest of it won't be too much. It will hurt, but if you don't obey me," He hardened his voice "It will hurt ten times more, at least. I'll put your back on the beam and whip your tits another fifty times each, then put the electric shocks to you, then whip your back and your face! Understand!"
"Yes, Master," she whimpered.
"I've even thought about blinding you to make sure you can't escape. You want that?"
"No, Master! Please, Master!"
"You better obey then."
"I will! I will!"
"Then stay right there. I'm going to whip your ass. Every time I hit you I want you to say thank you, Master, understand?"
"Ye ... yes, Master," she gulped.
"And if you move away I'll tie you down and you'll get just what you deserve for being disobedient."
He slashed the crop down on her cupcake ass and she howled in pain. "Tha ... thank you, Master!" she cried. Again it slashed down. Again she screamed in pain.
"Thank you, Master!" she cried.
The crop lashed her ass again. "Thank you, Master!" she howled.
Again it slashed into her buttocks. "Thank you, Master," she sobbed.
Again and again it slashed across her buttocks. She didn't try to move or protect her fiercely burning ass cheeks, staying firmly in place as she sobbed and thanked him for each stroke.
"All right, slut. Not bad. Get up and lay on the bed."
Sobbing, she staggered to her feet and fell forward onto the bed. She cried out at the pain as her tits were crushed against her. He slashed the crop across her ass.
"Thank you, Master," She sobbed out.
"I want you on your ass, you dumb slut!" he yelled.
She moaned and rolled over, crying out at the pain to her ass now.
"I want you to pull your legs back, slut. I want you to pull your feet up behind your head and hold them there with your arms."
She groaned in misery as she pulled her legs up and back. She pinned them to her chest, then struggled weakly to get first one, then the other up behind her head.
"Hurry up," he snapped.
Terrified, she forced her ankles behind her head, ignoring the pain as she stretched and pulled at ligaments and muscles. He nodded and smiled as he saw her winking asshole and gaping cunt maw. They were completely open and vulnerable.
"Now I'm going to whip your cunt," he said.
She panted and blinked in disbelief.
"If you hold still it won't be more than a few times. If you try and close your legs or protect yourself I'll whip your cunt a hundred times, then your tits, then I'll hook you up to the zapper again. Understand?"
"Please don't, Master," she pleaded.
"Get ready, slut."
She braced herself, hyperventilating as she watched and waited in terror. He held the crop up high, ready, torturing her with anxiety and anticipation.
"Ahh, maybe I won't," he said, lowering his arm a bit. Then, as hope sparked in her eyes he slashed it down directly into her bald cunt slit.
The scream was so loud he scrunched up his face and shook his head. Amy rocked back and forth, howling in agony as she clutched the backs of her knees tightly, keeping her legs up and open.
He slashed the crop down on her cunt again. She shrieked madly. Again he slashed it down on her cunt, then again, then again. Each time it struck with a sickening thwack and her howling scream echoed around the room a split second later.
"All right. I forgive you. Come and lick my feet," he said, putting down the crop.
She sobbed furiously, slowly pulling herself apart, rolling onto her side, then sliding down off the bed and onto the floor. She crawled forward on her belly and gripped his ankle in shaking hands, then kissed it repeatedly. She licked her tongue down against his toes and in between as he watched benignly.
"Suck my cock, bitch," he said nicely.
She crawled up his legs and sucked on his cock, whimpering like a dog as her tongue moved over it. Her eyes were wide and her face wet with tears. She suckled desperately, eager to please.
He came and she swallowed it down, then he shoved her back and moved away. He went upstairs and closed the door behind him.
He returned some time later. Amy whimpered and crawled off the bed and onto the floor.
"You smell, bitch."
"I'm sorry," she said in a small voice.
He slapped her face hard, throwing her back onto the floor on her back, then kicked her in the cunt.
"Master! You say master after everything! Do you want another whipping, you stupid ignorant fuck pad?!"
"I'm sorry ... sorry," she sobbed. I'm sorry, master."
"Come with me, slut pad, and stay on the floor. From now on you crawl wherever you have to go. Human beings walk. Slut dogs crawl on all fours. Understand, twat?"
"Yes, Master," she gulped, rubbing her pussy.
"Let's go."
He led her through a locked door to an equipment room. There was a generator there, along with a heater, air filtration system, water recycler, and other gear. The floor was concrete inside. Pipes and vents crossed the ceiling overhead.
He led her over beneath a thick pipe that crossed below the ceiling then told her to hold her hands out. He clipped her wrist bands together, then tied a rope around them. The rope was already across the pipe. He pulled on it until she was forced to raise herself to her feet.
Then he pulled her off her feet so she was hanging from her wrists, her toes trembling a few inches above the floor. He tied off the rope and went over to the corner, returning with a garden hose. He turned the nozzle and water sprayed out onto the hanging girl, soaking her.
He sprayed her up and down, then shoved the nozzle up her ass. She squealed and kicked her legs, but at a quick slap of his hand on her ass and a nasty order, she opened her legs and kept them open as he shot water up into her asshole, then shifted the hose and sprayed more water up into her cunt crack.
The water was cold, and when he turned it off she was trembling and shivering as she hung there. Her skin glistened wetly as the water dribbled down off her. He pulled over a pail and filled it with soapy water, then shoved his hand into a sponge-glove.
He got it all soapy then began to roughly clean her body, staring at her wrists, working his way down her arms to her armpits, then around in front to her breasts. She moaned and whimpered as he roughly scrubbed her bruised, wounded tit orbs, but did nothing to resist.
He soaped up her back and belly, then scrubbed her crotch and thighs and legs all the way down to her feet. He rubbed soapy into her hair and scrubbed it, then scrubbed her face. Finally he took a long brush, like a pipe cleaner, and shoved it up her cunt.
She cried out in pain, but clenched her teeth and kept her legs pulled wide as he shoved the pipe cleaner up her cunt tube and scrubbed the rough bristly brush back and forth inside her.
He snickered, then pulled it out again and forced it up her asshole. She moaned and bit her lip as he scrubbed her asshole. Then he put down the brushes, picked up the hose, and washed her down.
He was, she thought, washing her like she was a car or something, like she wasn't human but just a thing. Well, she supposed she was now. She was a slave, a whore slut slave.
She hung limp, dripping as he shoved the hose up her ass and sprayed water into her. She grunted and trembled, and slowly opened her legs without being asked, though it wasn't necessary. He pulled the hose out and shoved it into her cunt opening, shooting water up there.
Then he turned off the water. She hung limp again, her head down, not caring any more what he did to her as long as it didn't hurt too much.
He left her there for half an hour or so, then returned and let her down. He gave her a towel, a hair dryer, and a brush and told her to brush her hair nice so she'd look pretty.
When he returned an hour or so later she was dry, her hair brushed out carefully. She crawled off the bed and knelt before him on the floor, sitting back on her heels, hands at her sides.
"Hmmmm," he said. "What should I do with you, cunt?"
"Whatever you want, Master," she said dully.
"Should I butt-fuck you?"
"If you want to, Master."
He reached down and slid a finger into one of her nipple rings, tugging it hard enough to make her wince. He slid another finger into her nose ring and pulled that until her eyes began to fill with tears.
"You get too much rest, slut. You need to get more exercise."
"Yes, Master."
"Turn around, slut, and get on all fours."
"Yes, Master."
She turned and presented her ass to him and he kicked her in the cunt. She shot forward and tumbled onto her belly, moaning and choking as she gripped her sore pussy.
"I've already told you that unless my cock is up your asshole you should have the tail on!" he snapped. "Where is it?"
"I'm ... I'm sorry, Ma..Master," she gasped. "I forgot."
"Well, don't get it now you stupid fucking whore!" he snarled as she reached for it. "I'm just about to ass fuck you. Get back here."
"Yes, Master."
She got to her knees somehow, though she swayed even on all fours, and turned to show him her ass again. She tried to brace herself to be kicked in the cunt again, though there really wasn't any way to do that. "Reach back and pull your butt cheeks apart," he said, easing down onto his knees behind her. She obeyed and he pressed his cock against her anus.
He quickly stuffed it into her and sodomized her for five or so minutes before shooting his wad. Then he pulled out and made her suck and lick his cock clean. She didn't protest or resist.
"Okay, slut dog, come over here," he said. She crawled over to where he was standing and he motioned for her to stand.
"Raise your arms up high," he said.
She did and he clipped them together, then attached a small chain to them. The chain, along with others, hung from the ceiling, though she hadn't really paid a lot of attention to them before. This one and several others seemed too thin and small to be used for anything painful. Certainly they couldn't lift her off the ground.
He reached high and pulled down another small thin chain, and as pressure pulled on her wrists she realized it was the other end of the same chain. He pulled the chain taut, forcing her arms up and backwards, then pulled the other end straight down over her head.
The chain was pulling her uncomfortably backwards, and she wanted to step back a step or two, but he held her in place as he fiddled with the chain. "Tilt your head back," he ordered.
She did so, and he gripped her hair, forcing it back still further. Then, to her shock he slid the other end of the chain through her nose ring and pulled it tight. Her eyes teared a little as the nose ring was pulled up hard.
He tied the little chain off above her and moved away. Amy was stuck tightly in place. She couldn't move out from under the chain or it would tear her nose. She couldn't even move her head forward again, but had to keep it pulled back hard with her nose pointed up to the ceiling.
She couldn't see him as he moved behind her, but felt his hands at her pussy lips, then felt pressure pulling on the little ring there, tight pressure, sharp aching pressure that pulled her cunt lips down and back. She tried to ease her ass a little back to soften the tension, and it seemed to work a bit.
He moved around in front of her again, and she felt his hands, then other chains at her nipple rings. Soon pressure was pulling the rings out and up, stretching her nipples out, pulling at her breast meat as she groaned and whimpered in pain.
The chains tugged until her nipples felt ready to tear and her breasts, normally so round and firm, were pulled into tight, narrow cones pointed up and to either side. Then he locked the chains in place.
As a final touch he produced two more rings, holding them over her head so she could see them. He attached them to her ears, then slid chains through each so they pulled out tight to both sides, tearing at her ears.
Then, with her in a terribly awkward position, her cunt pulled backwards and down, her tits pulled up and forward, her nose pulling her up and her earrings pulling her down and to either side, he patted her ass and left, saying. "So long, slut. I'll be back tomorrow."
"NOoo! Please, Master!" she cried. "Don't ... don't leave me like this! Please, Master!"
"Have fun, whore."
He slammed the door and left her like that. She moaned and trembled. She couldn't move at all without causing sharp, tearing pains somewhere. She knew the chain attached to her wrists wasn't nearly strong enough to hold her, that she could snap it easily, but bringing any real pressure on it tore at her nose horribly.
As the minutes dragged on she was sure her nipples were ready to tear off, but any slight movement forward to ease the strain on them tugged her cunt lips against the chain in the ring there, and that hurt more than anything else.
She was having trouble keeping her balance too. She hadn't eaten any food in days and was weak from the hunger and the many beatings she'd received. Her legs shook and trembled, and she thought with terror, about how agonizing it would be if she fell, or even lurched to one side.
She could tear both her nipples off! She could rip her cunt open, tear open her nose, her ears. She had to stand still ... somehow. Until tomorrow? How long was that? What time was it now? Was it morning? Noon? Evening? Late at night? Early in the morning?
She thought about her parents and wondered if they thought she was dead, wondered if anyone was looking for her, if anyone cared.
Probably not, she thought miserably. She was just a cheap slut. Who would care? It was all her fault, she knew. She recalled how pleased she had been with her lush young body, and how excited she knew the boys were just to look at her in her tight pants.
She started to cry, the tears trickling down the sides of her face and falling to the floor below her.