Journal of My Captivity - Pt. 3

Master's training took me further down the path to be his sex toy.

[My Discipline]
When my pride overcame by obedience, I was rewarded with freedom, not to be released of course, but no more hands bound to the back, no more sleeping in odd positions secured to fixtures as long as I behaved.

“You are my slut dog, and I am your Master. Let me hear you say it!”
“I am a slut dog, and you are my Master.”
“Your body belongs to me. It was solely made for my pleasure!”
“My body belongs to you. It was solely made for your pleasure.”

A new establishment put me in my place. I was to obey my Master in every way, put away all my morality to avoid his beating. Should I show any signs of hesitation, or delay on his order, I would face consequence in the most brutal way.

There are various fixtures in the room to keep me in place, all secured with rings that hook up to the cuffs of my wrists and ankles, leaving me vulnerable and exposed to whatever punishment that pleased him.

There was the chair, like the kind that gynecologists use to check pregnant women, the very same fixture that I lost my virginity in. It kept my legs wide open and hands high up. He would slap my breasts and watch them jiggle, he whipped my ass and pussy, all the most vulnerable spots. He whips my feet so bad I couldn't walk on them, forcing me to crawl everywhere I go.

There was the sawhorse that locks me in an all-fours position, bending me over and stretching my limbs to its legs, so Master could rape or spank or whip my ass until it burns. It was his favorite.

There's a low T-bar that reaches my knees. Master would secure my dog collar and wrist cuffs across the horizontal beam, with me facing the floor or ceiling, depending on his preference of torture that day.

The taller T-stand reached up to my chest, like the kind they lock prisoners on public display in historical drawings. I would be bending over on my feet, with my ass sticking out for his amusement.

There were shackles mounted on floor, walls and hanging from the ceiling, where I be hanging on tiptoes and beaten in all forms one could possibly imagine.

Master beats me with all kinds of things. There was the bamboo cane, the swish sound when it cut through air was enough to give me the chill, and it strikes with precision. Master would whip my tits and clit and send me to a frantic howl.

When he shows mercy, he smacks me with the leather pad, a foot-long piece of hard leather. It creates a loud crack and leaves big red marks on my breasts and ass, more humiliating than physical pain, but hurts all the same.

He has a whip, it's evil and cut me like a knife. There's another he called the Cat of Nine Tails, which consists nine separate whips slashing me at the same time. They leave me with long painful scars that burn my skin and mind.

And then there was the cattle prod. A long metal rod that generates high voltage, the name itself tells that it wasn't meant to be used on a human being, but Master poked me with it, sending shocks so powerful it could blow me off my feet. Several times he shoved it up my pussy and ass, shocking me from the inside. I thought I was going to explode and die, if only that was the case.

When I finally came to my senses and behaved like his obedient dog, Master used his riding corp. It doesn't hurt as much as other devices, but one slap to the skin would put me in full attention, a warning to elevate the tool of punishment.

There are still many other punishments besides beating. Master would tie me on any of the fixtures to torture me.

I was put on the sawhorse, riding with my crotch over the narrow beam, with my legs folded back and feet cuffed to the rear. My hands were cuffed to my back, and my collar hung by a chain from the ceiling, keeping my back straight. The position landing my entire weight down my crotch, it was suffocating, and he would strike his pad over my breasts and hips and butt, forcing me to grind my pussy against the hard beam.

Once he put alligator clips on my nipples and clit, wired them all to a machine. When he flipped a switch, it sent electrical current through my body, stimulating my muscles to twitch, causing me to ride the sawhorse involuntarily. Another time he stuck two metal dildos in my pussy and anus, and blasted my insides into total mess.

He would leave me there for hours, made me watch how women straddled men's cocks, while my own body rocked on the sawhorse, grinding my crotch against the narrow beam.

And then there was the shit torture as I called it, where Master chained my dog collar so close to the floor, leaving my face inches from a bowl of shit. He does that every time he finds shit residual from my asshole, which happened often in the beginning. He kept me there for hours, sometimes overnight, so I woke up with my face buried in my own shit.

Actually, Master needn't beat me at all. Starvation alone would put me to discipline. I barely get a full stomach from his feeding, and would only take one skip meal to correct my discipline.

[My Sodomy]
Sucking cock and being fucked became my daily routine, that I have given up fighting. My purity was taken and so was my body, but deep down inside I still kept a little dignity, to keep my mind sane, reminding myself not to sink to the bottom, so one day when I get out of here, I can put all these nightmares behind and recover to my old self.

Sodomy took that last bit of sanity from me.

It was the most twisted thing a human being could think of, to act against nature, to have something entering where all its purpose was to exit.

I had my first taste of sodomy when my period came, that was when I realized that I'd been here for a month, because the previous one came shortly before I was taken.

Anyway, I was on my hands and knees when Master was mounting me from behind. Suddenly he went rage and started hitting me on the face. I cried not knowing what I did wrong, and then I saw blood all over his cock.

“You dirty bitch!” he yelled in disgust.

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet, his other hand wouldn't stop slapping me. I held onto my hair for dear life as he dragged me to the sawhorse, securing my arms and legs to its stands. Then he whipped me furiously with his bamboo cane, inflicting my butt and back with immense pain.

He then threw away the cane and went behind me, shoving his fat fingers deep in my pussy.

“If I can't fuck you there, that leaves your asshole!” I felt his finger poking my anus. “It's time to pop that last cherry!”

Terrified by the feeling of his finger drilling where it shouldn't, my anus shrunk in defense, but couldn't fight against the big strong finger.

My mind flooded with horror, to have someone exploring my shitting spot. How would anyone be sick enough to want to do that?

I struggled frantically on the sawhorse, wanting to get away from the brutal intrusion, but the leather restraints locked firmly in place, leaving my ass open for violation.

The finger brutally broke through my sphincter, jamming deep into my rectum, twisting and turning and poking against my inner wall tissue, sending me immense pain as much as humiliation, to have someone exploring where I shit. I cried in agony, thinking what damage it was doing to my insides.

Master continued pumping his finger in a rapid motion, yanking it out then jamming it back in, sawing against my anal rim and causing it to burn. This went on for so long, until my anus was completely defeated, not an ounce of strength to fight against its intrusion, then he pulled it out.

I almost fainted with relief, only to wake up to a new horror. Master was pressing his cock against me, he was going to jam his giant cock into my ass! My mind screaming: This can't be! Surely he knew it won't fit! It's just impossible!

I cried hard, begging him to stop this inhuman act, but he continued his advance, pushing his big fat pole up my rear end. His cock was so thick it dragged my vaginal flesh by moving in and out, it would only do far worse to my ass.

My sphincter was stretched to its limit, but still couldn't cope with the giant knob that continued feeding into me, challenging the impossible, until I felt something snapped.

A sharp pain shot up my spine, my whole body trembled uncontrollably. My rim was torn, the giant knob pushed through, and the monstrous cock inching into my guts. It was horrified, feeling something alive crawling inside me, jamming so deep I couldn’t breathe. I thought I was going to die.

I was tied on all fours as Master fed his entire length into my rectum, until his pubic bush pressing on my ass cheek. Like intercourse, he yanked out hard, dragging my intestine out of me, and then shoved it back in with brutal force, again and again, faster and faster.

My asshole was burning. What once a tiny anus was widely stretched to fit his fat trunk, the rim wrapped tightly around the hard pumping surface, which rubbing furiously against my tender flesh. It was never meant to withstand such harsh torture, and it was telling me it's badly damaged.

My mind was a mess, thinking the sickening fat worm moving in my bowel, violating the last place I had to myself. I felt so degenerated, that I became the piece of fuck meat my Master constantly refers to. I could never face myself to go back to who I was.

The torment felt like an eternity, with a big hard rod pounding rapidly into my guts, so hard I thought I was going to die. He clamped his powerful hands at my waist, pulling my butt to meet his impact, jabbing every last inch of his monstrous cock into my belly, until finally unloaded his evil seeds deep inside me.

Master yanked out his cock and spanked me hard, snickering in satisfaction, grabbed a handful of my hair to wipe his cock clean.

“This is your first butt-fuck! Get used to it! From now on you'll get it on a daily basis!”

I broke into tears, being raped was terrifying, but to be raped in the ass was way beyond that. It was inhuman!

From that day on, sodomy became part of my regular training. He would come in and have me suck his cock, made it hard so he could rape my pussy. Then he switches to my ass, pounding me furiously, beating my insides into minced meat, and then had me lick his cock clean. By the end of the week my ass was so torn, I had to wear a buttplug to block the leaking cum and shit.

To work on my asshole, Master had me ride on a dildo that had a suction at the base, it fixed on a table and I had to sit on it, pumping up and down under his watch, beaten to correction, and fucked like my life depended on it.

Whenever he found residual on the dildo, he would force my mouth over it and secure my neck collar to the table, leaving me gagging on my own shit. He would whip me with his cane until I licked the shaft clean, then get back on the table to ride again. This went on for an extensive period, hour after hour, day after day, until I couldn't tell the taste of shit from food.

Later I was introduced to enema, an unpleasant but delightful process. Unpleasant because I revolted anything that goes into my ass, but delightful that it cleans my rectum so I don't have to taste my own shit when licking Master’s cock clean.

After long and nightmarish trials, I managed to ease my anal muscles at insertion, but I could never shake off the repulsive idea of nature in reverse. Later Master told me that rectum cannot produce lubricant like vagina does, that I must give frequent blowjobs to keep his cock wet, or switch to fucking with my pussy on occasion. I guess school forgot to mention that in health class.

[My Videos]
Master set up spotlights, tripod and a camera to film me, and under his instructions I posed perversely against my will, spreading my legs and squeezing my breasts, parting my butt cheeks to expose my shameful spots. Then we moved to dog tricks, where I would sit, crawl and bark at his orders, bending over to show my ass, even raising a leg to pee like a dog.

I was instructed to jerk off, fingering my pussy while feeling my breasts, moaning like those women in porn. I was given dildos, to fuck my pussy and asshole like a cheap whore.

It was even more embarrassing than my night performance, at least that was for my Master's eyes only, but now that it gets recorded, it can be stored and played back, or worse - shared.

Master would ask a question, and then gave me a line to repeat to the camera:

“What are you doing?”
“I'm fucking myself with a dildo.”
“And why would you do that?”
“Because I love my pussy being filled by a cock.”
“How often do you do this?”
“I do this day and night. I can't sleep without a good fuck.”
“What do you want out of everything in the world right now?”
“I want to be fucked by a real cock!”

The script went on and on. I tried hard to ignore the presence of the camera, pretending I was just doing my nightly routines, moaning and jerking off with toys up my pussy and ass.

Master would playback the videos and make me watch, correcting me for our next filming. It was most embarrassing, to watch myself naked, spreading my legs and fingering like a whore. I only prayed that he was keeping it to his own collection and not share it out.

On occasions, Master would put himself in the video for some real actions. He wore a hood whenever he went on camera, it covered his entire head, with holes cut out at his eyes, nose and mouth, while leaving my face and body fully documented.

He added my videos into the playlist, mixing them with other porn. In my sleep I could hear my own voice, moaning and grunting like a cheap whore, saying all kinds of filthy things begging for a fuck, voices that bored deep in my head I couldn't tell if it was scripted or the real me speaking.

[My Exposure]
One day Master brought in a keyboard, the kind we had in our school library. I was curious because there was no computer in the room.

I watched him hit a few buttons, the flatscreen TV went blank, and then popped up a website. I was somewhat amazed it could be done, electronics were never my thing. My first thought was: If this thing can reach internet, maybe I can send a message for help!

My heart raced, thinking I finally found a way out, soon I could be rescued and get back to my life! And then my heart sank.

It was a porn site, with hundreds of women doing nasty things, and among them was me, jerking off, licking shit off a dildo, barking on all fours while getting butt-fucked. Each video carried a perverse title:

“Watch little Jenny play with herself!”
“Jenny wants your cum for breakfast!”
“Jenny fucking her ass with a dildo!”

Master clicked into each of my videos, below them showed hundreds of comments, left by sick viewers with their twisted remarks:

“Daddy wants to cum in you!”
“I bet your ass is tight as a fist!”
“Love you giggling those tits!”

I felt the world collapse around me. My shame was out. I could never go back to face my family, nor my school. My videos will be viewed, downloaded and shared forever. I broke down and cried.

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