Heather sat at the bar, sipping on her cocktail. She was
nervous. She hadn’t been out to bars much, she was never
really into partying. Her friend, Amy, dragged Heather
along due to her recent messy break-up…
A man had been staring at them for a while. Amy pointed
him out to Heather. He was good-looking, not the best,
but not bad. Heather turned to glance at him, their eyes
met. He smiled at her, a kind of crooked smile. She
didn’t smile back, but just stared at him, perplexed for
some reason. He stood up and began walking over to the
two girls. He never stopped looking at Heather.
“Listen, my buddy ditched me for the night. To be honest
I’m not a huge fan of the bar scene, and you don’t seem
to be either,” he said staring at Heather intently, “You
want to go get a cup of coffee across the street?”
His presence was overbearing. Heather gave Amy a
questioning look, to which she just raised her glass and
said, “I’m fine.”
“I don’t even know your name,” Heather said to this
“It’s Jack. I can tell you all about me over coffee. I
promise I’ll make sure you get back safely.”
Heather was apprehensive, but everyone in the
neighborhood was very nice, it was a safe place.
Besides, she liked the idea of leaving the bar to have a
quiet conversation. She decided to take a chance.
“I’ll call you later,” she said to Amy as she grabbed
her coat –
That was the last thing Heather could remember. She woke
up feeling sick, her body was weak, her head fuzzy. What
the hell happened. Her vision cleared up and she looked
around the room. It was grey, the walls were plain
cement. There was just one door, it was closed. She
tried to move only to realize she couldn’t. She pulled
her arms but they were each bound above her. She pulled
harder and realized there were chains holding her down
by her wrists and ankles.
She was lying on an old, rotting spring mattress, and
chained to a rusty bed frame. The air around her smelled
foul. Now she started to panic. She pulled harder on her
chains, they only dug into her wrists. It wasn’t until
now that she felt her body was completely naked, the
foul air seeping into her soft skin. She wanted to
scream, but she couldn’t bring herself to make any
This can’t be happening. This is just a dream, its got
to be. Wake up Heather, wake up!
Suddenly she heard a clicking noise. She looked over
towards the door as it started to open, she held her
Jack entered the room. “Ah, you’re finally awake,” he
said coolly as he moved towards the bed.
“J-jack? What is this? What is going on…”
“You are to address me as Sir or Master. You will do
everything I command without question or hesitation. Do
“What? Please, just let me go and I won’t tell anyone.
Her words were cut off as he wrapped his hand around her
throat, squeezing her fragile neck. She pulled on her
chains trying to free herself, struggling under his firm
“You pathetic slut, disobey me again and you will regret
He let go of her neck. As she was coughing and gasping
for air, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a
knife. He flipped it open, and noticed Heather was now
staring at the knife, her body trembled. He leaned down
close to her, and placed the blade against her cheek.
The cold metal pressed into her rosy skin.
“Now I’m going to ask you one more time. Do you
Heather closed her eyes, hoping she would be somewhere
else when she opened them. She wasn’t.
“Yes Sir,” she said in defeat.
He smiled, “That’s better.”
He pulled a key out of his other pocket, and leaned over
Heather, reaching for her wrists.
“Get up,” he commanded after unlocking her chains.
He watched her as she slowly stood up, her naked body
weak and trembling under his cold gaze. He began
inspecting her, circling her like a vulture preparing to
devour its meal.
“On your knees, slut.”
She dropped to her knees.
He smiled. “Admit it, you’re nothing more than a filthy
whore. You know this is what you deserve.”
She bowed her head, speechless.
“Say it!” he screamed.
Heather let out a cry, and fell on her side. Her face
stinging in pain, she yelled out “I’m a whore! I deserve
to be used…” she started crying.
Jack started laughing, “Look at yourself! God you are so
pathetic. Get back on your knees… How did you become
such a hopeless slut?”
On her knees again, Heather looked up at him
questioningly, not knowing what to say.
“Well?” Jack asked, impatiently.
“I-I guess I-I’ve always been this way…”
He sent Heather crashing to the ground once more. He
stood over her and placed his boot on her neck, pinning
her to the hard floor. She put her hands on the boot,
squirming underneath it, gasping for air.
“I should just kill you right now, put you out of your
misery.” He pushed down harder, watching Heather’s face
contort in agony. “But that would just be too kind…”
He lifted his foot off of her, and watched her curl up
on the floor, coughing.
He commanded her to get on her knees once more, with her
chest on the floor. She quickly obeyed this time. Her
smooth ass was now on display, and Jack began running
his hands along her skin. He then placed two fingers
into her cunt, massaging it until she became wet against
“I’ll bet you’d love to have my cock inside your pussy,
wouldn’t you?” he asked, staring at his helpless little
slave, feeling his blood pumping towards his crotch.
“Yes sir… Please put your cock inside me…” Heather
knew he was going to fuck her eventually, now she just
hoped it was sooner rather than later. She just wanted
this whole ordeal to be over with.
“Get back on the bed,” he ordered as he stood back up.
Heather climbed onto the filthy mattress and laid on her
back, waiting for her Master to have his way with her.
She saw him start to undress, and then closed her eyes,
hoping it would all be over soon…
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain across her breast. She
screamed, and opened her eyes to see her owner standing
above her naked, holding his belt.
“What the fuck are you doing, whore?” He grabbed one of
her legs and flipped her body over. He then took her
wrists and wrapped the chains around them, securing them
to the two posts again. Heather dared not resist, she
didn’t know how far he would go with his punishments.
He commanded her on her knees. She was holding herself
up on her elbows, her wrists still chained to the bed,
her ass up in the air. Standing over her beside the
bed, his hands began exploring her ass. He spread apart
her lovely cheeks; Heathers body began to shiver.
He slowly pushed his finger inside her tight ass. She
let out a choked moan. No, please no, she thought. She’d
never wanted to experiment with anal, now she feared the
worst. After prodding her for a bit, he pulled his
finger out and moved it in front of her face.
“Suck it clean!” he commanded.
She paused, disgusted by his command, but she knew she’d
receive a worse beating if she disobeyed. She opened her
mouth and placed her lips around his finger. She licked
and sucked until he felt satisfied, then he took back
his finger. He placed his hard cock in front of her
“I’m going to fuck your ass, so you’d better lube up my
dick as best you can.”
Heather was terrified, but she didn’t want it to hurt,
so she began slobbering all over him. He shoved himself
deep into her throat, making her gag, but she kept
sucking at his cock until it was drenched in her spit.
“What do you say, slut?” he said as he pulled his member
out of her abused throat.
She stumbled for her words as she was on the verge of
tears, disgusted with him and herself. “T-thank you.”
His hand came down hard on her ass, “Thank you, Sir!”
“Yes! Thank you, Sir. Please Sir… don’t hurt me…”
Tears began to lightly fall down her cheeks.
On that note, he climbed onto the bed and positioned
himself behind her ass, placing the tip of his dick to
her virgin anus. “Listen, slut.” He said as he gently
pushed himself against her hole. “If I want you to
kneel, you kneel. If I want you to beg, you beg. If I
want you to hurt, you will hurt. If I want to piss in
your goddamn face you will sit there and thank me for
it! I own you. Do you understand?”
His words cut into her like a knife, she was terrified
and knew she had to do whatever he said if she wanted to
make it out of there. She bit against her tears. “Yes,
He thrust his shaft deep inside her ass, sending waves
of pain throughout her body. As he pumped in and out of
her she began sobbing. It seemed like each thrust hurt
worse than the last, and she felt her pain would never
end. Her abuse continued to fuel his pleasure.
“Oooh ya! Take my cock like the little bitch you are!”
he groaned, as he was pounding her tender ass, pumping
his dick in and out, letting his pleasure take over.
He wanted to keep humiliating and abusing his slut, but
he couldn’t hold back his lust- besides, he’d have all
the time he’d want with her. He quickened his pace,
pushing deeper into his whore. Her gasps of discomfort
were met with groans of his pleasure.
He spanked her ass hard, and pressed his other hand down
onto her back, shoving her upper body into the bed. In
one swift movement, he thrust himself deep inside of
her, burying his shaft in her ass. She let out a cry of
agony, gripping her weak fists around the chains that
bound her to the bed posts. Jack’s cum unloaded inside
of her, his strong hands digging into her hot flesh.
He paused, taking in the moment; his little cunt impaled
onto his cock; he could hear her attempting to fight her
sobs. Still balls deep inside his prisoner, he grabbed a
fistful of her hair and jerked her head upward. He
leaned down, his face almost touching hers. She dared
not look towards him. She could smell his breath; he
could smell her fear.
“I hope you’ve learned something today,” his breath
seemed to impale her mind just as his cock had impaled
her ass. “Little whores like you always get what’s
coming to them.”
She struggled, trying to pull away from his grip.
His hand ripped back harder on her hair, and he pulled
her face in closer to his. “And guess what slut,” he
whispered in her ear and chuckled, “we’re just getting
With that, he relaxed his body and let his needs take
over. He wanted this bitch to feel utterly worthless and
vile. He began pissing into her asshole, his urine and
cum filling her to the brim. She couldn’t hold her tears
back any longer and began sobbing uncontrollably. He
finished and without a word got up, gathered his
clothes, and made his way towards the door.
He slammed the door behind him, leaving his little cunt
chained to the bed, sobbing, reduced to nothing more
than a receptacle.