Indentured (14 page)

My ears were filled with the sounds of trickling water.

He left me alone long enough that the overly full feeling started to transfer from my belly to my bladder. The next change I felt was more weight on my lower back. Sir was adding more bricks, at least four more before he wrapped more saran wrap around me to keep them in place. While he was still behind me, he added a few more pumps to my inflatable dildos.

But then almost all my external stimuli stopped. The electric zaps from my piercings stopped. The magic wands got turned off. The internal vibes wouldn’t stop until their batteries died or he removed the tape and turned them off, but at least the rest of it was done for now.

He pulled the gag out and replaced it with a straw. At least it felt more like a straw than the pee tube. I swallowed and realized it was my breakfast, a fruit and yogurt smoothie plus god only knew what else, all blended up into a disgusting liquid form.

If I was getting breakfast, I figured the ten hours of live streaming was up. Probably.

When I finished it, he replaced the straw with his cock. I started to suck and swallow, but was shocked when instead of getting hard and growing into a massive erection, he started peeing into my mouth. It shouldn’t have surprised me. Not after he’d had me drink my own urine only a short while ago, but I hadn’t been expecting it. Usually, when his cock hits my lips, he wants me to suck him off.

I swallowed repeatedly, but the stream seemed to go on and on, like he’d been holding it just for me. His piss tasted even more bitter than my own had, and it was a struggle to get it all down.

Once he finally stopped peeing in my mouth, he left his cock there. I knew that meant I should start sucking, but I couldn’t seem to make myself right away. The sharp slap of a riding crop stung my back, and so I started to suck and swallow. Almost instantly, his cock grew in my mouth to the size I’d come to expect.

My near constant orgasm finally started to peter off, so I could focus more on the blow job I was giving him. Every now and then, though, I still convulsed and shuddered because of the internal vibrators, which was almost worse than the non-stop climax.

But then he put the clothespin back over my nose and forced his cock deep into my throat, blocking off my airway. At almost the same moment, all my external stimuli came back at once, and I thrashed and screamed anew. He kept me in that state for almost a full minute, until I nearly passed out from it all, and then he allowed me to breathe and stopped the external stimuli.

Sir went back to leisurely fucking my face for so long I thought he might just want to enjoy himself that way. And then when I least expected it, bam, again with the no air and insane electro-zapping, vibrating orgasm.

He repeated this process at least five more times, each time forcing me to hold out longer than the time before. Then he shot his load down my throat and removed the headphones and the clothespin. My mouth was only empty for a moment. He slid the tube between my lips, and I had a feeling I knew what was coming.

“
Excellent work, slave,” Sir said while he fiddled around with some things. “We’re beginning a new training regimen this week. I’ll be utilizing a number of different training methods to achieve the desired result. Eventually, I want you to orgasm just as intensely as that every time I shut off your airway, whether you have stimuli aiding your orgasm or not.”

Sure enough, moments after I felt the sweet relief of my bladder emptying, my mouth filled with my own piss. I swallowed as much as Sir allowed through, but he didn’t let me fully empty my bladder this time, clamping it again before I got too much relief.
He removed the tube from my mouth and replaced it with the cock gag.

“I’ve removed the IV. You won’t
need it anymore. For the rest of the day, you will serve as the urinal for my staff. Any time one of my chemists needs to piss, he’s going to come in here and put his cock in your mouth. You will swallow every drop, and then you’ll thank him by sucking him off. I’ll be in periodically to deal with your bladder, but otherwise I’ll be preparing for tonight.”

I didn’t have the first clue what he had in store for me tonight, but I couldn’t very well ask him. Even if I could, I wouldn’t. I’d learned it was best not to question him, because he was extremely creative when it came to punishments. And considering this was supposedly a reward for how well I’d handled his clients, I didn’t even want to think about what sort of punishments he’d devise right now.

I felt him put something around my neck.

“Operation instructions,” he explained. Then he left me.

I’d only been alone for about a minute or two before I heard someone come in. He undid his zipper, removed my gag, and put his dick between my lips. I’d barely prepared myself by the time a hot stream of piss hit my tongue. As soon as he finished, he put both his hands on my ears and started fucking my mouth, his cock growing as I sucked and swallowed. It didn’t take long before he was fully engorged.

After a minute or so, I felt the familiar pinch of the clothespin on my nose as he buried his cock deep in my throat, shutting off my ability to breathe. I screamed in shock and pain and ecstasy as the magic wands and electric piercings came alive at the same time. That must have been part of the operation instructions he’d left. Good god.

Eventually, he shut them off and allowed me to breathe again as he took up a fast fucking rhythm. I started crying, but my tears didn’t go anywhere because of the duct tape over my eyes. He repeated the process twice more before he shot his cum down my throat and returned the cock gag to my mouth.

I was rarely alone throughout the day. Sir had about a dozen chemists working for him, and I must have acted as a urinal for each of them at least three times. Sir, himself, had used me in that way on five separate occasions. Sometimes, when one of his chemists was making use of me, he had come in to add more weight to my back or to pump my
dildos fuller or, twice, to have me drink my own piss. On those two occasions, he’d passed the tube into my mouth while I was already in the process of swallowing a cock. He forced the tube deep into my throat and then initiated my next orgasm with the electric piercings and magic wands and cutting off my ability to breathe.

The sensation of drowning forced my orgasms to a new level. Of course, he already knew it would, having played with that in the tub last night.

Finally, once I no longer felt the heat of the sun coming from the window behind me, I believed I was swallowing my final dose of urine as one of the chemists pissed in my mouth. I resolved to perform just as admirably this time as I had each of the dozens of others throughout the day. From the slightly sweet taste of his piss, I realized this was the chemist with the biggest cock—a good twelve inches or more once he was hard. He’d be able to keep me without oxygen quite easily for as long as he wanted with a cock that size.

I drank all that he had to give and started sucking before I realized we weren’t alone. Sir was behind me, pumping more air into my dildos. The pressure on my abdomen instantly ignited a fresh bout of tears
.

As soon as he was hard, the chemist in my mouth pinched the clothespin on my nose and pushed all the way in. I felt the piss tube being shoved in as well as all my external stimuli jerked to life. I screamed and gurgled and thrashed, and eventually remembered to swallow. Sir tore the duct tape from my ass and thighs and cunt, ripping all of it away while I couldn’t breathe.

The cock finally pulled free from my throat, but my piss was still flooding into me and I couldn’t breathe, and they didn’t turn off any of the added enhancements. I gurgled and choked as he kept fucking my face, trying to remember to suck, but it was almost impossible to suck and swallow at the same time, especially without being able to breathe.

When my bladder was empty, they pulled the tube free. I got in one good breath before it started all over again. This time, Sir jerked the vibrator from my pussy, and then the inflatable dildo, but before I had the chance to feel empty he was shoving something else inside me. Something big. Something hot. His cock? Was he finally going to fuck me?

No, this was too big to be even his cock.

I was on the verge of passing out again when the man in my mouth allowed me to take two gasping breaths. He instantly pushed back in, and that was when I recognized it was Sir’s fist going deep into my pussy.

He’d gotten his entire hand in, all the way to his wrist, and his fingers spread out, stretching my cunt. And still, he kept pushing deeper, stretching me further. I screamed and screamed over the cock in my mouth, but there was no getting away.

After my next breath, Sir took the toys from my ass and worked his other fist inside it. His big hands, his muscular forearms, they were massive—much bigger than what I’d held previously. I sobbed and sobbed, sucked and swallowed, but it went on and on for far too long. And all the while, I came and came.

Once sir had both arms inside me up to midway up his forearms, he started punching them in and out, back and forth, giving me the fiercest fuck I’d ever had in my life. The cock in my mouth went deep once more, preventing me from breathing. He held me like that longer, longer, so long that I finally, mercifully, passed out.

When I came to, I still couldn’t see, but I was in a very different position.

A cold, metal bar was behind my back, and my arms had been pulled over it and strapped into place. There was nothing supporting my ass, and my legs had been spread wide, with each knee bent over another metal bar and secured. My ankles were tied down as well, so my legs were fully immobilized. The cock gag was in my mouth and a fucking machine was working average sized dildos in both my cunt and my ass. Something was pinching my outer pussy lips and pulling them wide apart.

As expected, my bladder felt insanely full, but I couldn’t pee because he still had the catheter preventing it.

I moaned at my discomfort.

“Ah. You’re awake again.” Sir moved near me and took off my cock gag, putting a straw in its place. “Swallow.”

It was my dinner, fully liquefied and disgusting. I drank every drop. As soon as I finished that, he replaced it with a ginormous bottle of water.

“No more piss,” he said. “
At least for now. We’re moving on to other things, so you’ve got to stay hydrated.”

I drank until my belly felt as full as my bladder.
Then he brushed my teeth and had me gargle before kissing me long and hard on the mouth. He put his hand on my stomach while he kissed me, kneading my flesh just over the bladder. The harder he pushed, the more I cried. He bit my lower lip and ground his hips into my belly until I nearly had an orgasm just from needing to pee. After a few minutes, he bent and kissed my belly and then moved lower to suckle my clit while the machine fucked me, keeping the pressure on my stomach with his hands.

I came, shouting and writhing and squirming to get away.

Of course, he didn’t let me get away. The harder I tried, the harder he pushed against my bladder and nibbled and bit my clit. All the while, my screams rent through the open air and reverberated off the walls of whatever room we were in.

I finally gave up my fight, collapsing against my bonds and
letting the orgasms take over.

He kept torturing my clit for several minutes, even ramping up the speed and depth of the fucking machine while he did, until I was nothing but a panting, screaming, quivering mess.

When he stood up and kissed me again, he palmed both of my breasts and squeezed, prolonging my torture.