Lost

Chapter 7

In time, Duncan learned to submit and not to fight the slaps. His world had narrowed down to this room or the room with the tank...the bad room. This room had the bright light that left him blind, he got injections that intensified the buzzing in his head and narrowed his vision leaving him weak and confused, but this room also had the bed where Daddy would reward him for being good. Being good meant not fighting when Daddy slapped him or the others came and did things to his body. Fighting was wrong and he would go to the bad room with the tank of water. Thoughts of that room made his stomach clench and he would wet himself. There were just a few rules, but fighting was the biggest one. Don’t fight, don’t resist…submit…submit... Everything else would be punished with a spanking. Duncan didn’t mind that so much because sometimes there can be so much pleasure with the pain.

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He couldn’t see much, the edges of his vision were fuzzy and his stomach hurt from vomiting so much after being in the tank. He shouldn’t have tried to go down the hall. He shouldn’t have done it! He was trying to find the man with the hazel eyes, but he wasn’t there. He couldn’t find him. He wasn’t aware of rocking side to side or of the rhythmic thump he made as he knocked his head against the wall. He just waited. Daddy would be back soon. Sarah, he reminded himself, my name is Sarah. It meant princess. That’s what Daddy called him. And that’s who I am...I’m Daddy’s Girl, now. That was his latest lesson. It had taken awhile, but he had learned. And he’d given his word to obey. Daddy said he wanted his word so he gave it. He tried to give Daddy whatever he wanted. It was better that way. He flinched at the memory of the angry look on Daddy’s face and his stomach clenched again. He could feel the burning acid in his throat when there wasn’t anything left to vomit. He begged for the man with the hazel eyes to come and help him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt a small core pushing him to fight, keep fighting. But he couldn’t. The lancing streaks of fire shot through his head at the thought and he was so afraid. It hurt to think about that but the worst part was Daddy told him that if he was bad he’d hurt the man with the hazel eyes. He couldn’t let that happen…he had to protect… protect who? Gossamer wisps of faces floated through his mind too quickly to grasp. Instead he rocked harder unaware of the blood dripping down his temple from where he pounded against the wall.

The others came again, tut-tutting over how often they had to give the injections. It wasn’t normal, they said. But what was normal? She ran her hands over the mark high on her left hip and looked down at the wings and leaves around the ornate letter ‘L’. Daddy’s mark...he said it was his family crest, and now it was her crest, too. Was this a part of the breaking down or the building up? Sarah wasn’t sure...she wasn’t sure of very much anymore. The others came and she stayed so confused after the bright lights and the injections every few hours. She hated the others. She shifted her hips again and tried to get comfortable. She was so very sore and so, so very tired. But Daddy would be here soon. Thinking of Daddy made her want to touch herself, but she mustn’t. She wasn’t to touch herself unless Daddy said she could. Last time Daddy had seen her and had punished her. Her punishment wasn’t a spanking, though. Daddy said that she was starting to like it too much. Just thinking about laying in Daddy’s lap and his hand slapping her ass made the blood rush to her cock. She grabbed her filling cock with her left hand as her right moved to her nipple to pinch and rub, imagining Daddy’s hand there, his mouth, but stopped as she remembered. No, Little Girl, don’t do that...touching yourself is why Daddy had to punish you last time!

Three days earlier….

“No, my pet, you will not touch unless I give you permission. You must be reminded...” Daddy had used the leather cuffs and tied him face down on the bed. But Daddy had a new toy...the synthetic cock filled his mouth and reached down his throat and was held in place with the strap around his head. He’d choked and gagged but discovered he could breathe around it if he relaxed his throat and didn’t fight. He still didn’t fight as Daddy placed the pillows under his pelvis that left his ass in the air. But it became harder not to struggle when the blindfold was put in place. It did become marginally better when Daddy stroked his cock, already hard from his own earlier touches and the firm grasp of Daddy’s hands as he was tied. But Daddy used the cock ring...why when he already knows his little pet can’t come without a cock filling his ass? His thoughts drifted away as his knees were tied to the sides of the bed so that he couldn’t straighten his legs. His ankles tied to the foot of the bed ensured he couldn’t move at all. He was so scared, but Daddy kept talking to him in a low voice, whispering as he put small kisses across the tense shoulders and stroked the sweaty hair.

A gentle finger ran down his crack, from top to bottom in a soft stroke. Oh, yes! He opened up eagerly as the finger tentatively broached the little ring of muscle but was then shocked to stillness as he felt a wet lapping where the finger had been. Daddy’s tongue! Oh, YES, he moaned, completely undone at this pleasure. Of all things, this could almost make him come...and he wanted to so badly, but they’d made sure his body wouldn’t without that one necessity. But he wanted to, oh, God how he wanted to. Daddy’s tongue, licking and thrusting into him...how could this be punishment? It was one of his ultimate pleasures next to having Daddy’s cock fill him, pounding into him until he bled. He moaned again, writhing as much as the restraints allowed. Please, Daddy, please fuck me, he begged silently as he strained and tried to convey his need with his body.

He panicked slightly as Daddy’s mouth moved away, but sighed as the fingers returned, two of them, to twirl and scissor, a pleasure in itself but opening him for the best to come. Sarah was confused as he felt something hard and cold starting to enter him. Where was Daddy? Why wasn’t he snuggled up preparing to slide that delicious cock into him? Oh, it’s not Daddy. The slender tube sliding into him would fill him with liquid. Sarah didn’t mind too much...sometimes Daddy spanked him while he was filled. Sarah loved to be spanked...as long as Daddy didn’t push on his stomach which hurt when he was so bloated. Finally the tube was removed and something else was inserted, something cold and hard...the butt plug.

Andre chuckled at the moan of disappointment and forlorn wiggle of the ass before him. “Sweetness, you’ll soon learn not to touch yourself unless Daddy gives you permission.”

With that last statement, earplugs were shoved into place that blocked all sound leaving nothing but darkness and an incessant white noise buzzing in his head. He tried not to move...that caused a horrible friction against his cock that made his agony rage even higher. He tried not to cry because that made his nose clog up and made it harder to breathe, although a few tears did slip out from under the blindfold.

The first strike across his ass made him lunge forward but he was held tightly by the restraints. The second elicited a deep moan and he began to sink into that place in his head. The blows continued to slice burning stripes across his back and ass, the sharp pain contrasting with the feel of his healing tingling across his skin. He became lost in the acid stripes and ice cold shocks. He was barely aware when the whipping stopped but with the feel of a large hand, neither burning nor icy, in a final warm caress across his ass, Sarah knew he’d been left alone. Again.

It had been nearly a day and a half since Andre had given his pet her punishment. Andre was so very pleased at the progress of his little pet. Soon all her magnificence would belong to him, body and soul, just as he’d dreamed of so many years ago. Time to check on his darling, and then on to the next phase.

Time had a funny way of just disappearing. Sarah knew he’d slept, but had no concept of how long he’d been there. It must have been awhile. He could feel the wetness under him from when his bladder had released. It had been difficult because his cock was still hard, but that pain seemed so far away. Sharp and clear was the pain in his belly from being filled for so long. His thoughts scattered as another bit of a song floated through his head. It was so much easier to listen to the song and hum along. The humming stopped the buzzing noise so he hummed and concentrated on how that felt and not on all the other hurts. He concentrated so hard he never felt the hands loosening his bonds. He kept his eyes closed because the light hurt so much with the blindfold gone. But he kept humming because the buzzing was still there.

Andre wrinkled his nose at the smell of stale urine. But his darling was awake as evidenced by the fact that Sarah was humming again and rocking slightly from side to side. He removed the bonds, earplugs, gag and the blindfold, but not the plug or ring. He knew from experience that it would be very messy, so he moved Sarah to the toilet in the corner, holding her before he removed it. After cleaning her up a bit, Andre moved her to the shower stall. She struggled a bit as the water flowed over her face...a leftover from her time in the tank...but she soon settled down and allowed herself to be cleaned. Cramped muscles necessitated that Andre practically carry her to the bed. With one arm he swept the soiled linens onto the floor. Placing Sarah face down, he spread her legs and mounted her from behind with no other preparation. She really didn’t need much, she was well loosened. He stilled, making no move to thrust. A soft moan was all he heard as she started to tremble.

“Never forget, Sarah, you’re my girl, my princess. You must please only me...”

I’m Daddy’s Girl... “Yes, Daddy...yours...I’m yours...”

He wanted so badly to move, to let that delicious cock glide in and out, but he mustn’t...no, no, don’t move...not until Daddy says you can. He clenched his fists, bringing one to his mouth, chewing on his knuckles in his frustration as tears streamed from his eyes.

“Very good, my sweet,” the deep voice soothed her. “I believe you’ve learned your lesson,” he crooned. “You may move.”

Yes...oh, yes...Daddy, thank you! He began rocking back and forth, fucking himself on Andre’s cock, writhing and moaning, but not touching...not yet. He hurt so much, he needed to come...please, Daddy, please! Then he heard the blessed words. “You may come,” as he felt Daddy reach forward to remove the ring. He barely had time to bring his fists around his straining cock before the long-denied spasms started and thick streams of his cream shot into his hands as he screamed. Despite the blackness encroaching on his awareness, he made sure he captured every drop, and then the final step...he brought his hands to his mouth and licked them clean of all his seed just as the blackness engulfed him.

Beautiful, Andre was entranced by how well his pet behaved and he found the sight of her licking her own semen off her hands intensely erotic. He watched as the hands fell to the bed and then grabbed the hips before him even tighter. He began to move, plunging in and out, uncaring that Sarah had passed out moments before. He quickened his pace seeking only his own pleasure. He thrust so hard Sarah’s body seemed to spasm on the bed. “Yes, oh fuck yes, it’s time, princess...move upstairs...yes…fuck you every morning and night in my bed...you’re mine, MINE...MINE...” Each desperate plunge was punctuated by his screams of possession. He pounded into that glorious ass, uncaring of any damage or pain...she was his...HIS!

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She had developed a slight twitch in her right hand. She watched it curiously as she knelt in the room with the cement floor. Daddy would be here soon. He said he had a surprise for her. She vaguely wondered if it would be another tattoo. She looked at her body and wondered at placement. Now that she had no hair on her chest, arms or legs, it could go anywhere. She only had a very small patch left above her cock and she wondered at that yet again since she thought it looked rather silly. As she looked down her attention was drawn to the lock of hair that fell across her breast. It was quite a bit longer...she wondered for a moment when it was that she had last trimmed it but couldn’t remember. She knew she had been in this room forever, and her hair was long now. And it lay on her breast which was bigger now. It had to do with the shots she got every day, she knew. They gave her breasts and took away the shaving. They gave her the tattoo and took away...what else? Everything, whispered in the back of her mind, but she pushed that away. It hurt to think about it. Daddy was coming soon and he had a surprise for her. She wondered what it would be.

A quick click signaled the turning of the lock. Sarah’s heart began to hammer partly in fear and partly in desire. Daddy’s here. She turned to watch as the door swung open. He stood in the doorway, a giant come to claim what was his. She looked down at the hands in her lap without fully realizing the mixture of fear and desire in her eyes was exactly what the man wanted to see.

Andre stepped in the room, his eyes taking in the figure kneeling on the floor. Walking up to her he reached out with one hand, pausing slightly at the automatic flinch, then stroked the bowed head. Perfect. Running the back of his fingers down her cheek he placed his hand under her chin and tilted the beautiful face upwards. Smiling gently and rubbing his thumb across her full lips he murmured one word, “yes...”

Sarah moved her hands to the giant’s belt and quickly loosened it. With quick movements, she unfastened the trousers and let them slide to the floor. The silk boxers quickly followed. Burying her face in the giant’s genitalia, she breathed in the musky masculine scent, rubbing her nose in the thick pubic hair. With deft movements of her tongue, she licked and suckled along the length of the half-erect organ, tasting gently at the mushroom-capped head. With one hand gently massaging the furred balls, she grasped the thick cock with her other hand as she sucked the tender head into her mouth, rolling the taste of the salty sweet flesh around with her tongue. Long strokes of her tongue accompanying the small nibbles placed along the length of the shaft had the hips slowly thrusting the thick cock back and forth against her lips. Moving the head back into her mouth and sucking gently at the tip brought the large hands to her head to grasp her hair and hold on tightly.

Sarah delighted in the thickening shaft in her mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked harder taking more of the length as deeply as she could although she couldn’t take it all. Swallowing lightly, she eased the flesh passed her gag reflex until it rested lightly at the back of her throat and the fingers in her hair began to pull her head deeper, controlling the thrusts into her mouth. She made a ring of her thumb and forefinger, tightening it around the base of the now hugely swollen cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Curling her lips around her teeth even tighter, she could feel the swelling and slight tingling in her lips as they started to go numb. She was rewarded by the deep moans coming from the body above her so she sucked harder using her tongue to lave the underside of the cock that had become her world.

From the deepening groans and the amount of bitter/salt pre-cum saturating her mouth, she knew Daddy was almost there. While rubbing the delicate jewels in their tightened sac, she eased one finger back to rub against the small opening, adding pressure to press inwards. She tried desperately to hold onto her prizes as the hips thrust back and forth more violently as Daddy fucked her mouth harder and harder, bruising the back of her throat and making her breaths whistle out of her nose.

She felt the spasms start deep behind the tight sac. She eased the ring she’d made of her fingers and felt the liquid shoot through its channel, vibrating slightly as the first shot of semen coated the back of her throat. Swallowing convulsively, she licked and sucked riding the movement of the hips, grateful as the hands eased the painful grip in her hair.

Eventually the hips slowed and the grasp eased. Still she sucked and licked as the organ softened in her mouth. Gently lapping the last of the semen from the thick head, she let it slip from her mouth as she soothed and patted the spent cock, nudging it slightly with her nose as she breathed in the heady scent of male sex. She was rewarded again by the gentle pats and strokes across the top of her head.

“Excellent, pet. You’ve pleased me very much.” Andre adjusted his clothes as he stepped back to the door. “Now it’s time for your reward, princess.” He spoke to someone in the hall and stepped aside.

Clothes. She had clothes in lots of soft colors. Lace and silk, satin and ribbons. Soft leather pumps with low heels. She was Daddy’s Girl. Her new companion, a slender woman (man?) that Daddy said was named Louis Martín, but who later said it was Louisa, had also shown her how to use the little pouch and straps to bind her genitals up. She called it a gaff and although it had felt strange at first, she quickly became accustomed to the feeling. The straps wrapped around her hips and thighs, keeping her bound tightly but left her anus accessible. Looking down she was surprised at how flat her crotch was, no evidence of her genitals to show she was other than Daddy’s Girl. The blood left her face and her vision sparkled at the edges. Perhaps she swayed, she wasn’t sure, but suddenly Louisa’s hand was at her elbow. Don’t think...don’t look...lock it away... She didn’t see, wouldn’t see what was in the mirror. She was all dressed up, hair and makeup done. Louisa said she looked pretty. All that mattered was that Daddy was happy. That was enough.