A worm's story

Eventually the lights came on and I heard foot steps approaching. The gate to my cramped cage was opened and I felt Master grab my hips. He knelt behind me then pressed his cock against my ass. Knowing his intention and realizing there is nothing I could do to stop him, I began to whimper. With no lubrication he forced himself inside my hole and grunted as he pushed himself deeper. Finally he was in the entire way and he began pumping me.

Under my chastity belt I could feel my own cock begin to stir as Master fucked me. But when my shaft grew the slightest bit it was cruelly meet with the sharp points. I started moaning in pain from my dry rape combined with my tortured cock. Once again tears of frustration poured down my face.

A few minutes later he came in me and pulled himself out. He smacked my ass and said,” That is how a real man gets rid of his morning erection, by raping his slave.”  I sobbed upon hearing his words. I wanted so desperately to cum but knew it wasn’t likely to happen for at least a few more days. And worst he was right I was nothing more than a slave to him.

He pulled me out of the cage and pushed my face into a bowl of my slop. I couldn’t believe it actually tasted worse than the day before. As I bent over eating, Master inserted an enema tube into my ass and began filling me from behind. A moment later he stood over me and began pissing into my bowl. I looked at him with tears pouring down my face. The humiliation of being forced to drink piss was overwhelming, but I knew I no longer had a choice. When he finished relieving himself he walked away and said,” Finish everything in your bowl quickly, worm. Your Mistress wants to use you today.”

After he left I went back to eating my piss soaked slop. I couldn’t believe how low I had sunk in so short of a time. I was nothing more than a toy for my friends to abuse. Although I honestly could no longer see them as friends, they were my owners. I was a mere object and they were human with absolutely no respect for me. But I had to admit I no longer had any respect for myself either.

As I lapped up my meal I could feel my abdomen filling up from the enema making it more difficult to eat. But I knew there would be no excuses for not eating so I forced it down and fought back the urge to vomit.

I had finished my meal just as Mistress came down. She was wearing a very small pink bikini along with high heels. She looked stunning. My cock thought so too because it instantly tried getting hard but once again were painfully stopped by the points in my chastity belt.

She pushed in on my stomach to feel me being filled. Finally she removed the enema tube and had me squat over a nearby drain in the floor to empty myself. As I was draining she placed a very large dildo gag in my mouth and locked it around my head. In side my mouth, the gag filled me almost to my throat, which gave me a constant feeling of the need to vomit. The outside of the gag had a twelve inch long rubber dildo that drooped down like a limp cock.

Once I finished draining the enema, Mistress secured a two foot long hobble chain to my ankle cuffs and said, “Follow me, worm.”

She walked ahead of me up the stairs to the kitchen. My chains rattled as I tried to keep up with her.

“I want scrabbled eggs, toast and coffee,” she said before she walked out side to lie in the sun.

As I made her breakfast, the aroma of the food smelled so wonderful. I would have loved to have even the smallest bite, just to get the foul taste of my slop out of my mouth. But I had a bad feeling I was never going to be allowed such a privilege, which caused me to cry again at my predicament.

I also tried to look down at the chastity belt but my collar wouldn’t allow me to bend my neck, so I had to use my fingers to feel the smooth metal plate locked over my crotch. I frantically felt along the outside of the steel plate for even the smallest opening to my genitals, but there was none.  I would have gladly given anything just to masturbate, but I no longer had anything to offer. My “friends” now owned me completely. And if their treatment of me was any indication, it would be a very long time before I was every allowed to cum again if at all.

“I am hungry worm,” I heard Mistress scream from outside.

Finishing her breakfast I quickly carried it out on a tray and held it in front of her while she leisurely ate. I watched helplessly as she enjoyed each morsel, wishing I could have only a small taste. Mistress only ate a portion of her meal then sat back sipping her coffee as I stood there still holding her tray like a piece of furniture.

I watched her firm body as she reclined on the couch. Naturally my cock tried getting hard but was stopped at only an inch making me moan in pain from behind my gag. Mistress rubbed her bare foot against my thighs and smiled knowing I couldn’t get hard.

“Do the dishes worm.” Mistress commanded,”then return here when you are done.”

I hobbled as fast as I could back into the house to clean the dishes as she instructed me. I was almost done, when I heard her yell,”worm.”

I tried to run to her but my chains caused me to trip in the yard. I crawled the rest of the way to Mistress who handed me a bottle of sun tan lotion and removed her bikini top. I moaned in agony as my cock fought to get hard. She had me cover her entire body with the lotion, and then sent me to scrub the kitchen floor on my hands and knees with a sponge.

All day long she had me clean the house and serve her while she relaxed outside. By the end of the day I was exhausted, but was never allowed even the slightest rest. Several times throughout the day she would have me kneel in front of her and have me fuck her with the dildo sticking out of my mouth. After she would cum, she would merely kick me away from her and tell me to get back to work.

By late afternoon Mistress led me back downstairs and hooked my wrist cuffs to the cable hanging from the ceiling. She removed the dildo gag then winched my arms over my head until I was barely able to stand on my toes. She also took a long bull whip from the wall and shoved it into my mouth. Without a word she went back upstairs.

For more than an hour I hung there awaiting my fate. My jaw was still aching from being forced open by the gag all day, but hurt worse now that I had to hold the whip in my mouth. Desperately I tried to keep my grip on it. Unfortunately my jaw muscles became too worn out and the whip feel to the floor. I knew I would suffer dearly for such a simple mistake and began to sob.

A few hours later my owners came down. Mistress was still wearing her bikini and Master only a pair of cut off shorts. Both of them looked fantastic making me moan in agony as my cock tried to get hard at the site of their gorgeous bodies.

As they walked closer, Mistress picked up the whip and looked at me.

“Please forgive me Mistress,” I begged, “I am so sorry I dropped the whip.”

Master took the whip from her and cracked it once on the floor between my feet.

“We were going to let you masturbate next week, worm,” she said as she sat on the bed nearby, “But for dropping the whip, you will have to wait an extra month before you will be allowed that privilege.”

“Please Mistress,” I whimpered, “Please anything but a month.”

“Ok” she said with a cruel smile as she laid on the nearby bed, “Two Months.”

“No,” I yelled, “Please no.”
“Very well six months,” she said as she slid her fingers under her bikini bottoms, “Or would you like to try for a whole year.”

I realized I was doomed no matter what I would say. “Mistress please six months is enough please no more, “ I cried.

Just then I watched in horror as Master drew back the whip. He suddenly lashed it across my chest, the tip circling around my body to my back. Instantly my screams filled the room as the pain shot through my body like an inferno.

With no break in between, he then whipped my arms back and legs. Each strike of the whip hurt worse the prior one. Soon I was screaming constantly from the agony, my helpless body struggling violently to break free and avoid the whip.

Eventually Master became so aroused from beating me he fucked his wife on the bed in front of me. As the two enjoyed each other, I provided the ‘mood music’ for them by screaming in total agony.

Once Master came in his wife, the two relaxed on the bed watching me struggle. Finally she kissed her husband and said, “Whip worm again. It really turns me on listening to him suffer.”

He kissed his wife and said, “Anything for you.”

He got off the bed and picked up the whip again.

I shook my head in disbelief as he walked closer and drew back the whip.

“Please no” I whimpered.

A cruel smile came over his face as the whip lashed out at my helpless body. Naturally I began screaming again. Occasionally through my tears I would notice Mistress rubbing herself off to countless orgasms while I entertained her by suffering. Soon my entire body except for my locked crotch was covered in angry welts. After a few dozen lashes I finally passed out.

At some point I woke up in the dark still hanging by my wrists. I cried from the pain still raging through out me. I was also crying because I could see no end to my torment. I never imagined anyone could be this cruel. But my new owners proved it was very possible. I honestly wanted to die so I could go to hell for a rest. All night I was only able to hang uncomfortably and sob.