Enslaving Robert

Enslaving Robert

Robert 5_1



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By The Devil's Advocate

1.

As I regained consciousness, I just laid on my back and stared at the
bars above me. I still had a bit of a headache but the main reason I did
this was that I was too scared to see who had captured me. The bars were
only a few feet above me so I knew I wasn't lucky enough to be in some kind
of temporary holding cell at the local sheriff's office.

I stayed like this for more than 30 minutes. I knew that the less I
moved the more likely I would be left alone. The last thing I remembered
was getting woozy as I drank the soda my 11-year-old sister, Linda, had
brought me. There was little doubt that the drink had been d**gged. The
only question was whether s*s had been in on it or not.

I knew s*s didn't think fondly of her daily spankings and other sexual
training I had been giving her. Therefore, it was entirely possible she
was in on this. However, I highly doubted she would have the will or the
knowledge to pull it off on her own.

Curiosity finally got the best of me and I forced myself into a sitting
position. There was another person in the cage with me but this fact
didn't surprise me. I had already felt the warmth of their body against my
leg and thigh.

However, this person wasn't who I had assumed it might be. I thought
for sure it was either one of my uncles or possibly Linda. I was shocked,
however, to find it was my grandfather.

"You dumb son of a bitch," I whispered.

We were the only two in the room but I already knew who had captured us;
it was Uncle Jay. When I gave Uncle Jay to Grandpa Bob as a sex slave I
knew there was a good chance my drunken grandfather would eventually fuck
up and either get caught by the authorities or worse... being locked in a
cage like this of course was one of those "worse" things.

It still surprised me, however, that my Uncle Jay actually had the balls
to do it. What surprised me even more was that he had somehow gotten me
into the cage as well. Sure, I had been d**gged... but how did my uncle
arrange it? Hell, how did he find me in the first place?

s*s and I left our home in Colorado just so we couldn't be found; we
even changed our names. When we left Colorado, we went to my Uncle David's
house to hide out for a bit. Well, to hide out and train an 11-year-old
girl named Pupsiie.

While finding Uncle David's location wouldn't have been that hard for
Jay, all logic seemed to indicate that he would never check there. Uncle
David k**napped and enslaved their brother Joseph and Uncle Jay never
suspected him. Sure, the story was that Joseph had run away, but there had
to have been at least a little suspicion that he might have been k**napped.
So, if he didn't suspect his brother of that then, then why would he
suspect his brother of harboring us now? In my mind, things were starting
to point even further to s*s.

But still, how did they manage to contact each other, let alone hatch
this "plan". The only computer and phone in the house was locked up all
the time. The only times s*s was ever out of my direct supervision was
when I was loaning her out to Steve down the street or when she was busy
training Pupsiie. Even then I had video footage showing her activities.

Pupsiie! The answer suddenly fell on me like a ton of bricks. I felt
incredibly stupid for my error. There was no way in the world Steve was
letting s*s hatch plans behind my back. That just left Pupsiie. I was
certain that Pupsiie wasn't actually in on it but she did have a computer.

God I was stupid! I'd even caught s*s using it. Hell, almost every
tape I had of s*s showed her on the computer for at least 15 to 30 minutes
each day. Why hadn't I thought to load some kind of key-catcher software
on it or at least make s*s turn the monitor so I could see it with the
**********era? I have no clue if there is an actual rulebook for masters,
but if there is then I'm sure I had broken the key rule... I had trusted
Linda when she told me what she did on the computer each day.

According to her, each day she was just searching for and downloading
porn images for the Windows background on Pupsiie's computer. I would bet
you top dollar that she wasn't just doing this but was also emailing Uncle
Jay.

All of this was just speculation and pretty academic at this point. I
was in the fucking cage, which is all that mattered right now.

I glanced at Grandpa Bob again and noticed he had a bloody patch of hair
on the back left side of his head. I couldn't help but chuckle. Bob often
used thin rope to tie barbell weights to Jay's ball sac. He would then
make Jay crawl around dragging the weight behind him. My guess is that Jay
decided to use one of these weights for something else.

It served Bob right though. You never turn your back on a slave while
they have access to a potential weapon like that. He's damned lucky he
didn't get killed. Those weights are pretty heavy. Of course, it could
have been a dozen other things Jay used on him. In Bob's defense, I never
did give him the whole "house slave proofing" lecture. But then, I really
didn't give a shit if Uncle Jay killed or captured Bob. However, now that
I was in the cage with him I was starting to care.

I leaned over Bob to make sure he was actually alive. He was. I
checked the wound on his head to make sure it wasn't too bad. The dip shit
deserved to die for getting me into this situation. However, him living
was in my best interests. If he were to die then Uncle Jay, or whoever
captured us, would probably not want any witnesses left behind. Of course,
killing both of us might be on the menu anyway; but at least with Bob alive
I still had a chance.

When I glanced around the room it dawned on me that we were in Uncle
David's basement. This surprised me because the cage was one that Bob used
with Jay. Bob had two cages for Jay, one in the bedroom and one in the
bathroom. This was the bathroom cage. I prayed that he choose this cage
because it was the largest one and not because of what it was used for.

The bedroom cage wasn't even large enough for one person to lie down in,
let alone house two. Of course, that was the point of the cage. While
grandpa slept, his son would struggle all night trying to do so.

The bathroom cage was significantly larger. It was over 3 feet wide, 4
feet tall and at least 10 feet long. The damn thing was so long that half
of it stuck out the bathroom door when it was in place at Jay's house. The
bars were very similar to what you might expect to find on an actual prison
cell door. They were about a half inch thick and were spaced around 6
inches apart.

Grandpa had to literally climb over the damn thing every time he went to
the bathroom. No fucking way I would have put up with that on a daily
basis. Granted, if he just had to piss then he never actually went into
the bathroom. He would just stick his dick through the bars and his son
would drink it down.

I never seen any footage of him feeding his feces to his son but it
wouldn't surprise me if he did that too on occasion. He liked to have his
son bathe him, which is the only reason I could ever come up with that he
insisted on keeping the cage sticking out of the bathroom. I mean, he
could have very easily fed his piss to his son in any room of the house.

The presence of the cage here concerned me for a couple reasons. First,
it indicated that a lot of effort and planning was put into my capture.
The cage could easily be disassembled but each piece still looked like it
weighted a good 100 pounds. The second, and most important thing was that
all that effort wouldn't have been done if my capturer hadn't planned to
keep us here for a long time.

"Awake I see."

The sudden comment made me jerk backward and bang my head against the
metal bars. It wasn't that hard of a hit but it didn't do my current
headache any favors. I glanced over to see my captor. Sure enough, it was
Uncle Jay.

"Let me out of here this instant," I commanded.

Uncle Jay actually took a step forward to comply before he caught
himself; what a fucking weakling. I would have laughed at him but felt it
best not to upset him too much until I knew what his goals were.

"Where is she?" Jay demanded.

I was puzzled for a moment. Even if she wasn't involved in my capture,
I couldn't imagine that s*s had managed to escape. Then, however, it
dawned on me who the "she" was. He was in search of my mom, Karen; his
sister.

My father enslaved both mom and Uncle Jay around the same time. They
were made to do many things together. While it all started out being
forced on them, at some point the two had fallen in love with each other. I
was born not long after mom had been rescued. However, Uncle Jay and mom
continued to secretly "romance" each other for years afterward. While I
was the result of my father's sperm, Linda was the result of Uncle Jay's.

It was mom's pregnancy with s*s that put an end to their love affair.
Well, actually, it was grandma (Beth) that played a big part in putting an
end to it. In addition, Uncle Joey disappeared right about the same time
the pregnancy was known. This lead the family to think he had run away as
some kind of by-product of the pregnancy. These two factors convinced mom
and Uncle Jay to end the affair. It wasn't until many years later that I
managed to "rekindle" it.

"Sure, I tell you where she is and then you turn me into the cops," I
replied.

"Tell me where she is and I will let you go," Jay said.

Yeah, right. A more likely scenario is that if I told him he would kill
both Bob and I. I wasn't about to mention that of course. Even if he
already planned to do that it was to my benefit if he didn't know I was
thinking that.

"How about a compromise," I said. "You turn me in to the cops and I
then give mom's location in exchange for leniency."

The dumb shit actually stood there considering my proposal. Only an
idiot would go for that. I was ******* for fucks sake. Like they would
believe I was actually able to enslave s*s, mom and him. Hell, sometimes I
couldn't even believe it. It would be Bob and my word against his. He
couldn't even bring Uncles Joey and David into it. I had them so well
trained they would never testify against me. If anything, they would be on
my side. I'm not even sure he could get s*s to testify against me.

No, I would keep my mouth shut if he turned me in to the cops. Even if
they believed him, I was still a minor. Chances are I would get a slap on
the wrist. In the worst-case scenario, they might put me on trial as an
adult. It wouldn't be until then that I would consider giving up mom's
location.

Even someone as stupid as Uncle Jay had to realize all of this; he also
had to realize it could be months before it reached the point where I might
be forced to give up mom's location. For all he knew, mom could be locked
up somewhere with a limited supply of food and water.

Yet, he still stood there for over a minute considering the option.
Finally, he started shaking his head back and forth slowly and said, "No".

While the answer did not surprise me, it still concerned me. This was a
point of no return for Jay. He wouldn't be able to let me go without great
risk to himself. Yet, if he turned me in he would be in a lot more trouble
with the law than I. k**napping a minor is not looked on very kindly by
the law, regardless of if the k** is an angel or the devil.

I could see him mowing this over in his mind as well. He didn't say
anything further and just turned and walked out of the basement and back
upstairs. I braced myself as best as I could mentally for what I was
certain would be coming next. I was surprised, however, when he did not
immediately return. I thought for certain he was going upstairs to get a
pair of pliers, nails, saws or who knows what in order to torture me into
confessing mom's location.

I've obviously never been tortured. However, I had already decided I
would hold out as long as humanly possible. The second I confessed I was
as good as dead; I knew it and Jay knew I had to have known that. While I
was certain I would eventually reach the point I didn't care anymore, there
was still the chance Jay might screw up. Even if I didn't get the upper
hand, he might accidentally cut too deep or something else life
threatening.

He would then have no choice but to let me die or take me to a hospital.
That choice would depend on how much he truly loved Karen. My death would
mean she would be lost to him forever. Taking me to the hospital wouldn't
guarantee anything for him but at least there would still be a chance.

I would like to say that I was so smart that all these thoughts just
magically came to me on the fly. Truth is that there had not been a night
that went by that I didn't play out scenarios just like this one in my
head. Being caught, after all, was my worst nightmare. Unfortunately for
me, there was a good chance that Uncle Jay had been running through his own
simulations each night.

What concerned me is that if he had indeed run those simulations then
that meant he knew he couldn't negotiate any more. Unless he was actually
thinking of turning me in then that meant torture; however, to delay like
this only gave me more time to prepare myself. It might cause me to get
more nervous, but in the long run it just weakened his position. So...
what the fuck was the delay?

I sat there waiting in the cage for hours. Around the two-hour mark
grandpa finally woke up. He seemed to know even less than I did in regards
to what was going on. After chastising him on his stupidity, I brought him
up to date on our situation... as though it wasn't already blatantly
clear. It gave me something to do, however, in order to kill time.

I had no way of knowing for sure if it was day or night, but I
eventually got too tired to stay awake and dozed off. When I woke up I
felt rather refreshed so I guessed I must have slept for a good 7 hours.

When I sat up I saw Bob sitting up at the other end of the cage staring
back at me.

"Now what?" he asked.

He said it as though all this shit was my fault. I felt like leaning
over and kicking him in the face. It would have been an act of utter
stupidity on my part though. I was pretty certain I would eventually need
his help to escape and even if I didn't he was almost twice my size. Even
if most of his size was in the form of fat, I'm pretty sure he could easily
take me in a fight. Instead, I just ignored his comment.

I had more important things to worry about, like why the hell Jay was
just letting us sit down here. None of the scenarios that I had run
through my head in regards to my capture had ever involved just leaving me
in a cage like this with no interaction.

I was actually grateful when I finally heard someone walking around
upstairs. At least I knew Jay hadn't just left us here to starve to death.
Though, his real intent was yet to be seen.

Another two hours went by and I was tempted to start yelling obscenities
at him through the floor. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction
though so I kept quiet. It was yet another hour before he finally
descended the steps to the basement again.

He was carrying a couple dog bowls. These were the same bowls I used to
feed Uncles David and Joey with. I don't know what turned my stomach more,
the thought of what might be in those bowls or the fact that my ******
uncles used them as well.

Jay didn't say anything; he just pushed them through a small hole in the
cage. I could see Bob calculating if he could reach Jay's hand before he
got out of range. I just shook my head back and forth to him. There was
no way the slow fuck would be able to reach him in time. All he would do
is piss Jay off.

After the food and water was in place Jay turned and left the basement.
Bob rushed to the bowls and started eating. From the way he devoured the
food, my guess is that he was just as hungry as I was. I let him eat first
though, if it was poisoned then I would know soon enough. It was worth
waiting 10 minutes or so just to be on the safe side.

Fifteen minutes passed after he finished and he was still breathing and
wasn't throwing up or anything. So, I moved over to the bowls myself. I
had tons of dog food upstairs and assumed that is what he had given us. To
my surprise, it was actually normal food. It looked to be a mixture of
ground hamburger, onions and who knows what. It actually smelled good so I
reached in and grabbed a hand full. It wouldn't have won any awards but
considering what it could have been I felt it tasted rather good.

When I went to drink the water, however, I noticed something off about
it. It was definitely d**gged. I put a couple drops on my tongue and knew
what it was right away. There was a homemade concoction that my father
often used on his slaves. It took me awhile, but I eventually duplicated
the recipe. However, as far as I knew my father always used this d**g in
enemas. I had no idea what would happen if I drank it. I was thirsty as
hell but decided not to drink it.

By the time Jay came back down to the basement 2 hours later Bob was
definitely feeling the affects of the d**g. I'd used it a few times on s*s
and my other slaves and I could spot that glossy look in the eyes anywhere.
I did my best to look d**gged as well. I was hoping Jay planned to move us
out of the cage or something.

"Nice try," Jay said to me. "Do you really think I'm that stupid? I
know you didn't drink any."

I had to assume there was a **********era somewhere in the room. It was
a good thing that I had not decided to hash out any plans with Bob.

"Drink this," Jay said as he placed a large plastic cup full of the
mixture on the ground just outside the cage.

I thought about telling him to go fuck himself. But I was so thirsty
that I knew I would eventually have to drink the d**g anyway. Plus, there
was still a chance I might be able to fight the effects of it. Okay, the
chances of that were pretty slim considering my alcoholic grandfather was
twice my size and the d**g had him drooling all over himself.

I leaned over, reached through the bars and grabbed the cup. It was one
of those plastic cups you get from fast food joints and I was easily able
to pull it through the bars. I brought it to my lips and took a few big
swallows. While it was pretty watered down, I could still make out the
chalky and alcoholic flavor in the background.

"All of it," he said when I went to put the drink down.

I felt like protesting. The cup easily held twice what Bob had drunk. I
had not done enough tests to know what an overdose of the d**g might do.
Considering the stuff I knew was in it, at the very least I would probably
end up addicted to the shit if he made me drink this much every day.

Less than 15 minutes passed before I started feeling the affects. I
would be lying if I said I disliked the euphoric feeling it gave me. But
that was my main concern. After a night of this I knew I would be
willingly drinking the crap from now on. My guess is that he planned to
get me hooked on the shit then deny it to me unless I gave mom's location
to him.

He tried asking me again while I was d**gged up but I'm certain he knew
already that it would do no good. The d**g didn't work like a truth serum;
all it did was fog up your mind. It was pretty odd how it worked. If you
asked a slave a question the fog would clear just enough for them to
answer, but it also cleared just enough for them to make sure the answer
was one they wished to give. In other words, they were perfectly capable
of lying... just like I currently was.

I had planned to fabricate something in order to help ensure he would
have to turn me into the cops in order to get his sister back. However,
when he asked me about mom I just couldn't remember what I had planned to
say. I could just barely remember I even had a plan. Instead, I just told
him that I refused to say where she was.

While I'd seen the d**g used on others, I had never experienced it for
myself until now. It was a very odd feeling; especially when it came to
tracking time. I seemed to be aware of almost every second that passed,
yet at the same time it seemed to just fly by. I'm guessing that it must
have been because my brain wasn't really processing anything other than the
few times he came back into the basement to ask about mom.

This went on for at least 7 days. It was hard to tell for sure though
since he stopped asking about mom on the second day. After that, all the
time seemed to just scrunch together. I remembered the food and drink
bowls being placed in and removed at least 14 times. Assuming we were fed
twice a day that would mean a week. Though, if he was only feeding us once
a day then we are talking two weeks... that's how out of it we were.

He also started taking us out of the cage to use the bathroom. These
little trips were very frustrating. As I would crawl from the cage to the
bathroom I remembered fighting to clear my mind each time. However, by the
time I would formulate any kind of escape plan I would find myself back in
the cage already. Then, I would slowly feel my brain sinking back into the
fog.

It wasn't until after the 15 or 16th meal that I finally discovered what
Jay's plan was. It was on this day that my mind poked out from the fog due
to the sounds of a belt making contact with flesh. I glanced up to see Jay
a few feet away swinging the belt downward repeatedly. I could hear my
grandfather grunting and guessed that the torture had finally begun.

I managed to bring my gaze down to what Jay was swinging at. Sure
enough, it was against Bob's back and ass.

"Suck it!" I heard Jay yell as he swung he belt.

It wasn't until I heard this that I came even further out of the fog. I
don't know why but for a moment I looked around for something to suck.
Even in my dazed state I knew it was just the natural effects of the d**g.
While it didn't make you tell the truth, it most definitely made you
susceptible to suggestion. Luckily, however, there wasn't anything near
for me to suck or I might have actually done it.

However, a second later I felt something warm around the head of my
dick. I looked down in both horror and disgust to see Bob trying to work my
dick into his mouth. Bob looked just as concerned and confused as I was,
but he still tried his best to obey his orders. I'm sure the belt added
even more persuasion.

As Bob worked at my cock I realized we were not currently in our cage. I
focused hard and then tried to spring into action. However, my attempt at
escape was quickly halted when I discovered my hands were cuffed behind my
back. The cuffs also seemed to be chained or tied down to something
because I couldn't budge upward even an inch.

With escape no longer an option I tried to will my mind back into the
embrace of the fog so I could escape this current indignity. I just
couldn't pull it off though. My mind just kept focusing on the present.
What made things worse was that despite how disgusted my mind was with the
current activities, my body seemed to be gathering pleasure from it.
Especially when Bob started struggling to get my dick to enter his throat.

The gagging and choking sounds he made were repulsive, yet my dick
seemed to get even harder. Jay kept raining the belt down on him for over
20 minutes as Bob continued to struggle with my dick.

"Cum down his fucking throat," Jay ordered.

A few seconds later I could hear him choking even harder as my body
obeyed the command and unloaded Bob's dinner for that night. I felt both
embarrassed and ashamed as I came down from the bliss of my climax.

"The fucking ****** is trying to train us," I finally realized just
before sinking back into the fog.

2.

Eating requires a certain degree of awareness, however, I think I
remember the meals mainly because the d**g was weakest in our systems just
before eating. We were very far from being lucid but it seemed to require
a lot less stimuli to bring us out of the fog.

As Jay brought in our breakfast I couldn't help but think about the
night prior. I remember thinking last night how lucky I was that Jay
seemed to be more concerned about punishing his father than getting even
with me. He knew I was the one that arranged the pairing of the two. Jay
was a slave by nature and Bob, while inexperienced, was a master. All I
did was play the role of a dating service and brought the two together.
Just because it didn't work out well between the two is hardly reason to
blame me.

All of that in mind, I still knew I would not be getting off the hook. I
still had information he needed and Uncle Jay planned to train me to the
point where I would willingly release that information.

In all the scenarios I had run over the months, I had run several that
involved me being trained like this. However, in none of them had I
planned to be d**gged. I always assumed it would be Grandpa or Vee that
tried to train me. Even if they found out about the d**g I knew those two
would never use it on me. Having me d**gged out and obedient all the time
would have taken all the fun out of it for them.

When Jay pushed the dog bowls into our cage, Bob and I both scurried
over to them. We both went for the water bowl first of course. It was a
very odd feeling each time we were fed like this. I still didn't want to
be d**gged but at the same time I couldn't help but crave drinking more of
it. I knew the shit was addictive, but I doubted it was this addictive. I
think it was more our need to escape from our confinement than it was an
addiction thing. Physical escape did not seem possible so we craved to
free our minds instead.

It wasn't until I reached the water bowl and reached out to scoop some
of it up that I realized my hands were confined. I think the actual name
is "fist mitts" but I just called them "mittens". I had a small pair of
these I used on Linda sometimes but the ones I was wearing belonged to Bob.
Well, I guess they belonged to Jay now. They were made of black leather
and fit over the hands similar to regular gloves, only these had no finger
slots. The space inside the gloves was small as well which meant your
hands were forced into a permanent fist as long as you had them on. There
was a small padlock on each wrist strap that ensured they stayed on until
the master decided otherwise.

For the life of me I could not remember Jay putting these on me last
night. Bob was wearing a similar pair and seemed to be as shocked as I
was. Mine were all scuffed and scratched up so I was pretty certain these
had been the ones used frequently on Jay. The ones Bob wore looked brand
new.

I tried to think which adult stores in the area might sell such a
thing... not that such information would really do me any good. I guess
it just gave my mind something to focus on to help keep me in the moment. I
hadn't been in any of the local adult stores of course but I did scout them
out. I thought it might be fun to some day send David inside one of them
and see how much money he could make. There were two such stores that
looked pretty "rough" from the outside; my guess is they probably sold
items like these mitts.

I don't know how long Bob and I sat there looking at the mitts. It
seemed like only 5 seconds but for all I know it could have been 5 minutes.
Getting our precious water was more important, however, and we both
realized what we needed to do and stuck our faces down to it to lick it up
like dogs. I felt ashamed to be so weak in regards to wanting the d**g. I
also felt pretty damned embarrassed to have my face so close to Bob's as we
fought over drinking rights. Jay cut our fight short however.

"No!" Jay yelled as he stuck his foot through the bars and used it to
shove me away from the bowl.

I looked up at him in confusion and then went back toward the bowl.

"I told you last night you wouldn't be getting your drink from the bowl
today," Jay laughed as he kicked me away again.

I felt like such a fucking pussy as I knelt there watching Bob drink all
the water. A couple tears dripped from my eyes even as I realized he was
getting all the water and I was being denied.

I tried to remember what Jay might have told me last night in regards to
the water but couldn't. In fact, as I shifted my mind back to the present
I was having trouble remembering what he had just said. Something about
drinking... damn, what was wrong with me?

The next thing I knew I was out of my cage and crawling across the
basement floor. It dawned on me that I didn't have anything binding me
except for the mitts. I tried to will my body to stand but nothing
happened. I was either too dizzy from the d**g or just too weak. So,
instead I veered off my current course toward the bathroom and crawled
toward the stairwell.

"I said the bathroom," Jay commanded.

The command was quickly followed by a swish and then loud slap. My mind
suddenly became crystal clear as the pain from the belt lit up my senses. I
knew it was a belt, yet thought for certain someone had just stuck a
hundred needles into my ass cheek. It was pain unlike any I had ever felt
before. I found it hard to believe that slaves like s*s and my uncles
could actually enjoy being whipped. I know I sure as hell didn't. But
then, they were submissives, I guess it was just in their nature.

During that brief moment I formulated a plan of escape. I would turn
and punch Jay in the nuts then follow that up with one to the chin when he
dropped to his knees. I would then run or crawl up the stairs, make my way
to the living room and then out the door; or window if necessary. Once
outside it would be just a matter of moments before someone came to my
rescue. The plan was so vivid in my head and I knew I could pull it off,
yet before I could act I found myself quickly under the grasp of the d**g
again.

As I bowed my head and slowly crawled to the bathroom I could feel my
tears running down my cheeks. As I crawled I was having trouble
remembering if I was crying because of the pain from the belt or my failure
to escape. By the time I actually reached the bathroom neither thoughts
were in my mind and I just simply wondered why I was crying.

I felt like a fucking sissy and did my best to stop my crying. I had
just managed to do so when I entered the bathroom and seen what was
prepared for me. Hanging from a rope tied to an eyebolt on the ceiling was
a large red enema bag. Of course, at the time it didn't fully register in
my head exactly what the item was. I just knew that deep down it was not
good and the tears started up again.

"Don't cry," Jay said in a mocking tone. "Its full of your special
water. Aren't you thirsty?"

Jay was already holding the enema nozzle in his right hand. Like an
idiot I tilted my head back and opened my mouth. As I looked at the enema
bag above me I actually felt a sort of joy. It was as though the bag was
some kind of bloated piñata that was about to rain sweet candies down on
me. That's how simple things were in my head while under the influence of
the d**g.

"This water goes into a different hole," Jay laughed when he seen me
open my mouth. "If you are a good boy then maybe I will let you drink the
possible backwash from the nozzle later."

My face turned red as I finally remembered what the enema bag was and
how it was used. I wanted the d**g but still shook my head back and forth
at the thought of how he planned to give it to me.

I expected him to rain the belt down on me again but the pain never
came. In fact, he seemed to actually enjoy the fact that I didn't want the
enema. He told me to get into position but I couldn't formulate what he
meant. He tried giving more detailed instructions but finally gave up and
just grabbed a hand full of my hair and maneuvered me around until he had
me kneeling with my face against the floor and my ass pointed up toward the
ceiling.

The enema nozzle was barely larger than my thumb but I still let out a
yelp as it was forced past my anal ring and shoved deep inside. As the
pain in my asshole started to subside I suddenly felt pain in my shoulders
and arms. Jay was pulling my hands behind my back. When I felt him let go
I tried to pull them back to my front but discovered the mitts I was
wearing had somehow been locked or tied together. It was rather
uncomfortable in this position with my hands tied behind my back.

I tried to use my stomach muscles to left my face and shoulders off the
floor a little but it wasn't any use. I was just too weak to do it. The
only bright side was that the pain seemed to be removing the fog from my
head. Or, at least I thought that was the bright side until my uncle
loosened the enema clamp and I felt the warm liquid shoot up my rectum.

The first few seconds were a bit of a shock but not actually that
unpleasant. However, the liquid seemed to quickly run out of space and I
could feel the pressure building up inside myself. When the cramps began I
actually found myself praying to God for the d**g to pull me back into the
abyss. The pain in my shoulders, neck and guts would not allow it though.
In fact, I seemed to be coming more lucid by the second.

"God..." I moaned as an even greater cramp punched at my gut.

"Don't let any of it spill out or you will be sorry," Jay said once he
realized I was fully aware of my surroundings.

I couldn't imagine there being any punishment worse than the pain I was
currently feeling. I was just smart enough not to test that theory though.
So, I did my best to fight against the natural urge to force the liquid out
of my bowels. I thought for sure I was about to loose that battle; but
then suddenly the pain seemed to subside. I groaned in defeat when I
realized the liquid had made it past whatever had been holding it back and
was now working it's way deeper into my bowels... much deeper.

While the constant pressure was still there, the cramps soon
disappeared. I felt utterly embarrassed as my ass sucked in all the liquid.
I would have sworn I could even hear the liquid rushing down the enema
tube. A good two minutes later there was the slightest slurping sound as
the last of the liquid left the enema bag and shot down the tube and into
my ass.

"Good boy," Jay said as he grabbed the nozzle and yanked it from my
asshole.

For an instant I thought I would loose control of my bowels but got them
under control again. It actually wasn't too bad now that the liquid was no
longer rushing into me like before. Tiny cramps still snuck up on me but
it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.

It seemed that my mind was starting to slip back into the fog now that
most of the pain was gone. As I slid further away I realized that it had
to be more than just the lack of pain. While I was still a bit lucid I
could somehow tell that I wasn't just slipping into my normal foggy state.
I was certain that this time I would be falling much deeper into the pit.
It was as though the fog had turned into quicksand and I was being pulled
under. It was pulling so much harder this time that I was scared shitless
that I might never be able to return.

Right before going under it dawned on me that the effect was much
stronger because the d**g was being administered via an enema instead of me
just drinking it. I even started to realize why this was the case, but
never quite got there. Instead, I lost my final grip and sank under the
sand.

I felt as though I had been under the sand for an eternity but it
couldn't have been more than 20 to 30 minutes. I was still in the
bathroom. The only thing that had changed was that I was being lifted and
placed on the toilet.

"Don't you dare let any of that out yet," Jay growled at me after giving
me a good slap across the face to make sure I was listening.

The urge to release the liquid was almost beyond measure.

"Please, I have too..." I mumbled.

"First you have to do something for me," Jay smiled as he stepped
forward.

It wasn't until then that I realize Uncle Jay was completely nude. I
would have sworn he had been wearing clothes when he first led me into the
bathroom. Had I actually been kneeling on the floor with liquid inside me
long enough for him to get undressed? Or, had I just imagined he had
clothes on earlier? Hell, for that matter, is it possible I was just
imagining he was currently naked?

That last thought disappeared when I felt the tip of his dick slide
across my cheek. The smell of his dick wasn't that strong but it still
repulsed me. I tried to turn my head but he ordered me to face forward and
for some reason I obeyed.

"No," I begged as I felt his dick slide against my face again.

I could almost feel my pores soaking up his precum as he smeared it
around on my face with his dick. I clinched my mouth shut when he finally
slid it that direction. He slid it back and forth across my lips.

"Settle down," I heard Jay command.

I knew it was the d**g but I still chastised myself when I felt my lips
relax. I still kept my mouth shut but didn't get my lips back under
control until he had already slid the tip of his dick under them and rubbed
his dick snot on my teeth.

"If you want to relieve yourself in the toilet then you are going to
have to help me relieve myself in your mouth," he said.

I started to cry again as I gave in and let my jaw go slack. I felt so
ashamed of my inability to refuse his order. Even in my d**gged state I
knew I still had the physical ability to refuse. I could just keep my
mouth shut tight and release my bowels. Yet, I just didn't have the mental
strength to hold out that refusal any longer.

I'm not sure why I was so surprised by my obedience. I knew from
watching my father's videos that the d**g had this affect on people. To
make matters worse, the formula I came up with was no doubt superior to the
one my father used. Unlike my father, I ran my formula past a doctor. Dr.
Mike Kelly is his name. Mike is one of the sickest fucks I've ever met.
You would have to read some of my prior memoirs to get a true feel for how
sick he actually is.

Mike actually scared the shit out of me. However, there were several
ingredients I had to get via him anyway, so I decided to have him double
check the formula. I was mainly looking for his assurance that long-term
use of the formula wouldn't kill a slave. He not only assured me it
wouldn't but recommended a few additional d**gs be added. They were all
things I had never heard of before. Don't ask me to spell them out here
either, I wouldn't be able to spell them even if I could remember the
names. They all seemed to have like 30 letters in them, only maybe 3 being
vowels.

I looked the d**gs up on the internet of course. A couple of them I
never actually figured out what they did. The best I could tell they just
help offset bad side effects of the other d**gs. Most of the others
appeared to be related to female hormones. But to be honest I still didn't
fully understand those d**gs either. But, Mike was a doctor so who was I
to question them?

Now, I kind of wish I had decided against using them. I've lost
complete track now, but Jay has been giving Bob and I this mixture for at
least 3 to 4 weeks now. I seemed to be getting emotional at the slightest
shit these days and I can't help but attribute that to Mike's contribution
to the formula.

Of course, there wasn't anything I could do about all of that now
anyway. All I seemed capable of at this moment was just sitting there and
crying as Uncle Jay slid his dick into my mouth. The disgust and
humiliation of my situation seemed to bring me even further out of the fog.
However, the fear of disobeying still somehow managed to trump everything
else.

Jay held the tip of his dick just inside my mouth for the longest time.
At first I thought he was trying to keep from cumming. However, it dawned
on me he was just ensuring I got a good tasted of his precum.

The flavor wasn't as bad as I had expected it to be. In fact, I really
didn't taste much at all. I knew it was there, however, because it seemed
to be a slightly different consistency than that of my saliva. It was that
consistency and the knowledge of what it was that really grossed me out.

As I sat there my mouth quickly filled up with the mixture of precum and
spit. Jay hadn't told me to swallow so I forced around his dick and out of
my mouth. The mixture ran down my chin and neck and then across my bare
chest. The feel of it as the air blew across the slime made me feel even
further soiled by his dick. It was still better than had I decided to
swallow instead.

Jay didn't agree, however. He seen the mixture running down my body and
got rather pissed. He pulled his dick free and the next thing I knew the
side of my face was stinging. The slap was so hard that I almost lost
control of my bowels.

"You never spit your master's juices out unless told otherwise," Jay
yelled.

There it was... "master". I knew Jay was training us and Jay knew he
was. Hell, I think even idiot Bob was aware of it. However, this was the
first time any kind of verbal confirmation had been given. I kick myself
for not taking Jay under my wing for a few months before turning him over
to Bob. The small slave refresher course would have probably prevented all
this shit.

He stuck his dick back in and it wasn't long before my mouth was filling
up again. I was about to force myself to swallow the crap when Jay decided
to feed more of his dick to me. He suddenly pushed the end of his dick to
the back of my mouth forcing most of his dick slime to shoot down my
throat. I was caught off guard and some of it went down the wrong pipe. It
hurt like hell as I tried coughing it back up. He seemed to enjoy the
feeling as I tried to cough around his dick.

I'd barely gotten my coughing under control when he decided it was time
to teach me how to deep throat. My uncle's dick is at least 8 inches long
and a good 1.75 inches thick, so I went straight from coughing to gagging.
While the gagging felt horrible, the worst part about it was that it
prevented me from trying to block out the fact that Uncle Jay was fucking
my throat.

"I'm deep throating my uncle's dick."

This sentence shot through my head over and over as Jay sawed his dick
back and forth. The gagging only made it harder to hold my bowels. It
wasn't long and my only prayer was that Jay would cum soon; anything to get
this ordeal over with.

Jay, however, didn't appear to be in any rush. Right when I could tell
he was getting near he would slow down in order to get his climax under
control. Then, a minute later, he would start jack hammering my throat
again.

I knew, and he knew, that he would go on torturing my throat all night
like this until I became an active participant and helped push him over the
edge. I held out as long as I could... I really did. However, the pain
in my throat and guts became too overwhelming. So, I did the only thing I
could do, I tried to help him climax. I was already swishing my tongue
around on the bottom of his dick before I even realized I had made the
decision. Even after I realized what I was doing I still couldn't believe
it.

Just weeks prior I would have rather choked to death on his dick than to
give the fucker any pleasure. However, the d**g could do a lot to a mind.
I guess deep down I thought I would somehow be immune to it. The
realization that I wasn't immune to the effects made me feel utterly
helpless.

I think it was my surrender, more than my oral talents that finally got
my uncle to climax. The fucker didn't even have the decency to pull out
and shoot it on my face or chest. When I felt his dick swell in my mouth I
hoped that he would at least shoot off deep in my throat so it would go
directly into my stomach. Instead, he pulled back until just the head was
inside my lips and filled my mouth with his cum.

The flavor was just as bitter and disgusting as I had expected. After
he finished he pulled his dick free of my mouth and slid the tip back and
forth across my face. I could feel my face getting coated with the last
few drops of his semen. I already felt like throwing up and this didn't
help any.

"I'm sure I don't have to tell you not to spit that out," Jay warned.
"Don't swallow it yet though. I want you to hold that in your mouth until
after you expel the enema. This way you get to know my flavor better."

I had to admit; my uncle seemed to have more balls than I gave him
credit for. He even sounded half way convincing as a master. Though, I
could still hear the ****** submissive in his voice. I probably would have
laughed at the thought of him trying to train me, but I was too busy at the
time crying.

I sat there staring up at him. I wanted to beg for permission to
release the enema but my mouth was full. He stood there staring right back
at me for almost a minute before he finally nodded. I swear I never felt
such relief in my entire life as the enema shot out my ass and into the
toilet bowel. So much was coming out that I felt almost as though I had
been turned inside out.

As the pain in my guts subsided, the d**g quickly started dragging me
back under. Unfortunately, Jay knew this would happen and ordered me to
swallow the cum before my mind became too fogged. I've never eaten a raw
egg before but my guess is that it probably felt a lot like swallowing my
uncle's cum. I doubt an egg would have tasted as bad though.

My stomach tried to reject the mixture but I managed to hold it down.
As my stomach settled down, so did my mind. I vaguely remember cleaning
up, but then everything seemed to glaze over as my mind finally went under
again.

3.

I woke the next morning and discovered a few things.

First, I noticed that my mind wasn't anywhere near as cloudy as in prior
weeks. My guess is that while the d**g was absorbed by the body faster and
in greater quantities via the enema, it also wore off a ton faster since I
had expelled most of it out afterward.

Another thing I noticed was that I was extremely hungry. This was
logical of course considering my entire bowels had been cleared the night
before.

The final thing I noticed was that Uncles David and Joey were
downstairs. They were still wearing their leg chains and were tethered to
an eyebolt that had been screwed into a nearby concrete wall. The bolt
looked like it would be a bitch to remove but I'm certain that the two
could manage it if they tried hard enough. I knew they were to chicken
shit to try though. Plus, I'm sure that unlike me they actually enjoyed
this treatment.

I stared at them for the longest time. My mind had been in such a fog
the last few weeks I couldn't determine for sure if I had seen them chained
to the wall in the past. After thinking about it for a while I decided
that they must have just been brought down during the night. I was certain
I would have noticed had they been there longer than that.

It didn't surprise me in the least that Jay had kept Uncle David chained
up. By now he probably has figured out what David did to his brother
Joseph. Hell, David is lucky he's even still alive. What did surprise me
was that Joey was still chained up also. Maybe Jay realized as I had that
Joey could really never be unchained. Uncle Joey has spent almost half his
life chained up now and I doubt he would ever be "normal" again. Hell, I
think the ****** would cry like a baby if you made him take the chain off.
It would be like asking you or I to remove one of our limbs. It wouldn't
matter if it could be done painlessly, we just wouldn't want to loose it.

I knew there were a lot more questions in regards to Joey's presence
downstairs, but I just couldn't get my head to focus enough to think them
up... let alone come up with answers.

I sat there for over an hour before I heard Uncle Jay walk down the
basement steps. I was still highly embarrassed by the prior night's
activities and couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye as he entered
the room. Instead, I blushed and looked down at the floor of the cage.

"How's my little cock sucker this morning?" Jay laughed when he seen my
blush.

This comment only served to embarrass me further. I felt like crying
but managed to hold back the tears. My reaction to his comment both
confused and concerned me. I was still slightly under the d**g but I knew
damn well that my face should be red with anger right now and not shame and
embarrassment. And I definitely shouldn't be feeling like crying like some
kind of fucking pussy.

It had to be the female hormone aspects of the d**g. It just had to be.
A dreadful thought suddenly occurred to me and I glanced at my chest to
make sure I wasn't growing breasts or something. I was relieved to see
that my chest looked perfectly normal. My nipples were hard for some
reason but other than that nothing looked abnormal.

I glanced over at Uncle David and Joey and seen that Jay's entrance had
awoken them. They seemed to be staring back and forth from me to Jay. It
further embarrassed me that they were hearing about what I had done to Jay
the night before. I'm not sure why it bothered me so much though, I never
gave a shit what they thought before. Yet, knowing they would be down
there witnessing everything somehow did bother me.

While I was thinking about all of this Uncle Jay was going about his
daily chores. He prepped our dog bowls but left them across the room. I
got a very bad feeling which was soon confirmed when he went into the
bathroom and then returned dragging a garden hose behind him. He bathed us
several times before with this hose and I wasn't looking forward to it yet
again.

I clinched my teeth shut when he reached our cage and pointed the nozzle
at us. A second later I felt a thousand tiny needles poking at me as the
ice cold water splashed over our bodies. Fuck was that water cold.

I wasn't sure what month it was but winter was either here or very
close. The basement had been getting colder by the day. There were heating
vents leading to the basement but Jay had ensured they were all closed. I
doubt it was even 60 degrees down there. It felt like 30 though with steel
bars and floor of the cage touching your body all the time. With the cold
water on you, however, it felt like fucking 50 below.

After giving Bob and I a good hose down he pointed it at my uncles and
did the same to them. After Jay walked away, my uncles huddled together
for warmth and so did Bob and I. I know it sounds faggy but there was
nothing sexual about it. We were so cold we would probably jump into a
bucket of dog shit if it was nice and warm.

Even sharing heat you could still hear our teeth clattering as we
trembled. The worst part was that we, or at least Bob and I, knew it would
be another hour or two before we finally dried off. By then our muscles
would be worn out from the constant trembling.

"Where is the farm located?" Jay asked as he walked back into the room
carrying a towel.

It shocked me that he knew Beth was being kept on a farm. Had he
managed to get me to talk? I didn't remember telling him anything. I
prayed that he had just gathered this information from my uncles. They
seen all the videos so they certainly could give at least that much
information to Jay.

I looked up at Jay for a moment after he asked the question. He just
stood there swinging the towel back and forth in his hand. It was clear he
was offering the towel's warmth in exchange for the information. Truth be
told, if I thought he would actually let me go after I told him then I
probably would have gladly traded the information for that fucking towel.

"Okay," he said when it was clear I wasn't going to tell. He then
tossed the towel onto the floor across the room.

Bob and I broke our embrace when Jay brought over our food and water.

"None for you," Jay said as he kicked me away from the bowls.

I almost went back to the bowl anyway but knew it was best not to
disobey. I was pleased when he went back across the room and returned with
a separate food bowl for me. Sharing the same bowl with Bob was not only
disgusting but often very messy. I wasn't so pleased, however, when he put
it down in front of me and I seen it was full of dog food.

He had put dry dog food in the bowl and poured water over the top. It
looked and smelled disgusting. I backed away from it and Jay just laughed
and went to fetch the dog bowls for Uncles David and Joey.

I couldn't help but shiver and cry in the corner of my cage as I sat
there watching my fellow captives eating their gourmet meals. Their food
looked more like table scraps than actual "dishes" but it was still 100
times better than fucking dog food.

I hoped Jay would go upstairs so I could snatch some of Bob's food.
However, after 5 minutes Jay collected not only Bob's bowl but David and
Joseph's as well. He left my bowl but he knew as well as I did that there
was no way I was going to eat it.

He fumbled around the basement for a while and then went upstairs. Bob
and I were already snuggling together again before he left. David and Joey
were holding each other also, but they had decided to use different means
to keep warm. David spooned up behind his brother and slid his dick up his
asshole.

It was a bit of a turn off watching the two ******s go at it. However,
I have to admit that they did look much warmer. I groaned in disgust when
I felt Bob's dick get hard against my side. I pushed myself away from him
when I felt his mitted hand playing with my dick.

"I would rather freeze to death," I chastised him.

Bob is the type that would probably punch your lights out if you called
him gay. I think he even thinks he is actually straight. But the truth is
he is as gay as they come. My understanding is that he never once fucked
his daughter, Karen, when she was young. Yet he had his dick up Jay every
chance he could. Hell, just now he had gotten a chubby watching his sons
fuck each other and that was in spite of how fucking cold we were.

Bob gave me this apologetic look and then slowly crawled back over to me
and cuddled up again. I felt like stressing my anger by kicking him away,
but it was too damned cold so I accepted his warm embrace. I still made
sure, however, that his dick didn't touch me any more than necessary.

The bad part about freezing like this was that it made it impossible to
let your mind slip fully back into the d**gged fog. While the fog made
time pass like a shooting bullet, the cold slowed it down to molasses. It
had to be one of the worst punishments possible.

The bad part about the cold was also the good part. While a part of
your brain was still in the fog, the cold pushed you out just enough that
you could think and reason a little bit. It still took you more than 10
times longer to come up with answers to your questions but at least you
were capable of computing things at least. Unfortunately, I only had one
question and it was one in which there seemed to be no answer. That
question of course was "How the hell do I get out of this mess?"

We were still partly wet and shivering an hour later when Jay came into
the basement again. David and Joey had switched off at least 3 times now
and were still going at it when Jay walked into the room.

Uncle Jay didn't say anything when he seen them. I expected him to be
either angry or happy about the two's activities. However, he looked more
concerned than anything. He looked as though he wanted his brothers back,
or at least Joey, but was scared they had progressed too far. Of course,
if that was his goal then chaining them next to each other wasn't the
brightest idea. Who knows, maybe he had given up hope for them already. I
just prayed he didn't give up hope on his sister, Karen. Once that
happened I knew my life would probably be forfeit.

"I see you still think you are too good to eat the food I provided you,"
Jay growled when he reached our cage. "Let's see if we can correct that."

My eyes lit up in excitement for a moment when I seen Jay open our cage.
Even with our hands in the mits Bob and I had a good chance of overtaking
Jay. My excitement was short lived though. When I moved away from him in
order to prepare for my lunge, Bob just plopped over on the floor of the
cage and curled into the fetal position to help stay warm. I had forgotten
that he had just drank another full dose of the d**g.

Bob was still suffering from the cold but was too far out of it to help
in our escape. Without his help I didn't have a chance. I was pretty
strong before being captured but even then Jay probably could have beat me
in a fight. Add the mits and several weeks of d**gs and limited activity
to the equation and the outcome was far from being in my favor.

Jay snapped his fingers and I reluctantly crawled to the cage door and
then out. For a moment I thought about making a break for it anyway. The
odds of actually getting free were so slim that I decided it best not to
try. All I would do is piss him off. By staying compliant I figured it
might help catch him off guard down the road when a better opportunity
arose.

I groaned when we entered the bathroom and I seen the enema bag prepped
for me. I hesitated for only a moment before I crawled over to where I
knew he wanted me and brought my face to the ground and arched my ass up as
high as I could. It was humiliating but at least I was doing it on my own
and not having to do it via his orders. I wouldn't give him the pleasure
of making me do it. It was the closest thing to defiance I could get
without being punished. Not that an enema isn't punishment in itself.

"Good girl," Jay said to me.

While I felt both embarrassed and angry at being called a girl, the
degree of the emotions seemed to be completely skewed. I knew I should
have been at least 90 percent angry and only 10 percent embarrassed but in
actuality it seemed to be the complete opposite. I prayed that this was
the hormones in the d**g causing this. If it wasn't then that only meant I
was getting closer to breaking.

God, how could I even be contemplating the idea that I might be
breaking? I'd hardly received any training yet. To be even considering
breaking already was a sign that I wouldn't last long once the real
training started. As a dominate, the thought of being trained was awful.
However, the thought of actually breaking was horrifying.

"Oh!" I let out when Jay suddenly jammed the enema nozzle up my ass in
one quick thrust.

I heard the click of the hose clamp and a second later I felt the water
shoot into my guts. I was both surprised and pleased to feel that the
water was actually pretty warm. The only time I had seen Jay enter the
bathroom had been over an hour ago. He must have used steaming hot water
for it to have stayed warm this long. Of course, I was so fucking cold
that ice water probably would have felt like room temperature.

I was still pretty empty from the night before and it didn't take long
for the water to drain into me. The cramps were considerably less as well.
I started to get up when the nozzle was removed but Jay kicked me in the
back of the head and told me to stay down.

I began to cry as the d**g took hold again. I wasn't even sure why I
was crying; the d**g actually made life in the cage much easier. I guess I
was crying because in a way the d**g was a cage in itself. As long as I
was in its grasp I had no hopes of escape.

As I knelt there with my ass high above me, I could feel the liquid
working it's way even deeper inside me. It seemed to be going much deeper
than the prior night. It wasn't long and I swear it felt like it was
actually filling into my stomach. I'm not even sure it is possible for
that to happen but it certainly felt like it. It made me feel kind of
nauseous.

Thankfully, the Nausea wasn't that bad. If the liquid actually was
leaking into my stomach then who knows what would have come out of my mouth
if I threw up. God, I think I would have lost my mind had I thrown up my
own shit. I kept telling myself that it wasn't possible for the liquid to
make its way back into my stomach. I actually remembered reading something
about it but for the life of me I couldn't remember if what I was telling
myself was true or not. For my own sanity, however, I tried hard to
convince myself.

A loud clank suddenly grabbed my attention. I jerked but held my
position. The noise had come from my right and slightly behind me. A
second later there was a scr****g noise as the object was pushed across the
floor and toward my head.

I figured out what it was from the smell before it came into sight. It
was my dog bowl.

"You can use the toilet once you finish your dinner," Jay growled.

The smell, combined with the thought of eating it, almost made me throw
up. I raised my head just high enough that he could push the bowl under my
head. The smell got much stronger so I rose up even further.

"Get your fucking face back down there!"

Uncle Jay's command was followed by a loud thunder as he brought a belt
down hard on my ass. I let out a yelp and convulsed for several seconds.
The convulsions were part from the pain but mostly from my efforts to keep
from releasing the enema. I had no idea what Jay would do if I shit all
over the bathroom floor but I knew what I would do to a slave that did that
and it wouldn't be pretty.

I had barely gotten my guts under control when another slap of thunder
echoed off the bathroom walls. This time while I was convulsing I had just
enough awareness to bring my face back down to the bowl. I kept my mouth
over an inch above it though.

"I'll stop when the bowl is empty," Jay said as he rained down another
blow with the belt.

I wanted to try to negotiate with him. I wanted to tell him I would
gladly eat it if he would stop hitting me with the belt and let me release
the enema first. Without the cramps or the pain from the belt I knew my
mind would move into the fog. Once that happened I probably wouldn't even
remember eating the dog food let alone what it tasted like. I didn't
bother though. I knew he wouldn't agree and no matter how I asked it would
sound like begging.

"Please," I groaned as yet another flash of pain shot through my body
from the belt.

I chastised myself for saying it. I didn't want to give him the
pleasure of hearing me beg. It just somehow came out on its own. I
started to cry even harder as I realized the belt was too powerful for me
to fight.

Two more swings with the belt and I was chanting, "Please stop" like the
belt was some kind of God that would actually listen to my prayers. It
didn't listen of course and just kept releasing its wrath onto my ass
cheeks. Even before I realized I had given up resistance, I felt my first
swallow of the dog food make its way to my stomach.

The taste was not good, but it also wasn't as bad as I had expected.
Still, the thought of what it was made me want to throw up. The pain from
the belt was much greater than the need to throw up, so I just kept gorging
myself on the muck until I had gotten most of it out of the bowl.

I must have taken a good 50 hits with the belt before Jay was satisfied.
Without the use of my hands it was almost impossible to get it all. Plus,
my face was almost completely smeared with the stuff by the time he gave me
permission to get up and use the toilet. I barely got my ass on the toilet
seat in time.

As the cramps and pain in my ass cheeks subsided, my mind started to
float away again. I was on my hands and knees in the shower when I was
suddenly brought back out of the fog. The bathroom in the basement had one
of those small cubical type showers. Uncle Jay had apparently made me
crawl into it and then turned the cold water on.

"We have to get you cleaned up for your boyfriend," Jay laughed as I
cowered in the corner trying to hide from the freezing water.

I didn't know what he was talking about and didn't really care at the
moment. I just wanted that fucking water turned off. He made sure I was
pretty clean before he finally did turn it off. As I huddled there
shivering and crying I wished I had actually tried to escape earlier. It
would probably be another 24 hours now before my mind was clear enough
again to plan another escape.

"Back to your cage," Jay commanded as he brought the belt down across my
shoulder and back.

I screamed in pain but managed to start crawling. He kept raining blows
down on my back and ass as I went. By the time I reached the cage I was in
a full gallop. I was surprised to see the cage door open already. I
didn't stop to question it though, once in the cage I knew it would be
harder for him to whip me.

When I entered the cage I seen Bob at the back end. I was about to yell
at him for not escaping when he had the chance, but then noticed Jay had
cuffed Bob's hands together through the bars of the cage. After the cage
door was secured, Uncle Jay went around it and removed Bob's cuffs. It
wasn't until then that I realized that Bob was no longer wearing mitts on
his hands. I started to get a very bad feeling.

"You're going to be your grandpa's new bitch," Jay laughed when he seen
the expression on my face.

"Fuck you."

Yeah, I didn't really say that. But I was definitely thinking it. I
was also thinking what a pussy I was for not having the balls to say it.

"I've cut back his dosage big time," Jay informed me. "His last dosage
is probably half worn off already. In another hour or so he will be pretty
much his old loveable self. Dad and I have come to a little arrangement
too. Once I get what I need from you I'm not only going to let him go but
he gets to keep you as his little pet."

I wasn't so sure I believed my uncle. He managed to escape from Bob so
he must know I'm capable of it. Unless of course he plans to keep me
d**gged forever. I found that unlikely though. It would become too costly
for the two. I would only require a couple teaspoons of the d**g a day to
keep me under, but the components were anything but cheap. Without my
medical contact it would probably cost them an average of $20 to $30 a day.
That may not sound like much but for Bob it would be. Hell, they guy was
practically living in the streets when I found him. I also doubted Jay
could afford to provide Bob with shelter, food, bear and then the d**g for
me on top of all of that.

It didn't matter if I believed Jay or not though. What mattered was
whether Bob did. The look in Bob's eyes, coupled with his hard dick, told
me he did believe his son. I turned to beg Jay, only to find he was no
longer there. I then heard the basement door shut and lock.

It pissed me off that Uncle Jay hadn't even asked again about Karen's
location. He didn't want to give me the opportunity to give in until after
Bob had at least a night with me. I wouldn't have told him anyway, but he
didn't know that for sure.

I expected Bob to attack me right away. However, he just sat at the far
end of the cage and watched me while he played with his dick. I was
freezing my ass off but Bob had since dried and looked halfway comfortable.
At first I thought he was just waiting for me to dry off so he wouldn't get
wet again. However, I then realized that he was just waiting for the d**gs
in his system to finally wear off. He was also probably waiting for my
shivering to wear down my body. In an hour he would be much stronger and I
would be much weaker.

"You don't believe him do you?" I said. "He isn't going to let either
of us go if I talk. He will either keep us in this cage or kill us."

That is the gist of what I said anyway. Even with the shivering the
d**g in enema form is pretty damn strong and was making it hard for me to
talk coherently. Bob just gave me an evil grin and continued to toy with
his dick. As I sat there trying to work out some kind of defense in my
head I realized I was wasting my breath trying to reason with Bob.

The best I could see, there were only three possibilities:

1) Bob actually believed his son. If this was the case then I was
fucked. 2) 3) Bob was just pretending to believe his son in order to set
up some kind of escape. If so then I was fucked because he would have to
make it look convincing. 4) 5) Bob didn't believe his son and had given up
hope of escape. If this was the case then he had nothing to loose by
having his way with me. Best case, Jay is telling the truth and he goes
free. Worst case, I eventually break and we both die... but at least he
would get a last few fucks in before hand. 6) Yeah, there are technically
other possibilities and other ways someone might respond to the above
three. However, we were talking about Bob here. The guy thought with his
dick. Regardless of the number of possible approaches to this situation,
he was going to take one that gets his dick wet.

"What I believe is that you should be worrying about loosening your
asshole up," Bob replied. "If you are a good boy I'll even help you out a
little with my fingers first."

I blushed and started crying harder. I could sense my uncles watching
me from the sidelines but could not bring myself to look their direction to
verify it. I knew I should attack Bob now before he got to full strength,
but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Whether I fought now or later I
was no match for him. He had the size advantage plus the free use of his
hands now.

I continued to cry and blushed further as I slowly crawled to his side
of the cage. He had his hand on my ass the second it got into reach. He
was anything but gentle and roughly shoved a finger up my ass. The sudden
intrusion caused me to shoot forward until my head ran into his chest.

It was an unnatural position but I didn't want to turn my ass toward him
too much. He was so rough that I just knew he would shove his finger up my
ass even further if I gave him the right angle. In addition, my current
angle also gave me the chance to bring him off with my hand instead.

My hands were still forced into a fist by the mitt, but I managed to use
my right fist to pin his dick against his belly. I then slid my hand up
and down his slimy dick. Like his son, Jay, Bob had a pretty big dick. It
had to be a good 8 to 9 inches long and almost 2 inches thick. Maybe Jay
was right earlier when he called me a girl. I know I certainly felt like
one as I sat there trying to give Bob a good hand job.

My asshole must have been loosening up a little because the pain from
Bob's finger started to subside. As the pain went away I felt myself
starting to be pulled back into the fog by the d**g. I prayed that I would
get sucked under and not resurface until morning after all of this was
over.

I was not so lucky. I was just starting to feel myself slip away when
Bob pushed a second finger up my asshole. The pain was more than twice as
bad as just one finger and my mind shot back to the present. I didn't have
long to think about it, however, because Bob used his other hand to push my
head down toward his dick.

Bob refused to remove his other hand from my ass and I was forced to
shuffle to his side so he could finger me and get his blowjob at the same
time.

I still had a tiny bit of resistance left in me but sucking on Bob's
dick was still a better option than being fucked by it. So, I let my head
be lowered. As I bent down I had to move my right hand to the floor to
help support myself. When I did this Bob's dick sprang up from his stomach
and slapped lightly against my cheek. I pulled back an inch and let his
dick reach my lips.

I let my lips open, but when his flavor hit my taste buds I changed my
mind about the whole cock-sucking thing and tried to pull away. Bob's hand
was behind my head and I didn't make it but an inch off his dick before he
stopped me. I fought against his grip for only a moment before I gave in
and lowered my mouth to his dick again. Again, I chastised myself for
giving in so easy. Just because I couldn't win didn't mean I shouldn't
fight. I knew this yet I still gave in easily.

What was done was done, so I tried to use the situation to my benefit
the best I could. I opened my mouth wide and let his nasty dick slide
inside. I was surprised to find that his dick tasted almost exactly like
Jay's. I hadn't ever really thought about it much in the past but for some
reason I had assumed all dicks tasted different. I guess it made sense
that they might taste the same.

I sucked off a dick just the night before and hoped that the flavor
wouldn't bother me as much this time; I was wrong. It tasted just as bad
and disgusted me just as much. But, I had to do what I had to do... my
ass was literally on the line here.

I got more than half his dick in my mouth before I started gagging on
it. I stopped my downward motion and slid back up his dick until just the
head was in my mouth. I then let it slide back in about half way. I felt
like such a fag as I fucked his dick with my mouth. On the bright side,
all the blushing from embarrassment was starting to warm me up.

My neck muscles were getting sore and tired but I kept fucking my mouth
up and down his dick. It felt like an hour but my best guess is that this
only lasted about 15 minutes before he decided he wanted more. Fresh tears
came to my eyes when I felt the pressure from his hand increase at the back
of my head.

Again, I didn't know why I was surprised. My mind might be half glazed
over but I still knew he would want to throat fuck me. Hell, deep down I
actually wanted him to do it. This would increase the chance he would use
just my mouth and not my asshole.

Knowing what he wanted, I tried my best to force his dick into my
throat. The act went against all my natural instincts though. I just
couldn't force myself to willingly do it. Bob didn't seem to mind though.
He just kept pushing at the back of my head until his dick finally popped
down my throat.

Bob didn't stop pushing until my nose touched his balls. He held me
like that for almost a minute before he loosened his grip. I backed off
his dick as fast as I can. He stopped me when I reached the head of his
dick again. I sat there coughing and drooling around the head of his dick
as I struggled to catch my breath.

I only got in a few good breaths before he pushed hard at the back of my
head again. He pushed much harder this time and his dick was buried down
my throat before I even had time to think about resisting.

As he held my face buried on his dick he started worming another finger
up my asshole. I tried to scream around his dick when his third finger
managed to pop inside. Other than slaves licking and tonguing it, my
asshole was 100 percent virgin. What Bob was doing to it was nothing but
torture. Bob got off on torturing others though. I was ******* and he was
shoving 3 fingers up my ass for fucks sake.

Once his third finger was inside he let up on my head. Like before, I
pulled my head up and tried to catch my breath. And just like before, he
only let me take in a few breaths before pushing my head back down. This
time, however, he let up right away. I pulled away only to be shoved right
back down once I reached the point I could take a breath.

"He's fucking my throat!"

Even as I thought this I still couldn't believe what was happening. I
almost passed out before I finally managed to time my breathing right. The
problem I originally had was that I was trying to breath out and then in on
each thrust. However, there just wasn't enough time. I finally realized
the only way I would live was to breath out on one thrust and then in on
the next. This way I got at least a half lung full of air and not just a
partial one each time.

While my throat suffered this indignity Bob continued to **** my asshole
with his fingers. God, why hadn't I fought earlier when I could? I was so
mentally and physically tired now that I couldn't fight back even if I
wanted too.

"You remind me a lot of my son," Bob laughed. "He didn't like sucking
my dick at your age either. Don't worry though, you will get used to it."

God, wasn't I going through enough already? He was fucking my throat
with his dick and my ass with his fingers. On top of that, my wet body was
still cold and I was having trouble holding the dog food in my belly. And
now I had to listen to this shit?

Bob kept a steady rhythm like this for what seemed an eternity. I
started to get upset, however, when he finally slowed down. I was hoping
he would actually speed up and then cum in my throat and get it over with.
I got a bit confused when he stopped completely. He just held the head of
his dick inside my mouth. I tried to lower my mouth on it again but he
grabbed a hand full of my hair and held me back.

I kept swiveling my tongue around the head of his dick in order to
excite him into fucking my throat again. I did this for over a minute
before he finally pushed my head back down on his dick. My hopes were
dashed, however, when he didn't start fucking me again. Instead, he just
held it deep in my throat.

Five seconds went by, then ten, then thirty. I thought he was going to
try to kill me like this when suddenly I felt him start to cum. Or at
least at first I thought he was cumming. The cum didn't stop though like
it should have. It was also coming out much too fast.

"Oh, God! Why?" I thought when I realized he was pissing.

I was helpless to do anything but just sit there and accept his piss. I
couldn't taste any of it but I could feel it collecting in my stomach and
mixing with all the dog food. No matter what happened from this point on I
just knew I would never be the same again.

It felt like he was pissing a gallon down my throat but the stream
stopped only 30 seconds after it started. In that amount of time I doubt
he could have deposited more than 2 cups at most. It didn't matter to my
stomach though. As far as it was concerned one drop was too much.

When he finally let go of me I pulled my head off his dick as fast as I
could and crawled to the other side of the cage. I grunted as I went
beyond his reach and his fingers popped out of my sore asshole.

He just sat there stroking his dick and watching me cough. I think he
only let me out of his grasp because he assumed I would throw up and didn't
want to get any of it on himself. I actually did almost throw up. Every
instinct I had told me to expel the mixture from my body. However, puking
all over the floor, whether inside or outside the cage, would meet with
severe punishment from Jay, I just knew it. I knew neither my father nor I
would put up with that kind of behavior from a slave; I doubted Jay would
either.

"What are you waiting for," Bob said after I got my stomach under
control. "You didn't think we were done did you?"

I started crying again as I crawled back over to him.

"Other end," Bob commanded when I started to bring my mouth to his dick.

"Please don't f..."

I didn't get the chance to finish my begging before he slapped me hard
across the face. It caught me off guard and I fell backward. Bob started
toward me so I rolled over real fast and tried to crawl away. Don't ask me
where I was planning to go.

I didn't even make it to the other end of the cage though before Bob had
me in his grasp again. He slid his arm under my waist and yanked me back
toward him. I tried to let my body drop to the floor to escape him but he
easily held my ass high in the air.

For some reason my d**gged and frightened mind thought I would be safe
if I could just get to the other end of the cage. I continued to try to
scurry across the cage floor but my legs were not strong enough and my
mitted hands couldn't get any traction.

"Save all that energy for after I get my dick up you," Bob laughed from
behind me.

My mind already knew it was hopeless and a minute later my body finally
agreed. I continued to sob as I let my tired arms collapse under me. My
left hand ended up out in front of me and my right one under my head with
my forehead resting on my arm. I slid my right arm down a couple inches so
it rested under my eyes. I then pressed my eyes hard against my forearm
and welcomed the darkness. My escape from reality only lasted a moment
though.

"No!" I raised my head and shouted as Bob shoved the tip of his dick
into my asshole.

I started struggling again as he continued to feed me more of his dick.
My struggles, however, didn't seem to do much but entertain him. He got
his dick just over half way up my ass before he bumped into something.

It took my mind a moment to realize this was where my intestines
probably angled off. I knew from fucking mom and s*s' ass that it was
possible to get a dick past this point without causing damage. However, I
wasn't sure that was possible without extensive training like they had
received. Every time Bob pushed against it I felt like someone was
punching me in the gut.

"There are two ways your first fuck can go," Bob informed me. "The
first way is for me to just kneel here while you fuck yourself back and
forth on the 6 inches you have up your ass right now. The second way is
for me to do all the work. However, if I have to do all the work then you
can bet I'm not going to be happy until I hear your ass cheeks slapping
against my pelvis."

I was already starting to hump back and forth on his dick before he
could even finish his sentence. It hurt like hell but I didn't want his
dick any deeper inside me. I was certain he would kill me if he shoved it
all up my ass. Though, at the moment I actually wished I were dead.

As I humped back and forth on his dick the burning pain in my ass was
nothing like you could imagine. Or at least it was like nothing I had ever
imagined. It would get so bad that I would try to slow down from time to
time. Whenever I did this, however, he would slap me hard on the ass a few
times to get me going again.

The entire time this was going on I was groaning and mumbling gibberish
pleas for mercy. I'm sure Bob didn't know what I was trying to say because
none of it even made sense to me. It was as though the pain had caused my
brain to overload and I was just firing off random neurons.

I seen motion to my right and glanced over to see David and Joey in the
same exact position as Bob and I. Joey was on the bottom and David was
humping him from behind. I knew from watching them that they often
switched off, however, I also noticed that the both of them seemed happiest
with David being the dominant one. They were both staring at me. I
blushed and turned my head away in shame.

Back and forth I went on Bob's dick before he finally grabbed my hips
again so he could speed up the pace. I was almost joyful when he started
pounding my ass faster. It was a sign that he was nearing his climax and
my torture would be over... at least for tonight.

As he hammered away at my ass I noticed that while the pain was still as
bad, there seemed to be spots just inside my ass that hurt more than
others. I guessed that these were small cuts and tears from taking
something so big inside my no longer virgin asshole. The best I could
tell, there were 3 to 4 spots. None of them seemed to be that big though
so hopefully no serious damage had been done.

"That's it, take that dick," Bob growled as he gripped my hips with
almost super human strength.

He was getting so carried away I was afraid he might drive his dick all
the way inside me. He kept his promise, however, and never did. He pumped
a few more times and then froze behind me with his dick half way up my ass.
I could feel his dick pulsing as he shot his load deep inside me.

He then pushed me away and I bumped my head against the cage bars. I
didn't even have time to rub the pain away and I felt Bob's hand on my head
again. He had a hand full of my hair and was guiding me. I knew what was
going to happen even before he got me turned around.

I was trying to determine if my body had any fight left in it when I
realized he already had his dick buried down my throat again. I knew my
ass was clean from the enema but it was still disgusting as he forced me to
clean his dick off.

This final act hurt me just as much mentally as the anal fuck had
physically. It was more than just a disgusting act, it was a symbol of his
dominance over me. A slave always cleans his or her master's dick
afterward. I doubt it was in writing anywhere; it was just something all
slaves and masters knew instinctively.

"You would rather freeze to death?" Bob laughed as he finally pulled his
dick out of my mouth.

I was so out of it I didn't know what he was referring too. I didn't
care either. I just wanted to crawl up and die. I slowly drifted off into
the fog as Bob slid into a spoon position behind me to keep warm.

4.

I didn't get that much rest that first day as Bob's slave. Bob took my
asshole once more before Jay showed up again. It was hard to judge time,
but I guessed it was nighttime and not morning since Jay didn't bring us
any food. All he did was walk in and toss a gag into our cage.

"If you know what's good for you then you will keep your bitch quiet,"
Jay warned Bob.

Jay then turned and went back upstairs. I couldn't fucking believe it.
I thought for sure he would put at least a temporary stop to the ass ****s
until I healed up. Instead, he was just making sure Bob could continue
without keeping the whole house up all night.

The gag was not one from my current collection of toys. This one was
shaped like a dildo with a baseball size rubber bulb at the back end of it.
The leather strap, which held it in place, connected to the gag about 7
inches up the shaft of the dildo; right below the rubber bulb. The dildo
portion, as well as the bulb, were hallow so they could be filled with
various, um, liquids.

I didn't have to look at the device but a second to know all these facts
about it. That is because I had seen one before. The d**g was mostly out
of my system already and I could clearly remember many videos where my
father used it on Jay. I'm certain the device was as horrible as it looked
or I doubt Jay would have thought to acquire one.

Bob and I were on the same side of the cage huddled together. We both
sat there staring at the gag for a moment. I'm sure Bob's slow mind was
still trying to figure out exactly what it was; or at least how it worked.
Any moron could tell those things but Bob wasn't just "any moron".

"What are you waiting for bitch?" Bob said once he was done staring at
it.

I cringed at my new name; being called a girl had been bad enough. As I
crawled over to the device I was trying to decide what I should do. My
mind was much clearer now but I couldn't decide for sure what the best
course of action might be. I was too exhausted to put up any kind of fight
so the only option I could see, other than obey, was to just kick the gag
through the bars and outside the cage.

As I continued toward it I did a cost analysis in my head. Would it
cost me more to obey or to disobey? I don't know why I bothered though,
when it came to a master's orders it always cost more to disobey.

I reached the gag and looked down at it. There was a liquid slowly
running out of the tip of it. I knew that once it was deep in my throat
the liquid would flow out a bit faster due to my throat muscles and such.
The flow didn't look like much but it was going to be a bitch to breath
with it constantly leaking down my throat.

From the pool of liquid below it, the gag appeared to contain a mixture
of cum and some other substance. I had to assume that the other substance
was either piss or water mixed with the d**g. I guess it could have been a
mix of all three too.

I stared down at it trying to figure out the best way to pick the thing
up with my confined hands. When I went to pick it up, however, Bob slapped
my ass hard with his palm.

"That's not how a bitch puts her gag on," Bob cursed.

I knew what he wanted and thought again about just kicking it out of the
cage. Finally, I surrendered and leaned down until my face was near the
tip of the dildo gag. I got my first taste of the liquid as I used my lips
and tongue to work the tip into my mouth. It was indeed a mixture of all
three items. The urine was pretty strong so my guess is he came into the
bulb, tossed a teaspoon of the enema d**g in it, then topped it off with
piss.

My face turned red with embarrassment as I analyzed the substance in
front of my uncles and grandfather. I tried to take my mind off them as I
continued to work the dildo portion of the gag into my mouth. After I got
an inch in my mouth I made the mistake of trying to suck the rest into my
mouth. Instead of the dildo sliding further in I only managed to suck a
tablespoon of the liquid out of the tip.

I gagged on the flavor as I forced myself to swallow it. I then went
back to working the gag into my mouth using my lips and tongue. After I
had 3 inches in I was able to bite it with my teeth and lift it off the
ground.

I angled my head back so I was staring up at the ceiling. I immediately
felt the liquid start to drain faster into my mouth. I didn't want to
taste any more of it than I had too so I loosened my teeth and let gravity
slide the dildo portion further into my mouth.

I knew I was far from having a trained throat, but after having deep
throated both Jay and Bob I assumed I could easily handle this slimmer,
shorter dildo. It actually did slide all the way in pretty easily.
However, my throat quickly revolted and try to force it back out.

I swung my head forward in order to help dislodge it from my throat but
it didn't come out. It was then that I realize Bob was right behind me and
was holding both ends of the gag's strap. I swung my mitted hands behind
my head the best I could in order to try to get him to loose his grip on
them. However, he was already half way through tying the two ends
together.

I let out a sickening gagging noise as he pulled the half-**** tight and
forced all 7 inches deep into my throat. I kept swinging but realized he
had already finished the **** and had backed away. I started rubbing my
mitted fists across the back of my head and at the side of my face in order
to try to snag the strap.

There was a metal clasp connected to the end of each of my mitts and on
one of the passes I almost got one of them to latch on to the strap. When
Bob seen that I might actually manage to remove the gag he pulled my hands
down and then behind my back. He then pulled them together and connected
the clasps. I knew the purpose of the clasps were to cuff my hands
together like this, but it still surprised me that Bob's weak mind had
figured it out. I'm sure you are saying, "Anyone with common sense could
figure that out." Well, thanks for making my point.

Until now, I hadn't been that concerned about the clasps. They were big
and looked strong but they looked to be just sewn in to the leather. I had
actually hoped Jay may one day use the clasps while I wasn't d**gged up,
thinking they would hold me. Then, when he was off guard I would just pull
real hard and rip free.

Well, apparently there was more to the clasps than met the eye. Not
only where they sewn to the ends of the mitts but apparently part of the
bottom was somehow connected to either a flexible piece of metal or plastic
that ran half way up the "sleeves". I had noticed the bulge and extra
stitching running up the arm but had assumed it was only decorative.

Bottom line, I didn't have even a small percent of the strength needed
to break loose of the clasps. I tumbled onto my side as I tried to rip
free of the clasps. When that didn't work I swiveled my hands around and
back and forth behind my back hoping I could somehow magically unhook them.

At this point my lungs were starting to burn from the lack of fresh
oxygen. I got into such a fright that I started to jerk and roll around on
the cage floor at random. During this process I also lost control of my
bladder and ended up covering half my body in piss. The entire time I
could hear Bob laughing in the background. He was speaking also but I was
too distracted to care.

I don't know if you have suffocated before, but let me tell you, it's
not that fucking pleasant. This was even worse because every time I tried
to suck in air I just got a squirt of piss and cum from the gag.

I was positive I was going to die. However, as my head started to spin
and the rest of my body gave up and went slack, my lungs managed to take in
a tiny squeak of air through my nose and then around the dildo. Of course,
once my body started to renew itself I started trying to suck the air in
faster and started the suffocation process all over again. I went to near
black out about 3 more times before I finally managed to find the right
balance.

The day had been a horribly painful and exhausting one. All I wanted to
do was get to sleep. I knew I could probably sleep with the gag in but not
with it constantly leaking. If I wanted to get to sleep faster I would
have to suck the liquid out of the gag first. It was a disgusting thought
but at this point I didn't really care.

I should have first pressed my face against the floor. This would have
compressed the large bulb and forced the liquid out the tip. Instead, I
was an idiot and worked my way into a kneeling position and tilted my head
back and started sucking like a calf on it's mother's tit. Don't get me
wrong, it worked just fine, however, I had forgotten about Bob.

"Oh, is my *********** girl thirsty?" Bob said in a mocking voice when
he seen me sucking at my gag.

Before I even had time to blush I felt Bob's arm around my waist and
pulling me backward. The distraction caused me to loose control of my
breathing again. I tried to struggle free but he easily controlled me like
I was some kind of large rag doll.

"Don't worry sugar, grandpa will feed you," Bob mocked again.

I came to rest in his lap with my head against his left shoulder. He
was kind of sitting up but leaning back a bit against the bars behind him.
I'm sure the position was semi comfortable for him but I was also certain
that if he took this posture too often he would probably end up with back
problems at his age... it would serve the fucker right.

He was kind of cradling the left side of my body with his arm, which was
snaked around such that his left hand ended up above the left hand side of
my chest where he was flicking and tweaking my left nipple. His right hand
was pretty free but he had decided to use it to play with my right nipple.

I made mom suck on my nipples once just to see what it might feel like.
It was okay but nothing special. I didn't see much point in it when mom
could be sucking my dick instead, so I never experimented any further with
it. This, however, felt considerably different.

"Fuck, it's the hormones," I thought to myself.

My nipples seemed to be hypersensitive. Every time he would run his
fingers over my nipples or pinch them it was like he was creating some kind
of static electricity. This electrical charge seemed to buzz around my
nipple, zigzag back and forth through my intestinal track and then somehow
arc across to my dick where it would kind of pulse.

I looked down my body in horror as I felt my dick start to get hard. I
felt so confused; how could I be getting aroused? Not only was this
situation revolting but I was utterly exhausted. It just wasn't possible.
Yet, right before my eyes I watched my dick get fully stiff and start to
jerk up and down.

"Maybe you really are a ***********," Bob laughed when he seen my dick
hard. "Only bitches get that horny when you toy with their nipples. I
must say though, that has got to be one of the largest clits I've ever seen
on a chick."

I did my best to ignore his comments and tried to focus on what I was
feeling. After thinking about it, I realized that the sensation shooting
from my nipples to my dick wasn't really pleasurable. Well, it was but at
the same time it wasn't. It wasn't painful though, just not what I
normally would categorize as pleasurable. It was like it was a whole new
kind of sensation. While it did serve to make my dick hard, at the same
time it made me kind of, well, antsy.

The longer grandpa played with my nipples the more antsy I became. It
was like my dick had filled up and the static electricity was now spilling
over to my legs and even shooting back up my body and into my arms. I felt
almost like I would explode if he didn't stop soon.

I started wiggling around in Bob's lap. I wasn't necessarily trying to
escape; the sensation just wouldn't let me sit still.

"I know that dance," Bob laughed. "My *********** wants something in
her pussy."

I shook my head back and forth several seconds to let him know that he
had misread my body language. But then I realized he knew damn well I
didn't want to get fucked. He was just playing head games with me.

He stopped playing with my nipples for a moment so he could position me
a hair higher and line his dick up with my asshole. I wasn't looking
forward to what was about to come but at least the sparks had stopped
sprouting from my nipples.

I actually felt pleased when I noticed my dick starting to deflate as
well. I knew my hard on had been involuntary but at least now I had
evidence to help convince myself of this. I went almost completely flaccid
when I felt the head of Bob's dick press hard against my anal ring. I
tried to let out a scream around the gag when Bob's dick finally popped
inside. No scream came out, just a loud groan.

My asshole was still slick inside from his prior deposit there, so Bob
had no problem getting half his dick in me. However, my asshole was so
sore from the day's activities that this insertion actually felt worse than
when he took my cherry.

I moaned in despair when Bob's hands returned to my nipples and started
toying with them again. Sure enough, my dick rose to full attention again.
I also started to feel antsy again. I held still as long as I could but
finally had to start moving around.

My knees were bent with the bottoms of my feet flat on the floor of the
cage. At first I just kept curling my toes and clinching my ass cheeks
over and over. However, as the sensation built up I started involuntarily
pushing up with my feet and arching my back. As you can imagine, all of
this brought great pleasure to Bob and great pain to me as I massaged his
dick with my asshole.

I doubt I was giving him enough stimulation to actually make him cum.
However, there was no doubt he was getting a kick out of it. He had his
head turned toward mine and was whispering "sweet nothings" in my ear. I
thought I was beyond caring but his comments made me blush.

While all this was going on Bob would occasionally move his right hand
to my face and squeeze the bulb on my dildo gag... or "baby bottle" which
is what he started referring to it in his comments. That was about the
only benefit of him playing with my nipples, it meant I knew in advance
whenever he was going to shoot more of the liquid down my throat. Had he
just kept his hand on the gag all the time then I'm sure I would have been
constantly caught off guard and gotten it down the wrong pipe.

I thought for sure that Bob would get bored or too anxious and start
fucking me. He didn't though. Instead he just kept playing with my
nipples and the "baby bottle". My body was now so overcharged with the
sensations from my nipples that I could hardly think straight.

My dick was leaking precum like a sieve and I could feel it pooling on
my stomach and running down my side to Bob's body below. I'm not sure if
this bother him or if he just wanted to torture me more, but once the "baby
bottle" was empty Bob unscrewed the bulb from it. He then took the bulb
and squeezed it in his fist and placed the opening against the head of my
dick.

There was a tiny farting sound from the juncture as Bob loosened his
fist and the bulb sucked at my dick. The hole was a good 1.5 inches wide
but the threads still hurt like hell as the head of my dick got sucked
inside. The bulb was still crunched up and sucking my dick but the head
was all that could squeeze inside. I'm guessing it was just because it was
softer than the rest of my dick. The suction hurt a little but was nothing
compared to Bob's dick up my ass. Bob laughed at my added agony and then
went back to playing with my nipples.

I didn't want my asshole fucked but a part of me wished he would just do
it and get it over with. All this nipple play was driving me insane. Bob
was relentless with it too. It was around the 10 to 15 minute mark that I
swear I felt fingers toying with the bottom of my dick. When I looked
down, however, no one was there. I thought for sure I was on the verge of
insanity as the feeling continued. Every time Bob would rub across my
nipples or pinch them I was not only feeling the pulses through my body but
the invisible fingers as well.

I had somehow managed to keep from crying up to this point. However,
the tears started to flow when it dawned on me that I might actually cum.
Cumming right now would be unbearable. Only girls and ******s could cum
with just a dick up their ass and someone playing with their nipples...
everyone knows that.

I actually did feel like a fag as I started to pump my ass up and down
on Bob's dick. But what the fuck was I supposed to do? I knew he wasn't
going to be happy until he pumped me full of cum anyway; I might as well
get it over with and hopefully stop this damned nipple torture.

My brain felt like it was spilling over from the flood of impulses. My
ass felt like I was trying to shit out a bucket's worth of broken glass. I
had the constant antsy feeling from Bob's relentless toying with my tits.
On top of all of that, Bob's dick seemed to be punching into something
inside me that was sending tiny bolts to my dick where they were joined
with the sparks coming from my nipples. If there really is a Hell then my
guess is it couldn't be much worse than this. It boggled my mind how my
uncles could enjoy this. I guess it is just some genetic trait fags or
submissives have.

The entire situation was a catch 22 for me. If I stopped humping Bob's
dick then it would take him longer to cum and that meant I would cum from
the sparks shooting from my nipples to my dick. If I kept humping,
however, I got those additional sparks that sped up my impending climax.

Humping that dick of course was my only real choice. Bob would fuck my
ass regardless... I was just deciding when. Plus, there was still the
small chance he might climax before me.

"Oh no!" I thought when something dawned on me.

At first I had been grateful for the removal of the bulb from the gag.
This allowed me to breath a little easier. However, I suddenly realized
that he would surely replace the bulb and I knew damned well he wouldn't
empty it out first either.

"Don't cum or he will make you eat it," I kept saying to myself.

It would be bad enough having to swallow my precum but to drink my own
semen was beyond disgust. Having to drink Bob and Jay's cum was faggy and
sickening enough. As I was thinking this Bob finally reached his peak. He
pinched my nipples hard, almost like he was trying to get some kind of
leverage, and then started pumping up with his hips.

I have to admit that his strength took me a bit by surprise. He looked
so out of shape I would have never guessed him capable of such powerful
thrusts from below. His legs were bent and his feet flat on the floor and
he used them to arch upward into my ass. He did it so forcefully that the
momentum actually caused my ass cheeks to leave his lap for an instant each
pump. I would then drop back down and his dick would slide back up me. It
wasn't until the third or fourth pump that I realized I was taking his
entire dick. I don't know how he had managed to get in that deep. I just
prayed nothing had been ripped loose in there.

I was trying to scream around the gag through all of this. I felt like
he was going to rip my nipples off with his pinching and pulling. He also
was pushing up inside my guts so far that I felt sick to my stomach.
Luckily all of this only lasted about 30 seconds before he froze and shot
his load inside me.

He gradually released his grip on my nipples as his climax came to a
slow end. I was pleased not only for this gift but for the fact that I had
managed not to climax into the bulb. My relief was short lived, however.

"Is my baby girl thirsty again?" Bob mocked.

He then reached down to my throbbing dick and ran his fingers lightly up
and down the bottom of it. I felt my face flush with embarrassment and
shame as my hips involuntarily arched up. A second later I felt a river of
cum shoot up the stem of my dick and into the bulb.

Bob then rolled me off his lap and onto my hands and knees. I knelt
there humping at air as a result of both my climax and having Bob's dick so
suddenly removed.

"With all that screaming I would have never guessed you liked my dick up
your ass so much," Bob laughed as he watched my climax come to an end.

I was already running on reserve power so I let my body slide down and
onto my side. I just laid there and cried as I looked up at Bob's smiling
face. He made a few more crude remarks and then reached down and pumped my
dick a few times to ensure all the cum got into the bulb. I was getting
soft fast and so it didn't hurt as much when he finally removed the bulb.

"Your not done yet," Bob growled when he seen my eyes close.

Bob gave me a smack across the face and my eyes shot open again. The
bulb was made of a semi transparent plastic type material and when he sat
it down next to my face I could see I had filled it about half way with my
cum and other fluids.

"Suck it in," Bob ordered as he placed the tip of his now flaccid cock
at the top of my hallow dick gag.

It took me a second to realize he wanted me to provide suction so his
dick would get pulled into the hallowed gag. I guessed he wanted me to
suck the remaining cum out of his dick so I sucked as hard as I could. His
dick was much larger than the gag so I barely got more than the head to
squeeze inside. The bottom portion of the gag was made of a very hard
plastic or metal. I'm guessing this was so the person wearing it couldn't
bite through it. I'm sure the hard material probably hurt his dick a
little, not that I cared.

"Keep sucking," Bob said as I felt some liquid come out the tip deep in
my throat.

For an instant I thought it was the remainder of his cum. However, it
seemed too thin and was coming out way too fast. I realized then that he
was pissing. What a perfect ending to a perfect day, I thought
sarcastically.

I took in at least a cup before he pinched his dick to temporarily stop
the flow. He then removed his dick and aimed it at the bulb. I didn't
actually see him pissing into the bulb but I could hear it filling up. The
pitch got higher as the bulb filled. When the sound then stopped and I
knew it was completely full of my cum and his piss. He still had a little
left in him so he aimed his stream at my face. My face got drenched by the
time he got the stream focused on the hollowed gag. The gag only got about
half full before he ran out. I just sucked it down, what was a little more
piss anyway?

Bob grabbed a hand full of my hair and savagely pulled me up off the
floor and got me back on my hands and knees. I knew what he wanted and
angled my head down so he could fasten the bulb back to my gag without
spilling any of the contents. I wish I had kept my eyes closed but I
hadn't. Thus, I got a quick glance at the bulb as he raised it toward my
face. It was overflowing and I could see my sperm swimming in formation
around inside Bob's semi-clear yellow piss. I was too tired to be sick
though and just closed my eyes tight and tried to erase what I had just
seen.

Once Bob had it screwed back on tight he gave it a squeeze. I felt a
quick burst of air hit my throat followed by a stream of piss and cum. It
only lasted a couple seconds before he let up. He then put me onto my back
and laid against and slightly across me. I basically became a mix of a
pillow and heating blanket for him. I tried turning my head to the side
but couldn't stretch my neck far enough to get the bulb to go lower than
the hole in the tip of the gag. In this position I would have no choice
but to suck down the contents or wait for gravity to slowly feed it to me.

As he laid on me Bob started telling me a bedtime story about all the
things he had planned for his ***********. I tried to ignore him and just
kept my head turned to the side the best I could and stared in front of me.
When I realized Uncle David and Joey were right in front of me staring back
I blushed and closed my eyes. Despite the constant leaking down my throat,
I somehow fell asleep in seconds.




Enslaving Robert (part 2)

Robert 5_2

As the file name indicates, this story is part of the Robert series.
After having his life turned upside down, Robert strives to keep his sanity
as his uncle continues to train him. As the weeks turn into months, hope
of escape dwindles and Robert's future seems bleak. You will probably
enjoy this story more if you read the prior ones first.

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(Ped, Mm, MMf, mf, inc, nc, ws, toys, bd, enem, tor, d**gs)

By The Devil's Advocate

5.

"How's our *********** today," Jay said as he came into the basement the
next day.

"After last night I guess she's actually a little woman now," Bob said
in return.

They both got a good laugh out of it. I was still pretty tired and was
pretending to sleep. I knew my blush was giving me away so I went ahead
and opened my eyes. I almost cried when I seen Jay bring Bob his food.
Bob's food was on a plate and not in a bowl. Not only that, but it wasn't
the normal random slop. It looked to be a ham sandwich or possibly turkey.


I couldn't fucking believe Jay was giving Bob the star treatment like
this. I knew I had information Jay needed which explained my treatment.
However, it was Bob, not I, that had treated Jay so bad during the past few
months.

The sandwich looked so good compared to what I had been eating that I
might have actually fought him for it had my hands not been bound behind my
back still. Okay, maybe I actually wouldn't have since I knew I would just
get my butt kicked. Hell, with the gag down my throat I couldn't even beg
for his scraps.

"Don't worry, I have breakfast for you too," Jay said as he carried over
a second bulb for my dildo gag.

I knew I had no real choice in the matter so I shuffled over the best I
could and stuck my face near the bars. I did it near Bob hoping that Bob
might make a grab for Jay when he got close. Bob just sat there eating his
sandwich like an idiot. I couldn't believe he was actually buying into
Jay's claim he would let Bob go when this was all over.

Removing the existing bulb from my gag was easy since it was empty now.
Putting the new one on required a tad more acrobatics. I had to tilt my
head downward with the top of my head against the bars. Jay then squeezed
the bulb through the bars and lifted it up to my face and screwed it onto
the gag.

This time I kept my eyes tightly closed when the new bulb came into
sight. I knew that whatever Jay put in there wasn't going to be pleasant
and the sight of it would probably be even worse. If I was lucky then
maybe he put some poison in it and this living hell would come to an end.

After it was in place Jay gave it a good squeeze. I had anticipated
this but still got some of it down the wrong pipe and started trying to
cough it back up. My attempts at coughing caused some of the mixture to
slide up around the outside of the dildo and into my mouth. It was only a
few drops but still enough to give me a good taste of it.

"So much for not knowing the contents," I thought to myself as my mind
automatically tried to analyze the flavor.

The bright side is that I couldn't taste the bitterness of urine. There
was a definite presence of the enema d**g and what appeared to be sperm.
The sperm, however, tasted somewhat off somehow. I had only gotten a tiny
bit on my taste buds though so maybe it was just my imagination. On a
flavor scale of 1 to 10 I would probably give it a 3 or 4 with 10 being
about as good as a slave could ever expect to get. The sad thing is that a
3 was actually a big step up from what I had been receiving lately.

I'm not so sure why the flavor was of concern to me anyway. The dildo
gag deposited the fluid directly into my throat so very little of it ever
made it to my tongue. Still, I couldn't help but get grossed out by the
thought of all the piss and cum that had been deposited into my stomach in
the past couple days.

Once Jay let go of the gag I backed away from the bars and looked at
him. I blushed when I realized he was just staring back at me. Normally he
would be busying about trying to finish up his daily "slave training" as
fast as he could so he wouldn't have to stay in the cold basement too long.
I imagine the basement seemed even colder to him than us since he was used
to the much warmer upstairs; not that I felt sorry for him.

It wasn't just the fact that he was staring at me that made me blush
though. There was something in the way he was doing it. There was this
evil smile on his face that told me he knew something I didn't. I thought
it might be about what he might have planned for the day but then I noticed
he was staring very intently at the dildo gag.

"God, what did he put in it?" I started thinking.

You could see he wanted to tell me what was in the bulb. For an instant
he started to talk but then held his tongue. My guess is that he wanted to
wait for a better time to break it to me. Or, maybe there wasn't anything
out of the ordinary in the bulb after all and he was just playing head
games with me.

I tried to push all these thoughts out of my head. However, when you
sit in a cage day after day with no books, tv or other entertainment, your
brain seems to work in overdrive whenever you provide it with some kind of
question or drama. That is, when you are not high as a kite from the d**g;
which by the way I could already feel tingling at my insides.

I wanted nothing more than to lie down and get another 10 hours sleep,
but that wasn't going to happen. Our cage reeked of piss and cum which
meant a cold shower was probably in our near future. Sure enough, Jay
finally turned and walked into the bathroom; a few seconds later he walks
back out holding onto the hose.

I scooted to the back of the cage, not that it mattered. Jay didn't
even hesitate. Once he got in range he started spraying both the cage and
use down like he was washing off a piece of lawn furniture or something.
Bob had gotten to eat his nice sandwich but at least he wasn't spared the
hose. Regardless of how often he got the hose though Bob still seemed to
somehow stink all the time.

Once our morning bath was over Jay returned the hose to the bathroom and
then walked back out with a couple large towels. He tossed one to David
and Joey and the other he tossed on top of our cage above Bob.

Bob grabbed the towel and started drying off. I quickly made it across
the cage to Bob but when I got there he reached out with his food and
kicked me away. I was desperate for warmth and tried again only to be
kicked even harder. Bob knew it would be warmer if he dried me off and
cuddled with me. However, he also knew Jay would not approve and his
4-star treatment might come to an abrupt end. So, he contented himself
with the warmth of the now semi dry towel.

"Would you like your bathroom break early today," Jay asked me.

I frantically nodded my head up and down. Anything would be better than
the cold sting of the metal cage. The enemas were uncomfortable but they
were also very warm. Any source of heat right now would be heaven.

Jay had the good sense to handcuff Bob's hands before he opened our
cage. I was trembling like a leaf but managed to duck walk out of the cage.
Once I got out of the cage, however, Jay pushed me and I fell forward hard.
It was a short fall but with my hands locked behind my back it still hurt
when my chest landed on the floor. I managed to pull my head back so I
wouldn't bust my jaw or forehead but the bulb still made contact and I got
a large squirt into the back of my throat.

"A slave crawls on his knees unless told otherwise," Jay said as I tried
to get my coughing under control. "You better hurry the hell up."

As I struggled around trying to get up without the use of my hands, I
saw Jay removing his belt. I must have gotten to my knees in record time.
Jay wasn't impressed though and started using the belt on my back and ass
as I scurried across the floor.

David had what I think is called a half finished basement. Me, I would
have called it a mostly unfinished basement. The only thing "finished"
about it was the bathroom. There was plasterboard on the walls also but no
paint or wallpaper.

The ceiling was almost completely untouched. There was insulation
pushed up between the two by eight supports but it was hanging down in a
few places where the "temporary" bindings for it had given way. I'm not
sure you are even supposed to use insulation in the basement ceiling or
not. Maybe he only did it as a temporary energy conservation measure. Or,
maybe he just didn't know what the fuck he was doing.

The only light fixture in the main room was clearly temporary as well.
It was one of those cheap light sockets you often see in utility rooms or
basement closets. It was a glossy white and made of some kind of hard
ceramic material. The electrical cable leading to it had been carefully
placed but the light itself had been sloppily nailed to one of the wooden
ceiling supports.

This of course brings us to the floor and my current dilemma. The floor
was nothing but barren cement. It was that smooth foundation type cement
though and not that rough type you sometimes see used on sidewalks. If you
don't understand the difference between the two then just ask my knees.
Had it been the rough kind then I probably would have left a bloody trail
behind me as I rushed for the bathroom. I could tell my knees would be
bruised and scuffed up by this surface but at least there would still be
skin there.

Jay was raining the belt down on me so fast that I think he was almost
as tired as I was by the time we finally reached the bathroom. I think the
cold was already getting to Jay because he closed the bathroom door once we
were inside and then opened the heating vent. I almost cried with joy when
I felt the delicious warm air envelop my wet body.

Taking the enema fluid in was a little easier this time. However, when
Jay finally let me get on the toilet to expel it I thought someone had set
my asshole on fire. After loosing my cherry to Bob's big dick I knew the
enema fluid would sting when I released it. However, I had no idea it
would be this bad. If this stinging was any indication of how many cuts
and fissures I had, then my asshole probably looked like raw hamburger
right now.

I tried releasing the enema as slow as possible, but Jay got tired of
waiting and took the belt to my chest and stomach. I screamed around the
gag as I finally gave in and let the water drain from me at full speed.
The pain was so bad that I almost blacked out.

The combination of the d**g in the enema and my "baby bottle" had my
head swimming in no time. It would be another 20 minutes probably before I
reached the peak but I could definitely see it already.

"Stay with me," Jay laughed as he gave the bulb a good squeeze.

My coughing caused the remainder of the enema to work it's way out of
me. Jay seemed a little too fascinated by the bulb and it's contents. He
kept giving it squeezes and making comments as he did so. He didn't stop
until the bulb was empty once more.

"Do you think you can keep your mouth shut if I remove your baby
bottle?" Jay asked after cleaning me up.

I nodded of course. My throat was hurting like hell from having the
dildo gag in for so long. I'm not sure I could have talked even if I
tried. If I were to say something, however, it would have been to beg for
permission to throw up in the toilet. My body felt saturated with all the
piss, cum and who knows what else that had been placed in the bulb during
the past 24 hours.

After getting my gag off, Jay removed what little clothes he had on. I
just knelt there and watched. His body still had various bruises and
slightly healed cuts from the games Bob had made him play. When he pulled
his sweat pants down I noted that his dick was hard already. I prayed that
he didn't plan to use my asshole. Jay's dick was about the same size as
Bob's but I felt like I would die from the pain if I got ass fucked again
anytime soon.

Jay leaned over the small vanity and picked up something I hadn't
noticed when I had come in. I recognized it right away though once he
brought my attention to it. It was a leather chastity belt I had made my
uncles create. It was one of many leather items I had them create.
Working with the leather was a bitch but it gave them something to do when
I didn't have them playing their games.

This was one of only two adult size items I had made them create. My
sexual interests these days seemed geared more toward younger slaves but I
figured it wouldn't hurt to have a couple adult items as well.

The design for this particular item was pretty simple. There was a thin
belt that went around the waist. There was then another strap of leather
that connected to the front and ran downward. This part was only about 5
inches long and connected to a large O-ring that the slave's dick and balls
would be pulled through if it is a guy. If it was a girl then the ring
would be over their hole and a dildo could be fucked through it. At the
bottom of this O-ring was another leather strap that ran from it, up the
person's ass crack and then connected to the belt around the waist. The
section going across the ass crack had a slightly wider section on it
designed to hold a butt plug in place. Once on, the plug couldn't be
removed without removing the belt first.

"If you are a good girl I might let you wear this for a few days," Jay
smiled.

My eyes started to tear up as I looked at the device again. The butt
plug connected to the back end looked more like a dildo to me. It was
about 1.25 inches thick and 8 inches long. There was a 30-degree bend in
it around the 4-inch mark.

What made me really sad was that despite how horrible it would be to
wear, it would still be 100 times better than being fucked relentlessly by
Bob. As long as the chastity belt was locked in place my ass would be off
limits to him.

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted that belt on me. I just
knew Bob would literally fuck me to death if I wasn't given some kind of
protection from him. Jay must have been reading my facial expressions
because he didn't say or do anything until right after I had figured out
the benefit of the belt.

"So, does my *********** want to wear her new panties?" Jay mocked.

I closed my eyes and nodded.

"I want to hear you ask for it," Jay said.

"Please can I wear my new panties?" I managed to whisper despite my sore
throat.

"I think you forgot something at the end of that sentence," Jay growled.

"Please can I wear my new panties, Master?" I said.

Asking to wear the chastity belt was bad enough but having to call him
master embarrassed me more than anything. I couldn't look him in the eye
when I said it and could barely say it louder than a whisper. He seemed
satisfied with the response, however, and started putting it on me.

He was nice enough to put some lube on the plug but wasn't too gentle
when it came time to insert it. I started trying to crawl away when he got
about 5 inches inside. The bend in the plug made it go in a little easier
but it was still pushing hard against something inside me.

Jay gave me a hard slap across my ass and then pushed my face down
against the floor and placed his left foot on top of my head to keep me
still. I tried my best to keep quiet but couldn't help but beg for mercy
when he was forcing the last few inches inside.

Fitting my balls and dick through the ring at the front wasn't cake
either. The ring was rather large but it was still a damn tight fit for my
huge balls and dick. He pulled my balls through first then bent my flaccid
dick and threaded it through. The fit was so tight that I thought it was
going to sc**** the skin off my dick as it squeezed through.

Jay then pulled the straps tight and used a small lock to ensure no one
could remove it but him. This was the first time I had ever worn a butt
plug of course and it felt rather uncomfortable. I constantly felt like
expelling it but obviously couldn't. I also felt like I was constantly
being punched in the gut.

As horrible as it was, the plug was still tons better than having Bob's
dick up me every few hours. I wasn't naive though. With my asshole
unavailable I knew damned well Bob would use my mouth instead. The pain in
my throat though was way less than my asshole.

"Do you like your new panties?" Jay smiled.

"Yes, Master," I said with a blush.

"Yeah, I thought a naughty girl like you would like those," Jay laughed.
"Now it's just a question of how bad you want to keep them on."

At that Jay stood in front of me and stroked his cock a few times. I
groaned when I realized there was a price attached to my new panties. It
wasn't a major surprise but I had still hoped that I might actually make it
out of the bathroom today without any further humiliations.

"Hmm, maybe I should just give the key to Bob after all," Jay said after
a moment.

"Please, Master!" I said as he turned to leave the bathroom.

"Please, what?" Jay said as he turned to look at me again.

"Please can I suck you, Master," I whispered.

I never thought I would ever hear those words come out of my mouth in a
million years. Yet, it had only taken Jay about 4 to 6 weeks to draw them
from me. I never felt more humiliated in my entire life. At least I knew
I didn't really want to perform the task. I was just doing it to prevent
an even worse fate. But then I guess that is what a slave's life is all
about... compromises.

"I think Bob might be right," Jay laughed as I opened my mouth and
sucked the head of his dick inside. "I think our *********** has grown
into a young woman."

With everything I was being put through you would think name-calling
wouldn't affect me anymore. However, for the life of me I just couldn't
keep from blushing every time I was referred to as a girl. I think maybe
part of the reason it affected me so much was because it was a reminder of
how I had been used in such an unmanly fashion and how they planned to
continue to use me that way. To them, I was nothing more than a girl with
holes to stick their dicks into.

The fucker was lucky my jaw was so stiff and sore from wearing the dildo
gag for so long. Had it not been then I probably would have tried to bite
his dick off. Just the thought of attempting it, however, scared the shit
out of me for some reason. No doubt it was the effects of the d**gs
currently infesting my body. It was easy for me to sit here and claim I
would do this or that when I had an excuse not to actually follow through
with it. I tried my best not to remember the fact that I had sucked Jay's
dick before and not taken the opportunity to bite him then... despite my
jaw being in good working order.

As I suckled at the tip of his dick, Jay used a fist full of my hair to
force me to shuffle backward on the hard bathroom floor. The d**g made it
hard to think about more than one thing at a time so I just focused on his
dick and let my body automatically follow his lead. The next time I looked
around me I realized we were standing in the shower.

"Time to put your retainer in," Jay smiled as he pulled his dick from my
lips.

I looked up to see him grab a ring gag from a hook on the wall. I had
my own supply of ring gags but this one was not one of mine. It was either
one from Bob's collection or possibly something Jay picked up recently just
for me. It looked much like any other ring gag only it had special grooves
for where the teeth went. The gag was so large that it would be extremely
hard to remove once my teeth were in those grooves. The additional strap
that went around my head would pretty much make it an impossibility to
remove without the use of my hands.

Resistance was pointless so I just angled my head back and opened my
mouth as far as I could. When he placed the gag at my mouth I was shocked
to find that my mouth still wasn't open wide enough. He placed the bottom
groove over the lower teeth and then pushed down hard. The ring appeared
to be made of a very hard rubber-type material. However, the material
still had a little bend to it when he pressed hard. This lowered the top
of the gag just enough to fit under my upper teeth. He then let go of the
gag and stepped back fast so he could watch the show.

When he let go the rubber gag tried to retain it's natural shape, thus
pushing my mouth further open. The pain built up fast in my jaw and I
shook my head back and forth and jabbed at it with my tongue in a futile
effort to dislodge the ring.

When this didn't work I bit down as hard as I could to help relieve some
of the pressure. This turned out to be a vital mistake. After a minute my
jaw muscles started to tire out. It wasn't long and I couldn't provide an
ounce of resistance. My jaw made tiny snapping sounds as it was forced
open until the ring finally reached it's resting state.

I kicked myself for providing so much resistance to the ring. Had I
provided just minor resistance than I could have maintained a semi
comfortable state for possibly hours. Instead, I had used up my full
supply of resistance in a matter of two minutes. I blushed at the fact
that a small piece of rubber had not only out powered but also out smarted
me.

I prayed that Jay didn't plan to keep me in this device all day and all
night like he had with the dildo gag. I could already feel my jaw muscles
cramping up. If I stayed like this for even an hour I could have permanent
damage. Or at least it felt that way.

"After today you will know what it really means to be face fucked," Jay
laughed. "Yeah, our *********** is definitely going to be all woman after
this."

I knew he was serious when he closed the shower door. No doubt, things
were about to get messy and he wanted to make the cleanup job as easy as
possible.

"I don't suppose you care to tell me now where Karen is?" Jay asked.

God did I want to tell him. But I just knew better. I know I say I
would rather be dead than going through all these things. However, as long
as I was still alive there was always hope of escape. So, I just looked
down at the floor away from him.

"There is something you should know," Jay said. "I've been going around
to farms looking for where you might be keeping her."

I might have laughed had I not been in so much pain from the gag. The
dumb shit wasn't even looking in the right state. Kansas had to be at
least 75 percent farmland. It would take him years before he could even
come close to ruling the state out as a possible location for her. My
heart sank, however, when he knelt next to me and whispered in my ear.

"You would be surprised what kind of souvenirs I'm finding on my little
trips to those farms," he said. "I've heard all ***********s like horses.
I guess you are no exception."

I felt like throwing up when I realized what he was saying. He had put
horse cum in my dildo gag earlier today. I tried to convince myself that
he was just playing with my mind. I mean, what farm would just give him
horse cum? Was that actually something farms normally sold? But then, I
wouldn't put it past Jay to just pull up to a barbed wire fence on a
country road, lure a horse over and then jack it off into a jar.

I could tell from his voice though that he wasn't bluffing. I worked
hard to keep my stomach under control. The last thing I wanted to do was
throw up and actually taste the cum. Still, it was hard not to visualize
all that horse sperm swimming around in my stomach.

As I knelt there crying, Jay stood back up and turned the shower on. As
he adjusted the temperature I just stared at the water running across the
tiles and into the drain. I noted that Jay had not thought to remove the
drain cover. It didn't matter though, I hadn't eaten anything solid for
over 24 hours now so everything would fit through the holes if I threw up.

"God, take me away from here," I thought as Jay grabbed my hair and
pulled my head up to meet his dick.

The next 30 minutes were probably the longest in my entire life. Jay
had not been exaggerating when he said I would know what it means to be
face fucked. He didn't even pretend to be gentle with me. He just stuck
his dick through the ring gag and started fucking me as deep, hard and fast
as he could.

As bad as this was, it became 10 times worse once I started throwing up
the horse cum. He didn't even bother stopping when this would happen. He
would just keep drilling my throat as I puked around his dick. With his
dick obstructing the path this meant only a little bit could come up each
time. Even after 30 minutes I think I still had half the horse cum inside
me. During that entire time my mouth was engulfed in the flavor of it.

At least a half hour passed before he finally pulled my head hard
against his pelvis and shot his load down my throat. He then pulled back
and ordered me to suck the remainder of it from his dick. I was more than
happy to oblige; anything to get this all over with.

"I think I got some down here also," Jay said as he lowered my mouth to
his nuts.

I did my best to wash his nuts with my tongue. As I was doing this he
turned the shower off and then put his hand back on my head.

"Wash the back of them also he said as he turned around and had me lick
his nut sack from behind.

"No..." I tried to protest when Jay suddenly bent forward and pulled my
mouth up and to between his ass cheeks.

I refused to lick his asshole until he threatened to leave the ring gag
in if I didn't. I licked up and down his crack as lightly as I could. I
knew it was clean from the shower but that fact didn't make the task any
easier.

"You're not that good at that," Jay said as he pulled away and turned
toward me again. "I'm sure Bob will help train you though."

His dick had leaked a bit more cum and he had me slurp it off his dick
and suck on the head a little more. He then pushed me away and stared down
at me.

"I see our *********** enjoyed her first real throat fuck," Jay laughed.

I wasn't sure what he meant. I just blushed and looked down at the
floor. It was then that I got the shock of my life. My dick was hard as a
rock. I was completely baffled until I remembered the large metal ring
that was tight around my balls and dick. The fit slowed down the blood
escaping from my dick, which in turn made it hard. Despite the medical
explanation, I was still embarrassed to be hard after having been throat
fucked and made to lick another man's asshole.

"Maybe we should take care of that before you go back out to your cage,"
Jay smiled. "We wouldn't want Bob thinking you are having too much fun in
here."

Jay grabbed a towel and for a moment I thought he was going to be kind
and dry me off. Instead, he folded it up and tossed it on the shower floor
about 2 feet from one of the corners. He then pushed my head down near the
floor about a foot or two in front of the towel and started lifting my
lower body up by the hips. Jay wasn't super strong but I only weighed like
125 pounds the last time I check and had probably lost at least 5 to 10
pounds of that during these last 6 weeks or so.

He kept lifting until I was basically standing on my head. He kept
angling me though until my feet and then my butt and lower back came to
rest on the wall. My neck wasn't strong enough to support my weight and I
had to angle my head so I was looked up with my shoulders and neck coming
to rest on the towel.

It was an extremely uncomfortable position. I felt like my neck could
snap at any moment. Had I lost my balance and slid to the right or left my
neck might have actually done just that. Luckily, Jay was there ensuring
that didn't happen.

I blushed when I looked up to see Jay's ass hovering above me while he
squatted there in order to help me maintain my balance. I could feel my
hard dick squeezed between our two bodies. If I were him I would have
never let my face get that close to a male slave's dick and balls. It was
too faggy if you asked me. But then, it was Jay we were talking about here
wasn't it?

I groaned when I seen him slowly lower his ass down to my face. I
prayed that he was just angling back away from my dick so he could suck it
or something; that his ass coming closer to my face was just a secondary
effect of the move. His ass kept lowering much more than necessary though
and I realized what he wanted from me. He kept dropping down until he
buried both my mouth and nose in his ass cheeks.

"If you want to breath then you will get busy down there," Jay informed
me.

I remembered watching a video of my father performing a similar training
session on Jay. I remembered laughing my ass off as Jay was made to rim
out my dad's asshole. I wasn't finding this training session quite as
funny as I had that one.

I held out for over a minute before I had to give in and start licking
at Jay's asshole. I knew from the video exactly how this worked. Just
licking at the asshole would get me just a smidgen of air but not quite
enough to live on for very long. Stiffening my tongue and poking lightly
at the hole would get me slightly more air. And finally, actually forcing
my tongue up his ass over and over would get me all the air I desired.

That in mind, you would think I, or any slave that knew the rules, would
just go straight to the tongue fucking. It wasn't that simple though. It
was all a matter of dignity. The position as well as the act was one of
the most undignified things you could think of. It didn't matter if you
knew you would end up tongue fucking the asshole eventually anyway. The
least you could do is salvage at least a tiny piece of your dignity by
holding out as long as you could.

For me, that was about the 4-minute mark. For the record, I believe
that was a full two minutes longer than Jay had with my father... just
more proof how big of a ****** Jay was.

"That's a good girl," Jay said as he grabbed hold of my dick and started
to masturbate me.

The pleasure from the feel of his hand on my dick shocked me. Only a
****** could feel pleasure at a time like this. Either it was the d**gs
again or my body was just so used to pain that even the slightest
comforting touch got amplified 1,000 fold.

While he was jacking my dick with one hand I could tell he was using his
other hand to play with his own. He quickly tired of my slow tongue fuck
and started to do a small bounce up and down on my face and tongue. The
fag must have really enjoyed having his asshole played with because it took
less than 5 more minutes to get him off.

When he was about to cum Jay pulled up off my face and angled his dick
down until the tip was pointed at my wide open mouth. The next thing I
knew I could feel his thick cum falling down on my tongue and filling my
mouth. I didn't wait for him to threaten me or anything and just swallowed
so I wouldn't have to taste it any longer than necessary.

I still blushed as I let the slime slither down my throat. Him kneeling
above me laughing didn't help any either. To make things even worse, I was
still hard and feeling pleasure from Jay's hand, which had resumed
masturbating me.

I didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing me cum so every time I
got close I would force myself to gain control again. Jay was relentless
though and kept jacking on my stiff dick.

"Maybe this will help," Jay said as he reached down with his free hand
and started rubbing my nipples.

This more than anything convinced me that he definitely had a video
camera hidden in the basement. He must have seen my reaction to Bob toying
with my nipples the night before. If, however, it was just guess work on
his part then it was one hell of a guess because his flicking of my nipples
took my impending climax completely out of my hands.

I started crying when I realized I didn't even have control over my own
pleasure now. I knew I had no control but I still kept staring at my dick
hanging down above me. I kept trying to will it to get soft or at least
ignore the pleasure. It was no use though and the pleasure just kept
building.

"No!" I groaned through the ring gag as I felt my sperm rushing through
the stem of my dick.

Realizing that I was cumming, Jay pulled my waist a few more inches from
the wall so my hips were almost directly above me. He then pointed my dick
directly at my open mouth and pushed down. I think he was as surprised as
I was when my dick not only reached my mouth but went in about an inch. I
am pretty flexible and have a long dick, but I didn't think it possible for
any guy, let alone me, to suck their own dick. Of course, why would anyone
ever want to do such a thing?

I had more important things to worry about right now though, like the
torrent of cum that was shooting into my mouth. The angle of my neck made
it hard to swallow and the large head of my dick prevented it from escaping
out the other direction. My cheeks ballooned up with the cum until the
built up pressure forced it to start oozing down my throat. I already knew
I came a ton but this unique perspective made it seem even more than
normal.

When it was clear I had stopped cumming and that my mouth was pretty
empty, Jay lifted me up and got me back into a normal kneeling position. I
felt dizzy as the blood rushed away from my head finally.

"Wow, look at all that milk our *********** produced," Jay said as the
remaining cum drooled out of my mouth and ran down my chin, neck and chest.
"Don't tell me your grandpa got you pregnant on the first night."

I didn't get the joke but he found it funny. I was just pleased that he
kept his word and reached down and removed the ring gag from my mouth. It
took me over a minute before I could actually shut my mouth though. Once I
did, the flavor of my own cum seemed even stronger. I closed my eyes tight
and forced myself to swallow several times in order to get most of the
flavor out of my mouth.

I would like to say that my time with Jay had been the worst part of my
day. Unfortunately, Bob ensured that it wasn't. Bob was anything but
happy about my ass being off limits to him and decided to take it out 10
fold on my throat.

I lost track of how many hours I ended up deep throating Bob that day.
The d**g made it hard to keep track but I had to have drank at least 5
loads of Bob's cum that day. He also used my mouth as his own personal
toilet. He made me drink his piss three times in total. The first two
times he just shot it straight down my throat. However, on the third time
he knelt over my face and pissed in my mouth as slowly as he could so he
could watch me gulp it down.

Jay had tossed the dildo gag into our cage before leaving and Bob made
sure I was wearing it whenever he wasn't using my throat. Bob deposited
all his fluids directly in my mouth now but that didn't mean the bulb on
the gag stayed empty all the time. Whenever Bob would see it running low
he would remove it and hand it through the bars of our cage to my uncles.
He would then order them to fill it with cum and/or piss.

The only plus side for the day was that Bob used his bedpan when he
decided to take his daily dump. He even wiped his ass with the few strips
of toilet paper available to him before he made me rim him out. It was
still disgusting and tasted nasty but could have been much worse. Who
knows how long his mercy in this area would last though.

6.

That day had been pretty taxing but it seemed like a vacation compared
to the prior one. I even managed to get some sleep here and there when Bob
wasn't using me. I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the
basement even warmed up a lot thanks to Jay leaving the bathroom vent open.

The only problem with this relaxed day was that by the time most of the
d**gs wore off that night I was already fully rested. This made it hard
for me to sleep that night. Bob's snoring didn't help either. I spent
most of my time just staring at the cage bars and crying. I had plenty to
cry about but I wasn't so sure why I was crying now. When I was staring at
the bars I wasn't really thinking of anything, I was just letting my mind
drift; the tears just seemed to come from nowhere.

I hadn't heard anyone upstairs moving around for a good 2 to 3 hours so
guessed it was at least midnight. I finally started to get tired myself so
I shuffled over to grandpa and cuddled next to him for warmth. With my
hands still latched behind my back it was hard to snake in next to him
without waking him up.

He had his huge towel for warmth and seemed to enjoy watching me freeze.
Had I woken him up he would just push me away again. It was much warmer
thanks to the heat from the bathroom, but Bob's body heat made it even more
acceptable.

I was starting to nod off when I heard the basement door at the top of
the steps crack open. At first I thought Jay had just not shut it all the
way and the air was just now pushing it open further. However, as I lay
there I heard a light creaking of the stairs. The creaking came in short
bursts every 10 seconds or so as though someone was trying to sneak into
the basement.

The noise was so light and subtle that I almost convinced myself that it
was just my imagination. However, about 3 minutes later I seen the shadow
of someone peaking around the corner. Our light stayed on 24/7 but it was
only bright enough to light our area of the room. There was a separate
light for the stairwell and it was currently off.

The face stayed there for the longest time as though the person was
trying to either spy on us or decide to enter or not. Considering we
weren't doing anything worth spying on, my guess is that it was the latter.

I blushed when the person finally stepped into view; it was s*s. I was
embarrassed for her to see me like this. She was supposed to be my slave
after all. She flushed red as well when she noticed me looking at her. It
had been against the house rules for her to wear clothes indoors and for an
instant her hands went to her gown as though she was going to remove it.
It was good to see that her training had not been completely reversed yet.

It didn't surprise me that Jay was letting her wear clothes and trying
to remove her training. She was his daughter. He may have giving up hope
on his brothers but I doubt he would ever give up hope on Linda.

s*s was wearing a nightgown, which confirmed it must be night upstairs.
The gown was cotton and looked very comfortable and warm. It had long
sleeves and was loose fitting as it ran down her body. It came to a halt
with a bunch of ruffles about a foot from the ground. It was white with
tons of small pastel flowers imprinted all over it. The gown, in
conjunction with her ponytails made her look as virgin as undriven snow.

The gown was one Jay clearly bought for her recently. My guess is he
picked the most innocent one he could find in hopes that it might bring
memories back of the *********** that once was. If only Jay had seen some
of the tapes of his "innocent" *********** performing. He was her father
though; I guess he had no choice but to see only the good in her.

I wished I wasn't wearing this damned dildo gag; I would have been able
to order s*s to find the key or us or maybe call the cops. Maybe it was
best though that I couldn't speak. It would have killed me inside had I
given her an order and she just ignored me.

As she walked through the room I noticed she stayed clear of the cage I
was in. She looked scared that Bob or I might reach out and grab her or
something. She was a smart k** because that is exactly what I probably
would have done had my hands been free. I would have gotten her into a
death grip and then held her like that until Jay let us free. Bob probably
would grab her also but for different reasons.

If she wasn't here to help me though then why was she sneaking around
down here? Curiosity was one thing but she could have fed her curiosity
from the doorway. No, it had to be more than just that; especially
considering how uncomfortable she seemed to be by being down here with us.

It wasn't until she made her way around the room that it became clear
why she was here. As she made her way around the cage I noticed she was
looking more at Uncle David and Joey than she was Bob and I. She still
glanced at us but it was my uncles she was really interested it.

"The little slut is horny," I thought.

I was too embarrassed to laugh at her, not that the dildo gag would have
allowed that luxury anyway. Joey just sat there but David went right into
action. David crawled toward her as she approached.

When David got near her she took one last glance my direction and
blushed when she seen me watching her. She then turned her back to me and
raised the front of her nightgown. She raised the front as high as she
could without risking showing me her rump. My guess is that she wasn't so
much hiding her nudity from me but actually from Bob. He was a perfect
stranger to her after all.

I couldn't see, but apparently she didn't have any underwear on because
David went right to work on her cunt. I could hear him licking and sucking
at her pussy. Linda tried to keep quiet but her excitement got the best of
her and she started moaning. It was still low enough that there was no
risk of waking Jay upstairs, but it was enough to wake Bob up.

"What a slut," Bob giggled when he seen what was going on.

I couldn't believe the idiot. Here is our one possible ticket out of
here and he's calling her names! I tried to get Bob's attention by moaning
and jerking my head and stuff but he just pushed me out of the way so he
could get a better view of the show.

Linda must have been well primed already because she climaxed in less
than 5 minutes. She quivered for a minute and almost lost her balance a
few times. She then tried to step back away from David and his persistent
tongue.

I could see David's hands under her gown holding her ass cheeks. Every
time she would try to pull away he would just grip her ass tighter and pull
her back to his face.

"I got to go," Linda said as she tried to push him away again.

Instead of letting her go David actually pulled her down to the floor
and started trying to get her gown off.

"No," she said as loud as she dared. "Please stop."

"What a cock tease," Bob laughed. "Give it to her boy."

David didn't need Bob's encouragement. He clearly already had plans for
s*s. As he finally managed to pull the gown over her head she actually got
free of his grasp for a moment. She tried scurrying away out of reach but
he got hold of her again just before running out of chain.

You could hear her knees and feet sliding against the concrete floor as
she tried to pull free. I was surprised she was putting up such a fight.
It's not like she hadn't been with David several times in the past anyway.
Either she was scared of being caught down here or she just didn't like
doing it in front of Bob and I.

David wasn't gentle with her either; he just flipped her over on her
stomach and crawled up on her. Linda let out a loud grunt a second later.
I couldn't see but I think the ****** stuck it up her asshole. She kept
grunting on each thrust so I was pretty sure I had guessed right.

Joey had been watching from the sidelines during all of this. At first
he looked too scared to participate. However, once David got her under
control Joey got the nerve up to join in. He went in front of her and fed
her his dick. She tried sucking it for him but David was yanking her back
and forth on his dick too much.

"Lay on your back," David told his brother.

Joey complied and David then guided Linda till she was on her hands and
knees above him. David pulled out just long enough to get Linda to sit on
Joey's dick. He then climbed up behind her again and sunk balls deep up
her ass.

Linda kept looking our way and blushing, but I could tell she was
getting off on the double penetration. It wasn't long and she gave up her
false modesty and started moaning in pleasure. This is what she really
snuck down here to get and she knew it.

I have to admit that s*s looked pretty hot with the 2 of them abusing
her like this. She looked like a delicate flower being bashed between two
boulders. It was amazing that she would get any pleasure out of the act. I
guess I trained her well.

They went at it like this for about 30 minutes before my uncles pumped
s*s full of cum. God only knows how many times s*s came during that time.
She looked like she was cumming almost the entire time.

"Wait," Bob said when my uncles started helping s*s get dressed. "Fill
this up first."

Bob then grabbed a hand full of my hair with one hand and used the other
to unscrew the bulb on my gag. He then tossed the empty bulb to David.
David looked puzzled for a moment and then smiled when it dawned on him
what Bob wanted.

David pulled Linda back down into a squatting position and held the bulb
under her. She blushed as the cum began to ooze from her cunt and asshole.
The cum from her cunt slithered down her cunt lips and to her asshole where
it mixed with the cum leaking from there as well. The mixture then dripped
down and into the bulb David was now holding.

I know Linda already knew what the bulb was for but I was grateful she
didn't acknowledge the fact by staring at me or protesting. I don't think
I could have survived the embarrassment had she made a scene about it.

Once she started to run dry, Linda stood up without prompting and
started to get dressed again. The bulb was about half full when David
handed it back to Bob. Bob then jacked off into it as he watched Linda
dressing herself. I was surprised he didn't even try to talk her into
approaching the cage. I could tell he wanted her, but I think he realized
Jay had a camera hidden somewhere in the basement. The last thing he
wanted to do was screw up the star treatment he had been receiving lately.

I didn't even groan when Bob finally came in the bulb and reattached it
to my gag. I had eaten so much cum in the past few days that it barely
even grossed me out anymore. Well, I guess it did but you can only make a
big deal out of it so many times.

Once she got her gown on Linda made her way to the stairs and then
disappeared into the night. The entire ordeal with her and my uncles had
been a nice distraction, but hardly anything that exciting. As a minimum,
I had hoped that I could get some kind of feel as to whether Linda might
plan to help us escape. I really couldn't tell one way or the other
though.

On the bright side, I did hear Linda and Jay fighting the next day about
the incident. This not only further confirmed the existence of the hidden
camera but gave me some hope s*s might assist in our escape.

From the sounds of their argument, Jay had his hands full trying to wane
Linda off dick. I couldn't make it all out through the floor but
apparently David and Joey had been brought downstairs because s*s was
caught sneaking into their room a couple times. On top of that she was
caught once sneaking out at night. If Jay actually managed to keep her
high and dry for too long she probably would help me escape just so I would
dick her again.

As the days went on, however, what little hope I had of her help quickly
diminished. In fact, hope for escape period soon vanished. Oh, I kept
telling myself that escape was still a real possibility, but deep down I
knew I was just k**ding myself.

Last year I asked my mom for help on learning how to type. She must
have researched it on the internet or something because every day after
dinner she always had a 20 to 30 minute training session for me to
complete. It only took me a couple weeks to get to the point where I could
type without looking at the keys. However, I never seemed to be able to
break the 20 words per minute mark. Day after day and week after week I
hovered around 20 wpm. Then, almost overnight a switch somewhere in my
head got flipped on and I shot up from 20 wpm to 45 wpm. I then gradually
increased from there until I was around the 70 wpm mark.

Anyway, that seemed to be the exact same way my slave training
progressed. For the longest time I hovered around that "20 wpm" mark in my
slave training. In that, I mean I did what I was told without being
whipped all the time. However, sucking the dicks, licking the assholes,
eating the cum, drinking the piss, etc., still disgusted and angered me.

Then one day, just like with my typing, a switch inside me just flipped
on. It happened about 2 weeks after Linda's visit to the basement. I can
only guess it happened because my last hope of escape had finally
disappeared. Whatever had caused it, I now found that I was no longer
disgusted by all the things they made me do. Or at least the level of
disgust was significantly lower... to the point they seemed just like
everyday chores and not really punishments or anything like that. It
wasn't that I enjoyed doing them now or anything like that; I just didn't
care as much anymore. It was a lot like going to school, it wasn't
necessarily something you enjoyed doing, it was just something you had to
do and something you knew you couldn't really get out of doing.

Every day, though, Jay would ask me where Karen was being held and every
day I would withhold the information. The only difference now, however,
was that I wasn't really sure why I was withholding the information. A
part of me just knew I had too despite the fact that every time I refused
to answer, life in the cage got even worse.

I only got to wear the chastity belt for a week before Jay removed it.
My asshole still hurt a little but it was much better now than before.
While it had been constantly uncomfortable, the belt's long, thick plug had
significantly improved my ability to take both Bob and Jay's dick up my
ass. Not only were they now able to get their entire dick up me but it
didn't even hurt that much anymore. Bob used my asshole several times a
day so I still got sore but seldom got any serious cuts inside me like I
had the day he took my cherry.

To make things worse, Jay started giving Bob dildos. Bob would use
these on me whenever his dick wasn't hard. Actually, it was normally him
making me use them on myself. Sometimes he would grab the current dildo
and use it on me as a sort of foreplay. However, usually if it had a
suction cup on the bottom of it he would stick it to the floor and just
make me ride it.

Not all of the toys Jay provided actually fell in the "dildo" category.
Some were vibrators and others a mix of both dildo and vibrator. While
nothing seemed to bother me a lot anymore, I would have to say the
vibrators were the worst. I hated them the most because they actually gave
me pleasure. I know that might not make sense to you but I felt so
humiliated and helpless whenever I was made to ride one of these and my
dick would get hard and often climax on it's own.

It was especially horrible when this would happen while I was riding the
vibrators and using my mouth on my grandfather. You don't know true
humiliation until you paint the floor with your cum while rimming your
grandfather's asshole.

To make things even worse, I noticed a gradual decline in the effects of
the enema d**g. At first I thought I was building immunity to it.
However, after a week of the steady decline I realized that the effects
were so low that Jay must have been cutting back my dosage. The effects
were so minor now that it was entirely possible that they were just my
imagination and that he wasn't using it at all now.

A few weeks back, a reduction in the d**g would have been a cause for
celebration since it would significantly improve my chances of escape.
However, I had reached the point where escape didn't really enter my mind
anymore. It was as though the cage was and had always been my life. My
mind focused just on getting through my daily chores of taking care of Bob
and Jay. Those chores often even included David and Joey who would stick
their dicks through the bars of our cage when ordered by Bob to do so.

So, instead of making me happy, all the removal of the d**g seemed to do
was make life in the cage harder. Time went by at a snails pace and there
was never any d**g induced escape from my life in hell.

7.

Life went on in the cage one painful day after another until one day
something significant happened. I had given up all bother of trying to
track the days anymore. Knowing how long I had been caged just didn't seem
to matter that much anymore. If I had to guess though, I would say it was
about the 4th or 5th month when life in the cage took a drastic turn.

The day started out like any other. I got up early so I could start my
morning "workout". This was something Bob began making me do several weeks
back when Jay first started giving us the dildos and vibrators.

In addition to using the current dildo or vibrator throughout the day,
Bob liked to go to sleep to the sound of me humping up and down on them.
He also liked to wake up to the same sound. Bob got pretty brutal with me
if he woke up in the morning and I wasn't already riding the artificial
dicks. He wouldn't punish me if he happened to wake up in the middle of
the night but if I knew what was good for me then that damned thing better
still be up my ass while I slept.

Every few days Jay would replace my existing toy with yet a bigger one.
What he was doing was very similar to how I stretched Pupsiie out. Well,
how I had s*s stretch her anyway. However, Jay was proceeding much faster
than s*s. Hell, he started me out with a 1.5-inch dildo. Each new one was
always at least a quarter inch thicker.

The one I was using today was absolutely huge. It was easily as round
as a soda can. It was long also. Stack 3 soda cans on top of each other
and you will have a good feel for the size of this damn thing. I thought I
was going to rip in half the first time Bob forced it up my ass. But of
course, I thought that every time Jay gave us a slightly larger toy to play
with.

To make things worse, this was a vibrator and not a dildo. The thicker
dildos were easier to get used too because they were made of a softer
rubber type material and would squeeze in a lot easier. You could feel the
rubber constantly pushing out at the side of your asshole but it was very
patient about waiting until your ass got used to the size and stretched on
it's own.

The vibrators, however, were always rock hard. If you had a 2 to 3 inch
thick vibrator shoved up your ass then that is exactly how far your ass was
opened up. No more, no less.

I was going into my third day with this particular vibrator. Therefore,
I was getting kind of used to it. Or at least I was getting used to the
size. But size was not always the only thing I had to adjust too. Every
toy seemed to have it's own little hurdles you had to overcome. Some had
odd bends and other weird shape related aspects.

While the dildos looked similar to dicks with veins and shit, all of the
vibrators I had used so far had no such features. They looked like dicks
in only the most basic of aspects. They resembled large bullets more than
they did dicks. The one I was using today, however, actually had what
resembled a penis head.

It was this head that was the major hurdle for this vibrator. While the
shaft was only about a quarter inch thicker than the prior one I used, the
head on this vibrator was over a half inch thicker. Once through my anal
ring the larger head wasn't too bad, but fuck did it hurt getting past that
hurdle. I thought for sure Bob was going to rip me in half the first time
he forced that damn thing up my ass.

Even after 2 days it still hurt like hell whenever I forced it inside
myself. The hard ridge under the head somehow hurt 5 times worse whenever
I pulled it out. This definitely was not a vibrator Bob had to worry about
me removing during the night.

The b**st was like 15 inches tall. But I think the size was mainly for
show. I can't imagine anyone could possibly shove a vibrator this large
that far up their ass. A dildo might fit that deep since it is flexible
and would bend inside a little. But a vibrator like this one would
probably stretch your guts to the point that they ripped or something if
you shoved it in too deep. Thankfully for me, both Bob and Jay realized
this. That still didn't keep Bob from making me take as much of the thing
as humanly possible.

The humiliation factor on this vibrator was pretty high. By that, I
mean it made me cum like crazy. In the last few weeks, cumming actually
had started to feel like a reward to me. It was still humiliating to
masturbate in front of my uncles and grandfather, but without the d**g in
my system anymore these brief moments of climax became my only mental
escape from reality. This of course only worked for the self-induced
climaxes. The unwilling climaxes brought on by the dildos and vibrators
were the exact opposite.

With masturbation you got that intense pleasure that seemed to override
your entire neural network. Cumming at the hands of the toys, however, was
nothing like that. Sometimes I would feel what seemed like an impending
pleasurable climax, but when it actually hit the intense pleasure just
wasn't there. It was only slightly more intense than if I had been taking
a piss. Sometimes I didn't even get the prelude to the climax. I would
just be humping at the toy and I would feel something inside me convulse
and the next thing I knew semen was shooting or drooling out the end of my
dick.

This vibrator made me cum like that a ton. Part of it was because of
the huge head on it, but another part was the shaft itself. The shaft was
covered with dozens of raised round bumps. Every time I slid up or down on
it those bumps would send shivers from my ass ring directly to my dick.

When Bob woke up I had been riding the vibe for less than 20 minutes but
already had a sizable pool of cum in front of me on the metal floor of our
cage. That pool got much bigger when Bob reached over and turned it on.
Unlike some of the other vibes, you couldn't leave this one on all night or
it would keep everyone in the house awake.

The motors in it were so strong that it didn't even run off batteries.
It had to be plugged into the wall outlet. The switch for the vibe was
actually on the cord itself. When Bob hit the switch it vibrated so hard
that it felt like it actually grew in width. My guess is that it was
because it was actually bouncing back and forth so hard and fast that it
was literally taking up more space in me.

It vibrated so hard against the floor that it sounded like we were using
a jackhammer or something. Bob nicknamed the vibrator the "jumping bean"
because every time it made contact with the floor the strong vibration
would cause the dildo to bounce 1 to 3 inches back up into my ass. My ass
of course couldn't handle the extra depth and would shoot it back down to
the floor where the vibration would just punch it back up again.

Bob didn't dare leave the thing running for more than a minute or two at
a time out of risk of pissing Jay off too much with the noise. However,
that was all that was needed each time to drain all the cum out of me.
Within seconds of it being turned on my dick lurched and started shooting
cum all over the floor.

Bob got a huge laugh out of it every time he turned it on. Bob was
pretty gay but I don't think he actually liked watching me cum. I think he
just liked knowing I didn't get any please out of it when I came this way.
On top of that, he knew that by draining me this way I wouldn't be able to
masturbate my dick against the floor or anything like that for over an hour
or two. Of course, before then he would have me riding the vibe and it
would start all over again. This vibe was definitely his favorite so far
and he had already asked Jay a few times if he could keep it in the cage
with us even after introducing me to the next size.

A few minutes later I heard Jay walking down the steps. The vibe was
turned off but was still deep in my ass. Bob had temporarily unhooked my
mitted hands from behind me so I could better kneel over and slurp my cum
from the floor. I was almost done with the slop by the time Jay entered
the room.

"I heard our little alarm clock go off this morning," Jay said in
reference to the noise from the vibrator earlier.

"I was just making sure she stayed a proper lady," Bob laughed.

This was one of Bob's ongoing little jokes. Bob constantly commented
that it was unladylike for a girl my age to be constantly playing with
herself. He used that as his justification for all the forced climaxes via
the dildos and vibrators. Yeah, I didn't see much logic or humor in it
either.

Jay always chuckled when Bob said stupid shit like that but I don't
think he actually found the comments funny. If anything, the comments
themselves probably pissed him off since Bob used to say similar things
about him. However, I think Jay enjoyed the fact that the comments always
made me blush.

"You know the drill," Jay said as he walked over with a pair of
handcuffs.

Every morning was almost always the same these days. He would cuff
Bob's hands around one of the cage bars and then open the cage for me to
crawl or hobble to the bathroom for my daily enema.

I let out a short scream as Jay pulled on the vibrator and the huge head
popped through my anal ring. The head on that damn thing was so big that I
seldom could remove it on my own. It didn't matter though because I had
yet to have it removed without causing me to let out involuntary screams;
thus, if I ever tried to remove it without permission during the night I
would have surely woken up Bob and gotten a punishment.

Jay locked my hands behind my back and then marched me into the bathroom
on my knees. I'm not sure which Jay enjoyed more, giving me the enemas or
just having me alone in the bathroom for 30 minutes to an hour each day.
If I had to choose I would say it was the alone time. He seldom ever did
anything sexual to me in front of the others. I don't know if it was some
kind of power thing or if he was just shy. All I do know is that I came to
dread that bathroom more than even my cage.

Jay was seldom as brutal as Bob but he knew a lot more about how to
humiliate a slave. He didn't just repeat shit that had been done to him
either. He often came up with his own twists to these things and even
invented completely new stuff.

"Time to take your shower," Jay said as he waited for me to crawl into
the shower.

My "shower" was normally one of the most humiliating activities for me
each day. After my hands were latched behind me again, I'm required to
hobble into the shower and then lay on my back. I then use my feet to push
my lower body way into the air until I'm looking almost straight up at my
dick high above me. I then have to piss down on myself. If I take too
long to start pissing then Jay always starts hitting me with a belt or
whip.

The main objective of course is for me to get as much of the piss into
my mouth as possible and drink it. The more I got into my stomach the less
of a whipping I get later. Of course, there is always a whipping of some
sort since aiming without the use of my hands in this position is near
impossible. I always get at least a few mouths full but never fail to
drench my chest and the rest of my face as well.

It must have been a bad winter because a couple weeks back Jay stopped
risking freezing us to death. Now, he left the basement heat vents open
24/7. So, if one were to have to find a plus side to my morning "showers"
then I guess it would be that I didn't suffer from the cold air hitting me
after I was soaked in piss. It wasn't much compensation though considering
how utterly humiliating and degrading the activity was.

Physically, my showers were one of the least painful things in my life
these days. Yet, it was the showers that filled my nightmares every time I
managed to get some sleep. The dreams were always the same too. They
always started with me looking up at my dick high above me. I would just
stare up like that for what seemed like hours waiting for my piss to start.
The entire time a belt would be bouncing off my ass cheeks but it was the
wait, not the belt, that always bothered me in my dreams.

I think this was the case because every time I "took a shower" in or out
of my dreams, my mind was a vast mix of conflicting thoughts and emotions.
I would be looking up praying for my piss to start so the whipping would
stop. Yet, at the same time I was dreading when it would actually start.
On one hand I wanted to drink as much of the piss as possible and on the
other I didn't want a drop of it to even touch my skin. My mind went back
and forth like this during my dreams until eventually my piss would shoot
out of my dick and start splashing down on my face. When this would happen
the feel of the piss on my face felt ultra real. Often I could even smell
and taste it. Seconds later I often woke up.

Some mornings I was so tired from riding the dildo and lack of sleep
that I wasn't 100 percent sure I wasn't dreaming as I waited there for my
piss to start. Of course I figured out the truth once the piss shot down
at me and I didn't wake up from my nightmare.

This day, however, I thought for sure I was dreaming because it was the
only possible explanation my weakened mind could come up with for what
happened. After almost 7 minutes of the belt I finally got my piss
started. While I was busy gulping it down I heard a very loud ruckus.

I forced myself to stop pissing and opened my eyes. When I looked up I
seen Bob smiling down at me. Bob often woke me up during the night by
pissing on me, so for a moment I thought for sure I was back in my cage and
waking from a dream. However, I realized that we weren't in the cage but
in the bathroom.

Bob laughed as I lost my temporary hold on my bladder and the piss
started raining down on me again. I almost opened my mouth to drink it
when I realized I probably didn't have to do that now. So, I unflexed my
legs and let my body slowly drop back down to the floor of the shower
stall. It didn't make much difference though. My stream of piss was still
strong enough that it arched over my lower body and landed on my face. The
stream waved around on my face for about 5 seconds before I got the sense
to use my feet to angle me onto my side.

Once on my side I looked out the shower entrance to see Jay lying on the
floor holding his head. Bob was standing above him holding the very large
and very hard vibrator I had been using earlier. When Jay looked like he
was about to get up, Bob angled back with the vibrator in order to deliver
yet another blow on the head. Bob stopped himself though and instead left
the room. He returned less than 20 seconds later holding some handcuffs
which he put on Jay.

Bob then left yet again only to return with some rope. He then
proceeded to hogtie Jay. During all of this I had managed to get into a
kneeling position, but was too confused to do anything beyond that. Even
after I managed to work out that Bob was escaping, I was still confused why
he hadn't untied me yet.

Bob did look awfully busy though tying and gagging Jay so I just waited
patiently. But then he left the bathroom for a very long time. I seen
David walking around in the basement a few minutes later and wanted to
speak up for assistance. I decided to keep my mouth shut, but did stand
and walk out of the bathroom.

I looked at our cage to see that one of the bars had been somehow
disconnected at the top and bent all the way inward... just enough for Bob
to squeeze his fat ass through. I later found out that Bob knew a little
bit about welding and had noticed a bar with a bad weld on it. Unnoticed
by Jay and I, Bob had been sticking his hands around this particular bar
every morning when Jay cuffed him.

Bob guessed correctly that the **********era was turned off every time
Jay came into the basement. So, my little bathroom adventures with Jay
gave Bob anywhere from 30 to 60 minutes every morning to shake back and
forth on the bar. Eventually all this stress was too much for the poorly
done weld and it came loose.

While all of this was pretty impressive; how Bob managed to bend the bar
was even more so. That morning of his escape he had used all his strength
to bend the bar just enough to squeeze the chain from his cuffs over the
top. He then soaked his long towel in his water dish and rolled it into a
long thick rope. He then removed the electrical cable from the hard
vibrator and placed the vibrator across the center of that rope and tied a
half-****. Then he tied one end of that towel rope to the loose bar and
the other end to a bar about 3.5 feet away on the opposite side of the
cage. Then, all he had to do was rotate the dildo. As the towel rope
coiled it bent the loose bar further and further until he was home free.

I made a mental note to immediately send Sandra an email to ensure all
the welds were good on Vee's cage. (See prior stories if you don't know
who Sandra or Vee is.)

To send that email, however, I would have to be free. But I was still
standing there with my hands latched behind my back and Bob seemed to feel
it was more important to talk to David than to consider removing my mitts.
As I stood there I started to get a very bad feeling that he might not plan
to release me at all.

They were half facing me but didn't seem to be paying me much mind. As
they continued to talk I slowly sidestepped toward the stairwell. I had
just taken a long piss, but I was so nervous and scared that I started to
leak a thin stream of piss down my leg. I didn't get but a couple feet
before Bob noticed what I was doing.

"Get that *********** over here," Bob said as he motioned my direction.

I turned and started to run toward the stairs but David was on me long
before I reached them.

"Let me go!" I said in my best commanding voice.

For an instant I felt David's grasp loosen but then he reconsidered the
command and held on tight again. It wasn't until he put his hand over my
mouth that I realized Linda was still upstairs and could run for help. Or
at least she could had I been smart enough to actually yell that Jay had
been taken prisoner. It was too late now though. Even as I was thinking
what I should have done, Bob was sliding my dildo gag down my throat.

After hogtying me like Uncle Jay, Bob ordered David to stay downstairs
while he "got things under control" upstairs. It must have been dirt early
in the morning because I didn't hear the cartoons running on the TV
upstairs when Bob went up the stairs and opened the door. I could hear the
floorboards creaking as he snuck across the living room and into Linda's
bedroom.

Bob must have gotten her completely by surprise because there was no
screams and barely even a struggle. I could hear Bob barking at her but it
wasn't loud enough for me to make out much of what he was saying. However,
I could tell he was threatening her not to scream and stuff. There was a
brief moment when I heard her starting to beg but it was quickly halted by
a loud slap.

Then, for the longest time it was quiet. I could still hear noises but
they were very low. David must have been curious also at what was going on
because he tiptoed to the stairwell and then quietly went up. Bob had told
him to stay in the basement so he didn't dare go through the door. He just
stayed at the top of the stairs just inside the basement.

The silence lasted for about 10 minutes. I can only guess that Bob had
been involved in some kind of foreplay because the next sounds I heard were
of Bob mounting s*s. They were still quiet enough that you probably
couldn't hear them from outside unless you were standing right next to the
house. However, their noise was significantly louder than it had been just
moments earlier. I could distinctly hear Linda's small bed squeaking as
Bob viciously humped into her. Bob was being just as hard on her as he
always was with me. Every squeak was followed by a loud grunt from Linda
as Bob thrust into her.

I knew Bob wasn't 100 percent gay, but it surprised me that he liked
taking his granddaughter this much. He fucked her for over 30 minutes
before he finally came to a stop. About 20 minutes later, however, the
squeaking started all over again. This time, however, Linda's squeals were
much louder. It was pretty obvious that he was taking her anally this
time.

The anal fuck lasted a very long time before Bob finished. He hadn't
had his fill yet though and was back on her about an hour later. This
pattern went on for half the day. I'm pretty sure that Bob took s*s up the
ass every time after that first fuck. Not that I paid that much attention
after the 3rd time. She was my sister and I worried a little about her but
after awhile it just got, well, boring to listen to them.

Even David got bored and came back down the steps. To break the boredom
David decided to fuck his brother a few times. He was still too scared to
touch me though. While he might be too chicken shit to fuck me, I was
still pretty certain he wouldn't go out of his way to help me.

David's lack of obedience to me was upsetting. However, I fully
understood it and didn't really hold it against him. He was a slave and
Bob had clearly taken on the role as master. After having seen all the
nasty things Bob had done to me, I didn't blame David in the slightest for
his inability to consider me a master anymore. In fact, while Bob would no
doubt always remain his master, it probably wouldn't be long before David
considered himself the master over me.

I laid there most of the day crying at the fact that freedom had seemed
so close only to be snatched away. No, I had not been freed; there had
just been a management restructuring is all.

8.

The following few days were, well, exciting. I know that sounds bad but
when you are in isolation so long then even the slightest change in your
daily routine is exciting.

Bob spent that entire first day playing with Linda upstairs. However,
the following day he spent working. First, he and David fixed the cage.
With the amount of work they put into bending the bar back into place I
think it would have been easier to just cut it off and go buy a new one.

Something told me, however, that money was running short. Whenever they
happened to be eating something downstairs or I heard them talking about
preparing something, it always seemed to be no better than what Bob had
been eating while living in the cage with me.

In fact, one of the first things I heard them discuss was about David
going out and finding a job. After being a captive for well over a half
year, David was more than willing to comply. He must have succeeded
because it wasn't but a couple days later and the house filled with the
aroma of home cooked meals. While this was good for them, it was torture
for me since they were still feeding me dog food. The dog food never
seemed to agree with my stomach but I was already pretty used to that.
Though, the smells from upstairs did bring back memories of better times.

That is not to say that life in the cage didn't improve for me. It
actually improved 1,000 fold. First off, my mitts were finally removed.
While wearing the mitts I constantly tried to wiggle my fingers a little so
the blood would circulate and the muscles would not get too weak. However,
when the mitts were finally removed it took me over 2 days before I could
finally extend my fingers flat out again. My hands had been kept in a fist
so long that the joints and muscles had tightened up in that state. It was
a very painful couple days but I finally managed to get my full use of them
again.

Another exciting change was that my status in the cage took a full 180.
The mitts were put on Jay and now he was the slave and I was the one in
control. Bob didn't have to threaten me to get me to play my role either.
I punished Jay every chance I got and fucked his asshole and throat
whenever I could get hard. I'm not gay but I have to admit that I enjoyed
fucking Jay since I knew he hated it so much. It was also very sweet
revenge.

I was very tempted to kill Jay as part of that revenge. However, I just
couldn't bring myself to do it. I hated him but I also understood why he
did what he did. He was just trying to get his sister and lover back. I
would have done no less had someone hidden Linda from me. Besides, if I
killed him then Joey and I would be the only two left to entertain Bob. At
least this way Jay took the brunt of our daily activities.

While life had gotten significantly easier for me, there were still
shitty things I had to put up with. For example, Bob often came downstairs
and made me suck him off. Sometimes he would make me ride the dildos and
vibrators also. While he seemed to like sticking his dick up s*s and Jay,
I think Bob still liked fucking me the most. I was much younger than Jay
and unlike s*s, I was a boy which Bob clearly preferred.

Bob fucked Joey a few times but for the most part left him to his other
son David. I think Bob only fucked Joey so he could claim he did it.
Well, I doubt he was bragging about it to anyone other than himself. I
knew that some nights Bob would fuck David upstairs. So, once he got up
David's asshole then Joey became a sort of milestone for Bob. Once he took
Joey it meant he had fucked all his sons. This was something only someone
like Bob would get pride from.

Believe it or not, after a week of this I actually started to feel
content in my new life in the cage. As long as Jay continued to take most
of the harsher treatments then I honestly felt I could be somewhat happy
living the rest of my life caged up like this. A part of me had clearly
broken and I had not even noticed. Even then I didn't even realize there
was something wrong with my new acceptance of the cage.

Of course I still thought about escape sometimes. I mean you couldn't
help but think of that and a thousand other things. I know sometimes I
make it sound like a ton of sex and stuff was going on in the basement,
however, all of that really only occupied maybe 3 to 5 hours a day at most.
That is a shit load of sex but that still left 12 to 14 fucking long hours
in between when we were awake and just sitting there doing nothing. Go sit
in your fucking basement for just 1 hour and see if your mind doesn't
wonder also.

When I did think of escape I normally did so more for Linda's behalf and
not just my own. Had they brought s*s to the basement and tossed her in
the cage with me then I probably would have tossed out all thoughts of
escape since I would be able to look out for her a little better then.
However, that is not what they did. They kept her upstairs all the time.
Bob and David used her at least twice as often as they did Jay, Joey and I
combined.

The first week I think they had her tied or chained to her bed because
you never heard her roaming around the house and whenever they had sex with
her it was always in her bed.

I guess Bob got tired of feeding her and emptying her bedpan all the
time when David was at work; because around the 2nd week they obtained a
long chain. I could hear it sliding across the hard wood floors, as she
would make her way from room to room.

Bob must have figured she was significantly broken in now because he had
her cooking their food, cleaning the house, washing the dishes, etc.
Broken in or not, they still gave her more than her share of dick.

It was almost funny in a sick sort of way. While Jay was in charge
Linda was so desperate for dick that she had to sneak around to get it.
Now with Bob in charge she had cum running out her ears practically.

During all of this s*s and I had a birthday. I was both shocked and
depressed when Bob informed me of this. This meant I had been in the cage
significantly longer than I had previously calculated.

This meant that I was now 15 and s*s was 12. I remember thinking on
s*s's last birthday that I would fuck her cunt for the first time when she
turned 12. As it turned out, that is exactly what I got to do; though, the
circumstances were nothing like I would have ever imagined at the time.

I first knew something was up when Linda's mattress came sliding down
the basement stairwell. Bob and David then pulled it into the room and
laid it on the ground a few feet away from the cage.

The mattress was riddled with stains and reeked of cum. It wouldn't
surprise me if they decided to just leave it down here so it wouldn't stink
up the house anymore upstairs. From what I could tell, all three of them
now slept in the master bedroom together anyway. That in mind, it's more
likely the mattress would end up staying down here simply because they were
too lazy to get it back up the steps.

Bob went back upstairs for a moment and returned with s*s. He was also
carrying a paper bag with something in it but that was not out of the
ordinary at the time. I often seen David or Bob bring something down
stairs or take something up. They were so fucking unorganized that you
would sometimes see one of them take something upstairs only to see them
bring it back down 30 minutes later, then take it back upstairs 30 minutes
after that. The record to date was a bag of old clothes that took 5 trips
to and from the basement in less than a 2-hour span.

My focus now, though was on s*s and not the bag. This was the first
time I had seen her since the night she had snuck down stairs so long ago.
She looked a lot better than I had expected. As harsh as they had been
treating her upstairs I expected her to be half dead. However, she looked
rather healthy with all things considered. A part of me actually felt
thankful toward Bob for ensuring Linda stayed in better shape than the now
ratty mattress he so frequently fucked her on.

She was naked of course and I could tell her breasts had developed a
little bit since the last time I had seen her. They were still pretty
small but at least now they looked like girl tits. She had small bruises
on her here and there but nothing too serious. It looked like most of them
were just from Bob being a little rough while fucking her.

Her ass cheeks and chest were pretty red. This was no surprise though
since I had heard Bob using a belt on her earlier. Still, I couldn't help
but feel a little sorry for her. Bob seemed to use any excuse to whip the
poor girl. At least the daily spankings I used to give her were for
something she knew she actually deserved to be punished for.

It just wasn't right for him to hand out such harsh frequent punishments
to her just because he felt like it. Even a submissive like Linda needs to
be given a legit reason for such vast punishments or it confuses them and
messes up their training. But then, I doubt Bob was worrying too much
about training her. He had food and beer in the fridge now and plenty of
ass, that was about the extent of his worries.

"So you're 12 now," Bob said as he pushed her onto the mattress. "I
think it's time you got your birthday spanking. I think 10 for each year
should be about right."

"No!" Jay and I said in unison.

I don't know about Jay but my outburst had been completely instinctive.
She was going to get the belt regardless of what I said and I knew speaking
out like that would only make things worse for both her and I. Jay and I
both coward back from the cage bars when we seen Bob scowl our direction.

"Don't worry, I'll save enough for you," Bob laughed.

A part of me prayed he was talking to Jay. But considering it was my
birthday I was pretty certain the comment was for my benefit.

"You know what happens when you don't assume the proper position," Bob
calmly said to Linda who was currently in the fetal position on the
mattress.

I had no idea what would happen if she failed to get into position but
it must have been pretty bad because Linda frantically got up on her hands
and knees and then lowered her face to the mattress.

I tried to control my body but I couldn't help but get hard when I seen
s*s posed like that. Even with the impending doom of the belt hanging over
my head I couldn't help but get horny. This was the first time I had seen
a naked girl in a very long time and even then I was too humiliated to get
any enjoyment out of it.

s*s was facing away from the cage so I seen no problem in having a
little fun with Jay. I grabbed a hand full of his hair and turned him
around so he could take care of my "little" problem. Before shoving his
face down to my dick I noticed that his dick was hard as well. His moral
standings might have prevented him from fucking his daughter but it was
clear at least one part of him wanted too.

Jay was an extremely accomplished cock sucker and I only had to give the
gentlest of pressure on his head to get him to start deep throating me. I
almost came down Jay's throat when Bob landed the first blow with the belt.
Linda let out the most adorable yelp that made my dick lurch. My dick
seemed to get harder every time the belt landed and Linda screamed out.
Bob was only on the 19 or 20th blow when I came.

I have to admit that after my climax ended I did feel a little guilty
for getting such pleasure from Linda's torment. Giving her 120 hits with a
belt could only be considered torture in my book. Doing it so soon after a
previous whipping was totally unacceptable. Not that Bob cared what I
considered unacceptable.

Still, I had Jay continue to suck on my dick in hopes that it might cut
some of the edge off what I was being made to watch. I just wished someone
could do the same for Linda. She was crying up a storm after the first
hit. She peed herself by the 50th hit. By the time Bob reached 75 she
looked like she was about to pass out. I think her ass went numb or
something because from 80 to 100 she barely screamed at all.

Bob stopped at 100 though. At first I thought he had lost count or was
thinking of giving her mercy. However, he had other plans.

"Next position," Bob ordered.

It took Linda a moment to comply in her woozy condition but she managed
to get up on her knees. She groaned in pain as she let her sore ass cheeks
settle down on the backs of her legs and feet.

"I want a puppy," Linda said as she sat there trying to hide her breasts
with her hands.

"Oh no, that ship has already sailed," Bob laughed in response. "You
had your chance for that earlier today. If you are a good girl though I
might open that option back up to you another day."

The conversation was obviously about something I was not privy too. I
couldn't tell if "puppy" was a code word for something or if she meant an
actual dog. She was trying to barter with it though so it's possible Bob
punished her earlier in the day because she would not willingly ask to have
sex with a dog. I was just grabbing at strings though.

Whatever Linda was trying to offer, it didn't work. She started crying
even harder as she forced herself to move her hands away from her breasts.
She had barely gotten them out of range when the belt whistled through the
air and landed hard against both of her tits. Her hands instinctively shot
back to her breasts to protect them.

She knew better though so she quickly moved them away again. This time
she put them behind her back and locked her hands together to help keep
from trying to protect her breasts again.

"That one doesn't count," Bob informed her.

Linda didn't look a bit surprised so my guess is that moving her hands
to her breasts like that always resulted in a penalty.

I cringed each time the belt landed on her breasts and nipples. Bob was
hitting her almost twice as hard as I ever did while whipping her breasts.
She was feeling every one of them too. Most of the hits seemed to hurt so
much that when they landed she would open her mouth but was in too much
pain to even scream. Her eyes would be wide and her mouth would be open
but the next blow was landing before she could get any sound to come out.

Jay managed to keep me hard but I was too shocked by the severity of the
blows to actually cum again. On the final blow Bob reared back like he was
going to swing hard enough to rip her tits off. However, the actually
swing turned out to be even lighter than the ones prior. I think he was
just trying to see if he could get Linda to flinch away and earn additional
hits.

After he was done Bob just looked down at s*s and stared at her tiny
breasts. The belt had made her chest such a bright red that it looked like
the blood would start oozing out of her pores at any moment.

When he was finally bored at looking at her he pushed her to the side
with his foot. I did the same with Jay when I seen Bob head toward our
cage door. I was surprised when he didn't bother cuffing me before letting
me out. With my hands and feet free I knew this was my greatest chance at
escape.

It's probably impossible to calculate such a thing, but if I had to put
a number on it I would say I had about a 5 percent chance of escaping. Bob
looked a little drunk but both David and he were much bigger than me and
definitely better nourished. Still, 5 percent was better than zero, which
is what my odds had been in the past months.

Still, I just couldn't get the balls to make a break for it. I felt
like such a pussy. Not only was this my best chance at escape but Bob was
about to viciously whip me with a belt if I stayed. I guess I am a glass
is 95 percent empty kind of guy. Instead of looking at the 5 percent
chance of freedom I was considering the 95 percent chance of not making it
and having life in my cage get significantly worse for the foreseeable
future. All I could will myself to do was obey Bob's orders and crawl up
on the mattress and get into my first position.

s*s was still too busy crying to look my way, but I still made sure I
was facing away from her when I put the side of my face to the mattress.
This spanking was going to be bad enough without the embarrassment of
looking her in the eye.

Like s*s, Bob didn't hold back when he brought the belt down on me. Jay
whipped me a lot but this was the first time Bob took a belt to me. If I
got to choose I would pick Jay any day.

It wasn't just how hard Bob whipped me but the manner in which he did
it. Sometimes he would land it across both cheeks and others he would bring
it down on just one to ensure I felt the full power of the swing. Other
times, however, he would angle the swing so the end of the belt would wrap
down around my ass cheek and slam against my balls. These swings were the
absolute worst pain imaginable. The end of the belt hit my nuts so hard
that it made me feel like puking.

I prayed that someone was keeping count because my brain was too busy
dealing with the pain to worry about numbers. I'm ashamed to say that by
the time Bob stopped I was crying like a baby and begging for mercy.

"That was just 130, you still have 20 more," Bob informed me. "Time for
a new position."

I tried to stop my tears and look strong as I got up and turned their
direction. Like s*s, I moaned in pain as I knelt and settled back on my
ass cheeks. This apparently wasn't the position Bob wanted me in because
he reached out with his foot and pushed me backward. I was confused but
laid down on my back like he apparently wanted me.

"Tie him down," Bob told David.

The two must have preplanned this part because David already had a
length of twine in his hands. I was even more confused when David didn't
go to my feet or hands. Instead, he wrapped the twine around my waist
tight and tied the two ends together. I was having a really hard time
trying to figure out what he was doing until he pulled up on the twine and
angled my still hard dick under it. The twine was about half way down the
length of my dick when David let go of it. With my dick now pinned down
against my stomach I knew what Bob had planned for me.

"No," I begged as Bob raised the belt and took careful aim.

I looked on in disbelief as the belt flew through the air and then down
across my dick and stomach. I was still screaming when he brought it down
a 2nd time. The blows came down so fast that I went into one continuous
scream. Bob slowly moved around me as he brought the belt down. This
ensured he hit every inch of my private parts to include a few more hits on
my balls.

Thankfully, David had mercy on me and held my hands down during all of
this. Otherwise I am positive I would have earned myself extra hits from
trying to protect myself.

When Bob finally finished and David let go of me I looked down expecting
to see a bloody mess. I was certain Bob had whipped the skin off my dick.
Surprisingly, everything seemed intact. Though, my dick was rather red and
swollen.

It was still stinging so bad that my first instinct was to grab it.
Don't ask me what I planned to do once I got hold of it though. I guess
the logical thing would have been to rub it but that would just keep me
hard which would prolong the pain since being hard stretched the skin.

When I grabbed my dick, however, the pain got twice as bad. It was one
of those pains you felt you had to do something to sooth, but every time I
tried to do that it just made it worse. It was like trying to put a fire
out with a bucket of gasoline.

Finally, I realized that Linda probably had the best idea, so I just
curled up on the mattress and cried. Bob joked with David for a minute at
my expense and then decided to proceed with the party. I thought for sure
we were done but as it turns out we were nowhere near finished.

"Mount the bitch," Bob ordered.

I looked back at Bob in confusion. I couldn't tell if he meant for
David to fuck me; or him to fuck s*s; or for me to fuck s*s. David wasn't
moving and Bob was staring at me, so I guessed he wanted me to fuck Linda.

I didn't have that many good dreams these days but when they did come to
me in the night they were almost always of s*s. However, I knew this fuck
would involve a lot more pain than pleasure. I was starting to wish I
hadn't used Jay's throat earlier. It would take me twice as long to cum
now.

Though, if I knew then what I did now I probably still would have fucked
his throat. It would be worth the extra pain just to knock that bastard
down another peg. This was the first time Linda had a chance to see Jay
being used as a slave. As her father I knew this had to have had a major
impact on him; even if he knew Linda was a little preoccupied at the time.

Linda and I both groaned as we moved into position. There was no
comfortable way to do this for either of us so I decided to just take her
in the missionary position. I made sure that I had her angled so when I
mounted her I could look directly at Jay. The pain on his face while he
watched me pump his daughter would help make me cum faster.

After thinking about it, taking her doggy style probably would have been
a little less painful and would have added to Jay's humiliation even more
since she would be looking at him as well. Still, this position would more
than suffice.

When I was about to line up my dick I noticed something I hadn't
earlier. The mound around her pussy was red and swollen just like my dick.
The fucking sadistic asshole had made the end of the belt land on her pussy
several times. I had seen a couple hit there but he had apparently landed
at least 20 on her groin.

I've never really eaten a pussy before. The thought doesn't disgust me,
it's just not something I feel is appropriate for a master to do to a
slave. Yet, right now I would have gladly kissed and licked Linda's cunt if
I thought it might sooth her pain. I knew it wouldn't though so I just
crawled up over her and lined my dick up with her hole.

I have this little habit when I'm about to fuck a girl. I like to rub
the head of my dick up and down her slit a few times. I started doing it
way back as a means to ensure the girl was wet and ready. Of course, even
if the girl isn't ready I still shove my dick up her. But at least I have
an idea of how fast to go without taking the skin off my dick.

While I was pretty certain Linda wasn't that wet, I decided to forgo
this little procedure to save her and I at least a little discomfort. She
still groaned in pain and gripped my shoulders hard when I forced the head
of my dick in her. I could tell she was loose enough to take me now, but
it was still a pretty tight fit.

Up until this point, the pain had been pretty minimal for me since the
belt had only struck the head of my dick once. An inch past that, however,
I found myself groaning even louder than s*s. I could hear Bob laughing
and joking about our predicament. I could hear David chuckle from time to
time but I could tell he was only laughing to please Bob.

I don't know if it was the heat or her body or possibly salt from her
sweat, but my dick seemed to sting even more as I slid into her. I knew
the friction would hurt but it just seemed to hurt way more than I
expected.

Bob wasn't yelling at us to hurry up so I took my time. However, when I
was about half way in I suddenly felt what seemed to be liquid fire splash
onto my already aching left ass cheek. The pain was extreme and it caused
me to shoot forward. This only caused more pain to come from my front. I
was buried all the way up Linda's cunt though before I could stop myself.

Linda and I both let out a short scream of pain. I quickly glanced back
to see what had happened to my ass. I couldn't see it all, but it looked
like something shiny red had been thickly painted on part of my ass cheek.
Even as I was trying to work out what was going on I seen something red
drop down from above me and paint the other cheek. I screamed again as the
liquid fire stabbed into my ass. I looked up above me to see Bob holding a
large red candle. The fucker was pouring candle wax on me!

"You can't have a birthday party without candles," Bob laughed. "The
sooner you blow your wad the sooner I'll let you blow out the candle."

The next splash went between my ass cheeks and ran across my asshole.
The pain was so intense that for a second I was so close to passing out
that my vision even dimmed. My dick still hurt like hell but I forced
myself to start sliding in and out of s*s. I hoped that if I started
pumping her good that he would at least stop pouring wax on me. He didn't
though. If anything he seemed to pour even more on me.

He didn't just drip it on my sore ass either. He was dripping it almost
everywhere. He kind of worked his way up my body until he reached my
shoulders and then went downward again. One of the worst was when he
reached my feet. I never realized how sensitive the soles of your feet
are. With all the walking we do you would think they would be practically
invulnerable. The pain from the wax there, however, was very extreme.

I think he got tired of hearing me scream because he started working on
s*s instead. Luckily for her she didn't have very many targets he could
reach. The first splash on her happened out of my sight but there was no
doubt it had happened. She let out a loud scream and her cunt squeezed my
dick like a vice. This was followed by several more screams before I
realized he was pouring it on her raised feet and toes.

I heard him walk away and thought he was done torturing us. He came
back though a minute later carrying the candle and a spoon. I was
horrified at the thought of him trying to make us eat the hot wax. That
isn't what the spoon was for though. With me hovering over her he just
didn't have a clear shot at her chest. So, he spooned the hot wax out of
the top of the candle and brought it quickly below me and poured it on her
chest. I have no idea how she managed to keep from passing out when he did
this. The pain had to be twice as bad as anything he had done to me.

He didn't stop with just one spoon full either. He kept spooning it
onto her tits until they were one big red mass of wax. As she screamed she
kept looking from Bob to me for mercy. She wanted Bob to stop and knew my
cumming was the only way for that to happen.

After her tits were covered with wax he put the candle down for a moment
and started slapping the wax off from us with a belt. The hits were
nothing compared to before but they still hurt like hell. He even had me
kneel back for a moment so he could use the belt a few times on Linda's
chest.

Once most of the wax was off from us he picked up the candle and started
all over again. He was working on Linda's tits again when I finally
managed to cum. I felt bad for s*s but I am ashamed to admit that it was
her screams of pain more than anything else that made me climax.

Bob must have been bored with us because after he verified Linda
actually had cum leaking out of her, he ordered me back into my cage. To
my surprise, he then ordered Linda to crawl in with me.

"She's your gift till morning," Bob informed me. "You better get as
much use out of her as you can because it will probably be another year
before you get the chance again."

It was all one big joke to Bob though. He knew I wouldn't make it
through the night without fucking her at least once or twice more. He got
off on the idea of me trying to force my sore dick up her.

9.

s*s and I cuddled in the cage for the longest time after David and Bob
went back upstairs. Bob kept the basement warm 24/7 so our cuddling wasn't
for warmth. I think it just felt good for both of us to be held by someone
we cared about for a change.

I got the feeling that Jay and Linda were not on the best terms because
Linda didn't try to talk to him or encourage him to cuddle with us. I know
Jay still loved her with all his heart, but I think Linda wasn't too happy
to find out her uncle was also her father.

As slutty as she is, you would never guess that my mom was actually
pretty religious. Like most parents she tried to force it onto us as well.
It clearly never took on me but some of it had with Linda. She wasn't a
born again or anything that drastic but she knew that having sex with your
brother or sister was a very bad thing.

She may cum on my dick but you could always tell she was disgusted
whenever I forced her to have sex with me. Of course, it wouldn't have
been half as fun if she wasn't like this. So, I could only imagine how
upsetting it was for her to find out that she was the product of an i****t
relationship. In time I'm sure she could come to forgive Jay and mom but
that time wasn't coming any time soon.

At first I think s*s and I were too embarrassed to speak. After about
an hour, however, we started chatting like crazy. We kept our
conversations in whispers though. My reason for the whispers was that I
figured Bob was still listening via the **********era. I think Linda's
reasons centered more around not letting Jay hear us.

It had been months since we spoke last. She did most of the talking
though. I had plenty of shit that had happened to me during that time but
none of it was anything I would ever talk about to her. I did get her to
talk about some of her sexual escapades though.

She confirmed that she had indeed snuck into Uncle David and Joey's room
several times before Jay found out and brought them downstairs. She had
also snuck out of the house three times to have sex with some of the
neighborhood boys that had used her in the past.

I didn't want to spoil the time we had together so I didn't harp on her
for not going to the police or asking others for help. I knew that no
matter what her answer was it would end up upsetting both her and I. So,
we stuck to the safer areas of conversation.

I asked her a little bit about her more recent activities upstairs but
she was very uncomfortable with speaking about it. I did find out her
chain did give her access to many areas of the house. However, Bob seldom
let her go long without supervision.

"You owe all of this to your old man there," I said when Linda started
crying about some of the things Bob had done to her.

This comment I said loud enough for Jay to hear and he looked over at
us. I could tell he was itching to debate the fault with me but didn't
dare. I decided to punish him anyway just for looking at me with such a
nasty expression on his face.

I leaned back against the bars of our cage and then pulled Linda up so
she was sitting in my lap, facing away from me, with my dick angling up and
over her stomach. She stiffened up in my arms as I positioned her like
this. Part of her fear I think was the possible pain we had felt earlier.
However, it had been well over an hour and most of the soreness was leaving
our bodies. So, I think she was even more scared that it might feel too
good. The last thing she wanted was for Jay to witness her cumming on my
dick after so harshly judging him and mom for their i****tuous activities.

"What are you looking at ******?" I told Jay. "Get down there and clean
that mess up."

There was a large pool of cum and cunt juice where Linda had been
sitting just seconds prior. Jay looked down at it and then back at me with
tears in his eyes. Despite his vast background, I'm sure this was going to
be one of the hardest things he had ever done. He knew that if he obeyed
me that he would no doubt loose his daughter forever. He had already lost
her love, now he would loose what little respect she had for him as well.
Despite all the things he had done to me, I actually felt a little sorry
for him. I knew this had to be done though so I didn't cancel the order.

For a moment I thought he might actually disobey me. He knew he would
end up doing it anyway, but by disobeying he could at least save some face
in front of his daughter. At the same time he also knew that the
punishment would be severe. He started crying like a *********** as he
made up his decision and crawled forward and started slurping his daughter
and I off the floor.

"Ew," I heard s*s whisper as she watched him sucking our juices up.

She had sucked up similar juices in the past but I think it grossed her
out more knowing that it was her father now doing it.

Jay must have heard her because he blushed profusely. He didn't stop
though until the floor was spotless. He knelt up in his standard slave
position once he was done but he couldn't bring himself to look up at our
faces.

"There's more where that came from," I informed him.

I don't think this command surprised him any. He just crawled over to
us without saying a word. I grabbed a fist full of his hair and guided his
tongue and lips up and down my sore dick. It actually felt pretty soothing
with him gently licking at it.

Linda stayed quiet as she watched Jay clean my dick off. Who knows what
thoughts were actually running through her head. I think one of them
though must have related to how good it would feel for daddy to lick her
love button because when it looked like he was about done with me she slide
a little to the right in my lap and spread her legs further so Jay could
get easier access to her cunt.

Linda tried to hold back but it wasn't long and she was making little
cooing sounds as Jay licked up and down her slit. I noticed he kept his
lips tight around his tongue so he wouldn't get any more of her flavor in
his mouth than was necessary. I let him get away with this for a minute
before I told him to ensure he got all my cum out of her.

It was after this command that he finally looked up into my eyes in
protest. He quickly looked down again though when he was met with Linda's
face staring down at him. The wimp started crying again as he lowered his
face to her cunt once more and sealed his lips to it.

"Oh!" Linda let out when Jay applied suction to her cunt.

I was glad to hear that her outburst was closer to pleasure than pain. I
even noted she made a few very minor pelvic thrusts as her dad drank from
her cunt. This told me that she wouldn't be in too much agony as I fucked
her.

I knew that any cum that had not leaked out of s*s already was probably
deep inside her. So, I made Jay suck at her cunt for a good 2 minutes.
During that time I saw him take several swallows. The first swallow looked
to be of reasonable size. However, I think the rest were mainly just small
swallows of his spit and Linda's cunt juice.

"That's good enough," I told him. "Now line me up."

I almost came when I looked down and seen the look on Jay's face. There
was something about the sad look in his eyes that told me that I had just
broken him. I had been working on him for days now but I was still a bit
disappointed that he had broken so soon. I hoped that he would last at
least a couple months. He has been broken several times in his life though
and I guess it just gets easier every time.

Still, playing with him from this point further just wouldn't be as fun
now that he has pretty much given in to his fate. Sure, he will keep my
dick wet but it just won't be as exciting. Maybe I will keep him in this
state for a month or so and then start treating him like an equal. You
know, let him come back to reality. Then, right when he's getting his man
hood back I can dunk him under again. I could make a bit of a game out of
it, see how far I can dunk him under each time. Each cycle would probably
take 6 months or more but what was time in the cage? If anything, it would
help keep me entertained.

s*s reached up and grabbed the bars above us. She then pulled herself
up and waited for Jay to line my dick up with her cunt. Jay's leather
mitts felt very sensual as he struggled to line me up without the use of
his fingers.

Linda was getting a bit impatient as her father fumbled around with my
dick. She kept trying to move her hips in order to capture my dick head as
it would slide too far to the left or right across her cunt mound.

"Hurry up," Linda told Jay.

I don't think she meant to say it out loud though because she blushed
right afterward. s*s really was starting to take after her mother. Just
like mom, if you made s*s do something sexual she always acted at first
like it was going to kill her. However, part way into it and she started
leaking more oil than Uncle David's car. Once that happened you
practically had to throw a bucket of cold water on her to get her to stop.
I'm sure it was more her training taking hold than it was genetics, but it
was still fun to watch every time.

"Mmm," Linda moaned when she finally managed to capture my dick with her
cunt.

She must have had a serious itch deep insider her because it took her no
time at all to sink most of the way down on my dick. I was very impressed
when I seen 3/4ths of my dick sticking inside her. I then remembered all
of her time with grandpa. Unlike me, Bob wasn't the sensitive type. I
hadn't actually seen him fuck her yet but I knew from her yells that he was
always pounding her as deep and hard as he could.

While it was a little bit of a turn on thinking about how much Bob had
stretched her out, I couldn't help but be concerned he might have done
damage to her insides. She didn't seem to be in any pain now though, so if
there was damage I doubt it was anything life threatening.

My dick felt a little raw from the belt earlier, but Linda's cunt still
felt like heaven. She was moaning like crazy as she fucked herself up and
down on my dick. She started to get too carried away so I put my hands on
her hips to slow her down. I think she was nearing a climax, because she
let out a small whine when I made her slow down.

I could feel her cunt juice starting to run down my dick and across my
balls. I motioned for Jay to crawl back between our legs. He may be
broken, but it didn't mean I couldn't push him under a little bit further.
He started crying again so I was pretty sure I was making some additional
progress with him. Once he got into place I grabbed his hair and pulled
his face to my balls so he could lick his daughter off me.

To throw some salt on the wound I reached up and grabbed one of Linda's
hands. Once I got her to let go of the bar above, I guided it to the back
of Jay's head. She latched onto him right away. I let go of Jay and
watched as best as I could as Linda guided his mouth up the length of my
dick until he reached her cunt.

Linda and I froze mid fuck as we savored the feel of Jay's tongue
slithering back and forth around our juncture. My father must have made
Jay do this before because he definitely knew what he was doing. He would
run his tongue back and forth from the bottom of my dick all the way up to
Linda's clit. The best part was when he would push his face in tight
against us and fuck his tongue into Linda's cunt tight against the side of
my dick.

He was doing an outstanding job but you could tell he hated every minute
of it. Of course, that is what made it even better. I did notice though
that he continued to perform even after Linda removed her hand from his
head and grabbed the bar again.

We let Jay feed at our juncture for 15 minutes at least. During that
time Linda would sometimes interrupt his efforts so she could hump up and
down on my dick a few times. I couldn't tell if she was doing this for her
own pleasure of if she was just trying to give her father some fresh juice
to lick up.

All good things must come to an end though. So, I used my grip on
Linda's hips to get her to go back into a full humping motion on my dick.
Once she started humping Jay just held his head pretty still against the
side of my dick so that it would swipe against his daughter's clit each
time she humped down on me. Needless to say, she went pretty wild once she
realized she got this little treat every time she sunk down on me. I had
to wonder how many times Jay had performed this very act while my father
fucked his sister.

"Shit!" Linda cried out when her climax finally hit.

You could just tell this was one of the best climaxes Linda had
experienced. She sounded almost like an a****l as it washed over her.
Right when it seemed like she had peaked she seemed to shoot up even
higher. I think this even surprised her because she let out a stream of
piss. I couldn't see it, but I could tell she was pissing on her father's
face as he continued to try to lick at us. I went over the edge myself
when I heard Jay gagging as he tried to swallow the piss.

"What a slut," I grunted as I shot my load up Linda's cunt.

To be honest, my brain was such a whirlwind of pleasure at the time that
I don't even know for sure who I was talking too when I said it. Was I
calling s*s a slut for pissing on her father or was I calling Jay one for
drinking it? I guess it was a little of both.

As Linda and I settled down she let go of the bars above her and I
pulled her back against me and held her in my arms. I gave her a light
kiss on the cheek but we didn't say anything. We just leaned back like
that and listened to Jay cry as he waited for me to take my dick out of
Linda so he could get the rest of his meal for the day.

10.

Bob didn't seem too happy when he came down to the basement the
following day. He must have watched the tape from the **********era and
seen all the fun Linda and I had. I don't think he expected the pain from
the belt to wear off so fast. He probably expected to see 7+ hours of
video of Linda and I in agony as we tried to fuck each other with our sore
genitals.

He tried to act like he didn't have a care in the world but you could
tell that he was disappointed that his plan had failed. Little did he
know, his little plan backfiring was the least of his mistakes when he put
s*s in the cage with me.

Linda gave me a quick kiss on the lips after Bob handcuffed my hands
around one of the bars and started to open our cage. Linda willingly
crawled out of the cage but it wasn't fast enough for Bob and he grabbed
her by the hair and pulled her out. After locking our cage and removing my
cuffs he grabbed Linda by the hair again and started walking as fast as he
could. She stumbled behind him as best she could as he led her up the
stairs.

Bob barely got her up the steps before he started r****g her. He even
left the basement door open so I could clearly hear him humping in and out
of her. She was groaning pretty loud so I think he was taking her in the
asshole dry.

This lasted for only 10 minutes before he came. He shut the door after
that but I could hear him getting the chain on Linda's ankle again.
Shortly after that I heard the chain rattling around as she went about her
daily chores of cleaning and cooking.

Then, about 4 hours after he had dragged s*s back upstairs, life in the
cage ended for me. It ended just as fast as it had started, and
ironically, by the same means.

The night before while I held s*s tight in my arms I whispered more than
just sweet nothings into her ear. I told her of my hidden stash of pills.
I didn't have that many d**gs in the house, but the ones I did have were
not something I would want Linda or my uncles to get their hands on. They
were pills Mike, my doctor friend, had provided. I doubt a d**g dog would
recognize them but that didn't mean they were legal. There was a bottle of
sick pills; one bottle had the antidote; one bottle had an enhanced version
of a popular **** d**g; and the final, and most important bottle for our
plan, contained a strong sleep agent.

You would be surprised how hard it is to find a good hiding place in
your house. I actually kept the pill bottles in several places before I
found one that I was certain Linda wouldn't intentionally or accidentally
find. David's main bathroom had one of those metal toilet paper holders
imbedded in the wall. Believe it or not, those metal things are held in
place by just two screws. Or at least this one was. What I did was remove
it from the wall and screwed a tiny eyebolt in the wall stud just inside
the hole off to the side. I then put the pill bottles in a small cloth
drawstring bag and tied the drawstring to the eyebolt. It was pretty damn
low tech but it did the job.

I was pretty impressed that Linda had managed to pull our plan off so
fast. She looked rather skeptical about the plan when I had told it to
her. The plan was simple but did have a few risks. First she had to
smuggle a dull butter knife or something into the bathroom. She had two
adequate holes to smuggle something like that with, but with Bob constantly
watching her it was still a high risk. Plus, what would happen if he
decided to fuck one of those holes before letting her use the restroom?

Bob also liked to watch her piss and shit sometimes. It wasn't often
but she would be fucked if he insisted on watching her shit the knife out.
She got lucky this day, however, and Bob just stuck his dick in her mouth
and made her drink his piss. He then turned and left the room so he
wouldn't have to watch her puke if she got sick.

David was at work for another 3 hours so she had a little privacy once
Bob got out of site. The chain prevented the door from being shut though
so she had to work fast once she recovered the butter knife.

She said she almost pissed herself when she heard Bob walking back
toward the bathroom only 2 minutes later. She still had the toilet roll
holder and the pill bottles lying on the floor and knew she was caught.
She quickly grabbed two of the sleeping pills and walked out of the
bathroom to meet him. Luckily, he didn't decide to go any further toward
the bathroom to look around. He also didn't notice that Linda kept her
fist closed as she walked back to the living room.

From there it was just a matter of time before he had her go get him a
fresh beer. She opened it as she walked back and in dropped the two pills.
They were very strong and even uncrushed it didn't take but a few minutes
for them to dissolve enough to knock him out.

Getting loose was cake since Bob kept the key for the cage and Linda's
chain on a necklace he made from a thin strip of leather. Jay looked up
hopefully as Linda opened the cage and I crawled out. I just smiled back
at him and shut the door in his face. He looked disappointed but not
overly surprised.

Even if I knew how long the d**gs worked, I had no way of knowing how
much of it Bob had actually drank. So, I cuffed his hands as soon as I got
to his sleeping fat body. A part of me wanted to slit the fucker's throat.
But, all things considered, he really didn't treat me all that bad once he
got free of the cage. So, I was pretty sure that most of the poor
treatment I got from him while we were both in the cage was in order to
gain Jay's trust. Of course, it is possible that by the time he got free
of the cage Bob was just tired of abusing me and that is why he tapered
back. Regardless, I just didn't think I had it in me to kill him. There
was only one person in my life that I think I had the willpower to kill,
but that wasn't anyone involved in this story.

I almost ended up killing Bob anyway as I struggled to drag his fat ass
back down the basement stairs. I lost my grip toward the bottom and he
slid the last 5 steps and then banged his head on the cement floor. He
didn't hit that hard though and there wasn't any blood or even a bump on
his head.

I couldn't help but laugh as I pushed him back in the cage with Jay. It
was funny how often management restructuring seemed to happen in this
household. I had no ambition to hold the management position for long
though. I just needed a little time to get my head straight before I took
off.

I ended up staying in the house only a week before I left. Despite his
unwillingness to help me in days past, I knew I could still trust David to
follow orders now that I was the one in charge. So, I let him roam
relatively free for that week. Even though I wanted to choke the shit out
of him, I made sure I treated Bob very well during that time. I even told
him in advance that I would be letting him go free within a week or two.

When I felt it was time to leave I bundled Jay up nice and good and
stuffed him in the trunk of my car. I then gave David the key to the cage
with orders to let Bob go. Believe it or not, David was actually happy
about this. David was a well-trained slave that now craved the attention
of a master. With me gone, Bob would provide him with that attention. Bob
would treat him like shit and abuse him in many degrading and very
undignified manners.

Yeah, they were a match made in heaven. David would provide the food
and beer and Bob would provide the treatment both David and Joey had become
accustomed too.

Jay, well he had a completely different future in front of him. I
decided I would give him the one thing he wanted most in this world. I was
going to reunite him with his sister.