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A story for those girls who dream of being kept in chains .. permanently
He groaned as he felt her tongue working its magic on the underside of his cock. She was pressuring her sweet puffy lips, around his ready to explode shaft, with the earnestness he so enjoyed. Her sad yet somehow hopeful eyes peered up at him through some wisps of hair, falling adorably off her slightly scrunched up forehead.
“Oh my sweet fucking slave…You look so fuckin hot princess, with your mouth wrapped around your master’s dick. Hmmmm, yes deeper cunt, suck back your Christmas dinner. Come on slut take it deep…Take me deeper, or else.” He groaned out.
There was a scr****g of metal on the concrete as Ariel, his captive teen slave cunt, shifted about, trying to find a way to raise taller on her bent up and solidly locked left leg. The rigid metal straps dug painfully into her soft thigh’s skin as she awkwardly found a split second of balance.
Ariel looked up again at his stern sweaty face, hoping for him to cum, to erupt in her mouth and jam his cock greedily into her sore throat. This current mouth fucking she was forced to endure, felt like it had been going on for ages. Her neck was raw and stinging from the horrible steel collar abrading her skin. Her endless head bobbing, for the last half hour, having chaffed her delicate neck to the point of bleeding.
She tried her best to take in his thick full length. Her chains rattling nosily around her and mixing with her wet choking slurping sounds as he groaned above her. His hands thankfully perched on his thrusting hips and not painfully grasping her hair or worse, holding some device of pain and punishment.
She still hadn’t felt his balls mashing into her chin or his substantial cock’s head begin to push in and seal up her throat. The tell tale signs that let her know, she was performing her duties as his captive fuck toy properly.
Ariel was about to try for one last, aching full body maneuver. To try and get his full length buried in her throat, when she felt his cock begin to surge in her mouth. The pulse of his semen pushing through his length detected by her cock flattened tongue. The panic building in her mind that she was going to make him cum without her having yet deep throated his ‘mighty shaft’ as he called it.
With his hot tangy cum shooting into her mouth, she tried to raise her head and thrust her mouth down on his length one last time. Semen and saliva poured from the corners of her mouth as she vainly attempted to perform as she must, as she had been painfully trained to do. Her horrendously restrictive chains hindering her attempts at pleasing her captor, her master…
She didn’t even realize it, but as her chains rattled about, she was actually whimpering and moaning pathetically. Her obvious panicked awkward movements had him groaning even harder as he kept up the gyration of his hips. But with a devious slight limitation so that his cock moved ever so slowly backwards. Just so the majority of his slick semen and saliva coated penis, was out of the reach of her searching and grasping mouth.
There was no way his little fuck and suck toy would be able to deep throat him now, he knew. The thought of punishing her, for her poor showing of her cum sucking skills, started to make him all hard again. Even as the last shots of his cum filled her young mouth. Her straining neck and pursed lips now sealed up tight only around his cock’s ample head.
Ariel’s eyes glanced up at him, full of tears. So worried, as she worked hard to swallow the last of his copious hot discharge. Even as he pulled his hips back and settled one of his large hands on the top of her head, she still had her tongue out trying to lap up the last hanging tendrils of semen hanging from his still erect shaft.
He pushed his hand on her head and tilted it back, so her mouth literally popped off his wet dripping shaft. She swallowed deeply, cum spilling off her bottom lip in gooey strands. She was about to utter her apology for not fully being able to swallow his cock, when she saw a blur.
His powerful right hand striking her hard across her left cheek. The cum and drool of her mouth splattering across the floor and even up the nearby wall. She squealed from the force of the blow and the heated pain of the strike.
Sobbing and keeping her eyes downcast as he blurted, “You pathetic slut, what kind of deep throating was that? My balls never even touched your chin. Jesus you keep sucking like that and I think it will be time to bring back out old big bertha over there.
He pointed to the huge penis gag hanging on the dirty bare wall. She shivered thinking about that atrocious device. A huge jaw aching, horrifically throat blocking and panic inducing gag that he had used on her in the early days of her ‘acquisition’ and when he thought she deserved to be suitably made to suffer in extreme terrified silence.
“I am so sorry sir…I tried sir…But..But.” she choked out, still trying to gulp back the copious amount of cum coating her mouth as she haltingly spoke.
She then held up her metal wrapped wrists. The chain drawing noisily thru the permanent metal hoop bolted into the floor. He right leg shifting to allow the movement. She wanted to tell him that she tried, that oh god she tried to swallow his cock, like the good little cock sucker she could be.
She sobbed and then pleaded, “Master…I tried, but these chains, there so heavy, so restrictive…I really, really tried Sir…I tried so, so hard to swallow your…wonderful cock Master…I did!”
Huge tears streaming over her cheeks as she waited in trembling fear. Fear of what horrific and agonizing punishment he would inflict on her. As he walked to the far side of the room to his work bench, she glanced over at her little Christmas tree. The only thing that told her what time of year it was and that sadly for her, another year had come and gone.
Another year spent living her life, as a chained up sex toy for this sadistic man. A man who revelled in watching her struggle about in a relentless parade of heavy steel restraints. Watching her suffer endlessly in the most awkward combination of strict positions, watching her beg for release, and making her earn, through constant sexual servitude, every little inch of freedom he might grant her.
Ariel eyed the bent over top of her tree. Hanging from the top of the tiny sickly pine, was a shiny fat new butt plug and below it another anal toy that made her shiver from collared neck to shackled ankle. The length and hideous shape of it terrifying in the extreme to her young abused mind.
She tried to wish the threat of those instruments away in her head. Knowing in reality, that none of this hell would ever end though. The secureness of her chains, the solidness of her collars and cuffs, never for a moment weakening. She shook as she felt his large hand stroking her hair.
It moved down to her bare cold shoulder and squeezed the bony end of her shoulder. “You think I am going to punish you…horribly…Don’t you slave?”
She nodded, not looking up at all, “Y..y..yes sir…I expect you to punish me, ”She stuttered out. A dab of his cum dripping off her lower puffy lip.
Her voice becoming a whimpering whine as she continued, “But I really tried sir… I really did..And you liked it didn’t you? You came lots in my mouth sir… It was a good blow job wasn’t it Master..Sir?”
Her last question ending with her looking up at her captor with her glassy waterfilled eyes. He cupped her chin and nodded, “It was a good blow job princess. it wasn’t up to your usual deep throat standards though, which I have come to expect. But I take it you are still getting used to this?”
He kicked at the new ankle and thigh restraint that he had locked her into just a week ago. For the last year he had been benevolent and only locked her left ankle to her right one with a rather accommodating three foot long chain.
Her only height limit then had been the collar, wrist and ankle chain combo she was always restrained in. This new restraint he was trying out and making her suffer with, was definitely limiting her movements. But he was sure, that with the right amount of punishment, she would adapt to wearing it in the coming months and year when he saw fit lock it on her. Plus he had a surprise for her.
Once again, she nodded at him as she answered his question, “Yes sir…it’s very awkward…very uncomfortable.” She added, biting her wet lip at what she had just said.
He frowned and the lowered his face, to growl into hers, “No where near as uncomfortable as you will be when I plug your ass with one of your special Christmas presents, and make you sit like this, for days on end. Your ass stretched and throbbing, with no relief, no way to get it out, unless you properly please me.”
“I am sorry …I am sorry sir…please don’t ..don’t I …I will swallow your cock properly next time…I promise Master. Gawd I promise Sir.” She begged, clasping and shaking, the little she could, her metal bound hands in front of herself.
To her surprise he then knelt and cupped her cheek. Running one of his hands along her bare arm, with a stop briefly to feel her pert nipple. Rolling it between his massive fingers, before continuing on down her forearms to stop at the rigid metal inverted double ‘U’ system that kept her wrists locked firmly in place.
As he gripped the metal that secured her chaffed and scarred wrists, he asked her with a taunting smile, knowing full well the answer, “How long have you worn this slave?”
Ariel lowered her eyes and whimpered dejectedly, “Since last Christmas Sir. It was your gift to me for being an obedient little cunt, you said sir.”
She remembered that morning, horribly so. It was her second Christmas as his captured, chained up fuck toy. She couldn’t believe she had been locked up that long by him. Snatched off the street in the fall of the previous year and sold like an a****l, she never in her wildest imagination expected herself to be still chained up and used so deplorably, to suffer so sadistically, over a year later.
At least that morning, after the requisite number of forced blowjobs and a deep come from behind fucking, he had unlocked the massive heavy wrist cuffs he had bolted on her. Bolted around her small delicate wrists from her first day of captivity, and then pad locked securely together behind her back and chained to her thick steel collar.
For a brief moment that day, as she shockingly learned it was Christmas Day…again.. A small spark of hope ignited in her chest. He unlocked her wrists and allowed her to see her hands for the first time in over a year.
Then he showed her his Christmas present to her. The spark fading immediately as placed her wrists in the double ‘U’ device and bolted the top bar down tight. To seal her dainty weak wrists painfully in the unforgiving metal. A short series of neck and ankle chain he added, to keep her movements permanently stunted and awkward.
And now here another year later, she was ‘celebrating’ her third Christmas hideously chained and suffering. Her spirit utterly broken, her humiliating existence seemingly only to be his live flesh sex toy. A thing for him to lord over, degrade and abuse in endless perverted manners. She looked up at him with her defeated eyes and watched as he produced another gift to go under her tree.
“Time for a new position to change into slave. This year we are a trying out a wrist and neck metal stock combo. Ya it means eating face first out of the dog bowl again, but it also means you’ve earned the right to walk around again…and go upstairs to serve your master…maybe…if you’re good”, he winked with a smirk.
He placed the metal stock on the floor and watched as Ariel’s eyes lit up. She glanced at the stock and then back at her strictly restrained hands and ankles. He was laughing inside at how hopeful the young broken slut seemed. Once he bolted the stock on her, he planned to make that look go away. He would let her sit for a week or two, with her ass screaming in agony from her new plugs, before unchaining her ankles and letting her up.
And by then he would have the cage and other training devices built in up stairs for her. It would be a shocking arrival for her upstairs. Worse than her most horrible nightmares could dream up. But that was for another time.
For now, his cock was getting hard again and he wanted to see if his little slave princess had learned her lesson. He stroked his long hard dick a couple of times, inches from her pouting and despondent face. Then he put his hands on his hips, his cock jutting straight out and still dripping a bit with cum and drool from her previous effort.
“Now my pretty little cum whore, am I going to have to plug your ass?… with one of your new toys and gag you, so you can barely breath? Or… are you going to swallow my cock whole like a good little slave slut should? Making sure her master gets treated properly on Christmas day and earning her gift?” he asked, taking a half step towards her.
Ariel’s obedient, hopeful and appearing greedy reply, was not verbal, but physical, as she fought at her chains and winced with full body discomfort. Eagerly wrapping her mouth once again around his cock in one groaning full body lunge.
She drove her mouth forward, every bit of fear and the tiny bit of hope in her body, making her ignore her discomfort as she felt his cock plunge deeper and deeper in past her puffy sore lips.
Her chin finding those disgusting balls of his. Her nose mashing into his pubic bone as she heard him say above her, “Merry Christmas slave…Merry fucking Christmas and a cum sucking new year. NOW FUCKIN SWALLOW MY COCK!”
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