Abducted: Day 2 (MF Kidnapping, Spanking, Degredation)

Part 2 of 7 (Previous installment here https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/qle5iq/abducted_day_1_mf_kidnapping_rape_oral_degredation/ )

Despite her brave defiance in the face of pain in the moment, Sarah crumpled after trying to sleep hungry for an hour or two. Her rapist saw it when he was reviewing the hidden cameras in the morning. After he turned off the lights, except for a small nightlight, she crept around the room eating the potato chips she could find on the floor, and she tried to use the shower to get a drink, but it was turned off. She almost resorted to the toilet. In the end she couldn’t bring herself to do something so disgusting, and went to bed miserable and a vaugely dehydrated.

Her captor didn’t share any of these facts with her, he just made some coffee, warmed up a breakfast burrito and then walked downstairs, sitting down one step from the bottom, and watching his captive pretend to sleep.

“Shower is on, for as long as it takes me to finish breakfast,” He said absently before taking a bite of his burrito.

She sat up almost immediately, but didn’t move, trying to decide what the trick was, as she looked from the shower to her jailer and back. She would have to get close to him, almost within arms reach to get clean. She wanted to refuse, but by the time he was halfway done with his breakfast she finally got up, walked to the shower and turned it on. While waiting for the water to heat up, she cupped her hands and shivered as she took several long drinks of water.

“Is this ever going to heat up?” She asked finally, frustrated as she clutched the sheet to her body like a threadbare toga.

“Heh,” he chuckled. “It works great – when you deserve that sort of luxury. For now cold clean water is all you get, but if you don’t want to get clean that bad, I’ll just bring the garden hose down in a couple days and keep the stink off you that way, slut.”

Sarah let the sheet drop away and stepping into the cold torrent, her body language conveying her obvious conflict at trying to cover up her most intimate places, one moment, and trying to shield herself from the worst of the shower spray in the next. After 10 seconds she gave up on modesty, and after less than a minute she gave up on the idea of a shower, and stepped out, clutching herself and shivering.

“Now that you’ve gotten an eyefull can I at least have a towel, asshole?” she said, adressing her captor for once without any proding on his part.

“Of course slut,” he answered without missing a beat, “Just get down on your knees and kiss my feet, and I’ll go fetch you one right now.

Sarah looked at him like he was crazy, before turning away and picking up her sheet to dry off. “Like I would ever do that,” she said, turning towards her bed as she dried herself off. “I’d rather die.” She didn’t hear him take off his belt, but as he rose and took a step toward her she started to turn. She wasn’t fast enough though, as his doubled up belt came down hard against her back and shoulder blade.

“That can be arranged, cunt.” he said, though she didn’t hear him over the sound of her own screams as she paniced and ducked to the floor. Sarah thought fast and tried to crawl under her bed while three more blows rained down on her lower back, ass, and thighs. Each strike left a red mark, but her tormentor was forced to stop temporarily to grab her by the ankle and pull her back out. She tried to hold on to one of the leg of the bed, but her strength proved no match for his, and she was forced out, kicking and screaming.

“No, no, please don’t. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll kiss your fucking feet. Please.” she pleaded.

His silence spoke volumes, and his only answer was to step on her back, with is left foot planted squarely between her shoulder blades, pinning her to the ground like a butterly to a display. He let the moment of anticipation build, then without warning at all brought his belt down in four brutal strikes criss-crossing her mid and lower back. Each blow cracked against her skin audibly, and each left an immediate red mark with welt’s around the edges.

“The problem with you is that you’re a proud cunt.” he said bringing the belt down again to another answering shriek of pain. “You’re used to everyone listening when you tell them what to do, arent you? But you’ve got no power here, hole.”

“No, please,” She said between tears, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Just stop.”

She was answered by two more hard blows on her back. “If I tell you to do something, then you fucking do it, and you do it with a smile on your fucking face, cunt. If you talk back, then I hurt you. If you fight me than I hurt you much worse. Do you understand, slut?”

“Yes, I under…” she started, before the pain of another blow from his belt stole the air from her lungs.

“Yes, what, cunt?” he asked again.

“Yes… Yes s-sir.” She said, unsure if this was the right answer, “Yes sir, I understand.”

The belt stopped swinging, hanging there silently while she cowered at his feet, afraid to do anything that might make it start again, but then he took his foot off her back. And sat on her bed. “Okay slut, if you understand then get up and I’ll take you over my knee and finish your punishment the way that you deserve.” he said, setting the belt on the bed next to him.

For a moment Sarah thought about grabbing the belt, and trying to attack him. Her pride hurt more than her body, and her back was on fire. Slowly she stood up, trying to decide how best to get the weapon, only to chicken out at the last second when she saw the bemused look he was giving her. He knew she was going to do it. He knew she was going to try to ambush him, and that even with a weapon in her hand she had no chance. So she stopped herself from taking the bait and instead bent down, laying across his lap, getting strange flashbacks from childhood as she settled into place. She’d been a willful girl, even back then, and her father had spanked her for years, though he never left a mark on her body. She… her reminicances were shattered as the first blow came down on her pert little ass. For a moment it didn’t hurt, but then as he raised up his hand to strike her again, she could feel the burn.

“One,” he pronounced causally, as he brought his hand down again hard in the same spot. “Two. Three.” Her tormentor watched her ass jiggle with every impact, but he wasn’t paying as much attention to that as he should have, or even to the lovely red lines that striped her back. “Four.” He was watching her body stiffen from the pain and listening to the little whimpering sounds she made as she tried not to give him the satisfaction of screaming and crying. “Five.” It was a fight she was losing. “Six.” Every blow hurt worst than the last as he sensitized her left ass cheek with the impacts. “Seven.” In fact, he was hitting her hard enough his hand was starting to go numb. “Eight.” Sarah’s whole body was rigid and straining as he studdied the broken capilaries around her ass; she’d deffinitely have a sexy hand shaped bruise on her ass for the next few days.
“Nine” The dam finally broke and the whimpering turned into more plantive cries. “Please she pleaded. Please. No more. Sir. No more sir, I can’t, I can’t…” she whined. “Ten” He’d intended to stop at ten, since she’d been so cooperative, but he kept going instead so she wouldn’t think he was going soft. “Eleven.” Twelve.” Twelve was the first strangled scream from his poor little victim. “Thirteen.”

“Please. Please. PLEASE.” She shrieked, “I’m so sorry sir.”

“Fourteen.” This blow brought only a wordless silent screem to the slut’s mouth. “Fifteen.” She had been tested, and she had found her limits only to be pushed farther past them than she ever thought she would be. She flinched involuntarily when sixteen would have struck, but instead it never landed. Instead he groped her sore ass, kneeding it and massaging it, making her squirm uncomfortably under the pressure to her sore ass.

“I wonder what makes you more nervous,” he said finally, after a moment of silence, “The idea that I might keep hurting you, or the idea that I might figure out you like it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sarah said quickly.

“Sir,” her rapist corrected.

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about, SIR.” she said after a moment of hesitation, where she weighed the greater of the two evil’s in her mind.

“That might be true,” he said, letting his hand slide down from her ass to her inner thigh, “But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.” She tried to squeeze her thighs shut, but it was too late; she hadn’t anticipated the pivot, because she hadn’t know how the pain would make her drip. But they both knew once he slid a finger deep inside her pussy without any effort. “Mmmmmh,” she moanded slightly at the feeling of being penetrated again. Normally she could have covered the sound of her arousal, but her struggle to keep silent during her spanking had taken a lot out of her.

“You’re completely soaked,” he said, obviously taking joy in her shame as he added a second finger to her small hole. “You keep telling me how much you hate this, but that’s obviously not true, is it. You love the way I make you feel. At least part of you does.”

“There’s nothing I like about any of this, sir.” Sarah said, remembering herself at the last minute. “You’re a monster, and this is monstrous, thats.. Uhhh.. that’s all.” She flushed red at having lost enough of her self control that she gasped as he stroked her gspot with two curled fingers while he continued to finger the squirming little slut on his lap.

“Nothing at all,” He asked, as he added a third finger, stretching out her abused little hole as he started to vigerously abuse her hot little hole.

“No… No sir… “ She said between gasps, openly moaning now as she could no longer disguise how good he was making her feel. She loved what he was doing, and she hated herself for it. But she couldn’t deny it; she could feel her orgasm building, and she was ashamed of it. How could a man she hated give her this much pleasure?

“Alright.” He said, stopping suddenly, and pulling his fingers out of her, leaving Sarah feeling frustrated and suddenly empty. “If you hate it then we dont need to keep playing. I’ve got plenty of other things to do today anyway.”

He pushed her off his lap suddenly, and then rose, stepping over her in a pile on the floor.

“Can I at least have something to eat before you go?” Sarah asked, managing to set aside her dignity long enough to try to address that gnawing hunger deep inside her.

“Sure,” her captor answered, “Since you’ve been such a good girl.” He left the basement and came back a minute later with a granola bar and a bottle of water that he set on the bottom stair where she could reach it. “Tonight we’re having Italian. Well, I am anyway. If you can keep your hands off that needy little pussy you can even join me. That shouldn’t be too hard since you hate everything I do to you, right?” he said, before leaving.

Sarah wanted to make some kind of sarcastic comment on his way out, but two things stopped her. First, she was afraid that he might take the food hed left behind with him, and Second, he’d struck a nerve with his parting comment. She had been planning to play with her clit as soon as he was gone and the door was safely closed behind him. She could probably still do it now.. She didn’t see any cameras, so he was unlikely to know… but she couldn’t afford to chance it. If she didn’t keep up her strength then she’d never be able to get out of this sick and twisted dungeon. So relucantly she had half of her snack, some of her water, and tried to nap fitfully for the next few hours without much success.

The basement windows didn’t allow her to see much outside beside the tall weeds growing up around the windows, but they did let her guess the time of day reasonably well, so as she woke up periodicly she could look up and see that time was passing slowly. Much too slowly. She had nothing to do and thought that might be worse than all the beatings she’d endured all day, added together. But eventually the sounds and smells of cooking started to drift down into the basement.

Eventually heard the door open and sat up, trying not to seem to eager. Her kidnapper came downstairs with two bowls… it took her a moment to see that they weren’t real bowls though, they were doggy bowls. He set them down on the floor near the edge of her reach on the other side of the room, and waited. “Come here girl”, he called softly. “Dinner – come and get it.”

She flushed at the idea of how humiliating this was, but was too hungry to try to fight and started to rise despite herself.

“Ah, ah,” He chided. “Not like that. A good little bitch eats dinner on her hands and knees, and I expect you to eat the same way.”

“But I…” she started before silencing herself. She wanted to tell him to fuck off… but not as much as she wanted to eat some food before she passed out. Reluctantly, and only by force of will she crawled across the room, like a broken bitch. She could wait until after she’d eaten her fill to tell him what she really thought of him.

When she got to her dinner she could see that it looked as good as it smelled. Noodles in a bolognese sauce were on one side of the food dish with broccoli on the other. Her other dish contained water. Sarah thought better than to use her hands. She knew that would get her punished, so instead she used her arms to hold the dish still while she tried to eat without making too much of a mess, but eventually she gave up on that and focused simply on eatting the food, because she was ravenous.

In fact, she was having such a good time enjoying her meal that she didn’t notice her kidnapper walking around behind her, until he was kneeling and spreading her cheeks apart. “Wha…” she tried to say with her mouth full, as she felt a cold hard pressure against her asshole.

“This is for your own good,” he said, forcing the lubed up plug into her tight little sphincter. “Tommorow I’m going to rape your tight little ass, and as much as I enjoy hurting you, I dont want internal bleeding to cut our fun short if I get too rough.” His voice was earily calm, she though, as he said the most horrific things to her.

“But…” She started.

“But nothing, bitch. Do you want to eat, or do you want to fight me and lose again?” he said, standing back up.

Sarah opened her mouth and closed it again more than once before turning her attention back to her food. It had hurt when he forced it inside her, but now it just felt … weird. She hated that she couldn’t rip the thing out right now, but she had higher priorities. Food first, everything else later. She could rip it out and throw it away when he was gone.

Her tormentor walked around to her left, snaping a couple picture of her eatting off the floor like a broken bitch with a plug in her ass, and then waited. When his captive had practically licked the bowl clean, he took out a wet wipe and roughly wiped her face clean, before taking the dishes and heading upstairs.
“Goodnight bitch,” he called out as he climbed the stairs, “I hope you find some way to entertain yourself the rest of the evening.” Sarah’s face burned with shame as she knew that just this once he was exactly right.

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