I wake up on the floor and wonder if I’d fallen out of bed, that’s the first thing I think as I blink my eyes open. The second thing I realize is that I hurt, and I’m bound. My arms are tied behind my back and my ass is throbbing, but I’m overwhelmed enough that I don’t realize what’s going on. Later I’ll realize this wasn’t the first day, though it certainly was the first day I remember, in actuality just the first day I wasn’t kept drugged to near oblivion. I don’t realize what’s going on immediately, still dazed and fuzzy from my sedation. Why is there something in my mouth?

“This can go one of several ways,” a male voice says somewhere above me. The fact that I don’t immediately panic should tip me off that something isn’t right, that I’m still so sedated. “You can either start to behave for me, and become my good little live-in enema girl, or you can keep resisting me and I’ll keep you in the basement as my naughty pet, and break you.”

—

I have no idea how long I’ve been with him. I don’t know his name or where we are, but I know it took me a long time to get to where we are now. I’ve been in the basement a long time, kept drugged and tied up on the floor, used and used until I finally was, just as he said, broken, but now I live upstairs.

Drugged, I lost time, but it has to have been weeks, if not longer that I’ve been here. In that time, in the time I’ve been conscious, I can’t recall a time my ass has been empty longer than a few seconds, normally, or a few minutes, if it’s time for me to expel an enema.

I’m not allowed to wear clothes unless it suits him, unless it helps me keep whatever’s in my asshole in place. This morning I’m nude in his kitchen, wearing the only thing I was allowed to — my second largest and most often worn plug. I’m doing the dishes before I get started making his breakfast when I hear him walk up behind me. I don’t even stop what I’m doing at this point, don’t pause, because I know what’s coming and what’s expected of me and I know there’s nothing I could possibly do to stop it.

I feel his hand between my cheeks, pulling my plug out in one swift motion and my heart skips a beat. I don’t want this but I’m used to it by now, even though every time I’m filled with this cold fear, the memory of how different he is in the basement.

He doesn’t give me any additional lubricant before he works himself inside my asshole, and inspite if it all, I wince as I feel every inch of his thick cock slide home inside of me, until his hips are pressed firmly against my ass. I expect him to start hammering away, punishing my hole to start off the day, but he doesn’t. Sometimes it’s like this too, where he just stands behind me, inside me, so I can fully understand who my ass belongs to. I suppose today is one of those days. I don’t pause in my task, carrying on washing the dishes, unbelievably aware of the throbbing in my asshole as he stands there, inside me.

I don’t realize what’s going on even when I feel him starting to go soft inside me. I panic then, worried that if he grows tired of my asshole and obedience he might take me back downstairs to break me all over again, and I clench down on him tightly to try and work him back up to arousal, but it doesn’t work.

I hear him sigh relief against my shoulder at the same time I feel a tickle of heat inside my body, and in horror I realize what’s going on. He’s releasing his bladder inside my asshole, and quickly I feel the heat inside my body start to rise. I’m shocked enough I stop moving, the plate in my hands forgotten.

“Don’t stop doing the dishes, you’re going to make me late for work.”

I snap back into action, scrubbing the plate as my stomach starts to clench and gurgle. By the time he’s finally done, I can definitely feel a stretch in my belly. He starts to pull out, and I know without being told to tense up so I don’t leak — and as soon as he slips free of my body, I feel my plug sink back up inside my body, the base nestled between my cheeks. He gives me a smack and tells me to hurry up with his breakfast because he’s got to get going.

I’m shocked by this. I’m not sure why I am, but I am. It’s possibly the only degrading thing he hasn’t done to me yet, and I’m not sure why he’s starting now, but I know better than to ask questions. The only blessing is that this spared me the rough friction of a morning fuck after the night I’d had last night, but I’m worried because I’ve already had and expelled my morning enema and I know our routine, and it doesn’t allow for a second expulsion. What’s his plan for the hot piss in my belly?

While he eats his breakfast, I do the dishes again, putting everything away. When he’s finished eating he guides me into my room where I know I’m going to spend the day, laying me down over the padded table and strapping me into it, each leg bound spread, wrists cuffed until I’m tightly immobilized. By now I’m realizing I’m going to have to hold his piss inside me until he’s home again but, as with everything else, I’m resigned because there isn’t another option.

At least at this part of the day I’m less worried about being fucked, because he has to get to work and my asshole is plugged for the day, and he hasn’t once touched or penetrated my cunt. I allow him to fit the silencing gag between my teeth and strap it around my head, feeling as the buckle cinches tight at the base of my skull.

I was apparently foolish about my lack of concern regarding more abuse, because even now when normally I would be left to my own thoughts for the next eight hours, I feel my plug being pulled from my body again. The urge is to whimper and protest, but I do neither because I know how much worse it can be, and instead I strain not to leak as the plug pops out. I breathe in sharply as I feel the forceful spread of his hard cock up inside my asshole again, even less remaining lubrication now making it an incredibly tight fit. To my horror, yet again he doesn’t fuck me, and instead just waits until he’s softened and again releases a torrent of his urine inside my body. The heat of it is overwhelming, and my ass and thighs are tingling from the sensation of it and the urgency of needing to expel — a need I’m sensing won’t be allowed for hours — as he finishes, pulls out, and replaces my plug with my largest.

No lubrication is added to make it easier, he just keeps moving it this way and that as he stuffs it slowly inside until the whole long thing disappears between my cheeks. That’s how I’m left, asshole throbbing around the intrusion, belly puffed and swollen from the piss inside me. Before he leaves, he shuts the lights off, plunging me into total darkness.

And that’s how I stay, unaware of the time but keenly aware of its passage, waiting for him to return and release me so that I can be allowed to begin supper for him, aware that while I try to cook and complete the evening chores I’m bound to be fucked several times and need to endure and continue, keeping good time despite the distraction.

But that doesn’t happen. He does come home, I can hear him in the house, but I can hear other voices as well. With a cold rush of fear, I realize he must have company. I’m left in the room for a while and I start to assume he’s going to leave me be while he has friends over. When the door to my room opens, I realize I was wrong.

“Bathroom is this way,” his voice says.

“Thanks, man, I’ve had to break the seal since we started drinking…”

“Here, let me help you.”

I freeze. He’s never shared me before. He’s never had anyone over and allowed them to so much as see me before. When I was in the basement, chained to the wall, I knew he had friends over a lot but he never brought them down. I’m mortified beyond words and I suppose it’s lucky I’m locked in place because it saves me looking back and seeing what this new man looks like, but it’s terrifying to feel that massive plug pulled out and know that I’m about to be violated by someone new — and that I’ve still got two bladderfulls of piss inside me from morning.

“Here, this isn’t a bad idea, I haven’t been because I kind of like the feeling of the asshole near-raw sometimes, but this will make it easier…” I shiver because as he says that, I feel the cold drool of lube over my asshole.

“Thanks,” the new man says, and within seconds I feel blunt pressure at my asshole and then he’s sinking in. It’s startling — he’s not as thick, but he’s longer, and I feel so unbelievably violated to be housing a foreign cock inside my body, but even if I wanted to say something, I’m gagged.

This man isn’t used to this — isn’t coming to this with the same schema as my daddy has been this morning because the second he’s inside me, he’s hammering away and huffing excitedly. He’s fucking me hard, hips slapping my ass, and he’s rough enough and goes long enough that I’m starting to gasp for air. I feel him come inside me, and not even a minute after he comes, I feel him start to soften and I feel that unmistakeable heat of him releasing his bladder inside me.

“God, I needed that, what a relief.”

Done, he pulls out and I hear him zip himself back into his jeans and then I hear another zip and feel the thick, familiar press of His cock as it sinks into my body. I knew what was coming next when he didn’t fuck me.

“Where did you say you got her?”

His friend asks. I still can’t see him, he’s keeping back, and the cock in my ass is still hard and so I lay quietly and just wait for the violation I know is coming.

“I caught her,” the man inside my asshole says, and I blink my eyes open, staring ahead at the wall. I don’t actually know how he got me, because all I remember was living my life and going to bed one night and waking up on the floor in this house with a throbbing asshole and aching limbs.

“Caught?”

“Yeah. I saw her out one night and followed her home, waited outside for a while and broke in. I got her drugged before she woke up. She slept in the nude — made it easy for me. I fucked her for the first time right there in her own bed…”

I’m horrified by what I’m hearing, and I’m surprised to feel him starting to fuck me, unlike the two times this morning when he simply used me as a toilet before work, inserting himself and remaining still until he deflated enough to urinate inside me. It must be that telling his friend about catching me is turning him on.

”…and as luck would have it, I was able to use one of her own toys to keep my cum from leaking out of her on the way back. I think it was probably something she would have used in her cunt, this big long monster of a dildo, but it worked in her ass just fine.”

So he stalked me home, kidnapped me from my bed, fucked my asshole while I was unconscious and shoved a dildo inside me to hold the evidence in?

“How did you get her out?”

“I just threw her over my shoulder and walked her right out the front door. You’d be surprised how little anyone pays attention in the middle of the night. I tossed her in the trunk, gave her another dose of sedatives, and cuffed her wrists behind her back just incase — it was long, long drive and I didn’t want to risk it.”

He’s slamming into my asshole ruthlessly now, and I’m biting down on the silicone gag in my mouth to be able to bear it. It feels like watching me be fucked by another man must have sparked a need to lay claim on me again, because he goes hard enough I can barely breathe before he comes, emptying his balls inside my body and follows it up with emptying his bladder as well. When the plug is pushed back inside my ass, both men go to leave and I’m left there in the darkness with my thoughts ringing in my ears as my belly and asshole throb to the heavy beat of my heart.

If that’s how he got me, I have to wonder what the early days were like, what all he’s done to me over the weeks.