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Juicy Bones

By Blue P

PART II

Days had passed and Tabatha was in physical and mental agony. She was still bound in the metal contraption. The only thing she knew for certain was that her keeper would soon return for his daily fix of ass, and to feed her a bowl of warm oatmeal.

She assumed it was the handsome stranger, but she could not be sure. Wearing a balaclava, he never showed his face, nor did he speak. She knew that he had a gigantic cock and a big knife, which he wore in plain sight. He didn’t need to brandish it. Tabatha was absolutely petrified. Bound as she was, she realized that her captor had her life in his hands.

Like clockwork he entered the underground prison to perform his onerous and abominable task. She had no idea of the time or the day. The concrete walls of the dungeon were all that surrounded her. There were no windows, but thankfully there was a dim lamp and a space heater.

“Merry Christmas!” exclaimed the handsome stranger. For the first time in a week, he spoke to her, and she knew for certain that it was him.

“Why are you doing this?” Tabatha asked.

Immediately he smacked her so hard that she felt like her face was on fire. It would be the first of many such smacks.

“Today is the first day of the rest of your life. So let me give you the rules, and I’m not fucking around. Pay close attention.” The handsome stranger commanded her like a drill sergeant.

He told Tabatha that she was to address him as either sir or master. Furthermore, she would not speak unless she was asked a question, and that she need to do what she was told with good cheer. Failure to comply would result in severe punishment.

“Do you understand me slave?” asked the dungeon master. To which Tabatha nodded her weary head, before being smacked even harder. This one was across her left cheek.

“Say yes sir!”, the dungeon master insisted, as Tabatha began to sob.

“Why are you crying?”, he asked his new slave.

To which Tabatha responded “Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell a soul.”

The dungeon master looked into Tabatha’s scared helpless face and simply said “I’ll think about it”.

After he had finished feeding her her daily bowl of oatmeal, he approached his cum dump from the rear and entered her pussy for the 9th time in a week. Before today, he hadn’t used lubrication, yet her holster was at all times moist whenever he entered it with his sex pistol.

This time, for Christmas, he lubed up his dick with Vaseline. The fuck was so smooth Tabatha’s juices were squirting. When he finished with her pussy hole, and entered her tight ass, with his usual vigor, her love came down like a waterfall.

Pulling his cock from her rectum, he then came around and shoved it into her salivating oral cavity. After ejaculating down her parched throat, he finished up by pissing in her mouth. Urine had been her only source of hydration for a week now. The dungeon master’s dick had become her water fountain.

As the handsome dungeon master removed his mask, he reached into his back pocket pulling out a pink collar. He wrapped and buckled it around Tabatha’s neck. “Merry Christmas little whore.” he said as he presented her gift.

“Thank you master.” Tabatha cheerfully exclaimed with an uneasy smile, and tears in her eyes.

***This is a three-part erotic flash fiction story by Blue P. Look for Part III to be published shortly.***

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