Valentina Amor was out of tears to cry.  It was good because between having her knees bent up to her chest, the cruel, mouth filling gag, and being zipped up in the stuffy suitcase, she was having trouble breathing.

She had no idea how long she'd been in the suitcase.  She thought she was in a car, though the constant distraction of the dildo and plug vibrating away within her made it hard to be sure of anything.  Her body ached from being bound in a tight ball and forced into the small space.  Periodically claustrophobia would get to her and she would try and stretch out, straining against the thick leather straps until the pain of them digging into her legs and back forced her to stop, and she sobbed quietly into her gag.

A thousand scenarios ran threw her terrified mind, each one worse than the last.  He would kill her.  He’d used her, raped her, and now he was driving her off to dispose of her body.  He’d take her to a bridge and chuck her in the water.  She’d have maybe a minute before water filled her suitcase, and she’d drown, unable to struggle and get loose.  Or he’d bury her out in the desert, where no one would look for her, and no one would ever find her body.

She felt her suitcase shift as he came to a stop.  Her breathing was incredibly loud, and her heartbeat raced in her ears, thunderous thumping.  Her weight shifted as the suitcase was lifted and set on its wheels, and she was rolling again.  It was bumpy, unlike the relatively smooth ride through the hotel when she’d been first abducted.  As she was bounced and jostled around, the crotch rope pulled the vibrating intruders deeper into her.

There were a couple larger bumps, and then several more in a row, like she was being dragged down stairs.  The cosplayer tensed as she heard the zipper, and she got a wave of cool, fresh air.  The suitcase was upended suddenly and she rolled helplessly on her side, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the light.

Her kidnapper stood over her, a big, dark, imposing shape taking up most of her field of vision.  Her eyes slowly focused, and she realized there was another conclusion she hadn’t come to yet.

He wasn’t going to kill her.

He was going to keep her.

She was in what could only be described as a dungeon.  Her eyes darted around the medieval looking torture devices.  Wooden tables and crosses and frames covered in leather with built in straps and manacles hanging from thick chains.  A whole wall was covered in a rack with all manner of restraints and gags and paddles and whips and things she didn’t even recognize and couldn’t begin to fathom their nefarious purpose.  Most concerning was the cage built into the cement walls.  There was small cot on the floor, a bucket, and pair of shiny dog bowls on the floor.

Valentina shook her head furiously, whining and pleading into her gag.  He didn’t acknowledge her as he knelt over her and loosened the straps holding her in a ball.  Despite her situation, she sighed in relief as she was able to unfold her cramped body and stretch her legs out for the first time in hours.  The moment was short lived as he rolled her over and freed her arms and then her legs.  She lay prone on the floor, too weak, and scared, to move.

“Get up.”  The command was low and curt.

She struggled to get her sore arms under her body and push herself up.  She managed to get to her feet and slowly rise on shaky legs.  Maybe it was standing on her numb legs, or maybe it was looking around and fully seeing all various devices that she knew going to be used on her, but Valentina blacked out.

He caught her before she hit the floor, cradling her limp body in his arms.  He lifted her eyelids, revealing her eyes rolled back into her head.  It was fine.  When the girls first saw their new home, it was always a shock, and some took it far worse.

He laid her back on the floor and removed her gag before stripping her naked.  The batteries on the dildo and butt plug were wearing down, the dull hum coming from under the tight rope that sat deep in her butt crack and sex faint, but still going.  A quick slash of his switchblade and the rope was severed, and he pulled the toys from within her.  He meticulously cleaned dried them in the sink and returned them to their homes on the wall.  All his toys needed to be kept clean and in their proper place.

Valentina was groaning and starting to stir.  Her body was still just as limp and weak as he dragged her prone form into a shower off to the side of his dungeon.  Waiting cuffs quickly had her hanging suspended from her wrists.  A blast of icy water across her chest jolted the groggy girl fully back to consciousness.

“AAAAIIIIIIYYYY!” she screamed as she was soaked in a torrent of frigid water.  She coughed and spluttered as he aimed the hose up to face, drenching her hair.  She got her bearings quickly and she tried to shield herself and move her body out of the way, but with her hands above her head and held up on the balls of her feet, she could only sway a little and scream as he sprayed her down, concentrating the stream on her tits and pussy and ass.

“Puh puh puh leeeze!” she screamed, her teeth chattering as she shivered.  “Wuh why?”

His only response was to blast her in the face again, shutting her up as she choked and gagged.

Her captor finally shut off the hose, leaving his newest acquisition hanging limply from her cuffs, shivering and trembling.  

“Puhlease,” she croaked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He turned and left her alone.

“Wuh wait,” she said, pulling on her restraints.  “Please!”  Her voice rose, and still nothing from her kidnapper.  “Help.  Help!  Heellllpppp!!!” she started screaming.

He came back, a large black ball gag hanging from his fist by its thick strap.  The basement was soundproof, and his house was in the middle of nowhere.  No one would hear his new acquisition’s cries for help, but the sound was annoying.  She’d learn.

Valentina tried to move her head out of the way and she clamped her jaw shut, but he easily pried her mouth open and wedged the huge rubber sphere behind her teeth with a pop, turning her screams into unintelligible gibberish.  She strapped it tightly behind her head under her wet hair.

She hung her head in defeat, a thick line of drool running down her chin as she adjusted the newest violation in one of her orifices.  

She collapsed into his arms as he undid her cuffs.  As much as she hated him, she clung to his strong body for warmth and support, too drained to even stand on her own.  She couldn’t seem to make herself let go of the death grip she had on his shirt and let her body fall limp to the floor.  She pulled herself closer, drawn to his heat.

He carried her back into the other room.  She buried her face deeper into his chest, unwilling to look out at the dungeon.  She whimpered into her gag as he pushed her up against a vertical cross, exposing her naked body to the cold once more.

“You’ll warm up,” he said.

“Hmmph?” she moaned, looking up at him questioningly.  She couldn’t be sure, but it seemed like the first time he’d spoken to her and it wasn’t a command or a threat.

He didn’t answer as he strapped her limbs to the four corners, leaving her pulled taut spread eagle, her naked body on display, her pale skin covered in goose flesh, her dark nipples rock hard in the cold.

The man left her to test her bonds, and she quickly found that she was secure and helpless.  He walked along his wall of toys, choosing the perfect ones.

She watched him wide eyed as he strode back to her, holding something behind his back.  

“Mmmph?” she asked.  She bucked wildly in her restraints as he pulled a vibrating wand from behind his back.  Her wet back clung to the leather frame, keeping her even more helpless as he slowly moved the vibrator between her legs.  Heavy droplets of water flew from her hair and drool from her gag as she shook her head hard and protested useless.  She couldn’t avoid the head of the vibrator as he pressed it up between her spread legs.

This was far different from the brutal rape, and even the dildo and butt plug she had been treated to during her abduction.  He teased her with it surprisingly gently at first, letting her adjust slowly before he spread her open and pressed it up against her clit directly.

“MMMPH!” she cried out in surprise.  He wasn’t wrong; she was warming up, a heat building in her belly and slowly radiating outward through her body.  Her vehement protests softened into low moans as he brought her towards climax.  She wanted to be warm so bad, by the time she was finally getting comfortable, her body was betraying her and she had a different primal need that overrode her rational brain and horror at her situation.

He pulled the vibrator away just as she was on the edge.

“Plmmmph!  Mrrrr!” she moaned despite herself.  He ran the vibrator along her breasts, tracing the humming head in a spiral around to her now hard for a very different reason nipples.  He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the first alligator nipple clamp.  She watched, panting and drooling into her gag as he snapped the clamp, showing her the tiny studded metal teeth.

The vibrator once more pressed up against clit, drawing her attention away from the intimidating, angry metal device snapping close to her left bud.  She looked up at the smooth cement ceiling, a single bright recessed light directly above her, illuminating her plight.  

“HNNNNGG!” she wailed as the tiny metal teeth bit hard into her sensitive nipple.  He pressed the vibrator up harder against her, the pleasure mingling with the pain.  She panted hard, foaming around the ball gag strapped in her mouth, staring at the piece of metal now dangling from her nipple.

He let her adjust and brought her to the edge a couple more times before he repeated the process on her right nipple.  Knowing what was coming this time did nothing to prepare her for the pain and shock as the tight clamp latched onto her.

The pain dulled as he brought her close again, this time shutting the vibrator off completely as he pulled it away from her needy snatch.  She knew begging through her gag had no effect on her captor, but she couldn’t control herself, pleading with him to let her cum, drool spilling down her chin and over her breasts.

The cross was on an axis, and he walked around to the side and rotated it, suddenly flipping her face down and hanging suspended by her wrists and ankles.

“I’m going to take your gag out.”  She couldn’t bring herself to nod, but her head was already hanging forward, making it easy for him to unstrap it and pull the massive ball from her mouth.

“Ugh,” she moaned, stretching her jaw.

He grabbed her hair and lifted her head.  “If you bite, I’ll break your jaw, and you’ll never cum again.”  His dick was already out, standing up straight right in front of her face.

She believed him, and in that moment, the latter threat carried more weight.  She opened her mouth wider, not resisting.  He grabbed a fistful of her hair in both hands and rammed himself deep into her throat.  She coughed and choked, tears welling up in her eyes.  She was no stranger to blowjobs, and she considered herself pretty good at deep throating, but she’d never been raped in the mouth like this.  She just tried to concentrate on breathing, trying to keep her nasal passages clear of snot as her nose rammed repeatedly into pubic hair as he slammed the full length of his shaft into her throat over and over.

He finally came, pumping his load straight down into her stomach.  She coughed hard as he pulled out.  Tears, drool, snot, and cum collected in a pool on the ground beneath her face.  The hum of the vibrator radiated in her ears as he turned it back on, and pressed it back up between her legs.

She screamed as she was finally allowed to cum.



He arrived home to find Valentina in her usual place, waiting for him by the door.  She was wearing her black and white Lolita outfit today.  The leather cuffs were around her wrists and ankles, though the chains were off, and she had her dildo in her mouth without straps.  He checked the cameras while he was at work, and she obediently kept the silicone penis in her mouth all day, like she was supposed to.

Beneath her ruffled skirt, a chastity belt held a thick plug and dildo deep within her, vibrating on low to keep her on edge.  He knew that the chastity belt was probably just as unnecessary as the rest of her restrains, and if she had access she wouldn't dare touch herself without permission.

It had been five months since he had taken her.  A full two weeks since she’d been allowed out of the dungeon and into the main house by herself.  It was a personal record.  

Valentina was a very obedient slave.  He attributed it partly to his practice in breaking girls like her, but he knew that he had chosen her wisely.  She had a natural predisposition to this life.  He was not a vain man, and couldn’t claim complete credit for breaking this one so completely.

She stared up at him with her big brown doe eyes, waiting obediently for him to give her permission to spit out the dildo in her mouth so she could take the real dick she wanted in her mouth.

“Drop it,” he said, and she spit it out as she dropped to her knees.  He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, and he proceeded to rape her mouth.  She took it like a champ.

Five months, and he was already getting bored with her.  

It was a new record.