I moan into my gag as the plug in my ass continues to torment me, my bound and encased body struggling and twitching in the quiet, hot, sweaty, darkness, one that has been my existence for so long now. I'm not sure how long I've been this way, ever since I was taken I've been unable to see and hear, trapped in a thick rubber suit and bound tightly laying on the floor, the near constant stimulation prevents sleep for any meaningful length of time, only resting for short periods when it dies down to a gentle hum, even then my ever horny mind struggles to find enough peace to rest, exhaustion finally taking me. Every now and then the plug dies and the dildo filling my mouth is removed, although a ring of metal still holds my mouth open and prevents me from speaking, any attempted words only coming out as garbled noise, ones originally begging for freedom, now they're pleading just for an orgasm, my denied and desperate cock constantly straining in its chastity cage, while my swollen balls ache with need, as pre cum drips through my catheter and into my waste bag. My meaningless sounds are ignored as liquid food is poured into my mouth, forced down my throat and into my stomach, giving me fuel to continue my endless torture, to continue my futile attempts at gaining any relief, my cries for mercy silenced as the dildo is forced back down my throat,  sealing away my desperate voice, as my plug roars to life once more to continue my torment. 

The only other regular interaction that I have are the regular enemas, the torment of my buttplug replaced with the uncomfortable torture of my insides filling with cold water, being forced to hold it all inside me, my insides cramping before it's released, flushing my waste away. For a brief moment I can relax, my body not tormented, not teased, not tortured, not driven insane with frustration, for a moment I'm at peace in my quiet bondage. Until I feel my faithful companion slide its way back inside me, filling my ass as it seals itself back into place, the vibrations pulsing through me, my muffled cries ignored, my tears unseen under my mask, my defeated body filling with dread as I slip into my usual state of constant arousal and denial. 

Every now and then instead of feeding I smell the strong fumes that knocked me unconscious before I woke up like this. While out, I'm removed from my bondage and the suit and cleaned, my hair shaved off and my nails cut, before I'm once again encased and placed back into my tight bondage before I wake up, waking once again to my endless nightmare, never experiencing any of the freedom that I just had. 

I now only vaguely remember a time before this hellish existence, rare moments of clarity, where my mind is able to focus on something other than my maddening need to cum. I remember being free, I remember having fantasies, ones where I'm bound and encased like this and constantly forced to orgasm over and over again as I enjoy my bondage. I remember talking to someone, we'd roleplay me being kidnapped and living out my dreams. Part of me wondered if they were the one who did this to me? Did they kidnap me for real and force me to live out a twisted version of my fantasy? Not that it matters now, this is my life, my existence, forced to be forever bound, teased and tormented. I moan and struggle, as another wave of frustration comes over me, as I wiggle on the floor and helplessly cry into my gag, desperate for any relief, knowing that I'll never be free of my hellish existence. 

I watch as my bound slave wiggles and moans in his bondage, part of me wondering what he is thinking. He must be enjoying himself, the plug is clearly bringing him to a lot of pleasure. Every time the plug quiets down and I remove the rubber penis plugging his gag, to feed him his bland meal, one drugged to keep him aroused and horny, he no longer pleads to be freed, it almost sounds as if he is asking to be made to cum again, clearly never getting enough of his fantasy, which is why I've not freed him yet. Why free him when he is having so much fun? It would seem cruel to do such a thing. 

I smile down at him as his body shakes and wriggles on the ground, presumably enjoying yet another orgasm, his waste bag cloudy as his cum mixes with his piss. I'm glad that I kidnapped him and gave him his dream fantasy, the knowledge that he is enjoying his dream life makes me happy. 

I turn and make my way up the stairs and out of the basement, locking the door behind me, blocking out the sounds of his muffled moans, leaving him to live out his fantasy alone and in peace, where he will never be disturbed.