My heavy chains rattle, echoing off the bare walls, as I shiver from the uncomfortable cold hard floor beneath my naked body, the chains linking my shackles together, and another chain leashing me to the wall. Drool drips from my held open mouth, my jaw constantly aching from the ring gag that has been locked in place for days, my groan of hunger coming out as a pathetic mumble, my starved stomach growling louder than my tired, sore throat can manage after being used for its new purpose, I've lost count of how many cocks I've choked on, how many times my throat has been forcefully fucked and stretched to be filled with hard cock, how many loads of cum and drinks of piss I've been made to swallow. 

I feel my well used ass throbbing, desperately trying to fully close, but never given enough time to before another cock stretches it open again, every one of them ignoring my cries of pain and begging for mercy, as they roughly fuck me until they've relieved themselves, before leaving me trapped and imprisoned as their sex slave. 

The pain in my crotch as my cock still tries to grow hard, its attempt as futile as every other time, not that it seems to learn, reminding me of how I got here, reminding me that I wanted this, that I'd asked for this. I've always been into bondage and bdsm, I've spent years fantasising about being kidnapped and enslaved, stripped naked, chained up and shackled, imprisoned, used as a sex slave, I masturbated to it every day, I spent hours looking at pictures, captions and stories, imagining that I were the one being kidnapped and enslaved, I even wrote some of my own. Then one day I was kidnapped for real, someone I shared my fantasies with decided that I should live them out for real, they had me kidnapped and sold to my current owners, ones who use me every few hours and when they don't use me they rent me out for money. The reality is nothing like in my fantasies, I barely get any rest, my mind unable to think clearly, to tired, to weak, to starved, to horny, leaving me unable to resist when they visit me, not that I want to, the brutal whipping and beating I'd received when trying during my first day quickly taught me an important lesson. 

I freeze in fear as I hear the door unlock, another visitor, here to fuck or torture me, please let me rest, no more today. Part of me hopes that it's food, hoping to be given another disgusting dog bowl of scraps and dog food, served in a piss sauce, or some fresh water in my bowl, or for someone to empty my waste bucket an even smaller part of me hoping that it is rescue, although that hope grows fainter with each visit, deep down I know that this is my life now and it will be forever. 

The warmth of their body feels nice against my cold skin, their breathe heating the back of my neck. I groan slightly as they thrust into my sore ass, although they quickly turn to moans as they shove their cock deeper into me, my own cock straining in its cage, the only part of me that still tries to break free. As their warm cum fills my ruined ass I can't help but weakly orgasm, my body to exhausted to do much more, shame flowing over me as I feel my warm cum dribble out of my cage on to the dirty floor, the puddle spreading under me, reminding me that I wanted this, that I asked for this, and that deep down I still want this, that I deserve this.