Ok, it was as much my fault as anybody. I had as much as asked for this, encouraging Adam to do what he wished. I just wished he didn't have so many vivid fantasies. I had no idea how long I had been down here. I was having trouble telling the passage of time. I was blindfolded, but could feel the bright spot of light splashing down on me. He had visited me twice so far, only to find some way to increase my pain. One element always remained the same; the long dildo shoved up my ass. It was soft on the outside, but hard inside, holding my body upright. The pole that ran up it was hollow, I figured out, by the stream of water that was being forced inside of now. The water was cold and I squirmed from the pressure of the icy liquid that now filled my bowels to near busting. I thought it might actually cause some damage, but suddenly it stopped. I was relieved, but the cramps began almost immediately, and I moaned behind the gag.

At first, it was the pole, with my ankles bound to my thighs and my arms bound behind me at wrist and elbow. A tight corset was laced to my waist, restricting my breathing to short pants through my nose. Add a posture collar, a huge ball gag and blindfold, and he left me. After a couple hours, I had begun to ache, my knees screaming from the harsh bend and the unrelenting stone floor. Then my shoulders began their burn. I could keep my elbows bound together for a long time, but my shoulders always began to hurt first. I couldn't scream, and I knew it wouldn't help. Any squirm or bounce forced the dildo farther up my ass, or ground my knees into the floor. I was miserable, but I could also feel the dampness build in my pussy. After awhile, I found if I flexed my butt, I could rise up and down on the pole, essentially fucking my own ass. A wash of humiliation spread across my face and I could feel tears well up. Of all things, I hated anal sex, and though the dildo up my ass was bad enough, the fact that I desperately wanted to fuck my own ass to get off seemed beyond my abilities to cope. I felt the blindfold dampen from the tears, but despite it all, I still began to move, forcing the hard object in and out of my anus. I couldn't help myself, even when the pain began to threaten my own consciousness. My own body betrayed me, and though I wanted to die from humiliation, I moved on the dildo, feeling an orgasm rising. The pain of the procedure made me come quickly. As I finished, the water inside of me ran out and I passed out.

"Good morning, slave," he said, startling me. I had been unable to measure between waking and sleeping, each bearing their own level of torment. "How have the last 48 hours been down here," he asked, knowing I couldn't answer. I could feel him fumbling with my gag, and after a moment, the large ball was pulled from my sore jaws. Just as quickly, he replaced it with a ring gag, then affixed a rubber strap with a hose in the middle, around my head. He attached an industrial strength syringe to the end and began pushing. I soon could feel a sweet sludge running into my mouth, and down my throat. "This is a special mixture I made up, to keep you healthy. It doesn't taste so good, but you'll have to get used to it. It"ll be the only thing you eat for the next six weeks." I groaned at that, knowing he had many things planned.

After feeding me, he replaced the ring gag with an inflatable gag, blowing it up until my jaws screamed. For a moment he disappeared, then I felt him tugging sharply on the laces to the corset. Despite the intense restriction, he was able to close it even more. I could imagine the sight of my waist, certainly into nearly an hourglass shape. He continued to pull, until my chest was so restricted I was afraid I wouldn't be able to inhale at all. But finally I felt him tie the laces off. As I concentrated on the simplicity of breathing, he leaned me back, helping my knees rise off the floor