The CEO Ch. 04

Once again Sadkins116 and I are working on another story. You will eventually find a verity of fetishes, kinks, consensual and non-consensual sex, bondage, humiliations, and anything else we can imagine. With that said, this story is a work of fantasy and fiction. It is not based on anyone or any situation. If this isn't what you are looking for, then choose something else. However if you have enjoyed some of our other works, it continues now.

We do need to make the following statements. There are no minors in this story, period. In this story women are treated as property. That is not normal behavior and should never happen. But again this is fantasy not reality. Please try to separate the two and leave fantasy in your mind. I also want to state that although you can copy and paste do not post on any website without permission. It is here for your enjoyment and not to be plagiarized and published by anyone but me.

I want to thank Bydasea for his help with editing. He is a big help with his second pair of eyes and suggestions.

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Rebeccasm

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Betty squirmed on the hard metal bench. Between the mask and gag that restricted her breathing. The tight leather didn't breath and was incredibly hot. It was making her sweat constantly. She tried to sleep, but with her hands and feet cuffed and the chastity belt constantly teasing her body, she didn't do much more than doze. Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days. All she could think of was Roger's comment, "You will learn the wrath of Master Warren first hand."

Warren was a powerful man. He was the CEO of a major corporation and had many friend in high places. Betty remembered attending many parties with dignitaries from around the world. Governors, heads of state, there wasn't a country in the world he didn't have some influence. The longer she was blind and helpless, the more her imagination went wild. She was sure she would never see Jamie again and would probably end up at some third world brothel.

Betty didn't notice the door to her cell open and a large black man walk inside. It wasn't until she felt something attached to her collar that she realized she wasn't alone.

She had no idea who was pulling on her collar. The mask made it hard to hear anything, but it was obvious what whoever it was wanted. She stood and waited to be told or directed to do. The last few hours, her need to use the bathroom was slowly growing. Now standing, it was much worse. She didn't want to upset whoever was there so she did nothing but dance from foot to foot.

"I know you have to go, if you're good, I'll remove your shackles and chastity belt and you can relieve yourself." A male voice spoke.

Betty knew it wasn't Roger or Warren, but right now it didn't matter. She would do whatever she was told. Betty nodded and stood still. It took almost five minutes before the man finally managed to remove the bindings and unlock the chastity belt.

Betty noticed that the man's fingerprint must also be installed on the lock. Finally, still blind and with some sort of leash still attached, was led to a toilet.

Betty at first couldn't go, but after a few moments, her bladder released as well as her bowels. Once done, he handed her the toilet tissue and she cleaned herself.

She hardly finished, when she was pulled to her feet and across the room, or at least she thought it was a room. Betty was shaking, her mind was all over the place. Warren was not a man to mess with and now she was a prisoner with no way out.

The man stopped her and pulled her arms above her head. In short order, she was strung up. Her arms pulled up high above her head forcing her to stand on her toes. She wanted to beg to be freed but the mask and gag made communication impossible.

"Now your training begins. In order for you to respect punishments, you have to experience it. I'm going whip those fine tits of yours and when I'm done you will know what it's like to be punished. To hell with positive reinforcement, I believe in negative." The man growled in her ear.

She shivered as she struggled to remain on her feet and take the strain off her wrists. Betty was panting in fear and it wasn't but a second before the first lash hit. As soon as the whip landed on her exposed tits, she screamed into the mask and gag. It felt like someone had set her tits on fire.

The man didn't give her a second to recover before a second lash hit. If possible, it hurt worse than the first one. Betty was now dancing from foot to foot trying to find a place of safety. But with her wrists tightly bound above her head and only able to move a few inches, the blows continued to rain down, one after the other.

Betty didn't know how many times or for how long she was whipped, but it felt like forever. Finally the blows stopped and the man was in her ear again.

"Now I think you know what will happen if you disobey." He breathed. "Now that you've been introduced to pain, let's begin your real training." He continued as he knelt in front of her and inserted her plugs and chastity belt. Once that was in place, he lowered her arms and retied them behind her back.

"I wonder what kind of shape you're in. Slaves need to be in top shape. You never know what your Master will require. I know you don't want to be punished." He laughed. To finish everything off, her arms were pulled up towards the ceiling again, forcing her to bend at the waist. In seconds the pain started to grow in her shoulders. What made it worse, was when the plugs started to vibrate. At first it was annoying, but as the intensity increased, her body started to react as her arousal started to build. It almost seemed that the pain and arousal matched each other almost causing her mind to short circuit.

Betty's world had shrunk to her pussy, ass, shoulders and tits. She didn't even think about the man until he spoke again.

"I have other things to do, I'll check on you later. Have fun slave." He laughed and Betty heard a door slam. She was now alone, in pain and her body on the edge of a massive orgasm. Betty's legs were quivering as her muscles struggled to maintain the stance. Just as her body was about to explode, the vibrations stopped leaving only the pain behind.

Betty was panting around the gag as she was hanging on by a thread as she worked to calm her body down and manage the pain.

Betty's mind eventually shut down. Her shoulders grew numb and the pain became manageable, but the constant ebb and flow of the vibrating plugs was like riding a roller coaster. She had no idea how long it was, but when the man returned she almost cried and vowed to do whatever he said just to be released.

"Well slave, are you ready to begin?" He barked.

'Oh god more? I don't know how much more I can take." She groaned mostly to herself. Nothing was heard from behind the gag.

Betty nodded her head, it didn't matter what he asked, she would do it just to change positions. The man walked behind her, trailing his fingers around her neck and down her shoulders. It surprised her when her body shivered at his touch. Just his touch was arousing her. His fingers continued down to her wrists and a second later, her arms fell to her sides.

"AHHHHHAAAAHHHHAAHH!" SHE SCREAMED. The pain shot out of her shoulders as the blood and sudden movements caused her muscles to explode.

Betty was crying and trying to find somewhere her arms could move to ease the pain. She could hear him chuckle.

"A little sore are we?" He laughed.

"MMmmMMMmmpppphhh" She moaned. She wanted to tell him just how sore she was, but all that came out was intelligible garbage.

Betty stood with her legs spread. She was afraid to move, for fear of another punishment. Suddenly, those same fingers were at the back of her head. For the first time for hours, the mask loosened and was soon pulled off her head. Even though the room was relativity dark, she still had to blink several times to focus and look around her.

She couldn't help but gasp when the gag was removed. The shock at where she was sent shivers up and down her spine. She wasn't in a room. It was more like a dungeon. The grey stone walls and grey concrete floor was stifling. To her right was the metal bunk she slept on. Across the room was the toilet. Behind her was a rusted metal cell door. There was nothing else in the room, but the tall, midnight black man wearing orange shorts and an orange hoodie. He was very intimidating.

"Here, drink this," he stated and handed her a bottle of water. Betty was so thirsty, she drank it down completely. The water helped as pain in her shoulders slowly dissipated. She slowly stood upright and waited.

"All slaves need to know the proper positions. We will now learn them." The man spoke firmly.

"Now keep your legs spread and drop to your knees."

Betty dropped immediately keeping her legs widely spread.

"Now bend over, arms above your head, face on the floor. Keep your ass high." He barked.

Betty struggled to get into the required position. The man used his foot to move her ass higher and her legs wider.

"Good, this is called 'submit', don't forget it. Now up on your knees, lean back, hands flat on the floor eyes straight up." He continued.

Betty pushed herself off the floor and leaned back. She placed her hand on the floor behind her and looked at the ceiling.

"No not right!" He barked, "Arch your back more, push those tits out! Make me believe you want me to take them." He snarled.

Betty leaned back further, arching her back until it hurt, pushing her tits higher and freezing in position.

The strain on her body was immense. The hard-concrete floor, her still aching shoulders, the lack of sleep and the fear of what might happen, was taking a toll on her both physically and mentally.

She kept her eyes focused on a spot on the ceiling not looking anywhere else. Her entire concentration on holding that position.

She heard him snicker as her body started to shake from holding her body in such a way. "This is called 'offer'. Now on your feet."

The man directed Betty into several positions in addition to submit and offer. After each new position he would bark out a word.

"Offer!"

"Present!"

"Submit"

"Surrender"

"Present"

"Offer"

Over and over he would teach her a new position, then drill her like a sergeant in boot camp. Betty was exhausted as on and on it went. Her only breaks were when he would hand her a bottle of water. By the time she finished the fourth bottle, she needed to piss again.

Finally the man ordered Betty to get on her feet and stand in the corner.

"You have done well slave. I'm going to take it easy on you. You will not move until I return. Just remember I can see you even if you can't see me." He said and walked out the cell door. The click of the lock made Betty jump.

Betty tried to stay in position, but the longer she stood there, the harder it was not to move. The fatigue was just too much. It didn't take long before her legs started to shake. Soon after, her arms. Betty struggled using all her strength trying to maintain but it was to no avail. She collapsed to the floor her body surrendering.

Betty lay on the floor, her muscles convulsing, and her mind clouded. It was as if she was having an out of body experience. She felt herself floating near the ceiling watching her body tremble. The moans emitting seemed to echo off the cold stone walls. She wanted to will her body off the floor, but her strength was gone. Even when she heard the lock click on the cell door and it creak open, she couldn't move.

"YOU MOVED!" He screamed.

"I'm sorry Master!" she croaked, her voice weak.

"Here I was bringing you dinner. Well I can't give it to you like this." He said and sat the two bowls down on the floor. Betty managed to turn and look at him. He glowered at her and unzipped his shorts. He reached inside and pulled out the largest cock she had ever seen. It wasn't erect but completely flaccid. But even soft, it must have been over eight inches long and as big around as her wrist. Just looking at it, made her breath catch. Her first thought was how any woman could take in anywhere in her body. The second was how it might feel buried deep inside her.

The man smiled down at her and pointed the long black log at one of the bowls. A second later a massive stream of piss shot out and landed in the bowl. The force of the stream moved the bowl slightly as it filled the silver bowl.

The man must have pissed for over twenty seconds before it stopped and he shoved it back in his shorts. He stepped over the bowls and grabbed Betty by the hair and pulled her to her knees. He reached behind her and unlocked her belt. When the plugs were removed, Betty suddenly realized she had to piss. With everything else her body had experienced, she hadn't even noticed her overfull bladder.

Again he grabbed her hair and pulled her closer to the bowls. Now she was squatting just above them.

"Now because you failed to remain in position, you will piss in the bowl. I already pissed on your food. You will fill your water bowl. Until I say otherwise, you will be drinking nothing but piss.

Betty looked up at him. She couldn't believe what she just heard.

"Oh...." She started.

"NO TALKING SLAVE. SLAVES ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TALK WITHOUT PERMISSION. NOW DO AS I ORDERED!" He screamed.

Betty lowered her head and looked at the bowls. The one on her right had a large lump of some kind of brown mush. Surrounding it and filling it to the brim was his piss. The brown blob in the middle looked more like shit than food.

"NOW!" He barked

Betty moved slightly and positioned the other bowl between her spread legs and released her very full bladder.

It took a few moments before she finally finished relieving herself. When she finished she waited for the inevitable.

"Eat and don't use your hands. Slaves eat like animals. I want both bowls licked clean or we take up the whip again."

Betty moved back and dropped to her knees. She slowly lowered her head and took her first bite. It was all she could do to not wretch as she struggled to swallow the nasty blend of brown mush and piss.

"Hurry up slave." The man growled and smacked her ass.

Betty closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. She pushed her face into the bowl and using her tongue scooped a large bite and swallowed it whole without letting it stay in her mouth. She gagged straining to keep it down. As soon as she gained a bit of control she did it all over again. It took her almost ten minutes to eat it all and lick the bowl clean. She then moved over to the other bowl. This bowl was filled with her own piss. It was bad enough before, but something about drinking her own piss made it worse.

The man left Betty lying on the floor struggling to keep her dinner down. He growled at her, "I'll give you a minute to compose yourself and then lock you up for the night."

Betty didn't move or respond. Today had been the worst day of her life. Her fantasies of being a slave were nothing like this. In her mind her master was a loving master. Pushing her limits but always rewarding her for good performances. Now she was in a dungeon with a cruel master experiencing pain and fear like she had never even dreamed of before. She lay there crying wondering if she would even survive.

The man didn't let Betty stay there for long before he returned, grabbed her by the hair and pull her across the room again.

Betty tried to keep up with him but it still felt like her hair was being pulled out by the roots. When he stopped, she collapsed to the floor. He knelt by her ankles and locked wide metal cuffs around them binding them together. She didn't move. She didn't have the strength or the courage. He continued to cuff her wrists behind her back. 'I wonder if he is going to hogtie me?' She asked herself. Being hogtied was one of her fantasies.

Betty just let him do whatever he wanted. If she was to be bound while resting so be it. It had to be better than her training. She was awaken from her stupor when he grabbed her head and placed the dreaded hood over her head and lock it in place. Then the gag was forced behind her teeth. Betty almost felt better wearing the hood. It was a relief not being able to see where she was. She could let her mind go and think about her and Rene's submissive games instead of the hell she was experiencing. She lay there passively when the man went back to her ankles and attached something to them. He left and she heard him walk away. It was then her legs started to rise into the air. Slowly her legs were pulled higher and higher until she was suspended completely upside down. The blood rushed to her head, making her feel faint.

Betty was swinging slightly when the plugs buried deep inside her again started to vibrate slowly at first but that didn't last long. The intensity started to build and her body reacted. Her mind wanted to resist but she just didn't have the strength. The more intense the vibrations, the closer her body was to an orgasm. It didn't take long before she was right on the edge. She could feel her hips involuntarily start humping the air, trying to push herself over the edge and get relief.

Suddenly the vibrations stopped. "UUUHHHAAAA" She grunted around the gag. After all the pain and suffering, she wanted, no needed some relief. To be denied release was worse than the pain. Betty stopped struggling as her body started to calm. Just as she managed to catch her breath, it started again. Up and up the vibrations intensified and seconds later, she was again on the edge.

Just as the plugs silenced once again, she heard her master speak again.

"Slave, I hope you are enjoying yourself." He laughed. "No you won't be upside down all night. This system is my own design. You will be like this for thirty minutes with your plugs teasing your slut holes. It will then lower you to the floor. I would suggest you sleep, because an hour later, up you go again for thirty minutes of pleasure. Oh by the way, you are not allowed to cum. If you think today was tough, cum and you will learn that it can get worse, a lot worse."

Betty heard him chuckle again and then the cell door creaked close and locked. A second later the plugs started again. Betty groaned around the gag as her body was taken once again to the edge.

That first thirty minutes felt like hours to Betty. She lost count of how many times she was taken to the edge. By the time she was lowered to the floor, her pussy juice was leaking down her stomach, slowly coating her body.