Emily’s mind raced with thoughts of escape, but the sight of me casually holding the ring gag in front of her face, paralyzed her with fear.

We both live in a time where internet porn and BDSM are widespread, so I didn’t doubt that my slave knew exactly what the item in my hand was.

“Alright. Now be a good girl for your owner and open your mouth wide”, I instructed.

Although there was a slight hesitation, Emily knew that the only alternative would be a harsh physical punishment. And for what? At the end, I would get what I wanted, regardless of her behavior or protests.

A single tear ran down the young woman’s face as she slowly opened her “soon to be violated” mouth.

Without worrying for my slaves comfort, I jammed the ring gag, which was slightly too big for her mouth, behind her teeth. Emily grunted in pain as her jaw opened further than it ever did before, while I walked behind her.

Connecting the two straps at the back of her head, I went on to explain: “I’m sure that you won’t have to wear this very often, but in the beginning stages of our relationship, I can’t quite trust you enough with those sharp teeth around my beautiful cock.”

I pulled it as tight as possible, much to Emily’s chagrin.

As I walked back into her vision, my 19 year old basement girl shamefully looked downwards.

I gently lifted my slave’s chin with one of my fingers, tilting her head up to meet my gaze. The sight of her sad face, combined with the ridiculous, gaping mouth produced a slight chuckle from me, further humiliating her.

Without saying a word, I stuck two of my fingers inside as I grabbed my slave’s ponytail at the back of her head, holding her in place.

Immediately, Emily started to gag and rapidly twist her head from side to side, trying to escape the invasive flesh.

“That’s how deep I want it. Do you feel that?”, I asked, as my fingers repeadetly touched the back of her throat.

Through teary eyes, combined with constant gagging, Emily desperately nodded her head, trying to end this oral abuse.

Satisfied, I retrieved my ( now soaked ) fingers and wiped them clean on the young woman’s cheeks.

I leaned down until our faces were merely seperated by a couple inches, when I went in for a passionate kiss. The ring gag provided me full access to explore her mouth with my tongue.

Despite my intention of minimalizing affection, the intensity of the moment was undeniable. I just couldn’t resist. When I eventually pulled back, I asked: “Are you ready for my cock, slave?”

Although unable to form correct words, she tried her best to answer: “Yethh..Th..”

pthuu

Before she could properly finish the answer, I spat in her beautiful face, hitting Emily right next to her eye.

The young woman’s gaze bore into me, a mix of anger and disgust clouding her expression, as the fluid ran past her nose and over her opened lips.

“Alright, enough foreplay then”, I proclaimed in pure confidence, enjoying the immense power I held over this gorgeous woman.

As I opened my fly and pulled down the pants, my semi hard cock immediately bounced up, making contact with the trail of spit on Emily’s face.

“Ok slave. I’ll give you a few seconds to get it wet. Make sure to do a good job, because I won’t hold back once I’m in your mouth”, I warned.

Terrified by the prospect of having to endure this massive cock in her mouth, my servant jumped into action. With long and strategic licks, Emily lubricated the entire length of my dick to the best of her ability.

She undoubtedly did this before.

Although she visibly struggled to get her own mouth wet several times, she did a good job, underlined by the light that was now reflecting off of my saliva coated cock.

Without any warning, I once again took hold of her ponytailed hair and invaded her mouth. Although this time, my slave had to deal with more than just a couple fingers.

When it was halfway through the ring-gagged opening, my cock came to a sudden halt. As I looked down, I saw all the desperation and struggle in those 19 year old’s eyes.

If I was her boyfriend, I would’ve stopped right there, withdrawn and asked if she was okay.

Unfortunately for Emily though, I was her owner. In one big thrust, I hammered the remaining inches right to the back of her throat.

The pure shock in my slaves eyes was a lovely sight to see. Combined with the loudest gagging noise I’d ever heard, it animated me to start fucking her opened mouth as if it was a Pornstar’s pussy.

Nothing could stop me at this point. Especially not her pathetic struggle attempts.

Over and over again, the entire length of my large dick filled Emily’s mouth, as my balls slapped against her chin.

GAG GRUNT SLAP GAG GRUNT SLAP

It was a both beautiful & agonising orchestra.

Eventually, when I hit just the right spot, Emily’s gag reflex couldn’t handle this thick intruder any longer, as she threw up. Fortunately, I’d seen it coming early enough to pull out my cock, leading to all the fluid landing onto the cement floor between us.

My overwhelmed slave, unable to use her hands, tried to wipe her mouth clean on her shoulders, with moderate success.

Using the tight grip on her hair, I pulled Emily back to my crotch and slapped her face with my soaked, sloppy cock. Over and over, I smacked the entire weight onto her forehead, nose and mouth, creating a beautiful and satisfying wet noise with each contact.

“Look at this mess you made. Is this what a good girl does when her owner honors her with the privilege of sucking his cock?”, I taunted.

When there was no response, I increased the strength of each slap and insisted: “Answer me, slut.”

“No Thir. Thorry Thir”, the ring-gagged girl finally answered, with her eyes closed and an uncomfortable expression on her face.

I used Emily’s hair and dragged her towards the mattress on the floor. As I pulled, searing pain shot through the young womans body, causing her to scream in anguish. Each yank of her hair felt like a relentless assault on her senses, as her desperate cries filled the air.

“On your back”, I instructed. Reluctantly, Emily moved into position. As I laid on top of her, I went for a passionate 69 and once again launched my dick into her gaping mouth.

All of my weight was now resting on my slaves face. She struggled to breathe, as my balls covered most of her nose and my cock blocked her throat, cutting off the airways.

“I won’t help you any longer. I will only move away if you make me cum”, I instructed.

Despite her desperate need for air, my slave couldn't produce any thrusting motions due to the pressure from above.

I was very pleased when I finally felt Emily’s tongue going to work on my shaft. With nothing better to do, I spread her thighs and gave her a bit of oral affection as well.

Over time, her tongue movements became more and more rapid, although I doubted this had anything to do with her own stimulation, but rather the wish to breathe fresh air again.

Enjoying the woman’s physical struggle to get me off, I further degraded her: “Make sure to get a good whiff of those balls. I think it’s quite important for a slave to memorize her owners scent.”

Eventually, she found a good licking pattern, which she executed for several minutes straight. Just when her tongue was ready to give up, aching from all the frantic movements, I found myself approaching the edge of an orgasm.

With a loud plop, I withdrew the full length of my cock, followed by massive threads of precum and spit, which were still connected to her mouth.

When I stood up, I pulled my slave back to a kneeling position, eliciting more pained grunts from her.

Holding onto her ponytail, I experienced pure ecstasy as I shot rope after rope onto Emily’s pretty face. All of her features were covered in thick loads of warm cum as I moaned in satisfaction.

My little basement girl clenched her eyes shut, shuddering in disgust as some of it dripped from her chin.

I knelt in front of my 19 year old slave, as I instructed her to look at me.

“You did a good job. Now, I don’t own messy girls, so we better clean this up”, I said, as I used my fingers to scoop up all the remaining cum from her face. Every last drop was fed directly into her gaping mouth.

“Now, what do you say?”, I asked.

In that brief moment, Emily experienced a whirlwind of emotions—rage, helplessness, and indignation. She longed to retaliate, but the weight of possible punishments kept her in check.

“Thangh Yhu Thir”, she answererd through her ring gag.

“Good girl”, I proudly said, before giving my slave a little peck on her forehead.

Once again, her head sank in shame as she was overwhelmed by the humiliation.

“2 holes down, one to go”, I proclaimed, while winking at her.

My slave’s eyes widened in horror, as I made my way back towards the heavy door, not bothering to remove neither ring gag nor handcuffs.

I wanted Emily to understand that even in this nightmare scenario I chose for her, things could get much worse.

As I closed off her cell for the night, ignoring the last ( barely audible ) pleads coming from within, I took a peek at the second door in my basement.

“Soon”, I thought to myself, contemplating the next phase of my slave's transformation.

to be continued.