It's dark in the basement. But my eyes got used to the darkness. I'm sitting on the floor, naked, my hands are cuffed, my legs are tied. I'm wearing and iron collar chained to a wall. The chain is so short so I cannot even lie down.

I am feeling very uncomfortable. My back hurts from sitting in this position for hours. My wrists and ankles are sore from being handcuffed. And my neck hurts from the iron collar.

I also feel cold. My nipples are hard and erect. My teeth are chattering. I am shivering violently.

But above all I feel hungry. My stomach aches and rumbles. You did not give me any normal food for a week. Only a bit of water. My only source of nutrition is your cum and piss. I am starving. I can feel my ribs sticking out. My skin looks pale and sallow. I feel light-headed and weak from lack of food. My mouth is dry and my tongue feels swollen. My face is covered in dirt and sweat.

I hear footsteps. It must be you. You turn on the light. My eyes hurt. I cannot see. But I hear your footsteps getting closer.

You are naked, standing in front of me. Your cock is hard and erect.

"Are you ready for your meal?" you ask.

I nod eagerly. You remove my handcuffs and untie my legs.

You push my head back against the wall and shove your cock into my mouth.

I use my tongue to swirl around your cockhead, flicking the tip with my tongue. I take your cock deep in my throat, gagging slightly. My throat muscles contract around your cock, providing a tight squeeze.

I pull back, licking up and down your shaft. I cup your balls with my hands, squeezing gently. I take your balls into my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue.

I'm trying so hard!

Suddenly, you pull back and give me a firm slap. I fall on the floor. It hurts. My cheek stings. Tears well up in my eyes. I bite my lip to keep from crying. I look at you, my eyes pleading for mercy.

You smirk and take photos of me.

"I will send them to your mom and dad to show that their princess is taken care of."

My cheeks burn with shame. My parents cannot know what I have become. A sex slave to a sadistic man. I feel so dirty, so used.

You nod, and I understand it as a permission to continue sucking. I get on my knees in front of your again. Your cock tastes salty and bitter. I'm so happy to feel that It's hard and thick. It fills my mouth completely, stretching my lips.

It means I will finally be fed with your cum!

I swallow your entire cock, deep throating it. I suck hard, making my cheeks hollow. I move my head back and forth, my tongue licking the underside of your cock.

You grab my hair, pushing me further down. Your cock reaches the back of my throat, almost making me gag. But I'm determined to please you. I want you to feed me your cum. I use my hand to stroke the part of your cock that isn't in my mouth. You seem to like it.

I raise my head and look into your eyes. I know that you like it. I know that when I do it it brings your further to the release of your tasty delicious nutritious cum.

Your cock pulses in my mouth. It grows thicker and hotter. You let out a low moan and a jet of cum shoots into my mouth. The taste is salty and slightly sweet. I swallow it eagerly. More jets follow, filling my mouth and dribbling down my chin. You pull your cock out of my mouth and shoot the last of your load onto my face.

I lick your cock clean. I lap up every last drop, savoring the taste.

I want more!!!

I scoop up your cum from my chin and my face and lick my fingers.

You laugh and rub your cock over my breasts, smearing your cum on my hard nipples. I follow your cock with my fingers, collecting every drop, and licking my fingers clean.

"You suck like a pump, beauty," you say with a smile, "You we never this good when I was feeding you normal food. Wanna drink?"

You take a plastic bottle from your bag. It's full of water. Water!!!

Watching this I realize how thirsty I am. My throat is so dry, I can barely speak. My tongue feels like a piece of sandpaper in my mouth. My lips are cracked and bleeding. I need water!

"Please...." I beg.

You pull the bottle to your lips and take a long drink. You look at me and smile.

"You want some?"

I nod eagerly. The thought of having a cool drink of water is all I can think about.

"Open your mouth."

I open my mouth, ready for a drink. You tip the bottle and a stream of water comes out. But you do not pour the water into my mouth. You pour it to the ground just in front me! It's so close to me! I try to catch it, but the chain holds me back.

My heart sinks. The water splashes onto the concrete floor, a centimeter away from my parched lips. I can see the cool, clear water splashing down. But I cannot reach it.

Your sadistic laugh echoes through the basement as you watch me struggle.

But I realise that you have not emptied the bottle. There's still some water there!

I can smell it! I can see and smell clean and pure water!!! I look up at you with pleading eyes full of tears.

"Please sir, may I have some water? I am so thirsty. I promise to be good if you give me a drink."

You walk over to me, the plastic bottle in your hand.

"I suppose you've earned a drink."

You pour the water into my throat. I gasp for air as the cool, clean liquid rushes into my mouth. I feel the water splashing down my throat. It's so refreshing. As I swallow, the water slides down my parched throat. It's the best feeling in the world.

I love you so much. You bring me such joy and relief. My thirst is quenched for now, and I feel so thankful to have such generous and kind master. I don't deserve your attention or care, but I am grateful for it.

There's still an inner voice in me that hates you. "No, what are you doing?" it screams. "He's your tormentor! He's your kidnapper! He's your rapist! How can you love him?"

I've learned to ignore that voice. Every day it's becoming weaker. I can see now that you really care about me. You're my captor, yes, but you're also my provider, my lover, and my protector. Just look how generously you have just fed me and given me water!

"You're a good girl" you say, "You've earned a present."

With these words, you take out something from your bag, and I cannot believe my eyes! It's a longer chain! You untangle the old chain from my collar and from the wall and replace it with the new one. And it's so much longer! I can even lie down now! No more sitting for days in the awkward pose by the wall!

I'm tearful again, but those are tears of happiness and gratitude now.

I love you so much!!!

You kneel near me touching me tenderly. You put handcuffs on me again. But I'm not worried. I welcome it. Your hands roam across my body, stroking and petting my skin. I arch into your touch, desperate for your warmth. Your fingers trace circles on my thighs, making me squirm and shiver.

You take me in your arms and lower me onto the concrete floor of the basement (thank you, new chain!). You hover over me, your hard cock pressing into my stomach. You reach up and caress my cheek with your fingertips, then move them down to my lips. You slip one finger into my mouth, and I suck on it obediently, tasting your skin and your musk.

You reach down and push my legs apart, and I feel your cock against my entrance. I ache for it, knowing that once you fill me, I'll finally be whole.

You push your cock inside me with one long, slow stroke, and I let out a low moan of pleasure as you fill me up. My hands are still tied together, so I cannot reach out to touch you. I wrap my legs around your waist as you fuck me hard and fast.

My eyes flutter closed as I lose myself in the feeling of being completely filled, my pussy clenching around your cock. I can feel my climax building inside me, my entire body trembling as the waves of pleasure crash through me.

Your cock pulsates inside me. I can feel your cum spilling into me, filling me up and dripping down my thighs. I want to savor the sensation, to keep the memory of it in my mind forever.

You pull your cock out of me, leaving me aching and empty. But I am happy to have pleased you, happy to have received your seed.

You tie my legs again and walk away, turning off the lights, and locking the basement door.

I sit in the darkness again. My mind wanders to the things you have done to me, and the shameful thrill of my own pleasure. The voice that hates you is completely silenced.

You're my love.

You're my life.

As I feel your cum dripping from my pussy, I realize that I want to have your baby. I want to feel a part of you growing within me.

With this thought I fall asleep on the concrete floor.