The concrete cell is tiny, maybe ten feet long and ten feet wide. You have no clothes, only the straitjacket or arm binders I often make you wear. I control the lights from outside to decide if you spend time in darkness or harsh light. Aside from a tiny metal toilet and sink, the cell has nothing else for you to pass the time or make you feel like a human, and I enter through a heavy metal door.

I might talk to you, tell you about all the things I'm doing in the outside world to taunt you, and then grab your head and forcefully fuck your mouth until I cum and you're soaked in your own drool. You'd get used to the taste of my cum and piss being more frequent than meals. Sometimes I come down, grab your head with both hands, jerk off roughly with your face, and leave with no words. Some days I visit four or five times to violently fuck your mouth, always forcing your nose against my stomach as I blow my load, no matter how much you struggle or retch. I'll break you down until you think of your mouth as a pussy and the only sex you know is wet, messy facefucking.

You're completely objectified, your pussy ignored, yet you'd also probably enjoy seeing me, as I would be your only break from the bare monotony of the subterranean cell.... If you start to stink too much like sweat, piss, and cum, I toss a bucket of ice water over you and remind you that you used to shower and wear make-up and clothes like a real person, and get addressed by an actual name instead of just 'throat' or 'cunt'... that time feels like a distant memory now.

Maybe I'd leave a thin mattress for you to lay on if you earned it. Maybe I keep you in a chastity belt just to reinforce that your pleasure doesn't exist, and allow you one or two orgasms every few months as a rare treat. If you can't behave, I'll keep your mouth forced open painfully wide with a ring gag until you learn to worship me.

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