Mistress Scarletts Slave

Four years a slave. Down in Mistress Scarlett's dusty dungeon. Surrounded with stocks. This is the story of - I don't even remember my real name. Danie... no, Dante. That's it. Dante.

I would tell you how I got here if I wasn't all drugged out. From what I could piece together, I was a nightclub. There were chicks twisting around their wet bodies around the tall stripper poles on the stage. My eye was caught on one specific one at the back. I stared at her, as the disco-ball's light reflected off her star-shaped pasties. She shook them side to side, one popping right off. I could feel my dick slowly rising in my pants. It stiffened, slowly getting thicker and thicker. I'm not gonna lie - I have a pretty big dick. 11 inches when erect, 8 when not. I took out a hundred dollar bill and tossed it at her. She used her finger to beckon me towards her. Eagerly, I ran. I remember following her into a room. The next thing I remember is my balls being smashed by a baseball bat, as I vomited. Then she strapped a black roll of duct tape around my head, and pulled out the syringe containing pink liquid.

Next thing you know, I woke up here. It's been a while since I saw her. You won't have believed how much you can lose your sex drive when made a slave. I heard a creaking nose, and I turned around to see Mistress staring at me through the doorway. You know what I said about losing my sex drive? Fuck it. Her lips just made me want to slide my cock through it repeatedly, until my warm jizz erupted all over her body, dripping down her chin as she smiled at me. She was wearing taut rubber latex, but with holes cut out so her huge breasts could pop through. She was wearing panties. I looked down at her feet, to see the most intimidating looking high heels I had ever seen. They were black, with a huge high heel about 3 inches tall. The bottom of the high heel was pointed, stiletto-type. It was very thin. She beckoned for me to get up. I stood up, falling back over as I was bound in chains.

She laughed at me, mocking me. "Come here, worthless sack of shit," she said to me. I walked over to her, my head hung in embarrassment. My cheeks were red. I hated being humiliated, but she loved doing it to me. She would constantly trip me over as I walked around the house, knee me in the balls or simply shove me so I fell, and made fun of me when I was hurt. She was horrible, and knew how to make you mentally feel like a sack of shit. She took a key, and knelt down. She slid the key into the massive chastity belt around my dick, and twisted it, taking it off. She took a rope, tying it around my nuts. She then led me like a dog into the next room. Aren't leashes supposed to go around your neck?

She made my lie down on the floor. I agreed. "Are you scared?" she asked. I shook my head and then quickly nodded it. "Good," she said. "You should be". I was. Mistress took her glove off and bent down, placing her hand in a flicking position in front of my balls. I'm not gonna lie - they're pretty big. Make a fist with both your left and right hand, and place them together. That's the size of my balls. They couldn't even fit into your mouth. I would've been a fricking pornstar outside, fucking bitches and snorting coke like a hero. All the women would've been after me, asking for my autograph, a picture and permission to give a blowjob. But no. No, instead I'm stuck down inside a dungeon, being humiliated by some Russian chick with big tits I've never even touched.

She took both of her hands, flicking my nuts repeatedly. I'm not gonna lie, it made me pretty uncomfortable. She then took a fist and smashed down on my tender family jewels. I let out a girlish squeal, crossing my legs in pain. Mistress Scarlett just simply laughed, saying "That's all you got in you, you worthless slut?" as she shook her head. A tear dripped down my eye. She stood up, raised one foot, and stomped down. Her high heel dug into my left testicle, and I heard a faint pop. I exhaled all the air in my lungs in one go and tried to get up, but couldn't due to my hands chained to the bed's leg. She then picked up her leg, and once again stomped, this time her flat sole squishing them against the floor. "Are you fucking serious?" she asked. She then lifted up her other foot, standing with all of her weight on my nuts. I coughed up blood, and that's the last thing I remember before I blacked out.

I woke up a while later to see Mistress Scarlett fondling my 11 inch pink mushroom with her hands. She smiled, and slowly began to move her hand up and down. I felt the electric charge building up in my cock, ready to shoot out a dozen gallons of thick salty paste all over her face. She stuck out her tongue, licking the top of it. Thank god I was never circumcised. Oh yeah. I felt the load building up and... BOOM. Precum shot out. "The real thing is yet to come!" I shouted absent-mindedly. It was so weird knowing that just a couple of hours earlier she was raping me and committing sexual assault against me and my huge balls.

She slid my cock between her boobs, and I felt the real thing coming up. But then something weird happened. She just got up. "Hey, Scarlett hon, what happened?" I asked. I felt no pleasure, and felt the cum slowly dribbling up. Mistress turned around and with all her might, slammed into my nads. I suddenly felt a shot squeezed out of them. She then proceeded to kick them again. I started crying, as I felt the cum helplessly dribbling out of my dick. She walked up to a tall cupboard. On the first shelf I could see I paddle she beat my ass with, right next to a bottle full of viagra. She stood on her tiptoes, and just slid the bottle of viagra off the shelf. It fell on the floor. As she bent over to pick it up, I got a good view of her massive ass. Her legs were amazing too. In fact, just the sight of her made my orgasm much more bearable.

I got up, and tried to sneak out. Slowly, to the doorway- yes, yes. Then I saw Mistress turn around. She raised her hand, smashing it against my buttocks that then quaked in the air. I let a cry of pain out, holding my butt in pain. She laughed, before grabbing hold of her ballsack leash. She tugged on it, leading me into another room. I looked to the right, before seeing something - the door was open. I turned around and ran - before realizing where my balls were attatched to. I heard a rip and gasped, looking down before realizing that luckily it was not my nuts, just the string. Needless to say, I was caught and hauled into the dungeon. She grabbed me by the balls with her hands herself, leading me to the corner giving me the occasional squeeze every now and then and threw me in front of the fucking machine. She then screwed open the bottle, pouring out a few pills onto her hand. She opened my mouth, forcing me to swallow the pills. And sure enough, I got a King Kong Zilla long, despite not being horny at all.

The machine pumped in and out. The hollow white cylinder was specially crafted to resemble the feeling of a vagina - and boy, did it. My balls were slowly retracting back into me, and I kept getting semi orgasms, yet still nothing came out. First time, a bit of remaining semen dripped out. Second time nothing happened, I saw some precum drip down, which at least helped with the lubrication. However the third time, nothing came. It started to feel incredibly sensitive and hurt horribly - and finally some white liquid curled out. Most of it was transparent, with a slight milky hue - the kind you get when dropping a teaspoon of chunky flour into water.

I felt tears drip down from my eyes as she led me down to the next room.