I groaned as my three massive captors looked down at me. My lungs burned, and the stale taste of ass and pizza still lingered in my mouth. I tried to move as my stomach churned at the thought of serving these monsters for even a second more, but the bindings wouldn't budge an inch.
Sam laughed. "I told you he'd try to escape," she said. "It's always best to bind them up."
Christine rolled her eyes and sighed. She hated being proven wrong.
"Yeah, yeah," she reluctantly agreed. "But we can't just keep him bound up forever. What do we do now?"
The three women looked at each other, glancing down at me occasionally. They rose lazily to their feet and adjourned from the bathroom momentarily. I could hear them arguing outside, but my ears were still ringing and I couldn't make much of it out. Trying to make the best of a bad situation, I slowly began to rock side to side, much like a turtle trying to right itself. If I could get off my back and onto my knees, I just might have been able to find a way to escape.
The floor was hard and cold, and my back ached as I slowly rocked back and forth. With each attempt, I was able to move just a bit more. The metal bindings chafed on my wrists and ankles but now wasn't the time to worry about something minor like pain. My vision began to blur as the pain intensified. The cuffs were gouging my wrists at this point, but I didn't care. I had to get out.
Before long, my efforts paid off. With one last grunt, pain shot up my arms like lightning bolts. My body rolled to the side as I felt my center of gravity shift. I had done it, I was on my stomach. I took a deep breath and forced myself to my knees. The chain connecting the cuffs made it impossible to stand, but at least now I could shuffle towards the door.
The cuffs on my ankles yanked forward as the chain went fully taught as I moved forward, causing me to yelp out in pain. My face went pale as soon as I realized what I had done. The arguing outside went silent and the bathroom door swung open. Christine was the first to enter.
"Oh you poor stupid boy," she spoke, her voice quivering with rage. "You really should not have done that."
"I, I..." I tried to think of an excuse, but Christine cut me off before I could finish.
"We've decided to keep you as a permanent slave," she continued. "We had hoped you'd accept that serving us is an honor, but it appears you are wrong."
Sam stepped into the bathroom, a grin on her face.
"It looks like we'll have to train him to accept what he is," she said. "I'm sure it won't take more than a few months."
Christine nodded. "Hopefully, but we'll do what we need to."
Nicole waddled in behind Sam.
"You think he can help with the rent too? I'm tired of working," she mused.
Christine started to roll her eyes but suddenly looked like she had come up with an idea.
"Actually," she thought out loud. "We could always rent his services out to the highest bidder..."
"Or his holes!" Sam chimed in, much to Christine's annoyance.
I tried to speak up.
"You, you can't do this!" I exclaimed in protest. "I'm a person with rights!"
Sam laughed.
"Not to us, you aren't!" she replied. "Besides, isn't sex work illegal? If you reported us, you'd be screwed too!"
Christine smiled slyly as she glared down at me.
"Sounds like we're all in agreement," she stated. "Well, all of us that matter anyway. However, we still need to do something about your little escape attempt."
I looked up at Christine, my eyes quivering. She truly was massive and intimidating, especially from this angle. Her stomach largely obscured her face, and it looked like she was at least four times my size. Bound up like this, I truly was helpless against my new owners. My face grew cold when I realized what I had just thought. These women, these fat, selfish, ruthless slobs, controlled my life now. I was at their mercy.
Christine took a step forward. I could feel the floor rumble as her foot came down.
