The slave now dubbed Hopeless awoke in her cell. Her ankle was shackled to one of the bars in her cell. There was no walls between each cell and Hopeless saw the rest of the slaves watching her. She shifted and felt her cunt was filled.
Looking down she saw a metal device snug around her waist. She tugged at it to no effect. She tried to shift it, and felt something inside of her also shifted. There was a dildo on the belt keeping her full.
She hurt all over. Her body had been beaten for hours, and then fucked for hours before being at her captor's mercy. She remembered the climax's she had, remembered her passing out from them. Thinking of them made her cunt ache, but she tried to put it aside.
"Hey!" she shouted and immediately fell to her knees with a jolt to her neck. White spots clouded her eyes as pain overcame her. She screamed and received another shock, leading to another scream.
After four shocks, her head light from pain she saw her captor standing outside her cell with no door. He smiled at her, taking pleasure in her pain.
"Your collar has a noise restriction. Anything over a whisper will result in a shock like you experienced. I would suggest that you learn to control your outbursts."
Chase watched her, seeing she wasn't quiet broken, and felt his cock stir at the thought. She glared at him, and he decided it was time for a lesson. He tapped a button and the vibrator inside her started to move. She moaned, much more quiet and sat down letting the vibrator shake inside her. She rose and rose toward another climax, and it stopped.
She gasped, her hands trembling at her need. She panted until her breathing came back under control, and the vibrator started up again. Over and over she rose and fell, pants and moaned, all waiting for the final act.
"What am I, Hopeless?" Chase asked, his finger poised over the button to the demon inside her.
"My Master." Hopeless whispered.
"What else?" he drove her up and back down again.
"My food, my water. My everything, Master."
"That's right." he told her. Back up...a little longer this time, before removing the feeling. "Do you know what you need?"
"I need my word...Master." she admitted. Once more up, a little longer before it retreated. Just a second more and she would fall over the edge.
"Good Hopeless. Do you remember your word?"
Hopeless searched through her memory, unable to come up with it. "No, Master."
"That's a shame. I don't either. I'm sure I have it written down somewhere. I'll let you know if I find it." he shrugged as he walked away. Hopeless looked after his with a sob. Her hips gyrated on the intruder inside her with no relief.
She watched Master go to another slave's cell. The slave fell to her knees before the man. He reached down and massaged her breasts.
"Hello Useless." Chase spoke as he continued to play with her breasts. "You have a word, don't you Useless."
"Yes, Master." her whisper came across the silent dungeon. Her breath quickened as he continued.
"What is that word, Useless."
"Return, Master. My word is return."
