Sabrina slowly climbed out of a deep dark pit of exhaustion prompted by the throbbing of her body. Opening her eyes her gaze first went to her bound wrists and she swallowed a lump of dismay. She had hoped that everything had been a nightmare, but the sight of her restraints, together with the ache her entire body was experiencing reinforced the fact that she was a captive. She closed her eyes again as tears welled up in response to her hopeless situation.
The door opened and a light clicked on. Michael stood in the doorway surveying his new slave. The pattern of thin red marks criss-crossing her body, the result of her punishment last night, was a pleasing sight. Unshed tears were making her emerald eyes luminous as she gazed up at him fearfully, obviously dreading what might lie in store for her.
Michael stood there for a few moments more, savouring the treasure that he had obtained. Once more, his plan had worked like a dream. Arranging with that thug to accost Sabrina allowing him to step in to defend her had lulled her into a sense of false security and it had been easy to slip the slow-acting drug into her drink when she was in the bathroom. After that, it had been a simple case of gauging her reactions and making sure he was in a position to get her into his car. The drug, although slow acting, was powerful and ensured she was deeply unconscious the moment he sat her in his car, which then allowed him to get everything set up in his dungeon and have her suitably restrained before she awoke.
Sure now that his slave was suitably cowed, Michael strode into the room and stood above her.
"Well slave, it is time for your breakfast," he said, smiling to himself as she gazed up at him hopefully. "Let's get you sitting up."
Pulling at her bound wrists he helped her sit up and slide sideways so that she was sat on the edge of the bed. Swiftly he bent down and before she could realise what he was doing, he had attached the restraints at her ankles to a ring set in the floor. He then reached down to her wrists and detached them from the chain at the head of the bed. Hope flared in Sabrina's eyes, but was quickly replaced with dismay as he forced her hands behind her back and reattached them to the chain. Leaning towards the end of the bed he brought out another chain and attached that also to her wrists. Then he pressed a switch beside the bed. Slowly each of the chains tightened until she was completely immobilised.
Sabrina was confused. She had been promised breakfast so why now was Michael ensuring she couldn't move?
His eyes roved over Sabrina's naked body once more. "Well slave?" he said, "do you want your breakfast?"
"Y-yes please" she whispered.
"What have I told you slave? Once more you disobey me!" Michael growled.
Gasping in fright Sabrina realised her mistake.
"Y-yes please Master!" she stammered.
"For that I should deny you breakfast. You have certainly earned more punishment!" Michael informed her. "However, I am feeling generous this morning so I will allow you your breakfast."
Relief flooded Sabrina's features, although slightly tinged with fear at the prospect of yet more punishment. However, she soon realised that Michael was slowly opening his robe. Her eyes flew up to his face in shock as his cock sprang free, already hard. Surely he couldn't mean what his actions were implying!
"Very well slave, you may have your breakfast," he said thrusting his cock against her mouth. "And I warn you, do a good job or you will make me very angry, and you do not want that!"
Sabrina realised she had no choice and opened her mouth. At once Michael shoved his cock in hard, ramming it against the back of her throat. She gagged, then whimpered in pain as he grabbed hold of her plait and yanked her head up to meet his eyes.
"You will do as you are told and you will accommodate me as far as I wish to take you. I will have no more of this resistance!" he commanded. "Do you understand?"
Fearfully Sabrina nodded.
"Very well slave, resume, and this time do not try my patience!"
Once again he shoved his cock hard into her mouth. This time, terrified of the punishment she would incur if she did not satisfy her master, Sabrina made a concentrated effort to open her throat, wincing slightly as his cock slid even further inside!
"Better, my slave. You might be worth the effort after all!" Michael purred.
As Sabrina became accustomed to the invasion of her mouth she started to work her tongue and her lips. Working hard, she slid her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, pausing every so often to swirl it around the head. Michael, in the meantime, still had hold of her hair and every so often would give a sharp tug, bringing tears to her eyes and reminding her who was in control. Slowly she felt him start to respond and increased her rhythm as she tasted the pre-cum that was starting to form. Once again, Michael rammed his cock against the back of her throat, this time moving it further down as Sabrina became accustomed to the action. Then he withdrew slightly and repeated the actions. Sabrina desperately maintained her rhythm, increasing the pressure of her tongue and lips against his shaft. Surely he must be close, she thought, her mouth aching from the effort of accommodating him. Finally Michael tensed, gripping her hair hard and thrust his cock as far down her throat as it would go, shooting his load in a savage, sharp burst.
"Swallow!" he growled, and Sabrina swiftly obeyed. Without prompting, she proceeded to lick him clean, until not a drop of cum remained.
"Well slave, I see you are finally learning to obey your master's instructions," Michael said softly. "This will be your breakfast every day and I expect you to thank your master for his generosity!"
