A dry gasp escaped Dave's throat. His knees ached like crazy, his shoulders weren't much better. His back felt as though it had been split in two. His ass was still stinging a little. Water, I need water.
His eyes had adjusted to the dark but there wasn't anything to look at. It was just a room. A cell. He'd had the shit beaten out of him. He tried to stop his mind wandering to the other tortures the Radiohead T-shirt wearing girl would have for him, but it was no good. He imagined dildos, pumps, chains , more ropes, gags, locks, whips and other things he'd seen while looking at porn online. He whimpered, then got hard again. He looked down and mentally screamed at his erection stop it! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you, you worthless little good for nothing prick!
He heard footsteps behind him, in the room next door. High heels. Clop. Clop. It was growing nearer. It was outside the door. Then a pause.
Dave waited and waited, for what seemed like hours. On edge. Nothing. No more movement, no more sounds. His mind wandered to full body leather gimp suits.
He felt a breath on his neck, his body instantly convulsed into total panic. He writhed as his constraints, but didn't have the power to scream for help.
"Look up". The voice was hers, undoubtedly. He continued to squirm. "Look up" she repeated, adding more authority to her voice. Dave stopped moving and obeyed.
"Open your mouth." Again, he obeyed. He felt something cool rush into his mouth. Water! Yes! He gulped without question. The gushing stopped. "Again?"
"Yes! More! More water!" He opened his mouth and welcomed the cool, wonderful liquid into his mouth.
"Again?" he didn't respond. He just opened his mouth and waited. There was a bit of a longer pause before the stream restarted. It was warmer, it was stinging his mouth more. He could feel it building up in his throat. Vomit. It was piss. She was feeding him piss. He spat it out, using all his strength to do so. He felt a hand go into his mouth and a bottle being forced into his open jaw. She squeezed the bottle . He was powerless against the fluid flowing down his throat.
When she was sure the bottle had been emptied she lifted it up and bounced it off his head, it rolled into the corned. He could feel a burning in his throat, he was going to throw up.
Blindness. A rush of white light penetrated his eyes. Through the blur he saw her figure appear in front of him again. She was wearing the same t-shirt. The same shaved pussy staring him in the face. He noticed in her hands she had a dildo. The bile was rising in his throat. She placed the dildo on the floor and left, laughing.
The lights went out as the door closed. He threw up immediately after.
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