[DeepInnerFreak]

The Lake House

Chapter Ten

“Ghease, ghease mahh it stoh”, Bethany cries in desperation against her gag as the basement door swings open. She closes her puffy bloodshot eyes and flinches away from the blazing light that floods out the darkness. Bethany hadn’t had a second's rest from the machine that was still driving the long thick dildo into her sore, exposed hole. She hadn’t been able to sleep. It felt like she had been fucked by a thousand men a thousand times over.

“Morning whore”, was the response along with an unappreciated shock to the neck.

Bethany screamed in agony. The shocks pulsate through her body causing her focus to shift from her inflamed pussy to her tensing, burning, cramping muscles.

“I don’t remember giving the whore permission to speak”, Chloë said, pressing the button on the collar continually. The sounds of Bethany’s muffled screams fought against the sound of the machine fucking her swollen pussy.

“Is the whore not enjoying itself?

Bethany adjusts her eyes to the light and looks at Chloë. Her upside down figure looks over her as she pleads with her tired eyes to make the suffering end.

“I thought we found something that the whore was good at, don’t disappoint me by telling me the useless bitch can’t take a few hours of cock”.

Bethany had no concept of how long she had been fucked for. Chloë looked well rested, clean and content. “At least eight hours” she thought to herself, “maybe ten”, for Chloë to have had sleep and a shower. The smell of cocoa-butter filled the room. Bethany desperately wanted to wash; the half-caked in dry, stale mud, sweat and urine that covered her body made her feel disgusting.

“One more orgasm whore, then I will switch it off”.

Bethany shook her head, a mixture of inability and disbelief. She didn’t have another orgasm in her. Her pussy felt like it was on fire having been tortured so long–it wasn’t possible.

“No?” Chloë ridiculed. “Has the whore come to the end of its use? The only thing it’s good for and it can’t even do that?. What a waste of space”.

Bethany let out a loud sigh of relief against the gag as the machine screeched to a halt. She could feel the thudding of her pussy throughout her whole body. She grunted as Chloë untied her legs letting them drop to either side of the bench, the weight of them pulling hard on her stiffened tendons and muscles. Bethany grabbed at her legs trying her best to soothe them as her hands were released from her sides. Her gag was removed and Bethany clambered across the floor naked to the water tank and lapped at it desperately. Chloë emptied a can of Pedigree Chum onto the floor beside her before making space in the middle of the basement, pulling the fucking machine and the bench to the perimeter.

With Chloë’s back to Bethany she discreetly brought her trembling free hands to the collar, running her fingers shakily around its circumference. “If I can just get this thing off”, she thinks to herself, “I can probably make a run for it”. She discovers the end of the collar strap and follows it around. It’s passed through a loop into some kind of buckle. Bethany’s head bowed and her breath escaped her. The buckle was covered in some kind of plastic shield, there was no way to get it off. She slumps against the wall defeated.

“Eat up whore, like a little bitch, the whore’s going to need its energy today”.

Bethany snarled at Chloë as she leaned down on all fours to the pile, picking at the food with her mouth. It tasted just as bad as she remembered.

After eating the food, Bethany’s hands were tied behind her back and she was led to two small wooden blocks she was instructed to stand on, feet spread apart in the middle of the basement. She felt an upwards pull on her wrists from an additional rope Chloë had tied to her restrained arms. The rope was attached to some kind of pulley system up to the ceiling and back down to where Chloë stood. The force was enough to support her weight but demanded that she tiptoe on the blocks underneath her feet. Chloë placed the scales from yesterday’s cock sucking session between the wooden blocks.

A clear plastic tube is placed in her mouth. “Bite down, whore and don’t let go”. Bethany holds the tube in her mouth between her teeth. She sucks on the straw out of curiosity and tastes water.

“These will hurt a lot”, Chloë said smiling, as she showed Bethany a handful of alligator clips. Chloë removed the rubber sheaths that covered the metal teeth. Bethany screamed and wriggled in her treacherous position, almost kicking the blocks from under her feet as the clips were clamped to her sore, swollen pussy lips. Bethany could feel the harsh, jagged metal teeth digging into her soft, smooth delicate skin like she was being threaded with needles. Bethany’s breaths increased. She grunted through her gritted teeth as she acclimatises with the pain. Bethany can feel the clips being pulled, the sharp edges of the clamps digging in more ferociously as she grunts louder in reaction.

Chloë steps back from under Bethany with a menacing look on her face. “Time for the whore to piss”.

Bethany didn’t understand. The brain fog clouding her concentration from lack of sleep wasn’t allowing her to register what was going on. She looked at Chloë confused.


“Stupid dumb whore”, Chloë said before outlining Bethany’s next ordeal. “There’s a bucket attached to the whores cunt. When the bucket is heavy enough it will eventually make contact with the scales underneath”. Chloë begins to point over to where the rope holding Bethany up is anchored to the wall. “When the bucket connects to the scales, that blow torch will ignite and burn the rope that's holding the whore up”.

Bethany contemplates her predicament, understanding what is happening. “You’re fucking insane” she thinks to herself as she stands tiptoed trying to focus, glaring at Chloë with her weary eyes.

“Well come on then, piss for me whore. Show me that its ruined wreck of a cunt isn’t completely useless”.

Bethany tries her best to relax but her body is fighting with itself just to stay standing. She watches as Chloë crouches in level with her pussy.

“Did all that cock break the whore’s cunt? Maybe I can shock the piss out of the useless bitch?”

“No more shocks”, Bethany thought to herself, shaking her head manically–she couldn’t take anymore. She desperately needed to sleep. She was using as much of her mental focus to stay awake as she was dealing with the pain throughout her body. She closed her eyes and relaxed as best she could, letting out a few drips into the bucket.

“The whore’s going to need more than that to free itself”.

“Maybe if I had some fucking privacy”, she thought before the irony of what she knew hit her–making her smile inside. The calm thoughts of being back in the apartment alleviated the tension within her enough that her stream started again, flowing freely out of her and into the bucket.

“Clever whore”, Chloë mocked as she walked over to the ladders before putting them back against the door frame. “I’ll leave you to your long pissing session bitch”. The door closed, the lights went out and Chloë was gone.

As the bucket filled, Bethany could feel her lips stretching and contorting to accommodate the weight. The clips ripped at the skin as they clung on for dear life to her sensitive outer folds. She knew the more she filled the bucket, the more it would hurt, but the longer she didn’t fill the bucket the more it would hurt. She sucked at the water amid the short, heavy breathing, screaming and grunting. She filled herself as much as possible, praying it would flow its way through her body but it wasn’t happening quickly enough.

Her body wasn’t processing the fluid as swiftly as she needed it to. She took a mouthful of water and slowly allowed it to escape her mouth, running down her cleavage, between her large tits. She felt the coolness as the narrow watercourse meandered down her warm tummy, curving her body to her pussy, finding her slit before dripping into the bucket. She allowed the pain to leave her body through her nostrils, keeping her mouth shut only for the small gap she allowed for the water to escape. The strain on her lips was excruciating. It felt like they were not part of her body anymore and the only part of her body all at the same time. She dribbled some more, added pee where she could, each time to deafening screams.

She heard a clunk and the room lit up like a bonfire. The bellowing sound of the blowtorch as the intense warmth hit her skin evaporating her sweat in an instant. Bethany braced herself for the inevitable drop as the rope frayed and burned to the side of her. The force that had been holding her up gave way and she fell onto the soles of her feet, the teeth still digging into her but no longer pulling. She stepped down from the blocks, unable to remove the burning clamps and collapsed in front of the bucket of fluid. With her legs spread apart, laying on the hard rough concrete surface she gave into her body. She closed her eyes and fell asleep despite the thumping pulse from the clips digging into her pussy.

Bethany woke to shocks being fired down her neck. She cramped and spasmed as she screamed.

“Wakey, wakey whore”, Chloë greeted as the menacing teeth were unclipped from her pussy lips leaving angry red marks.

Bethany had no idea how long she slept, she only knew it wasn’t enough. She still felt dazed, the fogginess in her head persisted. She looked around the basement and could see Chloë had already moved the furniture around again, the balance bench displayed in front of her.

“Lay down on the bench whore”, Chloë instructed.

Bethany creeped over on all fours, her body almost not being able to support itself. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. She looked down at her pussy as she lay naked on the bench. She could make out the marks from the clamps that chewed into her thick puffy lips. No sign of blood. She was restrained to the bench once again, her hands to her sides but her feet together. This time her collar was also secured with rope and her mouth covered with tape wrapped around the bench underneath making it impossible for her to move her head. She saw the bucket that she had just peed and dribbled in being placed on a metal pole above her head. A tap at its side hovered over her.

Chloë fumbled about with the bucket, obscuring Bethany’s view before moving away. “I’ve added some ice to your piss, whore. Enjoy”.

Once again Chloë left, leaving the naked captive restrained and in the dark. It wasn’t initially clear what the purpose of this next activity was, even when it started. She could feel herself drifting off again, such was her need for sleep before a drop of the pee, dribble and ice concoction fell on the middle of her forehead. The coolness sent shivers down her body as the wetness splashed above her brow, rolling down the side of her head. She could smell the faint aroma of urine as it trickled down her face.

Bethany’s face muscles tightened in disgust. “This is fucking gross”, she thought to herself as another drop fell on the same space on her forehead. Another splash fell and the scent, although diluted, was turning her stomach. She retched at the smell trying not to choke on her own saliva with the tape preventing her heaves to escape. It was impossible for her to get any sleep. Everytime she closed her eyes another cold plop would strike her head alerting her body. Wide eyed and exhausted, Bethany was becoming irritable. Her muscles were beginning to seize up again from the restraints and the boredom of being alone, with only her thoughts as company were taking their toll.

She still didn’t really know why she was here. Why Chloë was torturing her every second of the day. Chloë’s explanation still didn’t seem to make sense. Bethany wasn’t in a mentally fit enough state to work anything out. As the drips continued to hit her, she couldn’t work out how she was going to escape, but she promised herself, at the next obvious opportunity she would give everything to get out of this living hell.