A Life in Hell

I lost track of time. The first man, whose name I eventually learned as Cliff, brought me food and water occasionally. It didn't seem to be on any set schedule, so I had no way of guessing the days off of that. At first I refused to eat. Cliff wasn't having that. He threatened me a few times, but when I failed to clean my plate after the third, he gave me sensory probation for 24 hours. He dragged me out of the cage by my hair, being very careful to make it as painful as possible without pulling any out. I was bound, gagged, and blindfolded, then dragged somewhere. Cliff whispered to me.

"Listen Red. I can't break that pretty skin of yours before our upcoming auction, so you're getting sensory probation all day. I can't say I envy you. But maybe, just maybe, this will convince you to obey me. Your life will become so much easier when you do."

With that, he slapped a pair of what I assumed were noise-cancelling headphones on my ears, then left the room. The temperature of the room must have been body temperature, because I couldn't feel the air on my skin. I had nothing by my own thoughts. The only way I knew I was alive were the tears I felt streaking down my face every so often.

24 hours later, Cliff was back. I had no idea he was there until he grabbed my shoulders. I screamed as best I could, and Cliff removed the headphones and blindfold.

"How was that? Are you ready to obey me now?"

I looked up at Cliff and nodded. He must have seen the terror in my eyes, because he just laughed.

"Wow Red. That must have really gotten to you, huh?"

I just looked away. Cliff laughed again, then dragged me back to the first room by my collar. He removed my gag and bounds, then watched me crawl back into the cage. He left the room for a moment, then came back with a plate of food. I scarfed it down, making sure to clean the plate. I ate everything he brought me from then on.

Some time after the incident, Cliff came into the room without any food in his hand. He gestured to me to crawl forwards, and I timidly obeyed. Cliff opened the cage, hooked a leash to my collar, than pulled me down. I hit the floor hard, and tried to stand up. He turned around and looked at me, then used to leash to pull me down to my hands and knees. "Stay down, pet," he growled.

I followed him into another unfamiliar room. Cliff signaled to me that I could sit in the chair. I folded into myself, trying to hide as much of myself from Cliff as possible. He chuckled, clipped the leash to the desk in front of me, then sat down behind the desk.

"Gerard, I have a few questions for you. It is important that you answer completely and honestly. If you don't, I'll know. And I need you to answer verbally. Do you understand?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Good. Let's get started, then. Are you a virgin?"

"No."

"Have you ever done anal before?"

"No."

"Have you ever had an STI?"

"No."

Questions similar in nature to those continued. What was he doing? After the interview was completed, Cliff came back around and unhooked the leash from the desk. He dragged me to yet another room, with a sink, scale, and some other unfamiliar equipment. Cliff took and recorded my height and weight, then re-dyed my hair red. The sensation was so natural to me, that I could almost pretend I was free again.

After he dried my hair came something new. He walked me over near a drain in the floor, where he removed the leash from my collar. He then clipped the collar to a metal bar. My feet and hands were also demobilized. I was stuck on my hands and knees. Cliff walked around in front of me so I could see him. His demeanor had changed from one of mock-professionalism. Now there was something ugly, a perverse excitement at my predicament.

"Now Gerard, we need to get you clean, inside and out. I know you haven't done this before, but if you let anything out, there will be a severe punishment."

I swallowed hard, then choked out "ok."

Cliff nodded, then walked back around. I heard the sound of water being turned on, then got hit with a blast of cold water. I gasped, and Cliff snickered. He sprayed me all over with the hose, then soaped me up and sprayed me down again. The pressure left my skin feeling raw. Then I felt something being put in my ass. Nothing had ever been in there before. A liquid was poured in. I could feel it stretching me, draining into my stomach. I cried out as the cramps hit me, but Cliff just kept letting more in.

Eventually the flow stopped. Cliff leaned over me and reminded me of my promise not to let any out, then removed the nozzle from my ass. I squeezed as hard as I could. A little leaked out. After what felt like an eternity, Cliff told me I could let it go. And did it come out of me. I cried as I pushed it out, and he caressed my face.

"You did so well, Gerard. You're ready for the auction."

With that, Cliff sprayed me down one last time, then unhooked me. As soon as the restraints were off, I collapsed. He scooped me up in his arms, and I nuzzled into his chest, sobbing. He carried me to a strange machine, and clasped an attached mask to my face. As I drifted off, I marveled at myself. What had I become? What was I becoming?

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