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 Enslaving Robert (part 2)

   Robert 5_2

   As the file name indicates, this story is part of the Robert series. 
After having his life turned upside down, Robert strives to keep his sanity
as his uncle continues to train him.  As the weeks turn into months, hope
of escape dwindles and Robert's future seems bleak.  You will probably
enjoy this story more if you read the prior ones first.

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   (Ped, Mm, MMf, mf, inc, nc, ws, toys, bd, enem, tor, drugs)

   By The Devil's Advocate

   5.

   "How's our little girl today," Jay said as he came into the basement the
next day.

   "After last night I guess she's actually a little woman now," Bob said
in return.

   They both got a good laugh out of it.  I was still pretty tired and was
pretending to sleep.  I knew my blush was giving me away so I went ahead
and opened my eyes.  I almost cried when I seen Jay bring Bob his food. 
Bob's food was on a plate and not in a bowl.  Not only that, but it wasn't
the normal random slop.  It looked to be a ham sandwich or possibly turkey.


   I couldn't fucking believe Jay was giving Bob the star treatment like
this.  I knew I had information Jay needed which explained my treatment. 
However, it was Bob, not I, that had treated Jay so bad during the past few
months.

   The sandwich looked so good compared to what I had been eating that I
might have actually fought him for it had my hands not been bound behind my
back still.  Okay, maybe I actually wouldn't have since I knew I would just
get my butt kicked.  Hell, with the gag down my throat I couldn't even beg
for his scraps.

   "Don't worry, I have breakfast for you too," Jay said as he carried over
a second bulb for my dildo gag.

   I knew I had no real choice in the matter so I shuffled over the best I
could and stuck my face near the bars.  I did it near Bob hoping that Bob
might make a grab for Jay when he got close.  Bob just sat there eating his
sandwich like an idiot.  I couldn't believe he was actually buying into
Jay's claim he would let Bob go when this was all over.

   Removing the existing bulb from my gag was easy since it was empty now.
Putting the new one on required a tad more acrobatics.  I had to tilt my
head downward with the top of my head against the bars.  Jay then squeezed
the bulb through the bars and lifted it up to my face and screwed it onto
the gag.

   This time I kept my eyes tightly closed when the new bulb came into
sight.  I knew that whatever Jay put in there wasn't going to be pleasant
and the sight of it would probably be even worse.  If I was lucky then
maybe he put some poison in it and this living hell would come to an end.

   After it was in place Jay gave it a good squeeze.  I had anticipated
this but still got some of it down the wrong pipe and started trying to
cough it back up.  My attempts at coughing caused some of the mixture to
slide up around the outside of the dildo and into my mouth.  It was only a
few drops but still enough to give me a good taste of it.

   "So much for not knowing the contents," I thought to myself as my mind
automatically tried to analyze the flavor.

   The bright side is that I couldn't taste the bitterness of urine.  There
was a definite presence of the enema drug and what appeared to be sperm. 
The sperm, however, tasted somewhat off somehow.  I had only gotten a tiny
bit on my taste buds though so maybe it was just my imagination.  On a
flavor scale of 1 to 10 I would probably give it a 3 or 4 with 10 being
about as good as a slave could ever expect to get.  The sad thing is that a
3 was actually a big step up from what I had been receiving lately.

   I'm not so sure why the flavor was of concern to me anyway.  The dildo
gag deposited the fluid directly into my throat so very little of it ever
made it to my tongue.  Still, I couldn't help but get grossed out by the
thought of all the piss and cum that had been deposited into my stomach in
the past couple days.

   Once Jay let go of the gag I backed away from the bars and looked at
him. I blushed when I realized he was just staring back at me.  Normally he
would be busying about trying to finish up his daily "slave training" as
fast as he could so he wouldn't have to stay in the cold basement too long.
I imagine the basement seemed even colder to him than us since he was used
to the much warmer upstairs; not that I felt sorry for him.

   It wasn't just the fact that he was staring at me that made me blush
though.  There was something in the way he was doing it.  There was this
evil smile on his face that told me he knew something I didn't.  I thought
it might be about what he might have planned for the day but then I noticed
he was staring very intently at the dildo gag.

   "God, what did he put in it?" I started thinking.

   You could see he wanted to tell me what was in the bulb.  For an instant
he started to talk but then held his tongue.  My guess is that he wanted to
wait for a better time to break it to me.  Or, maybe there wasn't anything
out of the ordinary in the bulb after all and he was just playing head
games with me.

   I tried to push all these thoughts out of my head.  However, when you
sit in a cage day after day with no books, tv or other entertainment, your
brain seems to work in overdrive whenever you provide it with some kind of
question or drama.  That is, when you are not high as a kite from the drug;
which by the way I could already feel tingling at my insides.

   I wanted nothing more than to lie down and get another 10 hours sleep,
but that wasn't going to happen.  Our cage reeked of piss and cum which
meant a cold shower was probably in our near future.  Sure enough, Jay
finally turned and walked into the bathroom; a few seconds later he walks
back out holding onto the hose.

   I scooted to the back of the cage, not that it mattered.  Jay didn't
even hesitate.  Once he got in range he started spraying both the cage and
use down like he was washing off a piece of lawn furniture or something. 
Bob had gotten to eat his nice sandwich but at least he wasn't spared the
hose.  Regardless of how often he got the hose though Bob still seemed to
somehow stink all the time.

   Once our morning bath was over Jay returned the hose to the bathroom and
then walked back out with a couple large towels.  He tossed one to David
and Joey and the other he tossed on top of our cage above Bob.

   Bob grabbed the towel and started drying off.  I quickly made it across
the cage to Bob but when I got there he reached out with his food and
kicked me away.  I was desperate for warmth and tried again only to be
kicked even harder.  Bob knew it would be warmer if he dried me off and
cuddled with me.  However, he also knew Jay would not approve and his
4-star treatment might come to an abrupt end.  So, he contented himself
with the warmth of the now semi dry towel.

   "Would you like your bathroom break early today," Jay asked me.

   I frantically nodded my head up and down.  Anything would be better than
the cold sting of the metal cage.  The enemas were uncomfortable but they
were also very warm.  Any source of heat right now would be heaven.

   Jay had the good sense to handcuff Bob's hands before he opened our
cage. I was trembling like a leaf but managed to duck walk out of the cage.
Once I got out of the cage, however, Jay pushed me and I fell forward hard.
It was a short fall but with my hands locked behind my back it still hurt
when my chest landed on the floor.  I managed to pull my head back so I
wouldn't bust my jaw or forehead but the bulb still made contact and I got
a large squirt into the back of my throat.

   "A slave crawls on his knees unless told otherwise," Jay said as I tried
to get my coughing under control.  "You better hurry the hell up."

   As I struggled around trying to get up without the use of my hands, I
saw Jay removing his belt.  I must have gotten to my knees in record time.
Jay wasn't impressed though and started using the belt on my back and ass
as I scurried across the floor.

   David had what I think is called a half finished basement.  Me, I would
have called it a mostly unfinished basement.  The only thing "finished"
about it was the bathroom.  There was plasterboard on the walls also but no
paint or wallpaper.

   The ceiling was almost completely untouched.  There was insulation
pushed up between the two by eight supports but it was hanging down in a
few places where the "temporary" bindings for it had given way.  I'm not
sure you are even supposed to use insulation in the basement ceiling or
not. Maybe he only did it as a temporary energy conservation measure.  Or,
maybe he just didn't know what the fuck he was doing.

   The only light fixture in the main room was clearly temporary as well.
It was one of those cheap light sockets you often see in utility rooms or
basement closets.  It was a glossy white and made of some kind of hard
ceramic material.  The electrical cable leading to it had been carefully
placed but the light itself had been sloppily nailed to one of the wooden
ceiling supports.

   This of course brings us to the floor and my current dilemma.  The floor
was nothing but barren cement.  It was that smooth foundation type cement
though and not that rough type you sometimes see used on sidewalks.  If you
don't understand the difference between the two then just ask my knees. 
Had it been the rough kind then I probably would have left a bloody trail
behind me as I rushed for the bathroom.  I could tell my knees would be
bruised and scuffed up by this surface but at least there would still be
skin there.

   Jay was raining the belt down on me so fast that I think he was almost
as tired as I was by the time we finally reached the bathroom.  I think the
cold was already getting to Jay because he closed the bathroom door once we
were inside and then opened the heating vent.  I almost cried with joy when
I felt the delicious warm air envelop my wet body.

   Taking the enema fluid in was a little easier this time.  However, when
Jay finally let me get on the toilet to expel it I thought someone had set
my asshole on fire.  After loosing my cherry to Bob's big dick I knew the
enema fluid would sting when I released it.  However, I had no idea it
would be this bad.  If this stinging was any indication of how many cuts
and fissures I had, then my asshole probably looked like raw hamburger
right now.

   I tried releasing the enema as slow as possible, but Jay got tired of
waiting and took the belt to my chest and stomach.  I screamed around the
gag as I finally gave in and let the water drain from me at full speed. 
The pain was so bad that I almost blacked out.

   The combination of the drug in the enema and my "baby bottle" had my
head swimming in no time.  It would be another 20 minutes probably before I
reached the peak but I could definitely see it already.

   "Stay with me," Jay laughed as he gave the bulb a good squeeze.

   My coughing caused the remainder of the enema to work it's way out of
me. Jay seemed a little too fascinated by the bulb and it's contents.  He
kept giving it squeezes and making comments as he did so.  He didn't stop
until the bulb was empty once more.

   "Do you think you can keep your mouth shut if I remove your baby
bottle?" Jay asked after cleaning me up.

   I nodded of course.  My throat was hurting like hell from having the
dildo gag in for so long.  I'm not sure I could have talked even if I
tried. If I were to say something, however, it would have been to beg for
permission to throw up in the toilet.  My body felt saturated with all the
piss, cum and who knows what else that had been placed in the bulb during
the past 24 hours.

   After getting my gag off, Jay removed what little clothes he had on.  I
just knelt there and watched.  His body still had various bruises and
slightly healed cuts from the games Bob had made him play.  When he pulled
his sweat pants down I noted that his dick was hard already.  I prayed that
he didn't plan to use my asshole.  Jay's dick was about the same size as
Bob's but I felt like I would die from the pain if I got ass fucked again
anytime soon.

   Jay leaned over the small vanity and picked up something I hadn't
noticed when I had come in.  I recognized it right away though once he
brought my attention to it.  It was a leather chastity belt I had made my
uncles create.  It was one of many leather items I had them create. 
Working with the leather was a bitch but it gave them something to do when
I didn't have them playing their games.

   This was one of only two adult size items I had made them create.  My
sexual interests these days seemed geared more toward younger slaves but I
figured it wouldn't hurt to have a couple adult items as well.

   The design for this particular item was pretty simple.  There was a thin
belt that went around the waist.  There was then another strap of leather
that connected to the front and ran downward.  This part was only about 5
inches long and connected to a large O-ring that the slave's dick and balls
would be pulled through if it is a guy.  If it was a girl then the ring
would be over their hole and a dildo could be fucked through it.  At the
bottom of this O-ring was another leather strap that ran from it, up the
person's ass crack and then connected to the belt around the waist.  The
section going across the ass crack had a slightly wider section on it
designed to hold a butt plug in place.  Once on, the plug couldn't be
removed without removing the belt first.

   "If you are a good girl I might let you wear this for a few days," Jay
smiled.

   My eyes started to tear up as I looked at the device again.  The butt
plug connected to the back end looked more like a dildo to me.  It was
about 1.25 inches thick and 8 inches long.  There was a 30-degree bend in
it around the 4-inch mark.

   What made me really sad was that despite how horrible it would be to
wear, it would still be 100 times better than being fucked relentlessly by
Bob.  As long as the chastity belt was locked in place my ass would be off
limits to him.

   The more I thought about it, the more I wanted that belt on me.  I just
knew Bob would literally fuck me to death if I wasn't given some kind of
protection from him.  Jay must have been reading my facial expressions
because he didn't say or do anything until right after I had figured out
the benefit of the belt.

   "So, does my little girl want to wear her new panties?" Jay mocked.

   I closed my eyes and nodded.

   "I want to hear you ask for it," Jay said.

   "Please can I wear my new panties?" I managed to whisper despite my sore
throat.

   "I think you forgot something at the end of that sentence," Jay growled.

   "Please can I wear my new panties, Master?" I said.

   Asking to wear the chastity belt was bad enough but having to call him
master embarrassed me more than anything.  I couldn't look him in the eye
when I said it and could barely say it louder than a whisper.  He seemed
satisfied with the response, however, and started putting it on me.

   He was nice enough to put some lube on the plug but wasn't too gentle
when it came time to insert it.  I started trying to crawl away when he got
about 5 inches inside.  The bend in the plug made it go in a little easier
but it was still pushing hard against something inside me.

   Jay gave me a hard slap across my ass and then pushed my face down
against the floor and placed his left foot on top of my head to keep me
still.  I tried my best to keep quiet but couldn't help but beg for mercy
when he was forcing the last few inches inside.

   Fitting my balls and dick through the ring at the front wasn't cake
either.  The ring was rather large but it was still a damn tight fit for my
huge balls and dick.  He pulled my balls through first then bent my flaccid
dick and threaded it through.  The fit was so tight that I thought it was
going to scrape the skin off my dick as it squeezed through.

   Jay then pulled the straps tight and used a small lock to ensure no one
could remove it but him.  This was the first time I had ever worn a butt
plug of course and it felt rather uncomfortable.  I constantly felt like
expelling it but obviously couldn't.  I also felt like I was constantly
being punched in the gut.

   As horrible as it was, the plug was still tons better than having Bob's
dick up me every few hours.  I wasn't naive though.  With my asshole
unavailable I knew damned well Bob would use my mouth instead.  The pain in
my throat though was way less than my asshole.

   "Do you like your new panties?" Jay smiled.

   "Yes, Master," I said with a blush.

   "Yeah, I thought a naughty girl like you would like those," Jay laughed.
"Now it's just a question of how bad you want to keep them on."

   At that Jay stood in front of me and stroked his cock a few times.  I
groaned when I realized there was a price attached to my new panties.  It
wasn't a major surprise but I had still hoped that I might actually make it
out of the bathroom today without any further humiliations.

   "Hmm, maybe I should just give the key to Bob after all," Jay said after
a moment.

   "Please, Master!" I said as he turned to leave the bathroom.

   "Please, what?" Jay said as he turned to look at me again.

   "Please can I suck you, Master," I whispered.

   I never thought I would ever hear those words come out of my mouth in a
million years.  Yet, it had only taken Jay about 4 to 6 weeks to draw them
from me.  I never felt more humiliated in my entire life.  At least I knew
I didn't really want to perform the task.  I was just doing it to prevent
an even worse fate.  But then I guess that is what a slave's life is all
about...  compromises.

   "I think Bob might be right," Jay laughed as I opened my mouth and
sucked the head of his dick inside.  "I think our little girl has grown
into a young woman."

   With everything I was being put through you would think name-calling
wouldn't affect me anymore.  However, for the life of me I just couldn't
keep from blushing every time I was referred to as a girl.  I think maybe
part of the reason it affected me so much was because it was a reminder of
how I had been used in such an unmanly fashion and how they planned to
continue to use me that way.  To them, I was nothing more than a girl with
holes to stick their dicks into.

   The fucker was lucky my jaw was so stiff and sore from wearing the dildo
gag for so long.  Had it not been then I probably would have tried to bite
his dick off.  Just the thought of attempting it, however, scared the shit
out of me for some reason.  No doubt it was the effects of the drugs
currently infesting my body.  It was easy for me to sit here and claim I
would do this or that when I had an excuse not to actually follow through
with it.  I tried my best not to remember the fact that I had sucked Jay's
dick before and not taken the opportunity to bite him then...  despite my
jaw being in good working order.

   As I suckled at the tip of his dick, Jay used a fist full of my hair to
force me to shuffle backward on the hard bathroom floor.  The drug made it
hard to think about more than one thing at a time so I just focused on his
dick and let my body automatically follow his lead.  The next time I looked
around me I realized we were standing in the shower.

   "Time to put your retainer in," Jay smiled as he pulled his dick from my
lips.

   I looked up to see him grab a ring gag from a hook on the wall.  I had
my own supply of ring gags but this one was not one of mine.  It was either
one from Bob's collection or possibly something Jay picked up recently just
for me.  It looked much like any other ring gag only it had special grooves
for where the teeth went.  The gag was so large that it would be extremely
hard to remove once my teeth were in those grooves.  The additional strap
that went around my head would pretty much make it an impossibility to
remove without the use of my hands.

   Resistance was pointless so I just angled my head back and opened my
mouth as far as I could.  When he placed the gag at my mouth I was shocked
to find that my mouth still wasn't open wide enough.  He placed the bottom
groove over the lower teeth and then pushed down hard.  The ring appeared
to be made of a very hard rubber-type material.  However, the material
still had a little bend to it when he pressed hard.  This lowered the top
of the gag just enough to fit under my upper teeth.  He then let go of the
gag and stepped back fast so he could watch the show.

   When he let go the rubber gag tried to retain it's natural shape, thus
pushing my mouth further open.  The pain built up fast in my jaw and I
shook my head back and forth and jabbed at it with my tongue in a futile
effort to dislodge the ring.

   When this didn't work I bit down as hard as I could to help relieve some
of the pressure.  This turned out to be a vital mistake.  After a minute my
jaw muscles started to tire out.  It wasn't long and I couldn't provide an
ounce of resistance.  My jaw made tiny snapping sounds as it was forced
open until the ring finally reached it's resting state.

   I kicked myself for providing so much resistance to the ring.  Had I
provided just minor resistance than I could have maintained a semi
comfortable state for possibly hours.  Instead, I had used up my full
supply of resistance in a matter of two minutes.  I blushed at the fact
that a small piece of rubber had not only out powered but also out smarted
me.

   I prayed that Jay didn't plan to keep me in this device all day and all
night like he had with the dildo gag.  I could already feel my jaw muscles
cramping up.  If I stayed like this for even an hour I could have permanent
damage.  Or at least it felt that way.

   "After today you will know what it really means to be face fucked," Jay
laughed.  "Yeah, our little girl is definitely going to be all woman after
this."

   I knew he was serious when he closed the shower door.  No doubt, things
were about to get messy and he wanted to make the cleanup job as easy as
possible.

   "I don't suppose you care to tell me now where Karen is?" Jay asked.

   God did I want to tell him.  But I just knew better.  I know I say I
would rather be dead than going through all these things.  However, as long
as I was still alive there was always hope of escape.  So, I just looked
down at the floor away from him.

   "There is something you should know," Jay said.  "I've been going around
to farms looking for where you might be keeping her."

   I might have laughed had I not been in so much pain from the gag.  The
dumb shit wasn't even looking in the right state.  Kansas had to be at
least 75 percent farmland.  It would take him years before he could even
come close to ruling the state out as a possible location for her.  My
heart sank, however, when he knelt next to me and whispered in my ear.

   "You would be surprised what kind of souvenirs I'm finding on my little
trips to those farms," he said.  "I've heard all little girls like horses.
I guess you are no exception."

   I felt like throwing up when I realized what he was saying.  He had put
horse cum in my dildo gag earlier today.  I tried to convince myself that
he was just playing with my mind.  I mean, what farm would just give him
horse cum?  Was that actually something farms normally sold?  But then, I
wouldn't put it past Jay to just pull up to a barbed wire fence on a
country road, lure a horse over and then jack it off into a jar.

   I could tell from his voice though that he wasn't bluffing.  I worked
hard to keep my stomach under control.  The last thing I wanted to do was
throw up and actually taste the cum.  Still, it was hard not to visualize
all that horse sperm swimming around in my stomach.

   As I knelt there crying, Jay stood back up and turned the shower on.  As
he adjusted the temperature I just stared at the water running across the
tiles and into the drain.  I noted that Jay had not thought to remove the
drain cover.  It didn't matter though, I hadn't eaten anything solid for
over 24 hours now so everything would fit through the holes if I threw up.

   "God, take me away from here," I thought as Jay grabbed my hair and
pulled my head up to meet his dick.

   The next 30 minutes were probably the longest in my entire life.  Jay
had not been exaggerating when he said I would know what it means to be
face fucked.  He didn't even pretend to be gentle with me.  He just stuck
his dick through the ring gag and started fucking me as deep, hard and fast
as he could.

   As bad as this was, it became 10 times worse once I started throwing up
the horse cum.  He didn't even bother stopping when this would happen.  He
would just keep drilling my throat as I puked around his dick.  With his
dick obstructing the path this meant only a little bit could come up each
time.  Even after 30 minutes I think I still had half the horse cum inside
me.  During that entire time my mouth was engulfed in the flavor of it.

   At least a half hour passed before he finally pulled my head hard
against his pelvis and shot his load down my throat.  He then pulled back
and ordered me to suck the remainder of it from his dick.  I was more than
happy to oblige; anything to get this all over with.

   "I think I got some down here also," Jay said as he lowered my mouth to
his nuts.

   I did my best to wash his nuts with my tongue.  As I was doing this he
turned the shower off and then put his hand back on my head.

   "Wash the back of them also he said as he turned around and had me lick
his nut sack from behind.

   "No..." I tried to protest when Jay suddenly bent forward and pulled my
mouth up and to between his ass cheeks.

   I refused to lick his asshole until he threatened to leave the ring gag
in if I didn't.  I licked up and down his crack as lightly as I could.  I
knew it was clean from the shower but that fact didn't make the task any
easier.

   "You're not that good at that," Jay said as he pulled away and turned
toward me again.  "I'm sure Bob will help train you though."

   His dick had leaked a bit more cum and he had me slurp it off his dick
and suck on the head a little more.  He then pushed me away and stared down
at me.

   "I see our little girl enjoyed her first real throat fuck," Jay laughed.

   I wasn't sure what he meant.  I just blushed and looked down at the
floor.  It was then that I got the shock of my life.  My dick was hard as a
rock.  I was completely baffled until I remembered the large metal ring
that was tight around my balls and dick.  The fit slowed down the blood
escaping from my dick, which in turn made it hard.  Despite the medical
explanation, I was still embarrassed to be hard after having been throat
fucked and made to lick another man's asshole.

   "Maybe we should take care of that before you go back out to your cage,"
Jay smiled.  "We wouldn't want Bob thinking you are having too much fun in
here."

   Jay grabbed a towel and for a moment I thought he was going to be kind
and dry me off.  Instead, he folded it up and tossed it on the shower floor
about 2 feet from one of the corners.  He then pushed my head down near the
floor about a foot or two in front of the towel and started lifting my
lower body up by the hips.  Jay wasn't super strong but I only weighed like
125 pounds the last time I check and had probably lost at least 5 to 10
pounds of that during these last 6 weeks or so.

   He kept lifting until I was basically standing on my head.  He kept
angling me though until my feet and then my butt and lower back came to
rest on the wall.  My neck wasn't strong enough to support my weight and I
had to angle my head so I was looked up with my shoulders and neck coming
to rest on the towel.

   It was an extremely uncomfortable position.  I felt like my neck could
snap at any moment.  Had I lost my balance and slid to the right or left my
neck might have actually done just that.  Luckily, Jay was there ensuring
that didn't happen.

   I blushed when I looked up to see Jay's ass hovering above me while he
squatted there in order to help me maintain my balance.  I could feel my
hard dick squeezed between our two bodies.  If I were him I would have
never let my face get that close to a male slave's dick and balls.  It was
too faggy if you asked me.  But then, it was Jay we were talking about here
wasn't it?

   I groaned when I seen him slowly lower his ass down to my face.  I
prayed that he was just angling back away from my dick so he could suck it
or something; that his ass coming closer to my face was just a secondary
effect of the move.  His ass kept lowering much more than necessary though
and I realized what he wanted from me.  He kept dropping down until he
buried both my mouth and nose in his ass cheeks.

   "If you want to breath then you will get busy down there," Jay informed
me.

   I remembered watching a video of my father performing a similar training
session on Jay.  I remembered laughing my ass off as Jay was made to rim
out my dad's asshole.  I wasn't finding this training session quite as
funny as I had that one.

   I held out for over a minute before I had to give in and start licking
at Jay's asshole.  I knew from the video exactly how this worked.  Just
licking at the asshole would get me just a smidgen of air but not quite
enough to live on for very long.  Stiffening my tongue and poking lightly
at the hole would get me slightly more air.  And finally, actually forcing
my tongue up his ass over and over would get me all the air I desired.

   That in mind, you would think I, or any slave that knew the rules, would
just go straight to the tongue fucking.  It wasn't that simple though.  It
was all a matter of dignity.  The position as well as the act was one of
the most undignified things you could think of.  It didn't matter if you
knew you would end up tongue fucking the asshole eventually anyway.  The
least you could do is salvage at least a tiny piece of your dignity by
holding out as long as you could.

   For me, that was about the 4-minute mark.  For the record, I believe
that was a full two minutes longer than Jay had with my father...  just
more proof how big of a faggot Jay was.

   "That's a good girl," Jay said as he grabbed hold of my dick and started
to masturbate me.

   The pleasure from the feel of his hand on my dick shocked me.  Only a
faggot could feel pleasure at a time like this.  Either it was the drugs
again or my body was just so used to pain that even the slightest
comforting touch got amplified 1,000 fold.

   While he was jacking my dick with one hand I could tell he was using his
other hand to play with his own.  He quickly tired of my slow tongue fuck
and started to do a small bounce up and down on my face and tongue.  The
fag must have really enjoyed having his asshole played with because it took
less than 5 more minutes to get him off.

   When he was about to cum Jay pulled up off my face and angled his dick
down until the tip was pointed at my wide open mouth.  The next thing I
knew I could feel his thick cum falling down on my tongue and filling my
mouth.  I didn't wait for him to threaten me or anything and just swallowed
so I wouldn't have to taste it any longer than necessary.

   I still blushed as I let the slime slither down my throat.  Him kneeling
above me laughing didn't help any either.  To make things even worse, I was
still hard and feeling pleasure from Jay's hand, which had resumed
masturbating me.

   I didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing me cum so every time I
got close I would force myself to gain control again.  Jay was relentless
though and kept jacking on my stiff dick.

   "Maybe this will help," Jay said as he reached down with his free hand
and started rubbing my nipples.

   This more than anything convinced me that he definitely had a video
camera hidden in the basement.  He must have seen my reaction to Bob toying
with my nipples the night before.  If, however, it was just guess work on
his part then it was one hell of a guess because his flicking of my nipples
took my impending climax completely out of my hands.

   I started crying when I realized I didn't even have control over my own
pleasure now.  I knew I had no control but I still kept staring at my dick
hanging down above me.  I kept trying to will it to get soft or at least
ignore the pleasure.  It was no use though and the pleasure just kept
building.

   "No!" I groaned through the ring gag as I felt my sperm rushing through
the stem of my dick.

   Realizing that I was cumming, Jay pulled my waist a few more inches from
the wall so my hips were almost directly above me.  He then pointed my dick
directly at my open mouth and pushed down.  I think he was as surprised as
I was when my dick not only reached my mouth but went in about an inch.  I
am pretty flexible and have a long dick, but I didn't think it possible for
any guy, let alone me, to suck their own dick.  Of course, why would anyone
ever want to do such a thing?

   I had more important things to worry about right now though, like the
torrent of cum that was shooting into my mouth.  The angle of my neck made
it hard to swallow and the large head of my dick prevented it from escaping
out the other direction.  My cheeks ballooned up with the cum until the
built up pressure forced it to start oozing down my throat.  I already knew
I came a ton but this unique perspective made it seem even more than
normal.

   When it was clear I had stopped cumming and that my mouth was pretty
empty, Jay lifted me up and got me back into a normal kneeling position.  I
felt dizzy as the blood rushed away from my head finally.

   "Wow, look at all that milk our little girl produced," Jay said as the
remaining cum drooled out of my mouth and ran down my chin, neck and chest.
"Don't tell me your grandpa got you pregnant on the first night."

   I didn't get the joke but he found it funny.  I was just pleased that he
kept his word and reached down and removed the ring gag from my mouth.  It
took me over a minute before I could actually shut my mouth though.  Once I
did, the flavor of my own cum seemed even stronger.  I closed my eyes tight
and forced myself to swallow several times in order to get most of the
flavor out of my mouth.

   I would like to say that my time with Jay had been the worst part of my
day.  Unfortunately, Bob ensured that it wasn't.  Bob was anything but
happy about my ass being off limits to him and decided to take it out 10
fold on my throat.

   I lost track of how many hours I ended up deep throating Bob that day.
The drug made it hard to keep track but I had to have drank at least 5
loads of Bob's cum that day.  He also used my mouth as his own personal
toilet.  He made me drink his piss three times in total.  The first two
times he just shot it straight down my throat.  However, on the third time
he knelt over my face and pissed in my mouth as slowly as he could so he
could watch me gulp it down.

   Jay had tossed the dildo gag into our cage before leaving and Bob made
sure I was wearing it whenever he wasn't using my throat.  Bob deposited
all his fluids directly in my mouth now but that didn't mean the bulb on
the gag stayed empty all the time.  Whenever Bob would see it running low
he would remove it and hand it through the bars of our cage to my uncles.
He would then order them to fill it with cum and/or piss.

   The only plus side for the day was that Bob used his bedpan when he
decided to take his daily dump.  He even wiped his ass with the few strips
of toilet paper available to him before he made me rim him out.  It was
still disgusting and tasted nasty but could have been much worse.  Who
knows how long his mercy in this area would last though.

   6.

   That day had been pretty taxing but it seemed like a vacation compared
to the prior one.  I even managed to get some sleep here and there when Bob
wasn't using me.  I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the
basement even warmed up a lot thanks to Jay leaving the bathroom vent open.

   The only problem with this relaxed day was that by the time most of the
drugs wore off that night I was already fully rested.  This made it hard
for me to sleep that night.  Bob's snoring didn't help either.  I spent
most of my time just staring at the cage bars and crying.  I had plenty to
cry about but I wasn't so sure why I was crying now.  When I was staring at
the bars I wasn't really thinking of anything, I was just letting my mind
drift; the tears just seemed to come from nowhere.

   I hadn't heard anyone upstairs moving around for a good 2 to 3 hours so
guessed it was at least midnight.  I finally started to get tired myself so
I shuffled over to grandpa and cuddled next to him for warmth.  With my
hands still latched behind my back it was hard to snake in next to him
without waking him up.

   He had his huge towel for warmth and seemed to enjoy watching me freeze.
Had I woken him up he would just push me away again.  It was much warmer
thanks to the heat from the bathroom, but Bob's body heat made it even more
acceptable.

   I was starting to nod off when I heard the basement door at the top of
the steps crack open.  At first I thought Jay had just not shut it all the
way and the air was just now pushing it open further.  However, as I lay
there I heard a light creaking of the stairs.  The creaking came in short
bursts every 10 seconds or so as though someone was trying to sneak into
the basement.

   The noise was so light and subtle that I almost convinced myself that it
was just my imagination.  However, about 3 minutes later I seen the shadow
of someone peaking around the corner.  Our light stayed on 24/7 but it was
only bright enough to light our area of the room.  There was a separate
light for the stairwell and it was currently off.

   The face stayed there for the longest time as though the person was
trying to either spy on us or decide to enter or not.  Considering we
weren't doing anything worth spying on, my guess is that it was the latter.

   I blushed when the person finally stepped into view; it was sis.  I was
embarrassed for her to see me like this.  She was supposed to be my slave
after all.  She flushed red as well when she noticed me looking at her.  It
had been against the house rules for her to wear clothes indoors and for an
instant her hands went to her gown as though she was going to remove it. 
It was good to see that her training had not been completely reversed yet.

   It didn't surprise me that Jay was letting her wear clothes and trying
to remove her training.  She was his daughter.  He may have giving up hope
on his brothers but I doubt he would ever give up hope on Linda.

   Sis was wearing a nightgown, which confirmed it must be night upstairs.
The gown was cotton and looked very comfortable and warm.  It had long
sleeves and was loose fitting as it ran down her body.  It came to a halt
with a bunch of ruffles about a foot from the ground.  It was white with
tons of small pastel flowers imprinted all over it.  The gown, in
conjunction with her ponytails made her look as virgin as undriven snow.

   The gown was one Jay clearly bought for her recently.  My guess is he
picked the most innocent one he could find in hopes that it might bring
memories back of the little girl that once was.  If only Jay had seen some
of the tapes of his "innocent" little girl performing.  He was her father
though; I guess he had no choice but to see only the good in her.

   I wished I wasn't wearing this damned dildo gag; I would have been able
to order sis to find the key or us or maybe call the cops.  Maybe it was
best though that I couldn't speak.  It would have killed me inside had I
given her an order and she just ignored me.

   As she walked through the room I noticed she stayed clear of the cage I
was in.  She looked scared that Bob or I might reach out and grab her or
something.  She was a smart kid because that is exactly what I probably
would have done had my hands been free.  I would have gotten her into a
death grip and then held her like that until Jay let us free.  Bob probably
would grab her also but for different reasons.

   If she wasn't here to help me though then why was she sneaking around
down here?  Curiosity was one thing but she could have fed her curiosity
from the doorway.  No, it had to be more than just that; especially
considering how uncomfortable she seemed to be by being down here with us.

   It wasn't until she made her way around the room that it became clear
why she was here.  As she made her way around the cage I noticed she was
looking more at Uncle David and Joey than she was Bob and I.  She still
glanced at us but it was my uncles she was really interested it.

   "The little slut is horny," I thought.

   I was too embarrassed to laugh at her, not that the dildo gag would have
allowed that luxury anyway.  Joey just sat there but David went right into
action.  David crawled toward her as she approached.

   When David got near her she took one last glance my direction and
blushed when she seen me watching her.  She then turned her back to me and
raised the front of her nightgown.  She raised the front as high as she
could without risking showing me her rump.  My guess is that she wasn't so
much hiding her nudity from me but actually from Bob.  He was a perfect
stranger to her after all.

   I couldn't see, but apparently she didn't have any underwear on because
David went right to work on her cunt.  I could hear him licking and sucking
at her pussy.  Linda tried to keep quiet but her excitement got the best of
her and she started moaning.  It was still low enough that there was no
risk of waking Jay upstairs, but it was enough to wake Bob up.

   "What a slut," Bob giggled when he seen what was going on.

   I couldn't believe the idiot.  Here is our one possible ticket out of
here and he's calling her names!  I tried to get Bob's attention by moaning
and jerking my head and stuff but he just pushed me out of the way so he
could get a better view of the show.

   Linda must have been well primed already because she climaxed in less
than 5 minutes.  She quivered for a minute and almost lost her balance a
few times.  She then tried to step back away from David and his persistent
tongue.

   I could see David's hands under her gown holding her ass cheeks.  Every
time she would try to pull away he would just grip her ass tighter and pull
her back to his face.

   "I got to go," Linda said as she tried to push him away again.

   Instead of letting her go David actually pulled her down to the floor
and started trying to get her gown off.

   "No," she said as loud as she dared.  "Please stop."

   "What a cock tease," Bob laughed.  "Give it to her boy."

   David didn't need Bob's encouragement.  He clearly already had plans for
sis.  As he finally managed to pull the gown over her head she actually got
free of his grasp for a moment.  She tried scurrying away out of reach but
he got hold of her again just before running out of chain.

   You could hear her knees and feet sliding against the concrete floor as
she tried to pull free.  I was surprised she was putting up such a fight.
It's not like she hadn't been with David several times in the past anyway.
Either she was scared of being caught down here or she just didn't like
doing it in front of Bob and I.

   David wasn't gentle with her either; he just flipped her over on her
stomach and crawled up on her.  Linda let out a loud grunt a second later.
I couldn't see but I think the faggot stuck it up her asshole.  She kept
grunting on each thrust so I was pretty sure I had guessed right.

   Joey had been watching from the sidelines during all of this.  At first
he looked too scared to participate.  However, once David got her under
control Joey got the nerve up to join in.  He went in front of her and fed
her his dick.  She tried sucking it for him but David was yanking her back
and forth on his dick too much.

   "Lay on your back," David told his brother.

   Joey complied and David then guided Linda till she was on her hands and
knees above him.  David pulled out just long enough to get Linda to sit on
Joey's dick.  He then climbed up behind her again and sunk balls deep up
her ass.

   Linda kept looking our way and blushing, but I could tell she was
getting off on the double penetration.  It wasn't long and she gave up her
false modesty and started moaning in pleasure.  This is what she really
snuck down here to get and she knew it.

   I have to admit that sis looked pretty hot with the 2 of them abusing
her like this.  She looked like a delicate flower being bashed between two
boulders.  It was amazing that she would get any pleasure out of the act. I
guess I trained her well.

   They went at it like this for about 30 minutes before my uncles pumped
sis full of cum.  God only knows how many times sis came during that time.
She looked like she was cumming almost the entire time.

   "Wait," Bob said when my uncles started helping sis get dressed.  "Fill
this up first."

   Bob then grabbed a hand full of my hair with one hand and used the other
to unscrew the bulb on my gag.  He then tossed the empty bulb to David. 
David looked puzzled for a moment and then smiled when it dawned on him
what Bob wanted.

   David pulled Linda back down into a squatting position and held the bulb
under her.  She blushed as the cum began to ooze from her cunt and asshole.
The cum from her cunt slithered down her cunt lips and to her asshole where
it mixed with the cum leaking from there as well.  The mixture then dripped
down and into the bulb David was now holding.

   I know Linda already knew what the bulb was for but I was grateful she
didn't acknowledge the fact by staring at me or protesting.  I don't think
I could have survived the embarrassment had she made a scene about it.

   Once she started to run dry, Linda stood up without prompting and
started to get dressed again.  The bulb was about half full when David
handed it back to Bob.  Bob then jacked off into it as he watched Linda
dressing herself.  I was surprised he didn't even try to talk her into
approaching the cage.  I could tell he wanted her, but I think he realized
Jay had a camera hidden somewhere in the basement.  The last thing he
wanted to do was screw up the star treatment he had been receiving lately.

   I didn't even groan when Bob finally came in the bulb and reattached it
to my gag.  I had eaten so much cum in the past few days that it barely
even grossed me out anymore.  Well, I guess it did but you can only make a
big deal out of it so many times.

   Once she got her gown on Linda made her way to the stairs and then
disappeared into the night.  The entire ordeal with her and my uncles had
been a nice distraction, but hardly anything that exciting.  As a minimum,
I had hoped that I could get some kind of feel as to whether Linda might
plan to help us escape.  I really couldn't tell one way or the other
though.

   On the bright side, I did hear Linda and Jay fighting the next day about
the incident.  This not only further confirmed the existence of the hidden
camera but gave me some hope sis might assist in our escape.

   From the sounds of their argument, Jay had his hands full trying to wane
Linda off dick.  I couldn't make it all out through the floor but
apparently David and Joey had been brought downstairs because sis was
caught sneaking into their room a couple times.  On top of that she was
caught once sneaking out at night.  If Jay actually managed to keep her
high and dry for too long she probably would help me escape just so I would
dick her again.

   As the days went on, however, what little hope I had of her help quickly
diminished.  In fact, hope for escape period soon vanished.  Oh, I kept
telling myself that escape was still a real possibility, but deep down I
knew I was just kidding myself.

   Last year I asked my mom for help on learning how to type.  She must
have researched it on the internet or something because every day after
dinner she always had a 20 to 30 minute training session for me to
complete. It only took me a couple weeks to get to the point where I could
type without looking at the keys.  However, I never seemed to be able to
break the 20 words per minute mark.  Day after day and week after week I
hovered around 20 wpm.  Then, almost overnight a switch somewhere in my
head got flipped on and I shot up from 20 wpm to 45 wpm.  I then gradually
increased from there until I was around the 70 wpm mark.

   Anyway, that seemed to be the exact same way my slave training
progressed.  For the longest time I hovered around that "20 wpm" mark in my
slave training.  In that, I mean I did what I was told without being
whipped all the time.  However, sucking the dicks, licking the assholes,
eating the cum, drinking the piss, etc., still disgusted and angered me.

   Then one day, just like with my typing, a switch inside me just flipped
on.  It happened about 2 weeks after Linda's visit to the basement.  I can
only guess it happened because my last hope of escape had finally
disappeared.  Whatever had caused it, I now found that I was no longer
disgusted by all the things they made me do.  Or at least the level of
disgust was significantly lower...  to the point they seemed just like
everyday chores and not really punishments or anything like that.  It
wasn't that I enjoyed doing them now or anything like that; I just didn't
care as much anymore.  It was a lot like going to school, it wasn't
necessarily something you enjoyed doing, it was just something you had to
do and something you knew you couldn't really get out of doing.

   Every day, though, Jay would ask me where Karen was being held and every
day I would withhold the information.  The only difference now, however,
was that I wasn't really sure why I was withholding the information.  A
part of me just knew I had too despite the fact that every time I refused
to answer, life in the cage got even worse.

   I only got to wear the chastity belt for a week before Jay removed it.
My asshole still hurt a little but it was much better now than before. 
While it had been constantly uncomfortable, the belt's long, thick plug had
significantly improved my ability to take both Bob and Jay's dick up my
ass. Not only were they now able to get their entire dick up me but it
didn't even hurt that much anymore.  Bob used my asshole several times a
day so I still got sore but seldom got any serious cuts inside me like I
had the day he took my cherry.

   To make things worse, Jay started giving Bob dildos.  Bob would use
these on me whenever his dick wasn't hard.  Actually, it was normally him
making me use them on myself.  Sometimes he would grab the current dildo
and use it on me as a sort of foreplay.  However, usually if it had a
suction cup on the bottom of it he would stick it to the floor and just
make me ride it.

   Not all of the toys Jay provided actually fell in the "dildo" category.
Some were vibrators and others a mix of both dildo and vibrator.  While
nothing seemed to bother me a lot anymore, I would have to say the
vibrators were the worst.  I hated them the most because they actually gave
me pleasure.  I know that might not make sense to you but I felt so
humiliated and helpless whenever I was made to ride one of these and my
dick would get hard and often climax on it's own.

   It was especially horrible when this would happen while I was riding the
vibrators and using my mouth on my grandfather.  You don't know true
humiliation until you paint the floor with your cum while rimming your
grandfather's asshole.

   To make things even worse, I noticed a gradual decline in the effects of
the enema drug.  At first I thought I was building immunity to it. 
However, after a week of the steady decline I realized that the effects
were so low that Jay must have been cutting back my dosage.  The effects
were so minor now that it was entirely possible that they were just my
imagination and that he wasn't using it at all now.

   A few weeks back, a reduction in the drug would have been a cause for
celebration since it would significantly improve my chances of escape. 
However, I had reached the point where escape didn't really enter my mind
anymore.  It was as though the cage was and had always been my life.  My
mind focused just on getting through my daily chores of taking care of Bob
and Jay.  Those chores often even included David and Joey who would stick
their dicks through the bars of our cage when ordered by Bob to do so.

   So, instead of making me happy, all the removal of the drug seemed to do
was make life in the cage harder.  Time went by at a snails pace and there
was never any drug induced escape from my life in hell.

   7.

   Life went on in the cage one painful day after another until one day
something significant happened.  I had given up all bother of trying to
track the days anymore.  Knowing how long I had been caged just didn't seem
to matter that much anymore.  If I had to guess though, I would say it was
about the 4th or 5th month when life in the cage took a drastic turn.

   The day started out like any other.  I got up early so I could start my
morning "workout".  This was something Bob began making me do several weeks
back when Jay first started giving us the dildos and vibrators.

   In addition to using the current dildo or vibrator throughout the day,
Bob liked to go to sleep to the sound of me humping up and down on them. 
He also liked to wake up to the same sound.  Bob got pretty brutal with me
if he woke up in the morning and I wasn't already riding the artificial
dicks.  He wouldn't punish me if he happened to wake up in the middle of
the night but if I knew what was good for me then that damned thing better
still be up my ass while I slept.

   Every few days Jay would replace my existing toy with yet a bigger one.
What he was doing was very similar to how I stretched Pupsiie out.  Well,
how I had sis stretch her anyway.  However, Jay was proceeding much faster
than sis.  Hell, he started me out with a 1.5-inch dildo.  Each new one was
always at least a quarter inch thicker.

   The one I was using today was absolutely huge.  It was easily as round
as a soda can.  It was long also.  Stack 3 soda cans on top of each other
and you will have a good feel for the size of this damn thing.  I thought I
was going to rip in half the first time Bob forced it up my ass.  But of
course, I thought that every time Jay gave us a slightly larger toy to play
with.

   To make things worse, this was a vibrator and not a dildo.  The thicker
dildos were easier to get used too because they were made of a softer
rubber type material and would squeeze in a lot easier.  You could feel the
rubber constantly pushing out at the side of your asshole but it was very
patient about waiting until your ass got used to the size and stretched on
it's own.

   The vibrators, however, were always rock hard.  If you had a 2 to 3 inch
thick vibrator shoved up your ass then that is exactly how far your ass was
opened up.  No more, no less.

   I was going into my third day with this particular vibrator.  Therefore,
I was getting kind of used to it.  Or at least I was getting used to the
size.  But size was not always the only thing I had to adjust too.  Every
toy seemed to have it's own little hurdles you had to overcome.  Some had
odd bends and other weird shape related aspects.

   While the dildos looked similar to dicks with veins and shit, all of the
vibrators I had used so far had no such features.  They looked like dicks
in only the most basic of aspects.  They resembled large bullets more than
they did dicks.  The one I was using today, however, actually had what
resembled a penis head.

   It was this head that was the major hurdle for this vibrator.  While the
shaft was only about a quarter inch thicker than the prior one I used, the
head on this vibrator was over a half inch thicker.  Once through my anal
ring the larger head wasn't too bad, but fuck did it hurt getting past that
hurdle.  I thought for sure Bob was going to rip me in half the first time
he forced that damn thing up my ass.

   Even after 2 days it still hurt like hell whenever I forced it inside
myself.  The hard ridge under the head somehow hurt 5 times worse whenever
I pulled it out.  This definitely was not a vibrator Bob had to worry about
me removing during the night.

   The beast was like 15 inches tall.  But I think the size was mainly for
show.  I can't imagine anyone could possibly shove a vibrator this large
that far up their ass.  A dildo might fit that deep since it is flexible
and would bend inside a little.  But a vibrator like this one would
probably stretch your guts to the point that they ripped or something if
you shoved it in too deep.  Thankfully for me, both Bob and Jay realized
this.  That still didn't keep Bob from making me take as much of the thing
as humanly possible.

   The humiliation factor on this vibrator was pretty high.  By that, I
mean it made me cum like crazy.  In the last few weeks, cumming actually
had started to feel like a reward to me.  It was still humiliating to
masturbate in front of my uncles and grandfather, but without the drug in
my system anymore these brief moments of climax became my only mental
escape from reality.  This of course only worked for the self-induced
climaxes.  The unwilling climaxes brought on by the dildos and vibrators
were the exact opposite.

   With masturbation you got that intense pleasure that seemed to override
your entire neural network.  Cumming at the hands of the toys, however, was
nothing like that.  Sometimes I would feel what seemed like an impending
pleasurable climax, but when it actually hit the intense pleasure just
wasn't there.  It was only slightly more intense than if I had been taking
a piss.  Sometimes I didn't even get the prelude to the climax.  I would
just be humping at the toy and I would feel something inside me convulse
and the next thing I knew semen was shooting or drooling out the end of my
dick.

   This vibrator made me cum like that a ton.  Part of it was because of
the huge head on it, but another part was the shaft itself.  The shaft was
covered with dozens of raised round bumps.  Every time I slid up or down on
it those bumps would send shivers from my ass ring directly to my dick.

   When Bob woke up I had been riding the vibe for less than 20 minutes but
already had a sizable pool of cum in front of me on the metal floor of our
cage.  That pool got much bigger when Bob reached over and turned it on. 
Unlike some of the other vibes, you couldn't leave this one on all night or
it would keep everyone in the house awake.

   The motors in it were so strong that it didn't even run off batteries.
It had to be plugged into the wall outlet.  The switch for the vibe was
actually on the cord itself.  When Bob hit the switch it vibrated so hard
that it felt like it actually grew in width.  My guess is that it was
because it was actually bouncing back and forth so hard and fast that it
was literally taking up more space in me.

   It vibrated so hard against the floor that it sounded like we were using
a jackhammer or something.  Bob nicknamed the vibrator the "jumping bean"
because every time it made contact with the floor the strong vibration
would cause the dildo to bounce 1 to 3 inches back up into my ass.  My ass
of course couldn't handle the extra depth and would shoot it back down to
the floor where the vibration would just punch it back up again.

   Bob didn't dare leave the thing running for more than a minute or two at
a time out of risk of pissing Jay off too much with the noise.  However,
that was all that was needed each time to drain all the cum out of me. 
Within seconds of it being turned on my dick lurched and started shooting
cum all over the floor.

   Bob got a huge laugh out of it every time he turned it on.  Bob was
pretty gay but I don't think he actually liked watching me cum.  I think he
just liked knowing I didn't get any please out of it when I came this way.
On top of that, he knew that by draining me this way I wouldn't be able to
masturbate my dick against the floor or anything like that for over an hour
or two.  Of course, before then he would have me riding the vibe and it
would start all over again.  This vibe was definitely his favorite so far
and he had already asked Jay a few times if he could keep it in the cage
with us even after introducing me to the next size.

   A few minutes later I heard Jay walking down the steps.  The vibe was
turned off but was still deep in my ass.  Bob had temporarily unhooked my
mitted hands from behind me so I could better kneel over and slurp my cum
from the floor.  I was almost done with the slop by the time Jay entered
the room.

   "I heard our little alarm clock go off this morning," Jay said in
reference to the noise from the vibrator earlier.

   "I was just making sure she stayed a proper lady," Bob laughed.

   This was one of Bob's ongoing little jokes.  Bob constantly commented
that it was unladylike for a girl my age to be constantly playing with
herself.  He used that as his justification for all the forced climaxes via
the dildos and vibrators.  Yeah, I didn't see much logic or humor in it
either.

   Jay always chuckled when Bob said stupid shit like that but I don't
think he actually found the comments funny.  If anything, the comments
themselves probably pissed him off since Bob used to say similar things
about him.  However, I think Jay enjoyed the fact that the comments always
made me blush.

   "You know the drill," Jay said as he walked over with a pair of
handcuffs.

   Every morning was almost always the same these days.  He would cuff
Bob's hands around one of the cage bars and then open the cage for me to
crawl or hobble to the bathroom for my daily enema.

   I let out a short scream as Jay pulled on the vibrator and the huge head
popped through my anal ring.  The head on that damn thing was so big that I
seldom could remove it on my own.  It didn't matter though because I had
yet to have it removed without causing me to let out involuntary screams;
thus, if I ever tried to remove it without permission during the night I
would have surely woken up Bob and gotten a punishment.

   Jay locked my hands behind my back and then marched me into the bathroom
on my knees.  I'm not sure which Jay enjoyed more, giving me the enemas or
just having me alone in the bathroom for 30 minutes to an hour each day. 
If I had to choose I would say it was the alone time.  He seldom ever did
anything sexual to me in front of the others.  I don't know if it was some
kind of power thing or if he was just shy.  All I do know is that I came to
dread that bathroom more than even my cage.

   Jay was seldom as brutal as Bob but he knew a lot more about how to
humiliate a slave.  He didn't just repeat shit that had been done to him
either.  He often came up with his own twists to these things and even
invented completely new stuff.

   "Time to take your shower," Jay said as he waited for me to crawl into
the shower.

   My "shower" was normally one of the most humiliating activities for me
each day.  After my hands were latched behind me again, I'm required to
hobble into the shower and then lay on my back.  I then use my feet to push
my lower body way into the air until I'm looking almost straight up at my
dick high above me.  I then have to piss down on myself.  If I take too
long to start pissing then Jay always starts hitting me with a belt or
whip.

   The main objective of course is for me to get as much of the piss into
my mouth as possible and drink it.  The more I got into my stomach the less
of a whipping I get later.  Of course, there is always a whipping of some
sort since aiming without the use of my hands in this position is near
impossible.  I always get at least a few mouths full but never fail to
drench my chest and the rest of my face as well.

   It must have been a bad winter because a couple weeks back Jay stopped
risking freezing us to death.  Now, he left the basement heat vents open
24/7.  So, if one were to have to find a plus side to my morning "showers"
then I guess it would be that I didn't suffer from the cold air hitting me
after I was soaked in piss.  It wasn't much compensation though considering
how utterly humiliating and degrading the activity was.

   Physically, my showers were one of the least painful things in my life
these days.  Yet, it was the showers that filled my nightmares every time I
managed to get some sleep.  The dreams were always the same too.  They
always started with me looking up at my dick high above me.  I would just
stare up like that for what seemed like hours waiting for my piss to start.
The entire time a belt would be bouncing off my ass cheeks but it was the
wait, not the belt, that always bothered me in my dreams.

   I think this was the case because every time I "took a shower" in or out
of my dreams, my mind was a vast mix of conflicting thoughts and emotions.
I would be looking up praying for my piss to start so the whipping would
stop.  Yet, at the same time I was dreading when it would actually start.
On one hand I wanted to drink as much of the piss as possible and on the
other I didn't want a drop of it to even touch my skin.  My mind went back
and forth like this during my dreams until eventually my piss would shoot
out of my dick and start splashing down on my face.  When this would happen
the feel of the piss on my face felt ultra real.  Often I could even smell
and taste it.  Seconds later I often woke up.

   Some mornings I was so tired from riding the dildo and lack of sleep
that I wasn't 100 percent sure I wasn't dreaming as I waited there for my
piss to start.  Of course I figured out the truth once the piss shot down
at me and I didn't wake up from my nightmare.

   This day, however, I thought for sure I was dreaming because it was the
only possible explanation my weakened mind could come up with for what
happened.  After almost 7 minutes of the belt I finally got my piss
started. While I was busy gulping it down I heard a very loud ruckus.

   I forced myself to stop pissing and opened my eyes.  When I looked up I
seen Bob smiling down at me.  Bob often woke me up during the night by
pissing on me, so for a moment I thought for sure I was back in my cage and
waking from a dream.  However, I realized that we weren't in the cage but
in the bathroom.

   Bob laughed as I lost my temporary hold on my bladder and the piss
started raining down on me again.  I almost opened my mouth to drink it
when I realized I probably didn't have to do that now.  So, I unflexed my
legs and let my body slowly drop back down to the floor of the shower
stall. It didn't make much difference though.  My stream of piss was still
strong enough that it arched over my lower body and landed on my face.  The
stream waved around on my face for about 5 seconds before I got the sense
to use my feet to angle me onto my side.

   Once on my side I looked out the shower entrance to see Jay lying on the
floor holding his head.  Bob was standing above him holding the very large
and very hard vibrator I had been using earlier.  When Jay looked like he
was about to get up, Bob angled back with the vibrator in order to deliver
yet another blow on the head.  Bob stopped himself though and instead left
the room.  He returned less than 20 seconds later holding some handcuffs
which he put on Jay.

   Bob then left yet again only to return with some rope.  He then
proceeded to hogtie Jay.  During all of this I had managed to get into a
kneeling position, but was too confused to do anything beyond that.  Even
after I managed to work out that Bob was escaping, I was still confused why
he hadn't untied me yet.

   Bob did look awfully busy though tying and gagging Jay so I just waited
patiently.  But then he left the bathroom for a very long time.  I seen
David walking around in the basement a few minutes later and wanted to
speak up for assistance.  I decided to keep my mouth shut, but did stand
and walk out of the bathroom.

   I looked at our cage to see that one of the bars had been somehow
disconnected at the top and bent all the way inward...  just enough for Bob
to squeeze his fat ass through.  I later found out that Bob knew a little
bit about welding and had noticed a bar with a bad weld on it.  Unnoticed
by Jay and I, Bob had been sticking his hands around this particular bar
every morning when Jay cuffed him.

   Bob guessed correctly that the hidden camera was turned off every time
Jay came into the basement.  So, my little bathroom adventures with Jay
gave Bob anywhere from 30 to 60 minutes every morning to shake back and
forth on the bar.  Eventually all this stress was too much for the poorly
done weld and it came loose.

   While all of this was pretty impressive; how Bob managed to bend the bar
was even more so.  That morning of his escape he had used all his strength
to bend the bar just enough to squeeze the chain from his cuffs over the
top.  He then soaked his long towel in his water dish and rolled it into a
long thick rope.  He then removed the electrical cable from the hard
vibrator and placed the vibrator across the center of that rope and tied a
half-knot.  Then he tied one end of that towel rope to the loose bar and
the other end to a bar about 3.5 feet away on the opposite side of the
cage. Then, all he had to do was rotate the dildo.  As the towel rope
coiled it bent the loose bar further and further until he was home free.

   I made a mental note to immediately send Sandra an email to ensure all
the welds were good on Vee's cage.  (See prior stories if you don't know
who Sandra or Vee is.)

   To send that email, however, I would have to be free.  But I was still
standing there with my hands latched behind my back and Bob seemed to feel
it was more important to talk to David than to consider removing my mitts.
As I stood there I started to get a very bad feeling that he might not plan
to release me at all.

   They were half facing me but didn't seem to be paying me much mind.  As
they continued to talk I slowly sidestepped toward the stairwell.  I had
just taken a long piss, but I was so nervous and scared that I started to
leak a thin stream of piss down my leg.  I didn't get but a couple feet
before Bob noticed what I was doing.

   "Get that little girl over here," Bob said as he motioned my direction.

   I turned and started to run toward the stairs but David was on me long
before I reached them.

   "Let me go!" I said in my best commanding voice.

   For an instant I felt David's grasp loosen but then he reconsidered the
command and held on tight again.  It wasn't until he put his hand over my
mouth that I realized Linda was still upstairs and could run for help.  Or
at least she could had I been smart enough to actually yell that Jay had
been taken prisoner.  It was too late now though.  Even as I was thinking
what I should have done, Bob was sliding my dildo gag down my throat.

   After hogtying me like Uncle Jay, Bob ordered David to stay downstairs
while he "got things under control" upstairs.  It must have been dirt early
in the morning because I didn't hear the cartoons running on the TV
upstairs when Bob went up the stairs and opened the door.  I could hear the
floorboards creaking as he snuck across the living room and into Linda's
bedroom.

   Bob must have gotten her completely by surprise because there was no
screams and barely even a struggle.  I could hear Bob barking at her but it
wasn't loud enough for me to make out much of what he was saying.  However,
I could tell he was threatening her not to scream and stuff.  There was a
brief moment when I heard her starting to beg but it was quickly halted by
a loud slap.

   Then, for the longest time it was quiet.  I could still hear noises but
they were very low.  David must have been curious also at what was going on
because he tiptoed to the stairwell and then quietly went up.  Bob had told
him to stay in the basement so he didn't dare go through the door.  He just
stayed at the top of the stairs just inside the basement.

   The silence lasted for about 10 minutes.  I can only guess that Bob had
been involved in some kind of foreplay because the next sounds I heard were
of Bob mounting sis.  They were still quiet enough that you probably
couldn't hear them from outside unless you were standing right next to the
house.  However, their noise was significantly louder than it had been just
moments earlier.  I could distinctly hear Linda's small bed squeaking as
Bob viciously humped into her.  Bob was being just as hard on her as he
always was with me.  Every squeak was followed by a loud grunt from Linda
as Bob thrust into her.

   I knew Bob wasn't 100 percent gay, but it surprised me that he liked
taking his granddaughter this much.  He fucked her for over 30 minutes
before he finally came to a stop.  About 20 minutes later, however, the
squeaking started all over again.  This time, however, Linda's squeals were
much louder.  It was pretty obvious that he was taking her anally this
time.

   The anal fuck lasted a very long time before Bob finished.  He hadn't
had his fill yet though and was back on her about an hour later.  This
pattern went on for half the day.  I'm pretty sure that Bob took sis up the
ass every time after that first fuck.  Not that I paid that much attention
after the 3rd time.  She was my sister and I worried a little about her but
after awhile it just got, well, boring to listen to them.

   Even David got bored and came back down the steps.  To break the boredom
David decided to fuck his brother a few times.  He was still too scared to
touch me though.  While he might be too chicken shit to fuck me, I was
still pretty certain he wouldn't go out of his way to help me.

   David's lack of obedience to me was upsetting.  However, I fully
understood it and didn't really hold it against him.  He was a slave and
Bob had clearly taken on the role as master.  After having seen all the
nasty things Bob had done to me, I didn't blame David in the slightest for
his inability to consider me a master anymore.  In fact, while Bob would no
doubt always remain his master, it probably wouldn't be long before David
considered himself the master over me.

   I laid there most of the day crying at the fact that freedom had seemed
so close only to be snatched away.  No, I had not been freed; there had
just been a management restructuring is all.

   8.

   The following few days were, well, exciting.  I know that sounds bad but
when you are in isolation so long then even the slightest change in your
daily routine is exciting.

   Bob spent that entire first day playing with Linda upstairs.  However,
the following day he spent working.  First, he and David fixed the cage. 
With the amount of work they put into bending the bar back into place I
think it would have been easier to just cut it off and go buy a new one.

   Something told me, however, that money was running short.  Whenever they
happened to be eating something downstairs or I heard them talking about
preparing something, it always seemed to be no better than what Bob had
been eating while living in the cage with me.

   In fact, one of the first things I heard them discuss was about David
going out and finding a job.  After being a captive for well over a half
year, David was more than willing to comply.  He must have succeeded
because it wasn't but a couple days later and the house filled with the
aroma of home cooked meals.  While this was good for them, it was torture
for me since they were still feeding me dog food.  The dog food never
seemed to agree with my stomach but I was already pretty used to that. 
Though, the smells from upstairs did bring back memories of better times.

   That is not to say that life in the cage didn't improve for me.  It
actually improved 1,000 fold.  First off, my mitts were finally removed. 
While wearing the mitts I constantly tried to wiggle my fingers a little so
the blood would circulate and the muscles would not get too weak.  However,
when the mitts were finally removed it took me over 2 days before I could
finally extend my fingers flat out again.  My hands had been kept in a fist
so long that the joints and muscles had tightened up in that state.  It was
a very painful couple days but I finally managed to get my full use of them
again.

   Another exciting change was that my status in the cage took a full 180.
The mitts were put on Jay and now he was the slave and I was the one in
control.  Bob didn't have to threaten me to get me to play my role either.
I punished Jay every chance I got and fucked his asshole and throat
whenever I could get hard.  I'm not gay but I have to admit that I enjoyed
fucking Jay since I knew he hated it so much.  It was also very sweet
revenge.

   I was very tempted to kill Jay as part of that revenge.  However, I just
couldn't bring myself to do it.  I hated him but I also understood why he
did what he did.  He was just trying to get his sister and lover back.  I
would have done no less had someone hidden Linda from me.  Besides, if I
killed him then Joey and I would be the only two left to entertain Bob.  At
least this way Jay took the brunt of our daily activities.

   While life had gotten significantly easier for me, there were still
shitty things I had to put up with.  For example, Bob often came downstairs
and made me suck him off.  Sometimes he would make me ride the dildos and
vibrators also.  While he seemed to like sticking his dick up sis and Jay,
I think Bob still liked fucking me the most.  I was much younger than Jay
and unlike sis, I was a boy which Bob clearly preferred.

   Bob fucked Joey a few times but for the most part left him to his other
son David.  I think Bob only fucked Joey so he could claim he did it. 
Well, I doubt he was bragging about it to anyone other than himself.  I
knew that some nights Bob would fuck David upstairs.  So, once he got up
David's asshole then Joey became a sort of milestone for Bob.  Once he took
Joey it meant he had fucked all his sons.  This was something only someone
like Bob would get pride from.

   Believe it or not, after a week of this I actually started to feel
content in my new life in the cage.  As long as Jay continued to take most
of the harsher treatments then I honestly felt I could be somewhat happy
living the rest of my life caged up like this.  A part of me had clearly
broken and I had not even noticed.  Even then I didn't even realize there
was something wrong with my new acceptance of the cage.

   Of course I still thought about escape sometimes.  I mean you couldn't
help but think of that and a thousand other things.  I know sometimes I
make it sound like a ton of sex and stuff was going on in the basement,
however, all of that really only occupied maybe 3 to 5 hours a day at most.
That is a shit load of sex but that still left 12 to 14 fucking long hours
in between when we were awake and just sitting there doing nothing.  Go sit
in your fucking basement for just 1 hour and see if your mind doesn't
wonder also.

   When I did think of escape I normally did so more for Linda's behalf and
not just my own.  Had they brought sis to the basement and tossed her in
the cage with me then I probably would have tossed out all thoughts of
escape since I would be able to look out for her a little better then. 
However, that is not what they did.  They kept her upstairs all the time.
Bob and David used her at least twice as often as they did Jay, Joey and I
combined.

   The first week I think they had her tied or chained to her bed because
you never heard her roaming around the house and whenever they had sex with
her it was always in her bed.

   I guess Bob got tired of feeding her and emptying her bedpan all the
time when David was at work; because around the 2nd week they obtained a
long chain.  I could hear it sliding across the hard wood floors, as she
would make her way from room to room.

   Bob must have figured she was significantly broken in now because he had
her cooking their food, cleaning the house, washing the dishes, etc. 
Broken in or not, they still gave her more than her share of dick.

   It was almost funny in a sick sort of way.  While Jay was in charge
Linda was so desperate for dick that she had to sneak around to get it. 
Now with Bob in charge she had cum running out her ears practically.

   During all of this sis and I had a birthday.  I was both shocked and
depressed when Bob informed me of this.  This meant I had been in the cage
significantly longer than I had previously calculated.

   This meant that I was now 15 and sis was 12.  I remember thinking on
sis's last birthday that I would fuck her cunt for the first time when she
turned 12.  As it turned out, that is exactly what I got to do; though, the
circumstances were nothing like I would have ever imagined at the time.

   I first knew something was up when Linda's mattress came sliding down
the basement stairwell.  Bob and David then pulled it into the room and
laid it on the ground a few feet away from the cage.

   The mattress was riddled with stains and reeked of cum.  It wouldn't
surprise me if they decided to just leave it down here so it wouldn't stink
up the house anymore upstairs.  From what I could tell, all three of them
now slept in the master bedroom together anyway.  That in mind, it's more
likely the mattress would end up staying down here simply because they were
too lazy to get it back up the steps.

   Bob went back upstairs for a moment and returned with sis.  He was also
carrying a paper bag with something in it but that was not out of the
ordinary at the time.  I often seen David or Bob bring something down
stairs or take something up.  They were so fucking unorganized that you
would sometimes see one of them take something upstairs only to see them
bring it back down 30 minutes later, then take it back upstairs 30 minutes
after that.  The record to date was a bag of old clothes that took 5 trips
to and from the basement in less than a 2-hour span.

   My focus now, though was on sis and not the bag.  This was the first
time I had seen her since the night she had snuck down stairs so long ago.
She looked a lot better than I had expected.  As harsh as they had been
treating her upstairs I expected her to be half dead.  However, she looked
rather healthy with all things considered.  A part of me actually felt
thankful toward Bob for ensuring Linda stayed in better shape than the now
ratty mattress he so frequently fucked her on.

   She was naked of course and I could tell her breasts had developed a
little bit since the last time I had seen her.  They were still pretty
small but at least now they looked like girl tits.  She had small bruises
on her here and there but nothing too serious.  It looked like most of them
were just from Bob being a little rough while fucking her.

   Her ass cheeks and chest were pretty red.  This was no surprise though
since I had heard Bob using a belt on her earlier.  Still, I couldn't help
but feel a little sorry for her.  Bob seemed to use any excuse to whip the
poor girl.  At least the daily spankings I used to give her were for
something she knew she actually deserved to be punished for.

   It just wasn't right for him to hand out such harsh frequent punishments
to her just because he felt like it.  Even a submissive like Linda needs to
be given a legit reason for such vast punishments or it confuses them and
messes up their training.  But then, I doubt Bob was worrying too much
about training her.  He had food and beer in the fridge now and plenty of
ass, that was about the extent of his worries.

   "So you're 12 now," Bob said as he pushed her onto the mattress.  "I
think it's time you got your birthday spanking.  I think 10 for each year
should be about right."

   "No!" Jay and I said in unison.

   I don't know about Jay but my outburst had been completely instinctive.
She was going to get the belt regardless of what I said and I knew speaking
out like that would only make things worse for both her and I.  Jay and I
both coward back from the cage bars when we seen Bob scowl our direction.

   "Don't worry, I'll save enough for you," Bob laughed.

   A part of me prayed he was talking to Jay.  But considering it was my
birthday I was pretty certain the comment was for my benefit.

   "You know what happens when you don't assume the proper position," Bob
calmly said to Linda who was currently in the fetal position on the
mattress.

   I had no idea what would happen if she failed to get into position but
it must have been pretty bad because Linda frantically got up on her hands
and knees and then lowered her face to the mattress.

   I tried to control my body but I couldn't help but get hard when I seen
sis posed like that.  Even with the impending doom of the belt hanging over
my head I couldn't help but get horny.  This was the first time I had seen
a naked girl in a very long time and even then I was too humiliated to get
any enjoyment out of it.

   Sis was facing away from the cage so I seen no problem in having a
little fun with Jay.  I grabbed a hand full of his hair and turned him
around so he could take care of my "little" problem.  Before shoving his
face down to my dick I noticed that his dick was hard as well.  His moral
standings might have prevented him from fucking his daughter but it was
clear at least one part of him wanted too.

   Jay was an extremely accomplished cock sucker and I only had to give the
gentlest of pressure on his head to get him to start deep throating me.  I
almost came down Jay's throat when Bob landed the first blow with the belt.
Linda let out the most adorable yelp that made my dick lurch.  My dick
seemed to get harder every time the belt landed and Linda screamed out. 
Bob was only on the 19 or 20th blow when I came.

   I have to admit that after my climax ended I did feel a little guilty
for getting such pleasure from Linda's torment.  Giving her 120 hits with a
belt could only be considered torture in my book.  Doing it so soon after a
previous whipping was totally unacceptable.  Not that Bob cared what I
considered unacceptable.

   Still, I had Jay continue to suck on my dick in hopes that it might cut
some of the edge off what I was being made to watch.  I just wished someone
could do the same for Linda.  She was crying up a storm after the first
hit. She peed herself by the 50th hit.  By the time Bob reached 75 she
looked like she was about to pass out.  I think her ass went numb or
something because from 80 to 100 she barely screamed at all.

   Bob stopped at 100 though.  At first I thought he had lost count or was
thinking of giving her mercy.  However, he had other plans.

   "Next position," Bob ordered.

   It took Linda a moment to comply in her woozy condition but she managed
to get up on her knees.  She groaned in pain as she let her sore ass cheeks
settle down on the backs of her legs and feet.

   "I want a puppy," Linda said as she sat there trying to hide her breasts
with her hands.

   "Oh no, that ship has already sailed," Bob laughed in response.  "You
had your chance for that earlier today.  If you are a good girl though I
might open that option back up to you another day."

   The conversation was obviously about something I was not privy too.  I
couldn't tell if "puppy" was a code word for something or if she meant an
actual dog.  She was trying to barter with it though so it's possible Bob
punished her earlier in the day because she would not willingly ask to have
sex with a dog.  I was just grabbing at strings though.

   Whatever Linda was trying to offer, it didn't work.  She started crying
even harder as she forced herself to move her hands away from her breasts.
She had barely gotten them out of range when the belt whistled through the
air and landed hard against both of her tits.  Her hands instinctively shot
back to her breasts to protect them.

   She knew better though so she quickly moved them away again.  This time
she put them behind her back and locked her hands together to help keep
from trying to protect her breasts again.

   "That one doesn't count," Bob informed her.

   Linda didn't look a bit surprised so my guess is that moving her hands
to her breasts like that always resulted in a penalty.

   I cringed each time the belt landed on her breasts and nipples.  Bob was
hitting her almost twice as hard as I ever did while whipping her breasts.
She was feeling every one of them too.  Most of the hits seemed to hurt so
much that when they landed she would open her mouth but was in too much
pain to even scream.  Her eyes would be wide and her mouth would be open
but the next blow was landing before she could get any sound to come out.

   Jay managed to keep me hard but I was too shocked by the severity of the
blows to actually cum again.  On the final blow Bob reared back like he was
going to swing hard enough to rip her tits off.  However, the actually
swing turned out to be even lighter than the ones prior.  I think he was
just trying to see if he could get Linda to flinch away and earn additional
hits.

   After he was done Bob just looked down at sis and stared at her tiny
breasts.  The belt had made her chest such a bright red that it looked like
the blood would start oozing out of her pores at any moment.

   When he was finally bored at looking at her he pushed her to the side
with his foot.  I did the same with Jay when I seen Bob head toward our
cage door.  I was surprised when he didn't bother cuffing me before letting
me out.  With my hands and feet free I knew this was my greatest chance at
escape.

   It's probably impossible to calculate such a thing, but if I had to put
a number on it I would say I had about a 5 percent chance of escaping.  Bob
looked a little drunk but both David and he were much bigger than me and
definitely better nourished.  Still, 5 percent was better than zero, which
is what my odds had been in the past months.

   Still, I just couldn't get the balls to make a break for it.  I felt
like such a pussy.  Not only was this my best chance at escape but Bob was
about to viciously whip me with a belt if I stayed.  I guess I am a glass
is 95 percent empty kind of guy.  Instead of looking at the 5 percent
chance of freedom I was considering the 95 percent chance of not making it
and having life in my cage get significantly worse for the foreseeable
future.  All I could will myself to do was obey Bob's orders and crawl up
on the mattress and get into my first position.

   Sis was still too busy crying to look my way, but I still made sure I
was facing away from her when I put the side of my face to the mattress. 
This spanking was going to be bad enough without the embarrassment of
looking her in the eye.

   Like sis, Bob didn't hold back when he brought the belt down on me.  Jay
whipped me a lot but this was the first time Bob took a belt to me.  If I
got to choose I would pick Jay any day.

   It wasn't just how hard Bob whipped me but the manner in which he did
it. Sometimes he would land it across both cheeks and others he would bring
it down on just one to ensure I felt the full power of the swing.  Other
times, however, he would angle the swing so the end of the belt would wrap
down around my ass cheek and slam against my balls.  These swings were the
absolute worst pain imaginable.  The end of the belt hit my nuts so hard
that it made me feel like puking.

   I prayed that someone was keeping count because my brain was too busy
dealing with the pain to worry about numbers.  I'm ashamed to say that by
the time Bob stopped I was crying like a baby and begging for mercy.

   "That was just 130, you still have 20 more," Bob informed me.  "Time for
a new position."

   I tried to stop my tears and look strong as I got up and turned their
direction.  Like sis, I moaned in pain as I knelt and settled back on my
ass cheeks.  This apparently wasn't the position Bob wanted me in because
he reached out with his foot and pushed me backward.  I was confused but
laid down on my back like he apparently wanted me.

   "Tie him down," Bob told David.

   The two must have preplanned this part because David already had a
length of twine in his hands.  I was even more confused when David didn't
go to my feet or hands.  Instead, he wrapped the twine around my waist
tight and tied the two ends together.  I was having a really hard time
trying to figure out what he was doing until he pulled up on the twine and
angled my still hard dick under it.  The twine was about half way down the
length of my dick when David let go of it.  With my dick now pinned down
against my stomach I knew what Bob had planned for me.

   "No," I begged as Bob raised the belt and took careful aim.

   I looked on in disbelief as the belt flew through the air and then down
across my dick and stomach.  I was still screaming when he brought it down
a 2nd time.  The blows came down so fast that I went into one continuous
scream.  Bob slowly moved around me as he brought the belt down.  This
ensured he hit every inch of my private parts to include a few more hits on
my balls.

   Thankfully, David had mercy on me and held my hands down during all of
this.  Otherwise I am positive I would have earned myself extra hits from
trying to protect myself.

   When Bob finally finished and David let go of me I looked down expecting
to see a bloody mess.  I was certain Bob had whipped the skin off my dick.
Surprisingly, everything seemed intact.  Though, my dick was rather red and
swollen.

   It was still stinging so bad that my first instinct was to grab it. 
Don't ask me what I planned to do once I got hold of it though.  I guess
the logical thing would have been to rub it but that would just keep me
hard which would prolong the pain since being hard stretched the skin.

   When I grabbed my dick, however, the pain got twice as bad.  It was one
of those pains you felt you had to do something to sooth, but every time I
tried to do that it just made it worse.  It was like trying to put a fire
out with a bucket of gasoline.

   Finally, I realized that Linda probably had the best idea, so I just
curled up on the mattress and cried.  Bob joked with David for a minute at
my expense and then decided to proceed with the party.  I thought for sure
we were done but as it turns out we were nowhere near finished.

   "Mount the bitch," Bob ordered.

   I looked back at Bob in confusion.  I couldn't tell if he meant for
David to fuck me; or him to fuck sis; or for me to fuck sis.  David wasn't
moving and Bob was staring at me, so I guessed he wanted me to fuck Linda.

   I didn't have that many good dreams these days but when they did come to
me in the night they were almost always of sis.  However, I knew this fuck
would involve a lot more pain than pleasure.  I was starting to wish I
hadn't used Jay's throat earlier.  It would take me twice as long to cum
now.

   Though, if I knew then what I did now I probably still would have fucked
his throat.  It would be worth the extra pain just to knock that bastard
down another peg.  This was the first time Linda had a chance to see Jay
being used as a slave.  As her father I knew this had to have had a major
impact on him; even if he knew Linda was a little preoccupied at the time.

   Linda and I both groaned as we moved into position.  There was no
comfortable way to do this for either of us so I decided to just take her
in the missionary position.  I made sure that I had her angled so when I
mounted her I could look directly at Jay.  The pain on his face while he
watched me pump his daughter would help make me cum faster.

   After thinking about it, taking her doggy style probably would have been
a little less painful and would have added to Jay's humiliation even more
since she would be looking at him as well.  Still, this position would more
than suffice.

   When I was about to line up my dick I noticed something I hadn't
earlier. The mound around her pussy was red and swollen just like my dick.
The fucking sadistic asshole had made the end of the belt land on her pussy
several times.  I had seen a couple hit there but he had apparently landed
at least 20 on her groin.

   I've never really eaten a pussy before.  The thought doesn't disgust me,
it's just not something I feel is appropriate for a master to do to a
slave. Yet, right now I would have gladly kissed and licked Linda's cunt if
I thought it might sooth her pain.  I knew it wouldn't though so I just
crawled up over her and lined my dick up with her hole.

   I have this little habit when I'm about to fuck a girl.  I like to rub
the head of my dick up and down her slit a few times.  I started doing it
way back as a means to ensure the girl was wet and ready.  Of course, even
if the girl isn't ready I still shove my dick up her.  But at least I have
an idea of how fast to go without taking the skin off my dick.

   While I was pretty certain Linda wasn't that wet, I decided to forgo
this little procedure to save her and I at least a little discomfort.  She
still groaned in pain and gripped my shoulders hard when I forced the head
of my dick in her.  I could tell she was loose enough to take me now, but
it was still a pretty tight fit.

   Up until this point, the pain had been pretty minimal for me since the
belt had only struck the head of my dick once.  An inch past that, however,
I found myself groaning even louder than sis.  I could hear Bob laughing
and joking about our predicament.  I could hear David chuckle from time to
time but I could tell he was only laughing to please Bob.

   I don't know if it was the heat or her body or possibly salt from her
sweat, but my dick seemed to sting even more as I slid into her.  I knew
the friction would hurt but it just seemed to hurt way more than I
expected.

   Bob wasn't yelling at us to hurry up so I took my time.  However, when I
was about half way in I suddenly felt what seemed to be liquid fire splash
onto my already aching left ass cheek.  The pain was extreme and it caused
me to shoot forward.  This only caused more pain to come from my front.  I
was buried all the way up Linda's cunt though before I could stop myself.

   Linda and I both let out a short scream of pain.  I quickly glanced back
to see what had happened to my ass.  I couldn't see it all, but it looked
like something shiny red had been thickly painted on part of my ass cheek.
Even as I was trying to work out what was going on I seen something red
drop down from above me and paint the other cheek.  I screamed again as the
liquid fire stabbed into my ass.  I looked up above me to see Bob holding a
large red candle.  The fucker was pouring candle wax on me!

   "You can't have a birthday party without candles," Bob laughed.  "The
sooner you blow your wad the sooner I'll let you blow out the candle."

   The next splash went between my ass cheeks and ran across my asshole. 
The pain was so intense that for a second I was so close to passing out
that my vision even dimmed.  My dick still hurt like hell but I forced
myself to start sliding in and out of sis.  I hoped that if I started
pumping her good that he would at least stop pouring wax on me.  He didn't
though.  If anything he seemed to pour even more on me.

   He didn't just drip it on my sore ass either.  He was dripping it almost
everywhere.  He kind of worked his way up my body until he reached my
shoulders and then went downward again.  One of the worst was when he
reached my feet.  I never realized how sensitive the soles of your feet
are. With all the walking we do you would think they would be practically
invulnerable.  The pain from the wax there, however, was very extreme.

   I think he got tired of hearing me scream because he started working on
sis instead.  Luckily for her she didn't have very many targets he could
reach.  The first splash on her happened out of my sight but there was no
doubt it had happened.  She let out a loud scream and her cunt squeezed my
dick like a vice.  This was followed by several more screams before I
realized he was pouring it on her raised feet and toes.

   I heard him walk away and thought he was done torturing us.  He came
back though a minute later carrying the candle and a spoon.  I was
horrified at the thought of him trying to make us eat the hot wax.  That
isn't what the spoon was for though.  With me hovering over her he just
didn't have a clear shot at her chest.  So, he spooned the hot wax out of
the top of the candle and brought it quickly below me and poured it on her
chest.  I have no idea how she managed to keep from passing out when he did
this.  The pain had to be twice as bad as anything he had done to me.

   He didn't stop with just one spoon full either.  He kept spooning it
onto her tits until they were one big red mass of wax.  As she screamed she
kept looking from Bob to me for mercy.  She wanted Bob to stop and knew my
cumming was the only way for that to happen.

   After her tits were covered with wax he put the candle down for a moment
and started slapping the wax off from us with a belt.  The hits were
nothing compared to before but they still hurt like hell.  He even had me
kneel back for a moment so he could use the belt a few times on Linda's
chest.

   Once most of the wax was off from us he picked up the candle and started
all over again.  He was working on Linda's tits again when I finally
managed to cum.  I felt bad for sis but I am ashamed to admit that it was
her screams of pain more than anything else that made me climax.

   Bob must have been bored with us because after he verified Linda
actually had cum leaking out of her, he ordered me back into my cage.  To
my surprise, he then ordered Linda to crawl in with me.

   "She's your gift till morning," Bob informed me.  "You better get as
much use out of her as you can because it will probably be another year
before you get the chance again."

   It was all one big joke to Bob though.  He knew I wouldn't make it
through the night without fucking her at least once or twice more.  He got
off on the idea of me trying to force my sore dick up her.

   9.

   Sis and I cuddled in the cage for the longest time after David and Bob
went back upstairs.  Bob kept the basement warm 24/7 so our cuddling wasn't
for warmth.  I think it just felt good for both of us to be held by someone
we cared about for a change.

   I got the feeling that Jay and Linda were not on the best terms because
Linda didn't try to talk to him or encourage him to cuddle with us.  I know
Jay still loved her with all his heart, but I think Linda wasn't too happy
to find out her uncle was also her father.

   As slutty as she is, you would never guess that my mom was actually
pretty religious.  Like most parents she tried to force it onto us as well.
It clearly never took on me but some of it had with Linda.  She wasn't a
born again or anything that drastic but she knew that having sex with your
brother or sister was a very bad thing.

   She may cum on my dick but you could always tell she was disgusted
whenever I forced her to have sex with me.  Of course, it wouldn't have
been half as fun if she wasn't like this.  So, I could only imagine how
upsetting it was for her to find out that she was the product of an incest
relationship.  In time I'm sure she could come to forgive Jay and mom but
that time wasn't coming any time soon.

   At first I think sis and I were too embarrassed to speak.  After about
an hour, however, we started chatting like crazy.  We kept our
conversations in whispers though.  My reason for the whispers was that I
figured Bob was still listening via the hidden camera.  I think Linda's
reasons centered more around not letting Jay hear us.

   It had been months since we spoke last.  She did most of the talking
though.  I had plenty of shit that had happened to me during that time but
none of it was anything I would ever talk about to her.  I did get her to
talk about some of her sexual escapades though.

   She confirmed that she had indeed snuck into Uncle David and Joey's room
several times before Jay found out and brought them downstairs.  She had
also snuck out of the house three times to have sex with some of the
neighborhood boys that had used her in the past.

   I didn't want to spoil the time we had together so I didn't harp on her
for not going to the police or asking others for help.  I knew that no
matter what her answer was it would end up upsetting both her and I.  So,
we stuck to the safer areas of conversation.

   I asked her a little bit about her more recent activities upstairs but
she was very uncomfortable with speaking about it.  I did find out her
chain did give her access to many areas of the house.  However, Bob seldom
let her go long without supervision.

   "You owe all of this to your old man there," I said when Linda started
crying about some of the things Bob had done to her.

   This comment I said loud enough for Jay to hear and he looked over at
us. I could tell he was itching to debate the fault with me but didn't
dare. I decided to punish him anyway just for looking at me with such a
nasty expression on his face.

   I leaned back against the bars of our cage and then pulled Linda up so
she was sitting in my lap, facing away from me, with my dick angling up and
over her stomach.  She stiffened up in my arms as I positioned her like
this.  Part of her fear I think was the possible pain we had felt earlier.
However, it had been well over an hour and most of the soreness was leaving
our bodies.  So, I think she was even more scared that it might feel too
good.  The last thing she wanted was for Jay to witness her cumming on my
dick after so harshly judging him and mom for their incestuous activities.

   "What are you looking at faggot?" I told Jay.  "Get down there and clean
that mess up."

   There was a large pool of cum and cunt juice where Linda had been
sitting just seconds prior.  Jay looked down at it and then back at me with
tears in his eyes.  Despite his vast background, I'm sure this was going to
be one of the hardest things he had ever done.  He knew that if he obeyed
me that he would no doubt loose his daughter forever.  He had already lost
her love, now he would loose what little respect she had for him as well.
Despite all the things he had done to me, I actually felt a little sorry
for him.  I knew this had to be done though so I didn't cancel the order.

   For a moment I thought he might actually disobey me.  He knew he would
end up doing it anyway, but by disobeying he could at least save some face
in front of his daughter.  At the same time he also knew that the
punishment would be severe.  He started crying like a little baby as he
made up his decision and crawled forward and started slurping his daughter
and I off the floor.

   "Ew," I heard sis whisper as she watched him sucking our juices up.

   She had sucked up similar juices in the past but I think it grossed her
out more knowing that it was her father now doing it.

   Jay must have heard her because he blushed profusely.  He didn't stop
though until the floor was spotless.  He knelt up in his standard slave
position once he was done but he couldn't bring himself to look up at our
faces.

   "There's more where that came from," I informed him.

   I don't think this command surprised him any.  He just crawled over to
us without saying a word.  I grabbed a fist full of his hair and guided his
tongue and lips up and down my sore dick.  It actually felt pretty soothing
with him gently licking at it.

   Linda stayed quiet as she watched Jay clean my dick off.  Who knows what
thoughts were actually running through her head.  I think one of them
though must have related to how good it would feel for daddy to lick her
love button because when it looked like he was about done with me she slide
a little to the right in my lap and spread her legs further so Jay could
get easier access to her cunt.

   Linda tried to hold back but it wasn't long and she was making little
cooing sounds as Jay licked up and down her slit.  I noticed he kept his
lips tight around his tongue so he wouldn't get any more of her flavor in
his mouth than was necessary.  I let him get away with this for a minute
before I told him to ensure he got all my cum out of her.

   It was after this command that he finally looked up into my eyes in
protest.  He quickly looked down again though when he was met with Linda's
face staring down at him.  The wimp started crying again as he lowered his
face to her cunt once more and sealed his lips to it.

   "Oh!" Linda let out when Jay applied suction to her cunt.

   I was glad to hear that her outburst was closer to pleasure than pain. I
even noted she made a few very minor pelvic thrusts as her dad drank from
her cunt.  This told me that she wouldn't be in too much agony as I fucked
her.

   I knew that any cum that had not leaked out of sis already was probably
deep inside her.  So, I made Jay suck at her cunt for a good 2 minutes. 
During that time I saw him take several swallows.  The first swallow looked
to be of reasonable size.  However, I think the rest were mainly just small
swallows of his spit and Linda's cunt juice.

   "That's good enough," I told him.  "Now line me up."

   I almost came when I looked down and seen the look on Jay's face.  There
was something about the sad look in his eyes that told me that I had just
broken him.  I had been working on him for days now but I was still a bit
disappointed that he had broken so soon.  I hoped that he would last at
least a couple months.  He has been broken several times in his life though
and I guess it just gets easier every time.

   Still, playing with him from this point further just wouldn't be as fun
now that he has pretty much given in to his fate.  Sure, he will keep my
dick wet but it just won't be as exciting.  Maybe I will keep him in this
state for a month or so and then start treating him like an equal.  You
know, let him come back to reality.  Then, right when he's getting his man
hood back I can dunk him under again.  I could make a bit of a game out of
it, see how far I can dunk him under each time.  Each cycle would probably
take 6 months or more but what was time in the cage?  If anything, it would
help keep me entertained.

   Sis reached up and grabbed the bars above us.  She then pulled herself
up and waited for Jay to line my dick up with her cunt.  Jay's leather
mitts felt very sensual as he struggled to line me up without the use of
his fingers.

   Linda was getting a bit impatient as her father fumbled around with my
dick.  She kept trying to move her hips in order to capture my dick head as
it would slide too far to the left or right across her cunt mound.

   "Hurry up," Linda told Jay.

   I don't think she meant to say it out loud though because she blushed
right afterward.  Sis really was starting to take after her mother.  Just
like mom, if you made sis do something sexual she always acted at first
like it was going to kill her.  However, part way into it and she started
leaking more oil than Uncle David's car.  Once that happened you
practically had to throw a bucket of cold water on her to get her to stop.
I'm sure it was more her training taking hold than it was genetics, but it
was still fun to watch every time.

   "Mmm," Linda moaned when she finally managed to capture my dick with her
cunt.

   She must have had a serious itch deep insider her because it took her no
time at all to sink most of the way down on my dick.  I was very impressed
when I seen 3/4ths of my dick sticking inside her.  I then remembered all
of her time with grandpa.  Unlike me, Bob wasn't the sensitive type.  I
hadn't actually seen him fuck her yet but I knew from her yells that he was
always pounding her as deep and hard as he could.

   While it was a little bit of a turn on thinking about how much Bob had
stretched her out, I couldn't help but be concerned he might have done
damage to her insides.  She didn't seem to be in any pain now though, so if
there was damage I doubt it was anything life threatening.

   My dick felt a little raw from the belt earlier, but Linda's cunt still
felt like heaven.  She was moaning like crazy as she fucked herself up and
down on my dick.  She started to get too carried away so I put my hands on
her hips to slow her down.  I think she was nearing a climax, because she
let out a small whine when I made her slow down.

   I could feel her cunt juice starting to run down my dick and across my
balls.  I motioned for Jay to crawl back between our legs.  He may be
broken, but it didn't mean I couldn't push him under a little bit further.
He started crying again so I was pretty sure I was making some additional
progress with him.  Once he got into place I grabbed his hair and pulled
his face to my balls so he could lick his daughter off me.

   To throw some salt on the wound I reached up and grabbed one of Linda's
hands.  Once I got her to let go of the bar above, I guided it to the back
of Jay's head.  She latched onto him right away.  I let go of Jay and
watched as best as I could as Linda guided his mouth up the length of my
dick until he reached her cunt.

   Linda and I froze mid fuck as we savored the feel of Jay's tongue
slithering back and forth around our juncture.  My father must have made
Jay do this before because he definitely knew what he was doing.  He would
run his tongue back and forth from the bottom of my dick all the way up to
Linda's clit.  The best part was when he would push his face in tight
against us and fuck his tongue into Linda's cunt tight against the side of
my dick.

   He was doing an outstanding job but you could tell he hated every minute
of it.  Of course, that is what made it even better.  I did notice though
that he continued to perform even after Linda removed her hand from his
head and grabbed the bar again.

   We let Jay feed at our juncture for 15 minutes at least.  During that
time Linda would sometimes interrupt his efforts so she could hump up and
down on my dick a few times.  I couldn't tell if she was doing this for her
own pleasure of if she was just trying to give her father some fresh juice
to lick up.

   All good things must come to an end though.  So, I used my grip on
Linda's hips to get her to go back into a full humping motion on my dick.
Once she started humping Jay just held his head pretty still against the
side of my dick so that it would swipe against his daughter's clit each
time she humped down on me.  Needless to say, she went pretty wild once she
realized she got this little treat every time she sunk down on me.  I had
to wonder how many times Jay had performed this very act while my father
fucked his sister.

   "Shit!" Linda cried out when her climax finally hit.

   You could just tell this was one of the best climaxes Linda had
experienced.  She sounded almost like an animal as it washed over her. 
Right when it seemed like she had peaked she seemed to shoot up even
higher. I think this even surprised her because she let out a stream of
piss.  I couldn't see it, but I could tell she was pissing on her father's
face as he continued to try to lick at us.  I went over the edge myself
when I heard Jay gagging as he tried to swallow the piss.

   "What a slut," I grunted as I shot my load up Linda's cunt.

   To be honest, my brain was such a whirlwind of pleasure at the time that
I don't even know for sure who I was talking too when I said it.  Was I
calling sis a slut for pissing on her father or was I calling Jay one for
drinking it?  I guess it was a little of both.

   As Linda and I settled down she let go of the bars above her and I
pulled her back against me and held her in my arms.  I gave her a light
kiss on the cheek but we didn't say anything.  We just leaned back like
that and listened to Jay cry as he waited for me to take my dick out of
Linda so he could get the rest of his meal for the day.

   10.

   Bob didn't seem too happy when he came down to the basement the
following day.  He must have watched the tape from the hidden camera and
seen all the fun Linda and I had.  I don't think he expected the pain from
the belt to wear off so fast.  He probably expected to see 7+ hours of
video of Linda and I in agony as we tried to fuck each other with our sore
genitals.

   He tried to act like he didn't have a care in the world but you could
tell that he was disappointed that his plan had failed.  Little did he
know, his little plan backfiring was the least of his mistakes when he put
sis in the cage with me.

   Linda gave me a quick kiss on the lips after Bob handcuffed my hands
around one of the bars and started to open our cage.  Linda willingly
crawled out of the cage but it wasn't fast enough for Bob and he grabbed
her by the hair and pulled her out.  After locking our cage and removing my
cuffs he grabbed Linda by the hair again and started walking as fast as he
could.  She stumbled behind him as best she could as he led her up the
stairs.

   Bob barely got her up the steps before he started raping her.  He even
left the basement door open so I could clearly hear him humping in and out
of her.  She was groaning pretty loud so I think he was taking her in the
asshole dry.

   This lasted for only 10 minutes before he came.  He shut the door after
that but I could hear him getting the chain on Linda's ankle again. 
Shortly after that I heard the chain rattling around as she went about her
daily chores of cleaning and cooking.

   Then, about 4 hours after he had dragged sis back upstairs, life in the
cage ended for me.  It ended just as fast as it had started, and
ironically, by the same means.

   The night before while I held sis tight in my arms I whispered more than
just sweet nothings into her ear.  I told her of my hidden stash of pills.
I didn't have that many drugs in the house, but the ones I did have were
not something I would want Linda or my uncles to get their hands on.  They
were pills Mike, my doctor friend, had provided.  I doubt a drug dog would
recognize them but that didn't mean they were legal.  There was a bottle of
sick pills; one bottle had the antidote; one bottle had an enhanced version
of a popular rape drug; and the final, and most important bottle for our
plan, contained a strong sleep agent.

   You would be surprised how hard it is to find a good hiding place in
your house.  I actually kept the pill bottles in several places before I
found one that I was certain Linda wouldn't intentionally or accidentally
find.  David's main bathroom had one of those metal toilet paper holders
imbedded in the wall.  Believe it or not, those metal things are held in
place by just two screws.  Or at least this one was.  What I did was remove
it from the wall and screwed a tiny eyebolt in the wall stud just inside
the hole off to the side.  I then put the pill bottles in a small cloth
drawstring bag and tied the drawstring to the eyebolt.  It was pretty damn
low tech but it did the job.

   I was pretty impressed that Linda had managed to pull our plan off so
fast.  She looked rather skeptical about the plan when I had told it to
her. The plan was simple but did have a few risks.  First she had to
smuggle a dull butter knife or something into the bathroom.  She had two
adequate holes to smuggle something like that with, but with Bob constantly
watching her it was still a high risk.  Plus, what would happen if he
decided to fuck one of those holes before letting her use the restroom?

   Bob also liked to watch her piss and shit sometimes.  It wasn't often
but she would be fucked if he insisted on watching her shit the knife out.
She got lucky this day, however, and Bob just stuck his dick in her mouth
and made her drink his piss.  He then turned and left the room so he
wouldn't have to watch her puke if she got sick.

   David was at work for another 3 hours so she had a little privacy once
Bob got out of site.  The chain prevented the door from being shut though
so she had to work fast once she recovered the butter knife.

   She said she almost pissed herself when she heard Bob walking back
toward the bathroom only 2 minutes later.  She still had the toilet roll
holder and the pill bottles lying on the floor and knew she was caught. 
She quickly grabbed two of the sleeping pills and walked out of the
bathroom to meet him.  Luckily, he didn't decide to go any further toward
the bathroom to look around.  He also didn't notice that Linda kept her
fist closed as she walked back to the living room.

   From there it was just a matter of time before he had her go get him a
fresh beer.  She opened it as she walked back and in dropped the two pills.
They were very strong and even uncrushed it didn't take but a few minutes
for them to dissolve enough to knock him out.

   Getting loose was cake since Bob kept the key for the cage and Linda's
chain on a necklace he made from a thin strip of leather.  Jay looked up
hopefully as Linda opened the cage and I crawled out.  I just smiled back
at him and shut the door in his face.  He looked disappointed but not
overly surprised.

   Even if I knew how long the drugs worked, I had no way of knowing how
much of it Bob had actually drank.  So, I cuffed his hands as soon as I got
to his sleeping fat body.  A part of me wanted to slit the fucker's throat.
But, all things considered, he really didn't treat me all that bad once he
got free of the cage.  So, I was pretty sure that most of the poor
treatment I got from him while we were both in the cage was in order to
gain Jay's trust.  Of course, it is possible that by the time he got free
of the cage Bob was just tired of abusing me and that is why he tapered
back.  Regardless, I just didn't think I had it in me to kill him.  There
was only one person in my life that I think I had the willpower to kill,
but that wasn't anyone involved in this story.

   I almost ended up killing Bob anyway as I struggled to drag his fat ass
back down the basement stairs.  I lost my grip toward the bottom and he
slid the last 5 steps and then banged his head on the cement floor.  He
didn't hit that hard though and there wasn't any blood or even a bump on
his head.

   I couldn't help but laugh as I pushed him back in the cage with Jay.  It
was funny how often management restructuring seemed to happen in this
household.  I had no ambition to hold the management position for long
though.  I just needed a little time to get my head straight before I took
off.

   I ended up staying in the house only a week before I left.  Despite his
unwillingness to help me in days past, I knew I could still trust David to
follow orders now that I was the one in charge.  So, I let him roam
relatively free for that week.  Even though I wanted to choke the shit out
of him, I made sure I treated Bob very well during that time.  I even told
him in advance that I would be letting him go free within a week or two.

   When I felt it was time to leave I bundled Jay up nice and good and
stuffed him in the trunk of my car.  I then gave David the key to the cage
with orders to let Bob go.  Believe it or not, David was actually happy
about this.  David was a well-trained slave that now craved the attention
of a master.  With me gone, Bob would provide him with that attention.  Bob
would treat him like shit and abuse him in many degrading and very
undignified manners.

   Yeah, they were a match made in heaven.  David would provide the food
and beer and Bob would provide the treatment both David and Joey had become
accustomed too.

   Jay, well he had a completely different future in front of him.  I
decided I would give him the one thing he wanted most in this world.  I was
going to reunite him with his sister.

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   This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not condone
such activities in real life.  Also, I do not recommend that you try
duplicating anything mentioned in my stories; even if you are doing them
legally.  I try to keep most of the activities semi realistic, however,
many of these things can and probably would cause severe damage.
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