It is cold in the basement, and the floor is damp. The chain around your neck is heavy, and has worn a sore where it rests against your shoulder. Your feet are filthy and you stink. There is no light in the basement. The only light you ever see are from flashlights when they use you. Above you, there is an video camera, recording everything that happens. Everything you do is being watched.
Your hair is greasy and clumped and covered with dried cum. You’re fed very little. You can feel your tits sagging, and your ribs and hip bones becoming more prominent each day.
You’ve become a sex toy for the house. My friends don’t even ask permission any more. They just come into the basement through the back door, sometimes two or three at a time. You used to just suck them off in the beginning, but now I let them fuck you too. The only house rule is they can’t cum inside you. There is no way to know how many men have ejaculated on your face and hair and tits since you got here.
The whole time they are using you, all you think about is how it pleases me, how you’re being a good house bitch, and keeping my friends happy. When you hear the back door opening, you quickly begin to rub your pussy to make it wet and warm for them. They sometimes beat you if you’re too dry. I expect you to be wet for my friends.
After everyone is gone and the house is quiet, you get a little time with me. I look at your thinning limbs, and your chapped lips, and protruding abused labia, and I chain your ankles to the wall with the leather cuffs so your cunt is spread for me.
I look at the pretty form of your skeleton showing through your thinning paper skin, and your dilated pupils and I begin to fuck you slowly and brutally. Your bones are fragile, and I can feel them close to cracking when I punch my cock inside you. I can see the outline of your skull in your face, how your eye sockets are deepening.
How you cling to every second with me, and rock your hips around my cock, milking my shaft, and whisper never to leave you, even as I cum inside you. How grateful you are to me that someone would even take the time to abuse you. And each night when I’m finished with you, I have to pull your arms off me, and detach you from me like a disgusting parasite, even as you cry not to be left alone again. Each night it is the same ritual. You’re lucky I’m so cruel, pig, otherwise I would be bored with you by now.