Chapter 6 : Broken Bitch
The last insult
that I had hurled at him after the forced blowjob, was now coming back to bite
me in my ass. The knot holding the rope at my chest was cut off and I was
dragged back on the table. He put his arms beneath me, and turned me around, so
that I was lying across the length of the table, instead of the narrow breadth.
He was just pulling and pushing me as if I was some object and not a human
being.
I could finally
rest my head on the table, but my legs below the knees were dangling in the
air. I had closed my eyes out of exhaustion, when I felt cold steel on my
ankles again, and heard the click. Ankles - cuffed again. Next was the
handcuffs around my wrists, and I was prepared for it. But that was not all. He
took the rope which he had used previously to secure my chest and butt to the
table, and tied it around my wrists in several loops. And then came the
surprise. He bent my legs and brought them closer to my butt. So close, that my
heels almost touched my butt cheeks. He pulled the rope tighter making me
stretch my arms as far as they could go, and then tied that rope around my
ankles. It all seemed futile since I was already cuffed.
But the reality
dawned when he released my feet. The rope held my wrists bound to my ankles. If
pulled back my arms, my legs were lifted too and all my weight came onto my
chest. If I tried to relax my feet and stretched them away from my butt, the
rope pulled at my wrists and shoulder, raising it from the table, so that all
my weight was on my stomach. I pulled and released and finally understood that
no matter what I did, either my shoulders, or my wrists, or waist, or legs- any
one of them was going to suffer a shitload of pain. The only way to avoid it
was to distribute the strain. I had to keep a balance by looking straight,
arching my back a little, and hold my feet with my hands. It was extremely
uncomfortable and exhausting, and I had no idea for how long I would have to
stay like this, because he just turned off the lights, stormed off into the
living room, locked the door and went out, leaving me all tied up like a pig on
the table, and plunged into darkness for an indefinite time.
The silence and
the darkness were unbearable. It was difficult to say what was causing more
pain to me – the position in which I was lying or the piercing loneliness that
had swept all over me since the minute he had left. I rested my head on the
table, and drifted in and out of sleep. The fact that I could sleep in such an
uncomfortable and awkward position made me realize how exhausted my brain and
body must have been.
The oral sex
forced on me in the past hour, had left a bad taste in my mouth. It felt as if
the semen soaked panties were rotting in my oral cavity making it dry, sore and
definitely smelly. Lying in the trunk had already stiffened each and every part
of my body, but standing there all bent and squashed against the table had
broken my back. He had forgotten that there was already a back problem which I
suffered since my infamous scooter accident from almost two years ago. If he
wanted to leave me alone like this, at least he should have taken the pain of
making me a little comfortable. Every muscle from my shoulder to feet ached,
the rope dug into my skin, and the table felt hard against my breasts and
stomach. He had kept the air conditioning on which made me feel extremely cold.
This
temperature was alright normally, but being completely naked except for my bra
changed things quite a bit. Being a realist, I had already accepted that escape
from this strict tie-up was impossible, but the least I could do was make
myself comfortable. Taking the first step to accomplish that, I stretched my
legs as far as they would go. They hung in the mid-air and pulled at my wrists,
while I put all me weight on my stomach and thighs, and tried to move a little
to my left. If only, I could shift to one side of the table and then turn on my
right side, there was a chance that in the next step I could turn more and
manage to lie on my back.
Cautiously I
continued my movements, keeping enough gap to prevent me from falling off the
table. Holding my leg with my wrist I gradually put all my weight on my right
shoulder and tried to turn sideways. The first few attempts failed, but
finally, one quick jerk helped me turn, almost making me fall. All my weight
was on my right side now, and I was facing the door. It was a stupid move
because now my right arm was crushed beneath my own body. But having a chance
to rest me legs on the table, and the freedom on my breasts brought some
much-needed relief.
They were
sweaty and pale from all the pinching, pulling and being sandwiched between me
and the table. I lay still thinking of what could have been so important that
had made him leave the house in the middle of the night…..Out of the blue, a
shrilling sound pierced through the silence, followed by a loud drumming sound.
I strained to look back at the bed and saw his phone ringing and vibrating on
the sidetable. It went silent and after a few minutes
started ringing again. That’s when it struck me, that it was his alarm going
off, playing Rocky’s Eye of the tiger ringtone. This implied that it was 5’o
clock in the morning already- his time to wake up and start exercising. In past
few months he had turned into a fitness freak, waking up at 5am every morning,
going out for an hour-long jog, and then onto the terrace for multiple sets of
push-ups and sit-ups. So almost eight hours had already gone by since the
ordeal had started and there were still 16 more to go.
If I was in
such a bad state in one-third time, I was going to be end up insane by the time
it got over. The alarm kept going on and on every five minutes for almost 5-6
times until eventually the phone went dead leaving me all alone again. The
fool! Didn’t he know the basic rule of BDSM, was to never leave a bound person
alone. Plus, I was not just bound, but gagged too. In last 8 hours, I had
learnt how to keep my breathing controlled, and how to keep breathing through
my nose. But now it was getting frustrating. What if my nose clogged up? I
would end up suffocating by the time he even came back. Fuck, that was a scary
thought! This was highly irresponsible of him, and I hated him for that.
I woke up with
a start from the sound of a door being unlocked, and saw his silhouette on the
living room door. The lights were flicked on making me go blind for a moment.
My heart beats raced as I saw him enter the bedroom – not out of excitement but
out of fear of what he had in store for me next. In his hands, there was huge
white Apollo Pharmacy polybag, which made me wonder if he was all right? After
all, why else would he rush to the pharmacy in the middle of the night like
that. What that bag contained, I had no idea, but something was definitely
wrong with him.
He looked
passively at me, as if I was some showpiece and went off to the bathroom.
That’s when I remembered, I needed to pee badly. Cold and alcohol both always
made my bladder go awry, causing me to pee more frequently than usual. When he
came out I started grunting through my taped up lips to attract some attention.
I could feel that he was looking at me, so I thrust my hips forward tying to
indicate that I needed a pee-break. “mmm mmmuuummm, mmmmph.” “Washroom,now!” was what
I meant.
Walking up to
me he questioned, “You need to pee?..... Hmmmm.
Okay.”
I always hated
his ‘hmmmm’, so I glared at him, my eyes showering my
fury on him. Come on, man! The lady needed a loo break, how difficult was that
to proceess.
“You know,
asking nicely would really improve your chances right now. It was about time
you learned to be a little polite at least”, was all he said.
I just looked
away and mumbled ‘fuck you’ which came out as another angry grunt. But his
response was as weird as him, “Nope, not yet. Your legs must be stiff, you
should take a walk first, bitch!”
What he just
called me? A bitch? Bloody jerk! I stared at him in disbelief. He had never
ever used that word before no matter how rough our argument got.
Reading my
expression, he presented his clarification: “You keep on saying all the time
that you are a selfish bitch from hell and shouldn’t be trusted. Well, now I
agree.”
He walked off
leaving the last few words lingering in my head. Yes, I used to say it often. I
had dated and broken up so many times, that I was convinced that I wasn’t
designed for relationships. I was selfish and cared only about what made me
happy. If something didn’t work out well, I had preferred to end it then and
there instead of stretching it endlessly. But not this time. This was my first
real relationship that had lasted so long and no matter how hard I tried, it
had been impossible to let go of him. He knew me so well, that I couldn’t
imagine my life without him anymore. I needed him and I wanted him, but there
was no way on the earth that I was going to admit it.
“Come on bitch,
I have just the right thing for you.” He was back, holding a black dog collar
with a chain attached to it. “I had brought for Tiger, but it is going to suit
you just fine.”
Tiger was his neighbor’s dog. Was he serious? Calling me a bitch was
thing, but bringing in his dog’s collar was way too much. Without waiting for
my reaction, he undid the buckles on the collar, and while I shook my head as
much as I could and tried to pull away from him, he wrapped it around my neck,
tightened it at the back, and left the chain dangling down on the floor.
Asshole! How dare he do that?!! Bastard!
I heard the
scissors snipping away at the ropes as the pressure on my feet eased up and the
click sound came as the cuffs were removed from my wrists and ankles. I was
hoping he would cut off the tape too, but he didn’t. Blood flew through my legs
as he straightened them and massaged the calves with both his hands. I was
lifted from the table and held roughly until I could stand still without his
support.
Marching off to
his cupboard, he fished for something and returned with one of his worn out
shirts. He quickly cut off the tape from my wrists, brought them to the front,
put them through shirt sleeves and cuffed them again. It happened so fast that
I once again failed to seize the opportunity to push him away and run. The
shirt was draped around me and buttoned up. I stretched my arms forward trying
to suggest that he should remove the cuffs, if he was really talking me for a
walk.
He got the hint
and laughed, saying “Don’t worry, no one will notice.”
He stretched
the shirt’s long sleeves over the cuffs, concealing them well, and buttoned up
the shirt’s top button thus safely hiding away the dog collar out of sight. I
continued struggling, out of the discomfort being caused by my full bladder,
while he started wrapping his towel around my waist. I looked down still trying
to comprehend what he had in his mind as he secured the towel with his belt buckled
up tight around my waist. The towel was long enough to cover me from waist to
ankles.
Last but not
the least, the tape was roughly ripped off from my lips accompanied by a
painful “ahhh” from my mouth. I started to push out
the panties with my tongue, and they were almost half way out when he came back
and pushed them all in again. I was no way going to voluntarily keep the sodden
underwear in my mouth, despite having the golden chance to spit them out.
He knew it, and
took away the opportunity by plastering a strip of transparent tape on my lips.
He stuck two more strips above that, just to reinforce the effect. My first
reaction was to look around to see how many rolls of tape did he actually have
in his torture tool-kit. To my utter shock, I saw a half-empty roll of silver
duct tape, a transparent roll, a plastic shining roll of black electric tape
and a roll of white medical tape. The list of weird and strange stuff, was just
getting longer, first the hand-cuffs, then the ring-shaped gag and now this.
What else had this guy been hiding all along in the dark corners of his room?
My neck felt
choked, when he suddenly tugged at the chain hanging from my collar. With
another jerk he pulled me forward. I had no intention to move, but the collar
was crushing my wind-pipe so I unwillingly stepped forward. Like a roman-slave
bought off from a flea-market, I was pulled outside the house and into the
building’s lift. He hit the button for top-most floor, left the chain on the
floor and started flexing his muscles in preparation for his daily exercise.
If he was
indeed going to treat me like a bitch, I was going to show him how wild I was.
Without thinking anything, I turned around and pressed the first button on the
panel with my cuffed wrists. The lift opened up on the first floor and I
stepped out in a hurry. If only I could get down to the house before him, and
lock myself in, it would touch him a good lesson. Maybe I would find the
handcuffs’ key was well. I climbed down the stairs and rushed to the door, the
chain dangling behind me as I ran.
Reaching his
flat, I pushed at the door knob, but it turned out to be locked. Wait! I knew
where the spare key was, but it was going to be impossible to reach the
electric-meter box with my hands tied up like that. I stretched my arms
upwards, and searched the box, and finally the key got into my tired fingers. I
rushed back to unlock the door. Just as I had opened the door, and stepped in,
he came up right behind me and pushed me in. With one push at my knees, I was
down on the ground, sprawled on my buttocks. He stormed off into the bedroom
and came back with another pair of hand cuffs and rope.
As I lay
sprawled sideways on the floor, he first put the cuffs around my ankles, and
then tied the rope above my and below my knees. The rope’s loose end was,
brought out beneath the towels overlapping hem, and then tied to the center of the cuffs at my wrists. I didn’t understand the
configuration at first. It only made sense when he lifted me and pushed me on
my knees.
Damn it. I was
on all fours in a crawling position. I tried to get up, but the rope between my
knees and wrists made sure that I had to stay bent down. A smack at my butt and
another push sent me down again, and then he tugged at the collar. The previous
“slave-position” was bad enough, but this “animalstance”
was utterly loathsome. In that moment, all my love and longing for him
evaporated, and with every pull at the chain, my hatred for him went deeper and
deeper.
Very few flats
were occupied in his building, and since it was a long weekend, most of them
must have been out on a holiday. There were no CCTV cameras that he needed to
worry about as he pulled at me making me crawl right from the living room and
into the lift. Every time I tried to get up, he went behind me and smacked my
towel covered butt making me squeal in pain. The lift opened up and I was
dragged into the terrace.
It was the 21st
floor, and this was the highest building in the locality. So, quite
conveniently there was no one out there who could have spotted a 25 year old
girl being dragged like a bitch by a tall, strong guy. Once we were in the
terrace, he took me to one corner and tied the chain to a nearby plumbing
pipeline. For extra measure, he took out a small padlock from his pocket and
locked the chain in place. It seemed, that every move, every way in which he
had treated me or tied up had been well thought and mentally practiced.
Possibly, before making a move, he had precisely imagined what to use and how
to use it to restrain me, and that is why he had managed to do so in such a
flawless manner. Hats off!
The pipe was embedded
in the wall, and no matter how hard I pulled, the chain or pipe were not going
to come off. I stayed in a kneeling position and lifted my hands from the
floor. My palms were dirty and bruised due to all the crawling on the floor.
Thankfully, the thick layer of towel had prevented my knees from getting all
bruised up. He had successfully made me feel like I was really his bitch. Yes,
that is exactly what I was at the moment. His wild, crazy, pet bitch. I bent
low, put my wrists behind me neck and tried to remove the collar but the buckle
was secured by a small pad lock too. Trying pulling off the transparent tape
off my lips, but it stuck well. Thanks to my nail-biting habits, it was hard to
rip off the tape with my blunt nails. I was still trying accept what he had
just done to me, when suddenly I heard a dog barking. As I turned around I saw
his neighbor’s dog coming right at me.
He stood there
watching and exercising as the dog leapt onto me. I was a cat-person and had
always hated dogs. Cats were nice and cute and adorable, and I loved them. As
per my folks, I was myself one big, lazy cat. Seeing them always made me smile,
and seeing dogs always made me run. This big fluffy Tiger was all over me,
licking at my arms with his tongue, jumping around me and trying to lick my
face. As he moved closer to my face, I fell backwards, and with a thud, landed
on my back. The rope from my knees, held my hands near my stomach, while I kept
my feet firmly on the ground.
Seeing this as
some sort if an invitation, Tiger leapt onto my stomach and started licking my
face. His tongue all over me made me feel disgusting. I had seen him licking my
boyfriend and other people in the building, and they all claimed that it was
completely safe, since he was vaccinated periodically. But I still found it
disgusting. My bf stood over me, and sprinkled some milk from a tetra pack all
over my body. It felt wet and sticky and made tiger lick me all over again.
But, what the fuck, where did the dog and the milk and all that come from? Had
he already left them on the stairs before he came to fetch me? That’s what it
seemed. Bloody, twisted psycho!!!
He was
literally over my body, pushing on my stomach and breasts with his paws. At one
moment, his rear leg was right above my vagina and I had to literally push him
away. He got angry and started barking like crazy. Really, dogs were like men.
Bloody egoistic morons.
All of it was
summarized in just one statement, when my boyfriend laughed out loud and said
“My Bitch molested by my neighbor’s dog. Awwwww! We must call up his owner. Shouldn’t we?”
While Tiger
continued barking, he dialed up a number on his cell
phone and said, “Please come up to the terrace.”
He stroked Tiger’s
back and calmed him down too, then pulled at the chain again and put me back in
the bitch-mode. As soon as I tried to move a little, he would spank me hard.
He took out his
phone again, said ”Shhh. Discpline
Bitch!”, and clicked my picture.
Tears fell from
my eyes, thinking of the state I was in. What had I done to deserve being
treated like this? How could any BF in the world ever think of making his GF
crawl like a dog? It seemed rather impossible! Just then I heard the lift doors
opening and someone walked into the terrace. Holy Crap!!!
It was the same
women from yesterday night. And then it struck me. She was Zoya Sheikh, his neighbor. I had seen her pics on Facebook. Obviously, it
was difficult to recall all that yesterday night, but seeing her face brought
all of it back in a micro-second. But wasn’t she married? From what my BF had
told me her husband was some big shot who travelled throughout the year.
They hugged
each other and then walked towards me. She smiled me first, and then kicked my
butt with her sandals, making me fall again. They both laughed, and walked off
to the terrace’s edge, with Tiger at their heels. She stood there watching the
sun rise - her arm around his waist, and he kept his hand on around her
shoulder. They seemed like a perfect couple, laughing and joking having the
best morning of their lives- the strong handsome guy, the hot and sexy woman,
and their loyal dog – a perfect family. And lying in one corner, there I was,
tied, gagged, abandoned, abused and broken - their bitch.
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