My Big Book of Sinful Things

Captive

Hey! Trigger warning I guess, this is kinda got "non consensual" sexual acts performed in it, so if that stuff gets to you, don't read. And if you don't care, read on. Oh, also, SMUT. NSFW. DONT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE SEXUAL SCENARIOS OR BAD WRITING

Now that disclaimers are done, on to this terrible story... and sorry for any typos

It was dark. Dark and cold. How long had she been down here now? A week? A month? She didn't know anymore. No sunlight touched her skin, no sunlight even peeked into this room. The only light was a faintly flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling, ever so softly swinging side to side. Her bed was an old blanket on the floor which she kept underneath the stairs. On the wall across from her were handcuffs for when she was being punished. He would come down and lock her up against the wall, whipping her or worse...
What ever happened to him? He used to be so nice, he would never do something like this. The floorboards above her creaked and the door leading to her creaked open. She held her breath and squeezed her eyes shut as he lumbered down the stairs, each step echoing throughout the basement. Tears began to leak from her eyes and her body trembled. She felt his hand run along the side of her face and a small yelp escaped her lips. He chuckled darkly and continued to slowly pet her head.
"Why?" She asked in a barely audible whisper, her voice shaking. There was no reply from him, although it did stop his touches.
She felt the ominous presence fade and let out a sigh of relief as he went back up the stairs. Finally, she let herself go. She sobbed loudly into her knees, praying to all gods she could think of to be free of this hell soon, even though she wasn't a religious person. She just wanted out of here. She didn't know how much longer she could take of this.

She assumed it was late now, the only thing that told her it could be night was the fact that there was no movement above. Taking a breath in she silently crawled up the stairs, using a piece of rusted metal she had found to break through the lock. Each time the metal slid through the tiny crack between door and wall it made a loud scratching sound, so she would occasionally freeze up and make sure he wasn't awake. Again she juggled the metal around, her heart rate increasing with each passing second.
Click. Her breath hitched as the familiar sound rang through her ears. The door was unlocked. She smiled and inwardly squealed in delight. She would finally be able to escape! She turned the knob and slid the door open, for a second all was fine. Until he appeared, tall and menacing, a scowl on his face. Her heart dropped. He kicked her face and she felt down the steps, a few rusty pieces of iron piercing her flesh when she landed with a thud to the ground. He followed and grabbed her by the hair, roughly pulling her up. She screamed out as her hair tore at his tug, but he quickly silenced her by covering her mouth. He knelt down and she gazed fearfully into his bright green eyes. A crooked and twisted smile appeared on his face as he stood once more.
"It's such a shame you waste that pretty mouth of yours with that incessant screaming... so how about I put it to good use?" He removed his hand covering her mouth and unzipped his pants, letting his rancid dick fall free. He shoved it into her face, which she turned away and sealed her lips. He brought his fingers to her nose and pinched, his his face contorted into a maniacal grin.
She tried to hold her breath but eventually gave in to the need for air. At that same moment he rammed his cock into her mouth, going all the way to the back. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as he grabbed the back of her head and began to force her to move back and forth. Muffled screams and moans of pleasure were sounding through the cellar. A canine poked its head downstairs and watched for a short time as he face fucked the poor, helpless female he kept in his cellar.
She was crying now, begging for the man to stop and to let her go, although all he heard were mumbles and sobbing. Each intake of air make his meat quiver with anticipation.
Her body seized up as she felt a hot liquid begin to dribble down her throat, some of the substance seeping out of her mouth.
"Swallow" the man demanded. She knew worse things would come if she didn't obey, so she swallowed, feeling herself gag at the horrendous flavour.
"Good girl" he chuckled, patting her atop her head. And just like that, he was gone. Back upstairs, his heavy footsteps could be heard easily. She fell to her side and sobbed, wondering what she ever did to deserve this.