The basement was damp and musty. The air was heavy with the smell of mold and decay, a smell that seemed to permeate the walls, a smell that would be with her for hours. I slowly made my way down the creaky wooden steps. It was dark, and at first I could only see her shadowed silhouette in the far corner of the room. Then, as my eyes adjusted, the details came into view. I could make out her long, dark hair, and her slim, shapely body. She was sitting, but her legs were spread wide, her arms were tied behind her, her head was hanging. Her breasts were still exposed, and she had not been allowed to wipe her own cum from her face.

  She was still there, where I left her. She hadn't moved.

  As I walked toward her, the light shining on her body from above, the blood stains and dirt more visible now, I was struck by just how beautiful she was. I stopped, just watching her, the rise and fall of her chest. She was alive, and I wanted to keep it that way. I had always had a hard time keeping pets, and this one would be no different.

  "Good morning, Hellen."

  I knelt beside her, and reached out, touching her breast, stroking her nipple, the dried cum flaking off her face.

  "It's time to get up, princess."

  She slowly raised her head, and stared at me through swollen eyes. There were streaks down her cheeks, tears, blood, and cum.

  "What's my name?"

  She opened her mouth, her throat sore, and her voice hoarse. "D-daddy..."

  "That's right. Daddy. What does Daddy want, Hellen?"

  "T-to use me... however he wants."

  "Very good. Daddy knows what's best for you, doesn't he?"

  She nodded, and then let her head drop again.

  I reached under her, and undid the clasp on her bra, slipping it off of her, and dropping it to the floor. Then I reached down, and unclasped her black mini skirt, sliding it down her legs, and tossing it aside. She was left in her fishnets, her dark panties, and her restraints. I ran my hand over her soft, creamy thighs, feeling the thin material of her fishnets, the slight texture against her smooth skin. I ran my hand up, cupping her pussy through her panties, feeling the heat of her, the moisture that was pooling inside.

  "Does Daddy need to clean this little whore?"

  She nodded, her hair hanging in her face, the tears still coming.

  I hooked a finger into the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down, exposing her wet, hairless pussy, her lips engorged, and ready. I haven't washed her since the night before. The dried cum on her thighs, the piss stains on her panties, the smell of sex and sweat that emanated from her body. I grabbed her by the throat, and pushed her back against the wall, pressing her firmly against it, I pushed my face into her, and began to lick her clean.

  I pressed my lips to her, kissing her deeply, tasting her, sucking the cum from her face, licking her lips, her chin, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach. I moved down, pushing my face into her pussy, burying my tongue in her hole, drinking her, sucking her. I felt her hips buck, her legs trembling, as she came on my tongue, her fluids filling my mouth. I swallowed her juices, and stood, towering over her, her face wet with her own cum.

  "You're so fucking delicious, Hellen. I could eat you for breakfast every morning."

  She was shaking, the taste of her own juices still fresh on her lips, her thighs wet with her cum.

  "What a dirty, filthy little slut. I bet you're hungry."

  She nodded again.

  "You'd better be, because I have a big breakfast planned for you."

  I unbuckled my pants, letting them drop, stepping out of them, and kicking them aside. I grabbed her by the throat again, and pushed her back, forcing her to her knees. She fell onto her back, and looked up at me, her eyes wide.

  "First, lets lube you up."

  I knelt down and pushed my fingers into her pussy, scooping out her juices, and smearing them on her lips. Mixed in with her sticky juices, they were thick white dried cum, and I was smearing her face with the mix, rubbing it into her lips, her cheeks, her chin, her eyelids. It was my cum from last night, mixed with hers. The thought of it made my cock twitch.

  "You look fucking gorgeous."

  Her face was streaked with the mixture, her eyelids caked in cum, her lips white with dried cum and juices.

  "Now Hellen, open wide."

  She opened her mouth wide, her tongue hanging out, the white fluid dripping from her lips, down her chin. I leaned forward, and rubbed the tip of my cock on her lips, mixing my cum with hers. I put a hand on the back of her head, and pushed her forward, feeding my cock into her mouth, past her lips, deep into her throat.

  "Suck Daddy's cock, baby girl."

  She looked up at me, her dark, swollen eyes wet with tears, her cum-coated face staring up at me. I pushed her down, burying my cock in her throat, feeling her hot breath on my balls, her tongue sliding along the shaft, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. I fucked her face, thrusting in and out, pushing her down, choking her with my dick.

  "Oh god, yes. Suck it. Suck my cock, you little whore."

  I held her down, feeling her gag on me, her throat tightening around me, squeezing me, her eyes staring up at me, begging me. I pulled out, and stood, her spit and cum dripping down her chin, onto her tits.

  "I'm not finished, you little slut."

  I turned her around, pushing her down, onto her back. I straddled her chest, and slid my cock into her mouth again, pushing her head back into the cold, wet concrete floor. I began to fuck her face, sliding my cock in and out, my balls slapping against her forehead, her nose, her lips, her chin.

  "Suck it. Fucking suck it."

  I fucked her face hard, slamming my cock into her, her head hitting the floor with every thrust. I could feel her struggling under me, but I didn't stop, didn't slow. I wanted her to choke on my cock, to taste my cum, to swallow me, to beg for it.

  "Fucking cumslut. Fucking cumslut. God, your throat feels so fucking good. Swallow my fucking cum."

  I thrust into her throat, holding myself deep inside, my cock twitching, shooting load after load into her, my cum spilling from her lips, down her cheeks, her throat bulging. I held her head, pumping my cock into her mouth, feeling her hot breath on my balls.

  "Swallow it, bitch. Swallow it all. I want to hear you gulp, slut. You fucking like that, don't you?"

  This wasn't no regular blow job. She was my personal cock sleeve, and I used her however I wanted. I didn't stop, didn't pull out until I had emptied my balls into her, filling her mouth, her throat, her belly. I could use her whenever I wanted, and as hard as I wanted. I didn't care about her pleasure, her feelings. I didn't give a shit if she wanted it or not. She was mine, and I would do whatever the fuck I wanted to her.

  "Look at you, slut. Dripping in cum. You're fucking filthy."

  I slapped her across the face, and she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head.

  "Fucking cumslut. Dirty. Sloppy. Cumslut. That's what you are."

  I slapped her again, harder this time, leaving a red mark across her cheek.

  "I'm going to have fun making you clean that up."

  She looked up at me through heavy lidded eyes, her cheeks flushed, her face a mess of cum and spit and tears.

  "You'd better thank me."

  I reached up, and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back, and forcing her to look at me.

  "What are you, slut?"

  She looked up at me, her bruised face twisted in a pained expression, her eyes wet.

  "I'm a dirty... cum-guzzling whore..."

  "That's fucking right, you are. And you'd better remember it." I pinched her nose closed, and slapped her hard across the face, the sound echoing off the walls.

  "Now swallow it."

  I squeezed her throat, cutting off her air, forcing her to swallow the thick, sticky mess that was filling her mouth.

  "Glurg. Glurg. Gulp. Gulp."

  Her throat bulged as she swallowed my cum, the warm, thick fluid coating her insides, filling her belly.

  "Fucking cum-guzzling, cock-sucking whore."

  I released her, and she collapsed onto her back, her chest heaving, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

  "That's better. Now let's finish up this breakfast."

  The rest of that morning went on like that. I choked, beat, slapped, spit, and degraded her. She took it, crying and shaking, her body bruised and battered, covered in blood and filth. When we were done, I brought her upstairs, and bathed her, washing her, cleaning her, gently massaging her before quickly beating her again, slapping her, spitting on her, and fucking her senseless again. By the time the sun was at its highest point in the sky, Hellen was barely conscious. I carried her back to her cellar in the basement, and locked her inside, watching her collapse onto the floor, her breathing shallow, her eyes closed. I smiled, and left her there, naked and helpless.

  As I was walking up the stairs from the basement, my phone buzzed. I had a message. I opened it, and my smile widened. It read:

  "We found her address. Tonight, 7pm. Be there. -A"

  My cock twitched in anticipation. Tonight, I was going to get Hellen some friends in the basement.

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