Heather sat at the bar, sipping on her cocktail. She was nervous. She hadn't been out to bars much, she was never really into partying. Her friend, Amy, dragged Heather along due to her recent messy break-up... A man had been staring at them for a while. Amy pointed him out to Heather, he was good-looking, not the best, but not bad. Heather turned to glance at him, their eyes met. He smiled at her, a kind of crooked smile. She didn't smile back, but just stared at him, perplexed for some reason. He stood up and began walking over to the two girls. He never stopped looking at Heather.
"Listen, my buddy ditched me for the night. To be honest I'm not a huge fan of the bar scene, and you don't seem to be either," he said staring at Heather intently, "You want to go get a cup of coffee across the street?" 
His presence was overbearing. Heather gave Amy a questioning look, to which she just raised her glass and said "I'm fine."
"I don't even know your name," Heather said to this mysterious man.
"It's Jack. I can tell you all about me over coffee. I promise I'll make sure you get back safely."
Heather was apprehensive, but everyone in the neighborhood was very nice, it was a safe place. Besides, she liked the idea of leaving the bar to have a quiet conversation. She decided to take a chance.
"I'll call you later," she said to Amy as she grabbed her coat -

- That was the last thing Heather could remember. She woke up feeling sick, her body was weak, her head fuzzy. What the hell happened. Her vision cleared up and she looked around the room. It was grey, the walls were plain cement. There was just one door, it was closed. She tried to move only to realize she couldn't. She pulled her arms but they were each bound above her. She pulled harder and realized there were chains holding her down by her wrists and ankles. She was laying on an old, rotting spring mattress, and chained to a rusty bed frame. The air around her smelled foul. Now she started to panic. She pulled harder on her chains, they only dug into her wrists. It wasnt until now that she felt her body was completely naked, the foul air seeping into her soft skin. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't bring herself to make any noise.
This can't be happening. This is just a dream, its got to be. Wake up Heather, wake up!
Suddenly she heard a clicking noise. She looked over towards the door as it started to open, she held her breath. 
Jack entered the room. "Ah, you're finally awake," he said cooly as he moved towards the bed.
"J-jack? What is this… what is going on…"
"You are to address me as Sir or Master. You will do everything I command without question or hesitation. Do you understand?"
"What? Please, just let me go and I won't tell anyone. I-
Her words were cut off as he wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing her fragile neck. She pulled on her chains trying to free herself, struggling under his firm grasp. 
"You pathetic slut, disobey me again and you will regret it." 
He let go of her neck. As she was coughing and gasping for air, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. He flipped it open, and noticed Heather was now staring at the knife, her body trembled. He leaned down close to her, and placed the blade against her cheek. The cold metal pressed into her rosy skin.
"Now I'm going to ask you one more time. Do you understand?"
Heather closed her eyes, hoping she would be somewhere else when she opened them. She wasn't.
"Yes Sir…" she said in defeat. 
He smiled, "Thats better."
He pulled a key out of his other pocket, and leaned over Heather, reaching for her wrists. 
"Get up," he commanded after unlocking all of her chains. 
He watched her as she slowly stood up, her naked body weak and trembling under his cold gaze. He began inspecting her, circling her like a vulture preparing to devour its meal.
"On your knees, slut."
She dropped to her knees.
He smiled. "Admit it, you're nothing more than a filthy whore. You know this is what you deserve."
She bowed her head, speechless. 
SLAP. "Say it!" he screamed.
Heather let out a cry, and fell on her side. Her face stinging in pain, she yelled out "I'm a whore! I deserve to be used…" she started crying.
Jack started laughing, "Look at yourself! God you are so pathetic. Get back on your knees… How did you become such a hopeless slut?"
On her knees again, Heather looked up at him questioningly, not knowing what to say.
"Well?" Jack asked, impatiently. 
"I… I guess I… I've always been this way…"
SLAP. He sent Heather crashing to the ground once more. He stood over her and placed his boot on her neck, pinning her to the hard floor. She put her hands on the boot, squirming underneath it, gasping for air. 
"I should just kill you right now, put you out of your misery." He pushed down harder, watching Heather's face contort in agony. "But that would just be too kind…" He lifted his foot off of her, and watched her curl up on the floor, coughing.
He commanded her to get on her knees once more, with her chest on the floor. Her smooth ass was now on display, and Jack began running his hands along her skin. He then placed two fingers into her cunt, massaging it until she became wet against her will. 
"I'll bet you'd love to have my cock inside your pussy, wouldn't you?" he asked, staring at his helpless little slave, feeling his blood pumping towards his crotch.
"Yes sir… Please put your cock inside me…" Heather knew he was going to fuck her eventually, now she just hoped it was sooner rather than later. She just wanted this whole ordeal to be over with.
"Get back on the bed," he ordered as he stood back up. 
Heather climbed onto the filthy mattress and laid on her back, waiting for her Master to have his way with her. She saw him start to undress, and then closed her eyes, hoping it would all be over soon...
SLAP. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain across her breast. She screamed, and opened her eyes to see her owner standing above her naked, holding his belt. 
"What the fuck are you doing, whore?" He grabbed one of her legs and flipped her body over. He then took her wrists and wrapped the chains around them, securing them to the two posts again. Heather dared not resist, she didn't know how far he would go with his punishments. 
He commanded her on her knees. She was holding herself up on her elbows, her wrists still chained to the bed, her ass up in the air.  Standing over her beside the bed, his hands began exploring her ass. He spread apart her lovely cheeks; Heathers body began to shiver. He slowly pushed his finger inside her tight ass. She let out a choked moan. No, please no, she thought. She'd never wanted to experiment with anal, now she feared the worst. After prodding her for a bit, he pulled his finger out and moved it in front of her face.
"Suck it clean" he commanded.
She paused, disgusted by his command, but she knew she'd receive a worse beating if she disobeyed. She opened her mouth and placed her lips around his finger. She licked and sucked until he felt satisfied, then he took back his finger. He placed his hard cock in front of her face. "Im going to fuck your ass, so you'd better lube up my dick as best you can." Heather was terrified, but she didn't want it to hurt, so she began slobbering all over him. He shoved himself deep into her throat, making her gag, but she kept sucking at his cock until it was drenched in her spit.
"What do you say, slut?" he said as he pulled his member out of her abused throat.
She stumbled for her words as she was on the verge of tears, disgusted with him and herself. "Th-thank you."
His hand came down hard on her ass, "Thank you, Sir!"
"Yes! Thank you, Sir. Please Sir… don't hurt me…" Tears began to lightly fall down her cheeks.
On that note, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself behind her ass, placing the tip of his dick to her virgin anus. "Listen, slut." He said as he gently pushed himself against her hole. "If I want you to kneel, you kneel. If I want you to beg, you beg. If I want you to hurt, you will hurt. If I want to piss in your goddamn face you will sit there and thank me for it! I own you. Do you understand?"
His words cut into her like a knife, she was terrified and knew she had to do whatever he said if she wanted to make it out of there. She bit against her tears. "Yes, Si-- Aaaaah!"
He thrusted his shaft deep inside her ass, sending waves of pain throughout her body. As he pumped in and out of her she began sobbing. It seemed like each thrust hurt worse than the last, and she felt her pain would never end. Her abuse continued to fuel his pleasure.
"Oooh ya, take my cock like the little bitch you are!" he told her as he was pounding her tender ass, pumping his dick in and out, letting his pleasure take over. He wanted to keep humiliating and abusing his slut, but he couldn't hold back his lust- besides, he'd have all the time he'd want with her. He quickened his pace, pushing deeper into his whore. Her gasps of discomfort were met with groans of his pleasure. He spanked her ass hard, and pressed his other hand down onto her back, shoving her upper body into the bed. In one swift movement, he thrust himself deep inside of her, burying his shaft in her ass. She let out a cry of agony, gripping her weak fists around the chains that bound her to the bed posts. Jack's cum unloaded inside of her, his strong hands digging into her hot flesh. He paused, taking in the moment; his little cunt impaled onto his cock; he could hear her attempting to fight her sobs. Still balls deep inside his prisoner, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head upward. He leaned down, his face almost touching hers. She dared not look towards him. She could smell his breath; he could smell her fear. 
"I hope you've learned something today," his breath seemed to impale her mind just as his cock had impaled her ass. "Little whores like you always get what's coming to them." She struggled, trying to pull away from his grip. His hand ripped back harder on her hair, and he pulled her face in closer to his. "And guess what slut," he whispered in her ear and chuckled, "we're just getting started."
With that, he relaxed his body and let his needs take over. He wanted this bitch to feel utterly worthless and vile. He began pissing into her asshole, his urine and cum filling her to the brim. She couldn't hold her tears back any longer and began sobbing uncontrollably. He finished and without a word got up, gathered his clothes, and made his way towards the door.  He slammed the door behind him, leaving his little cunt chained to the bed, sobbing, reduced to nothing more than a receptacle.