I woke up trying to clear the cobwebs from my head at the same time taking in my surroundings. The last thing I remember was having coffee with a very attractive, very nice man I met in the food market, in the food markets coffee shop. I remember starting to feel woozy in the coffee shop and now I was in somebody’s bedroom. I had no idea whose bedroom it was and as my head got clearer, I noticed there weren’t any windows in this room. Odd I thought, then saw two doors at the far end of the room, I also noticed it was furnished very nicely with Italian style furniture, my favorite. I got up, tried opening both doors and they were both locked, so I knocked as hard as I could for a couple of minutes without an answer. I started to check out what was in the furniture drawers and saw a small sign on the wall under what looked like a button type light switch. It said, “If you need assistance, please push the button” so I pushed the button and I heard the door lock being turned and in stepped the man I was having coffee with. I said, “Thank god it’s you, where am I and how did I get here, where ever here is?” He asked if I was feeling better and waited for an answer, so I told him I was fine and was he going to answer my questions? He said, “Well, you are in my house and I brought you here after you passed out” and I said, “I passed out, why didn’t you take me to a hospital?” He said there was no need to take me to a hospital because he had drugged me.

I shouted, “You did what?” and he said, “You wouldn’t have come here on your own, so I drugged you”, I replied, “Are you crazy or something, there are laws against this kind of thing, it’s called kidnapping and now that you had your little fantasy, take me home”. He told me he was sorry but he couldn’t do that, as I was now his prisoner but he would do every thing in his power to make my stay with him as comfortable as possible”. I looked at him in disbelief, said, “You are crazy, fucking crazy and they will find me and you will go to jail”. He smiled, said, “I don’t know who they are but I’m the only person on earth who knows you are here and here is in a soundproof room on what used to be a farm that nobody comes near”. I told him somebody will find me and he said, “We all live in hope, now for the rules, we live in a capitalist society where the barter system runs the society so we are going to do that here”. I said, “What the hell are you talking about” and he said, “It’s simple you want to eat, you have to work for the food or trade something for the food and since there aren’t any jobs available, you will have to barter for it”. I said, “You are crazy, I don’t have anything to barter with” and he replied, “You will be very surprised with what you have to barter with, now, are you hungry or can I get you anything?” I said, “For starters, I need to go to the bathroom’ and he said, “Okay, this one time I will let you use the bathroom as a goodwill gesture but here after you will have to barter for the privilege”. He unlocked the bathroom door and when I entered it I was very impressed with it, as mad as I was, because I would have thought I decorated it if I didn’t know better.

I finished in the bathroom, realized I was pretty hungry and figured I would eat before I tried to escape, so I told the crazy man I was hungry. He said, “What do you want to trade for the food?” and I said, “I told you I don’t have anything to trade, don’t you hear well?” He said, “I’ll trade you food for your blouse” and I replied, “I know you are God damn crazy now if you think I’m going to give you my blouse” and the thought hit me, did he rape me, so I asked him if in fact he did rape me. He got a very hurt look on his face, asked if I felt like I had been raped and answered him that no, I didn’t feel like I got raped. He said, “I will never touch you unless you ask me to or if you got sick and needed my help I might have to touch you but other then that, I will never lay a hand on you”. I said to myself, “Whew, at least I don’t have to worry about him raping me I guess” and then asked him about the food again. He said, “Your blouse” and I said, “I thought you said you wouldn’t touch me” and he came back with, “I won’t touch you, you will have to hand me the blouse” and I said, “You my man, are fucking nuts”. He shrugged his shoulders, walked out the door and locked it again. I started investigating the door to see how I could open it, found there were no visible hinges or door knobs and the whole door opening was framed so that when it’s closed you can’t see the opening between the door and the doorjamb. The bathroom door was the same way and I discovered all the furniture drawers were sealed shut. I said to myself, this wacko might be stone crazy but he is very through. After wearing myself out with all kinds of crazy thoughts I went to sleep.

I woke up, found a bottle of water on the nightstand, drank the whole thing and realized I was hungry enough to eat the proverbial horse, so I rang the bell so to speak. The wacko opened the door, came in, asked me what he could do for me and I went off on him, calling him every name I could think and even made up a few. His expression never changed during the whole tirade and when it was over, he said very matter of fact, “Is that it madam” which set me off again. This time when I came up for air, he turned to go out the door, I quickly said, “Not so fast buster, I want breakfast, now” and he held his hand out. I looked at him like he lost it, he said, “Blouse” and I said, “Fuck you” so he walked out the door. I sat down on the bed, had no idea what time it was, or for that matter even what day it was, my stomach was growling so loud I was kind of surprised somebody didn’t hear it and I started to cry. I cried myself to sleep, woke to find another bottle of water and thought, at least the bastard isn’t trying to make me jump through hoops for the water. The human body can go quite a while without food but water is a different matter, only a few days before you died from lack of water. I drank about half the bottle, my stomach was still making all kinds of noise and I now had to pee, so I rang the damn bell.

He came in, asked how he could help me, I told him I had to go to potty and he said one word, “Trade?” and I told him I’m not giving him my blouse. He said, “I don’t want your blouse for use of the bathroom but if you can’t think of anything to trade, you can touch me” I started to ask him touch him where, when the light bulb went off and I said, “If you think I’m grabbing your crotch, you’re even fucking crazier then I thought”. He told me that was his offer, I told him to go fuck himself and he walked out. It didn’t take long before it started to hurt from not peeing and I thought, I’ll fix this bastard and peed in the corner. After awhile the smell told me I made a mistake so I rang the damn bell again and he appeared. I told him I peed in the corner, he said he knew and what he said didn’t hit me right away, so I asked him if he was going to clean it up. He actually laughed, said, “If you want it cleaned up, clean it up” and I told him I needed cleaning stuff. He said one word, “Trade” and I replied, “Fuck off”, he walked out. I was already so sick to death of that word trade, I was ready to puke but then I thought it was probably the smell of urine plus I hadn’t taken a bath since who knew when. I was now really despondent, dirty clothes; hungry, rotten smell and I had to fight to keep from puking my guts up. I went back to crying and cried myself to sleep again.

I woke to find a fresh bottle of water and I thought, fuck him; if I don’t drink I don’t have to go to the bathroom. My stomach now hurt from lack of food along with everything else, I felt like a caged animal and rang the damn bell. He came in and I attacked him, jumping on him, hitting and scratching like a little wild cat. I couldn’t believe how strong he was, he grabbed my wrists, pushed my arms up over my head and lifted me off the ground almost pulling my arms out of their sockets. I stopped fighting my body sagged in his grip and I started crying again. He put me down, said, “You made me touch you” and walked out. I went down on the floor still sobbing and had to go to the bathroom again. I thought about it real hard, figured if I went on the floor again the smell would probably kill me, so I wondered what he wanted me to do and rang the damn bell. He came in watching me like a hawk, I asked him what he wanted me to trade to go to the fucking bathroom and he said, “Hold my cock in your hand” I said, “That’s it, just hold your cock”. He shook his head yes, I told him to take it out, he shook his head no, I said, “What the hell” took it out and held it in my right hand. For some reason I couldn’t begin to fathom I found this very erotic, so I asked him what he wanted to trade for clean up stuff, and he told me same thing. I thought, okay this isn’t too bad; I can live with it so I told him to get the cleaning stuff. Then it hit me about food, so I asked, he said same thing and I told him I’d eat too.

I went to the bathroom while he went to get the cleaning stuff, he came back and said, “Your turn” so I took his cock out, still holding it in my right hand. This time I not only found it erotic, my pussy got wet, I was a little disgusted with myself but held on to his cock for a minute or two. He then said, “Okay, clean your mess up” and asked me what I wanted to eat. I love breakfast, so I told him ham and eggs with toast would be fine. I cleaned the mess up, he came with a really marvelous breakfast, or maybe I was just starving and he put it on the end table. This time I knew what I had to do so I started to take his cock out he said, “Trade, blouse”, I said, “Oh fuck it” and gave him the blouse, then he said, “Bon appetite” and walked out. I wolfed the food down, thought it would be nice to take a bath and maybe have some clean clothes so I rang the damn bell. He appeared, asked what he could do for me, I told him and he said the only thing he had in the way of clean clothes was a tee shirt and that he was sorry, but he hadn’t thought to plan for this contingency. I took his cock out, told him no problem, a tee shirt would do fine as long as it was a long one and when I moved my hand to get a better grip, I thought he was going to cum, but he held it for which I was grateful. I took a nice hot bath, washed my undies, dried and put the tee shirt on to find to my delight, it came down to my knees.

I wanted something to read, so I rang the damn bell, he appeared, I told him what I wanted and he went to get it. He came back; I took his cock out without even really thinking about it and while holding it, asked him if he was holding me for ransom or something. He assured me he was not holding me for ransom or something and one day he would explain it, but not now. I asked him if he planned on killing me at some point, he looked shocked and said. “Why in Gods name would I want to do something like that to you?” I said, “I don’t know but this whole thing is bizarre if you ask me” and he shrugged his shoulders mumbling, “I guess” He turned to leave, I thanked him for the book, especially since it was a love story, he asked if there was any thing else I needed, and I said, “Freedom”. He walked out telling me to sleep well so I retired to the bed to read when it hit me. He said he knew I had peed in the corner, which meant I was on TV, so I started looking for a camera. I searched high and low, couldn’t find one and thought maybe I heard him wrong. Now that I was clean, fed and watered and couldn’t find a trace of a camera I took of the tee because in my real life I always slept nude. I sprawled out on top of the covers, read too I started to fall asleep, got under the covers and went off to dreamland.

I woke up to find a fresh water bottle along with a brand new bra and under pants and my skirt freshly laundered and ironed. I took the tee off, put the bra and panties on, was putting the tee back on when over a loud speaker he said, “No tee shirt please, it has to laundered “. I said out loud, “You son of a bitch, you do have a camera and you watched me lay naked on the bed, you fucking pervert” but I took the tee off and put the skirt on, leaving me shirtless. He said, “Sorry, war is hell” and I said, “Fuck you and your war, Goddamn pervert”. I said, “I’m hungry pervert” and he said, “Trade?” and I said I’ll hold your Goddamn dick for you”. There was a pause, then he said, “No, trade clothes” and I said, “Kiss my ass, you aren’t getting my skirt pervert” It was quiet after that so I went back to reading my book and after awhile I had to pee so I rang the damn bell. He appeared, I took his cock out, this time holding it in my left hand and he said, “Oh, a switch hitter” and I couldn’t help but laugh. I went potty, he locked the bathroom door and left. I went back to reading, my stomach was growling as loud as ever and I thought, what the hell he has already seen me butt naked, what’s the big deal if he sees me in my underpants and I rang the damn bell. I held up my skirt he came over the speaker asking me what I would like and I said, “Pork chops, green beans and applesauce with lemonade”, he said “Dessert”, I told him no dessert, thank you. A little while later he comes in with a covered tray, set it down on the end table, picked up my skirt and was gone.

I was really amazed, he not only got it right, it was a very tasty meal, better then I can make so I put it on the bed and ate it. I normally only eat two meals a day, so I was now good to go for the rest of the day or night or whatever the hell it was. I finished the book, stared at the ceiling for a while, then rang the damn bell and held the book up. The door opened, I took his dick out, held it in both hands, he smiled from ear to ear and I asked him if he was ever going to let me go. He told me it all depended on me, I asked him what do you mean and he said, “It’s all about if you are a good girl or not” and I asked him what the hell I had to do to be a good girl in his eyes. He told me he was sure I would figure it out eventually and I said eventually shit, I want to know now. He shrugged and was gone. I was lying on the bed reading when I had to go take a crap so I rang the damn bell. He came in, I told him what I had to do because I needed toilet paper and he told me he had to inform me that because of rising costs, the price just went up. I said, “Wonderful, what do you want now?” He told me that since I do such a good job of holding his prick, it now aches a lot and needs relief so I would have to masturbate him. I started to protest, and then thought, I’ve been holding his cock for him, what the hell would be the big deal if I jerked him off, nobody will ever know. I led him into the bathroom by his cock because everything was tile in there, sat on the toilet and proceeded to give him a hand job.

He was moaning and groaning, saying, “Oh baby, that’s so nice”, his cock swelled and before I could change its direction, shot it’s hot load all over my chest and stomach. It kind of felt nice, but I was mortified, nothing like that ever happened to me before. Tears were running down my face, he looked at me and said, “You’ll get used to it” and left. I sat there for a minute, it suddenly dawned on me, my pussy was soaking wet, mortifying me even more. Then I thought, “That son of a bitch, it wasn’t bad enough he came on me, he also came all over my bra, what the hell was I supposed to do now, sit out there topless?” I went to the toilet, said, screw him, filled the tub, took a bath and washed my bra out. When I was drying myself I realized the towels had a rope sewn into them and were attached to the wall. I pulled on one of the towels but it wouldn’t budge and I guessed I wasn’t strong enough. It then hit me I was standing here naked, but then when I was trying to pull the towel off the wall, he never said anything so he must not have a camera in the bathroom. I was relieved to say the least, but it still left with nothing but underpants until my bra dried. I went into the bedroom with my arms crossed over my tits, managed to pull the cover back that way and crawled into bed while pulling the covers up to my chin. I fell off to sleep after a while, just glad at this point he wasn’t real mean to me and beating me or raping me.

We carried on like that for about two weeks or so but now when I jerked him off, I used a towel to catch all of his cum. I didn’t think anything about it until after this had ended and then I thought, this guy abducted me, held me prisoner and here I was jerking him off at least two times a day or more depending on what I wanted or how many times I had to go to the bathroom, just amazing what he did to my mind. This time when I woke up for my breakfast, there was a note saying, He was sorry but inflation forced him to raise his price for food and just the one word, Bra. I still didn’t know where the camera was but I looked up at he ceiling and said, “Fuck you, pervert” and there wasn’t a reply but no food came either. This was the third day I had been without food, I was still giving him hand jobs but now I didn’t talk to him or answer any questions he had. I woke up the forth morning, my belly as sore as hell, got up very shakily, rang the damn bell and held my bra up. I collapsed onto the bed, the bra fell on the floor and I heard the door open. He put both pillows behind me, sat me up and fed me the ham, eggs and potatoes he had made. I was having a little problem eating so he made me take my time and got most of it in me. It didn’t take long before it came back up; he put a cold washcloth on my forehead and cleaned the mess up. His brainwashing technique was really starting to work on me. I was lying in bed, sick because of him but silently thanking him for cleaning my mess up and taking care of me.

He sat and talked with me for a few hours, while also giving me something for my stomach and refreshing the wet cloth. After a few hours of this, he brought me chicken noodle soup and fed it to me. Thankfully it stayed down and we talked about a whole lot of things, until I got too tired to stay awake. I woke up to find him sitting there watching me and when I opened my eyes he asked me if I was hungry. I was feeling a lot better, told him I was hungry and could go for my favorite, pork chops, green beans and apple sauce. He was up and out of there like he was shot out of a cannon. It was then I realized the whole time we were together my tits were hanging out. I thought because I was sick he never made a move on me but I discovered I was wrong because in his plan he had a better way to get to my tits. Now I was really grateful to him, not only did he take good care of me but also he never even tried to molest me. The thought didn’t occur to me that he was the reason I was nude from the waist up and sick. I was now so brainwashed that when I went to the bathroom I told him to go with me so I could make him happy. This time I jerked him off into my tits because it made him happy and that’s how it was for a while. He made me wonderful dinners and breakfasts, brought me perfume, an electric razor, put in a TV and new panties so that in my warped brain, life was now pretty good.

All that time he would keep telling very subtle, that I would look really good totally naked so the morning the note was there telling me inflation struck again, I put all my panties on the floor by the door. When he came in I actually asked him if he liked what he saw and when he told me I was beautiful and I lit up like a lighthouse. By now he had brought a table and two chairs in so we could eat together and at the dinner meal I told him since I was nude and I had to take care of him, he should be nude too. Now I can’t believe I was that forward but then I figure, he brainwashed me in too saying it. He told me I was right, stood up, took his clothes off and my pussy got soaked. When all this happened I had just turned twenty-one, only ever had two boyfriends and had only had a cock in me two times and one of those times I was drunk. So I played with him when just his cock stuck out of his pants and it made me wet but seeing my first totally nude man made my pussy gush. I was squirming in my seat when he asked me what was wrong and by now I would tell him the truth all the time, brain washing obviously, so I told him what was happening to my pussy. He said it is a very normal thing but if I let it go on without relief to long it would start to cause me pain. Now, like I said, I was very inexperienced in the ways of love making and I was now at the point I depended on this man for my very existence and kind of idolized him too for taking such good care of me when I was sick. Shows how screwed up my brain was by now.

I said, “Really”, he said, “Really” and I asked him if he could help me and he told me he would do anything to keep me from having any kind of pain. Now when I think about it, it just amazes me I was so brainwashed, that I was asking him to take care of my pussy for me. Back then I was elated that he would help me and when he said, “When we finished eating he would take care of my problem” I was in heaven. I mean think about it and the job he did on my head, when he first imprisoned me, the thought of him touching me scared me and almost made me sick. Now here I was, walking around totally nude in front of him, jerking him off whenever he wanted and now practically begging him to fuck me. He did all this without ever laying a hand on me or threatening me in any way and for the most part being extremely nice to me. I realize now that the day I handed over my panties without a fight I hadn’t thought about being rescued for a couple of weeks and basically had given myself to him. We got into bed, he asked me if I minded if he kissed me and like I said I had already given myself to him for all intent and purposes, so I told him I would like for him to kiss me. He kissed me and my pussy exploded, it was the first time I had been kissed by a man with a wet open mouth and my whole body was now on fire. He took hold of one of my tits while he was still kissing me, squeezed it and I came, moaning into his mouth, wanting more. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, I started sucking on it and he was playing with both my nipples going back and forth between my tits. My pussy was as hot as the fires in hell, my brain was reeling and I could feel his hard cock pressing into my leg and all my head knew now was that I wanted him inside me. I was mumbling into his mouth, “Fuck me, please, fuck me” but he worked his mouth down to my tits and I wouldn’t have known if somebody came and sat on the bed next to me he made me so hot.

If my cunt had been a volcano, red-hot lava would have been pouring out of it but as it was it was, just my pussy juice was coming out. I hadn’t even cum and I could feel the hot pussy juice on my asshole and it felt wonderful. He put his hand between my legs, ran his finger up my pussy until he hit my clit, rubbed that for two seconds, my ass came up off the bed and my pussy squirted my girl cum at least two feet into the air, My whole ass was covered with my cum and I was screaming his name, over and over. Then he moved so that he was between my legs with his face at my pussy. He started licking my cunt, my ass came off the bed to meet his tongue, I was trying to wrap my legs around his head and I was screaming at the top of my lungs I think. My ass was moving all over the bed, he stuck his tongue in my cunt hole and I almost drowned him in my cum. I was panting like an over heated dog as I was trying to push my pussy down his throat, he was sucking and licking my pussy like a mad man and his tongue, still working out on my pussy, made me cum again. I was lying there like a bitch in heat and he got between my legs, saying, “Here comes the best part baby” and I said, “There’s more?” He pushed his cock into my cunt in one motion and drove it in me so that his balls were slapping my ass. By the time he hit pussy bottom, I came again as it felt like a lightening rod had been let loose in my pussy. He took hold of my ankles, pushed my legs up so they were on my shoulders and said, “I’m going to ride your pussy to fuck heaven now baby” and started fucking me like a piston gone mad.

I could feel every bit of his cock rubbing against my pussy walls and it was driving me insane with lust. There wasn’t a thing in this world I cared about right then, except his hot cock fucking my pussy and my little cunt had never felt like it felt then, ever. He was riding me like I was a brood mare, telling me I was his fuck bitch and my pussy went molten, erupting and spewing hot fuck juice everywhere. He hollered, “Christ that’s fucking hot and his cock went off in my pussy sending shock waves through me as his red-hot cum splashed off my cunt walls. I had drool running out of my mouth, I was panting like a little fuck bitch in heat and I had wrapped both my arms and legs around him. We lay like that, holding each other for about five minutes, and then he kissed me again, making my poor little pussy twitch and asked me if I had enjoyed that. I opened my mouth and out came, “ Are you fucking crazy, that was the magic moment of my life, I never felt anything so fucking good like that in my entire life, I can’t even begin to tell you how good you made me feel, can we do that again?” He kissed me again, said, “We can do that all the time now but you have to give me a few minutes to build up my cum reserve again”. I said, “Not to long I hope baby, my pussy is really hungry for your cock”. Later on he told me how to suck his cock for him too and right now I’m a confirmed cocksucker, as I just love having his hot cock in my mouth.

He kept me there for three more months as I later found out but I wouldn’t have taken off even if he left the door open which I later found out he did. We fucked like the proverbial minks every day; I just couldn’t get enough of his cock in me. I made him fuck me in the ass and I love feeling his hot cock in my ass shooting his cum all over the inside of my ass and I make him fuck my mouth like it’s a pussy and I salivate at the thought of him shooting in my mouth. He turned me into a real cock hound and now all I want to do is suck and fuck. I haven’t had clothes on in months or have I shaved my pussy since this thing began and I only shave under my arms because he doesn’t like hair there. My pussy is always so hot he can make me cum by rubbing his cock on my face and he bought me a strap-on so I could walk around with it in my pussy until I can make him hard again. He calls me his little fuck machine and I sleep with his cock in my mouth. One day I asked him why he picked me and he told that the first time he saw me he got hard just looking at me and he didn’t like the dating scene or was he sure I would go out with him so he hatched this plan. I am really glad he picked me but I have to tell you he totally brain washed me even to this day. I guess you are all wondering what happened, well I woke up one day, realized I didn’t have a period for at least two months. When I told him, he got real sad and said he guessed he would be going to jail now and I told him I knew he was fucking crazy. I said to him, “You brought me here, turned me into a cock crazy whore, knocked me the fuck up and you think I’m going to let you wimp out and go to jail instead of marrying me, you better think again mister”.

So we got married, we still fuck like a couple of minks and I’m pregnant again and I love this man more then life it self, but then again he brain washed the shit out of me. He told me he had three lipstick cameras in the bedroom and four in the bathroom, one set in the wall across from the toilet so he could watch me pee; I told you he is a pervert. I asked what he would have done if I wouldn’t have married him and you are going to love his answer, he said he would have installed a camera in my cunt then so he could always watch me no matter where I was, I told you, my honey is a perverted fuck and I love him for it.