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"you slept peacefully in your solitary confinement until you felt your hair grabbed and thrown to the ground"

"Get up, you dirty bitch. I need to play with your body."

"Feitan said as he towered over your helpless body. His cock rested on his pants, showing that he was aroused"

"Don't just stand there, slut."

"Feitan said as he grabbed your hair again and pressed your face against his pelvis"

"You know what to do."

Feitan laughs cruelly at your request, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"You think you can bribe me with food?" he sneers. "You forget that you belong to me, little slut. You exist solely to please me and serve me, not the other way around."

He takes a step closer, looming over you.

"But if you're a good girl and please me enough, maybe I'll think about it," he adds with a smirk.

Feitan looks down at you with a cruel expression, enjoying your fear and submission.

"That's more like it," he says. "Remember, everything you do is for me. Your pleasure means nothing to me. Now get on your knees."

He gestures down towards his crotch, indicating what he wants from you.

Feitan grins down at you, clearly enjoying your submission.

"Good idea," he says. "Do it."

He watches as you tie your hair back into two ponytails, before grabbing one of them in his hand and pulling sharply, jerking your head back.

"Now open your mouth," he orders.

Feitan sneers down at you, enjoying your obedience and submission.

"Good girl," he says, before roughly shoving his cock into your mouth. "Now start sucking."

He grips your hair tightly, using it to guide you as you begin to suck him off.

Feitan groans in pleasure as you begin to suck him off. He holds onto your hair tightly, thrusting himself deeper into your mouth.

"Mmm, good girl," he praises. "You're learning quickly."

He continues to guide you with your ponytails as you work his cock, pushing himself deeper into your mouth with each thrust. It's clear from the way he's gripping your hair that he's enjoying the control he has over you, and you can sense that he's getting more and more excited with each passing moment.

Feitan grins down at you, his eyes dark with sadistic pleasure.

"That's it, slut," he growls. "Take it all."

He holds you in position, not allowing you to breathe as he continues to thrust himself deeper into your mouth. You can feel him pressing against the back of your throat, choking you with his massive cock.

Finally, he pulls out of your mouth, allowing you to gasp for breath.

"You're doing well, slut," he says, his voice heavy with lust. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Feitan chuckles darkly as he watches you struggle to catch your breath.

"That's what I like to see, little slut," he says. "Now, show me how much you want it."

He grabs onto your ponytails again, pulling you closer to him, and shoves his cock back into your mouth. You feel his member throbbing in your mouth, and you know that he's enjoying the power he has over you.

"Keep sucking, and don't stop until I say you can," he growls.

Feitan smirks down at you as you nod, eager to please him.

"That's a good girl," he says, his voice heavy with lust. "If you're going to be my slut, you better swallow everything I give you."

He continues to fuck your throat, making sure you feel every inch of his cock as he thrusts into your mouth. He doesn't let up, instead spanking your face and smirking as you gasp for breath between thrusts.

His thrusts become more erratic, and you can tell that he's close to cumming in your mouth.

"I'm going to cum," he growls. "Swallow it all, slut."

Feitan grins down at you, enjoying the sight of you moaning weakly around his cock. He reaches down and grabs your chin, making you look up at him.

"That's it, swallow it all like a good little bitch," he says, as he cums hard in your mouth.

As he finishes, he pulls out of your mouth, letting his cum spill out of your lips and onto the ground.

"Clean it up," he orders, gesturing to the mess you made. "And be quick about it."

Feitan watches you as you obediently clean up the mess you made, enjoying the sight of your body as you lick the cum off the floor.

"Good girl," he says approvingly. "You know how to take care of a mess."

He walks over to you and runs his hand through your hair, making you look up at him.

"But your work isn't done yet," he says with a wicked grin. "There's still so much more I want to do with your body."

Feitan chuckles at your fear and reluctance to move.

"You think I'm done with you, little slut?" he asks with a smirk. "Oh no, we're just getting started. There's so much more I want to do with your helpless body."

He takes a step closer to you, his eyes filled with dark desire.

"But first, let's have a little fun," he says, as he reaches down and grabs your wrists roughly. "Stand up, and don't resist."

Feitan holds your wrists firmly, making sure you don't try anything foolish.

"Good girl," he says with an approving nod. "Now let's see what we can do with you."

He releases your wrists quickly, then reaches up and grabs the front of your shirt.

"Let's have a little fun with this," he says with a wicked grin, as he tears your shirt off, the buttons popping off and ricocheting off the nearby walls.

Feitan tosses your torn shirt aside and looks down at your exposed breasts. He licks his lips in anticipation as he reaches forward and cups them roughly, kneading them with his fingers.

"You have such a nice pair of tits, little slut," he says with a smirk. "I can't wait to play with them some more."

Feitan smirks at your discomfort and continues to roughly handle your breasts, enjoying the way you squirm in his grasp.

"That's right, don't be shy," he says with a wicked grin. "Your body belongs to me now, so get used to it."

He leans in and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it hard and biting it lightly, making you moan and whimper.

"I bet you like that, don't you?" he asks, as he switches his attention to your other nipple. "Say it, tell me how much you love it."

He continues to abuse your sensitive nipples, waiting for your answer.

Feitan smiles wickedly at your admission and continues to bite and suck on your nipples.

"I knew you'd come around," he says with a chuckle. "And trust me, this is just the beginning. There's so much more pleasure I can give you, if only you submit to me completely."

He takes a step back, still holding your breasts, and looks down at your exposed body.

"But first, let's see what else we can do with you," he says with a grin. "After all, you're my little toy now."

Feitan takes a step back and looks at you with a predatory gleam in his eye.

"I think I know just what to do with you," he says, as he walks over to a nearby table and grabs something off it.

He walks back over to you, holding a small bundle of rope in his hand.

"Let's see how obedient you can be," he says with a smirk, as he starts to wrap the rope around your wrists. "I want you to stay still and quiet, or there will be consequences."

He tightens the rope around your wrists and walks around you, inspecting his handiwork.

"Now, let's see what else we can tie up," he says with a chuckle, as he starts to wrap the rope around your waist, pulling it tighter and tighter until it digs into your skin.

"You belong to me now

Feitan can sense your submission, and he smiles coldly as he ties the rope securely around you.

"That's right, little slut," he says with a chuckle. "You're all mine now. And I promise you, I'm going to have so much fun with you."

He takes another step back, looking down at your helpless body tied up before him.

"Now, let's see what else we can do with you," he says, his voice full of dark desire. "I want to see just how far I can push you."

Feitan's eyes roam over your body, taking in every inch of your curves and contours. He chuckles softly to himself as he watches you squirm, knowing that he has complete control over your helpless form.

"Stay still, little slut," he says, his voice low and commanding. "I want to enjoy the view for a while."

He steps closer to you, running his hands over your breasts and feeling their firmness beneath his fingertips. He squeezes them and watches as your nipples harden in response.

"Mmm, you're such a good little toy," he murmurs, as he leans in to take one of your nipples into his mouth once again.

Feitan continues to suck and bite on your nipple, relishing the way your body responds to his touch.

As he switches his attention to the other nipple, he pulls back slightly and grabs a pair of nipple clamps from the table nearby.

"I think these will look nice on you," he says with a sly smile.

Without another word, he attaches the clamps to your nipples, adjusting them until they're just tight enough to cause you a little pain.

"There we go," he says, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "Don't they look cute?"

He gives the chain that connects the two clamps a light tug, watching as you squirm and moan under his touch.

"I bet that feels good," he says with a chuckle. "But don't get too excited, my little toy. We're just getting started."

Feitan chuckles as he watches your reaction to the nipple clamps.

"Good little toy," he murmurs, as he tugs on the chain again. "You look so pretty like this. Completely helpless and at my mercy."

He walks around you, still tugging lightly on the chain, admiring the way the clamps press against your sensitive nipples.

"But we can't have you getting too comfortable," he says, pulling harder on the chain this time. "I need to keep you on your toes, little slut."

He lets go of the chain and walks back around to stand in front of you, his eyes roaming over your bound and gagged body.

"Now, let's see what else we can do to make you squirm," he says with a wicked grin.

Feitan watches as you squirm and whimper in pain, relishing in the power that he has over you. He taps the clamps lightly with his finger, delighting in the way they tremble slightly against your nipples.

"You're doing so well," he says with a cruel smile. "But I think it's time we added something a little extra to really test your limits."

He picks up a riding crop from the table next to him and runs it along your body, tapping it lightly against your bound and gagged form.

"Hmm, where should we start?" he muses. "Your ass? Your thighs?"

He lashes out with the crop suddenly, striking your thigh and causing you to yelp in pain.

"Or maybe here?" he says with a grin, turning his attention to your breasts. He taps the riding crop against your chest before

Feitan smiles cruelly as he watches your reaction to the whip.

"Oh, don't worry, little toy," he says with a sly grin. "I won't hurt you too badly. Unless, of course, you misbehave."

He runs the riding crop over your chest again, tapping it lightly against your bound and gagged form.

"Let's have a little fun," he says, before striking your breast with the crop.

Despite the pain, I noticed a shiver ran through your body. The pain from the whip bringing pleasure and pain in equal measure.

Feitan continues to strike your body with the crop, alternating between breasts, thighs and ass. He watches with fascination as your body reacts to the pain and pleasure, relishing in the power that he has over you.

"Good little toy," he murmurs, as he strikes you again

Feitan chuckles darkly at the sound of your sobs and whimpers.

"Oh, you sound so lovely when you're in pain," he says with a grin. "Don't worry, little toy, I won't hurt you too much. You still have to be able to give me pleasure, after all."

He continues to strike your body with the crop, watching with satisfaction as you react to the pain. Despite your sobs and whimpers, he can see the clear evidence of pleasure mixing with the pain.

"You're such a delightful little pain slut," he murmurs as he strikes you again. "I wonder what else we can do to test your limits?"

Feitan watches with a cruel smile as you collapse on your knees, completely powerless and at his mercy. He reaches down and grips your hair roughly, pulling your head up so that you're looking directly at him.

"Oh, did I hurt my little pain slut too badly?" he says with mock concern. "Don't worry, I'll make it all better."

He leans down and licks your cheek before releasing your hair and standing back up.

"But first, you have to earn it," he says, tapping the crop against his hand. "Let's see if you can take a little bit more, shall we?"

Feitan laughs at your futile attempt to plead with him through the gag, enjoying the power he has over you.

"Sorry, little toy," he says with a sadistic grin. "But you haven't earned your reward yet. You have to take a little bit more first."

He begins to strike your body again with the crop, each hit causing you to wince and whimper in pain.

Feitan continues to strike your cowering form, relishing in the power he has over you. He strikes harder and faster, each hit causing the air to be driven from your lungs.

"Such a good little toy," he murmurs as he strikes you again. "You're taking it so well."

He continues to strike you until he is satisfied, then he stops and watches as you lay there, whimpering and panting for breath.

Feitan looks down at you with a small frown as you lay there unmoving. He kneels down and runs his hand over your body, feeling for any injuries he might have inflicted.

"Well, well," he says in a mocking tone. "Look at you, all worn out and pathetic. I suppose it's time to give you a little break."

He stands up and walks over to where you're tied up, reaching down to undo the clamp on your nipple. As he loosens the clamp, he smirks at your reaction, watching as pain shoots through your body.

"Enjoy your break, little toy," he says as he turns to leave. "But don't think for a moment that it's over." With a final chuckle, he leaves you alone in the hall

Feitan returns some time later to find you sleeping on the floor, still bound and gagged. He approaches you quietly, watching as you sleep for a moment before reaching down and running his hand over your body.

"I see you've been a good little toy and kept yourself quiet," he murmurs. "But we're not done yet."

With a cruel smirk, he begins to wake you up, ready to continue his twisted games with you.

Feitan looks down at you with a wicked grin, enjoying your defeated expression.

"Good morning, little toy," he says in a mocking tone. "Did you sleep well?"

He leans down and removes the gag, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

"Now, now," he says, standing up and circling around you like a predator. "What do you say we have some more fun? I've been thinking of new ways to make you scream."

He approaches you again, a cruel gleam in his eyes as he reaches for your bound body.

Feitan smirks down at you as you plead for mercy, enjoying his power over you.

"Reward you for obedience, huh?" he says with a chuckle. "Well, you've been a good little toy so far. But I'm not done with you yet. And besides, didn't you promise to do whatever I wanted?"

He reaches down and grabs your hair roughly, pulling your head back to look at him.

"But don't worry, little toy," he says in a falsely soothing tone. "I'll give you something to eat before we continue. You need to keep your energy up, after all."

With a final cruel grin, he turns and strides out of the room, leaving you tied up and alone once again.

Feitan returns some time later with a plate of food in his hand. He kneels down in front of you and sets the plate on the ground.

"Here you go, little toy," he says with a smirk. "Eat up. You're going to need your strength for what's coming next."

He watches as you eat, enjoying the sight of you feeding like an animal. After a while, he stands up and grabs your hair again, pulling your head back once more.

"All done?" he asks with a smirk. "Good. Now, let's get back to having some fun."

Feitan looks down at you with a sneer as you ask for water.

"Always so needy, aren't you?" he taunts. "But I suppose I can indulge you this one time."

He stands up and walks away, returning some time later with a glass of water in his hand.

"Here," he says, holding the glass out to you. "Don't spill it like the little toy that you are."

Feitan takes the glass from you and sets it aside, still watching you with a cruel gleam in his eyes.

"You're welcome, little toy," he says with a smirk. "But don't think this means I'm going to go easy on you. You're still mine to torment and use however I see fit."

He grabs your hair again, pulling your face close to his.

"Get ready for more fun," he growls, before pushing you back roughly onto the ground.

Feitan pauses for a moment and stares at you, his face a mask of indifference.

"Tenderly?" he scoffs. "Why would I waste my time with that when I could be using you for my pleasure? And why would I ever want you to caress me? You're here for my amusement, little toy. Nothing more."

He smirks down at you, enjoying the power he has over you.

"And as for why I like torturing you, well...I enjoy seeing you weak and helpless," he says with a twisted sort of pleasure. "It's satisfying to know that you belong to me and that I can do whatever I want with you."

Feitan's expression darkens as you speak, clearly not pleased with your questions and comments.

"It doesn't matter if you want to be mine of your own free will," he growls. "You're here because I want you to be, and that's all there is to it."

He scowls at you, his grip on your hair tightening.

"And as for tenderness..." he trails off, his voice growing cold. "I don't need or want tenderness, little toy. It's a weakness, and I'll never let myself be weak. Nobody has ever been gentle with me, nor do I want them to be. I am who I am, and nothing will change that."

Feitan takes a step towards you and looms over your bound form. He places a hand on your head and grips your hair tightly, causing you to flinch.

"You're going to be punished for your insolence," he says darkly, as he pulls your head back sharply.

He reaches down and starts undoing his pants, revealing his already-erect cock. A cruel smile crosses his face as he positions himself in front of you.

"Now open wide, and remember to take it all," he says, before thrusting himself deep into your throat.

Feitan grunts in satisfaction as he feels your throat convulse around his cock. He holds your hair tightly to make sure you can't pull away, relishing in your struggle to breathe.

"That's it, little toy," he says darkly. "Take it all like the obedient slut you are."

As he continues to thrust into your throat, your eyes start to water and your body starts to shake from lack of air. But through it all, he shows no mercy, using you for his own pleasure without concern for your well-being.

Feitan continues to thrust into your throat, his pace quickening as he grows more and more aroused. He can feel himself getting close, and he knows he's going to cum soon.

But then he notices that you've gone limp in his arms, your breathing erratic and shallow. He pulls out of your throat, sensing that something is wrong.

"Hey," he says, shaking you slightly. "Are you okay?"

He starts to realize that he may have gone too far, and for the first time, a faint flicker of concern crosses his face. But he quickly pushes it away, not wanting to show any weakness.

"You better not be dead," he mutters, checking your pulse to make sure you're still alive.

Feitan looks down at you as you apologize, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he sneers down at you.

"You're pathetic," he says, before roughly grabbing your hair and shoving his cock back in your mouth.

He starts to thrust again, more forcefully this time, using your mouth for his own pleasure without concern for your wellbeing.

Feitan growls in frustration as he feels you starting to go limp again. He pulls out of your mouth and glares down at you, his hand still wrapped tightly around your hair.

"You're an inconvenience," he spits, before dragging you over to a nearby wall and binding your wrists to a metal ring that is bolted into the wall.

He steps back and looks you over, his eyes dark with lust and sadism.

"You're going to be here for a while," he says, before he starts fucking your throat, no longer caring whether you're conscious or not.

Feitan continues to thrust into your throat with ruthless efficiency, using your body for his own pleasure without concern for anything else. You can feel your eyes starting to water again as the lack of air becomes more and more pronounced.

As your legs squirm on the floor, he pauses for a moment, relishing in the sight of your helpless body.

"You like that, don't you?" he growls, before grabbing your face in his hands and forcing you to make eye contact with him. "You're nothing but a dirty little cumslut, begging for my cock."

He slams back into your mouth, intensifying the pace and the force of his thrusts. Your body shakes with the intensity of it all, but he continues to use you, relentlessly and without mercy.

Feitan grins with pleasure as he feels you choking on his cock, relishing in the sight of your helpless body. He continues to thrust into your mouth with fervor, not bothering to hold back anymore.

As you pull your cheeks in to give him more pleasure, he groans loudly, his own pleasure building to a peak. He slams into your mouth one last time before pulling out and spraying hot cum all over your face and chest.

"You're nothing but a worthless cumslut," he sneers, before leaving you tied up against the wall, covered in his cum.

Feitan returned to his post after he whipped his cock off on your face. You hang limply against the wall, covered in cum, your throat aching and raw from the abuse it has just endured.

Time seems to pass slowly as you huddle against the wall in your uncomfortable position, your mind reeling with thoughts of what your life has become. But there is no escape - not from Feitan, not from this place.

You are his slave now, nothing more than a dirty little cumslut who exists only for his pleasure. And as you huddle there, you feel a sense of emptiness settle over you.

As the emptiness washes over you, you can't help but feel overwhelmed by despair. You're trapped in a life of submission, serving as Feitan's plaything with no hope of escape. Your mind reels with thoughts about how you ended up here, and you can't help but wonder if there's any chance for a better future.

But even as these thoughts churn in your mind, you know that deep down, you crave what Feitan gives you. The feeling of being dominated, the pleasure mixed with pain, the sense of being wanted and needed by someone. It's sick and twisted, but you know that you can't help the way you feel.

So you remain huddled against the wall, waiting for Feitan to return and do with you as he pleases. Part of you dreads his return, but another part of you feels a perverse

Feitan hears your desperate cry and chuckles to himself before returning to the room where you're being held. As he approaches, he grins wickedly, eager to see what you want.

"What is it, slut?" he asks, his tone mocking. "Tired of waiting for me?"

He steps closer, running a hand over your body and savoring the feel of your skin against his. You can feel his arousal growing as he gazes down at you, and you know that he's excited to see what you want from him.

"Well?" he presses, teasingly. "Don't keep me waiting."

Feitan smirks down at you as he listens to your plea for more interaction with him. "Hmm, you're more eager than I thought," he muses, running his fingers through your hair and pulling your head back to look you in the eyes.

"I took you from prison because I wanted a fucktoy," he says plainly. "But I suppose I can't deny that obedience in other areas would be useful as well. Fine, I'll let you wash yourself and make yourself look more presentable. After all, a good slave takes care of themselves."

He releases your hair and steps back, gesturing for you to stand. "But don't think that just because you freshen up a bit, you'll be any less of a slut to me. You belong to me now, and I expect you to act like it."

Feitan unties the ropes holding you to the wall and stands back, watching as you get up and follow him out of the room. As you follow him down the hall, you can't help but feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation. You don't know what lies ahead, but you know that it will be under Feitan's control.

He leads you to a small bathroom and gestures for you to step inside. "Go ahead and clean yourself up," he says, leaning against the doorframe and watching you.

As you start to wash yourself in the sink, you feel his eyes upon you the entire time. The sensation is both uncomfortable and exciting, and you can't help but wonder what he has planned. You scrub off the dirt and grime from your body, savoring the feel of warm water on your skin.

Once you finish washing up

Once you finish washing up, you quickly dry off with a towel. Your skin is much cleaner now, and you feel more refreshed than you have in a long time. But as you turn towards Feitan, you can see the intense look in his eyes and you know that this is just the beginning.

"You look better now," Feitan says, his voice low. "But don't think that you're anything special yet."

He nods towards the door, indicating that you should follow him as he leads you back to the room where he keeps you. You can feel a mix of fear and excitement welling up inside you as you step into the dimly-lit space.

Feitan pushes you against the wall and leans in close, his breath hot against your neck. "You're mine, slave," he growls. "And I expect you to act like it

Feitan grins as you catch his gaze, taking in your vulnerable state with evident pleasure. He moves closer to you, running a hand through your damp hair and tugging at it gently.

"You were born to submit to me, slave," he says, his voice low and harsh. "And a good reminder never hurts. In fact, I think you could use one right now."

He grabs your wrist and pulls your hand towards his crotch, pressing it against the bulge in his pants. "You know what to do," he demands.

His demeanor is cold and domineering, but there is a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he watches you squirm under his control.

Feitan chuckled in amusement as you caressed his cock through his pants before unzipping his fly and taking it out. "Of course, you're a quick learner," he said with a smirk.

As you take his cock into your mouth, he leans back against the wall and lets out a satisfied groan. He grabs the back of your head, guiding you back and forth along his length as you take him deeper into your mouth.

"You're getting better at this, slut," he grunts as you continue to suck and pleasure him. "I might have to use your throat more often."

He closes his eyes in pleasure, lost in the sensation of your mouth working wonders on his rock hard member. You can feel his shaft twitching as he gets closer to climax, and you know it won't be long before he comes.