3 days later.

"Ahhhhhmmf" Max screams were muffled by the ballgag firmly strapped to her mouth. She could feel the mans cock slide past her pussy lips and into her body. His hands molesting her breasts as he slowly thrust into her. Her pussy moistened, responding to his touch. She tried pulling away but she could do little more then simple hang there as the man violated her.

It had been 3 days since she first awoke, hanging chained to the ceiling of this mans basement. 3 days with no food and little water. 3 days of constant fucking. Sometimes he would take his time slowly fucking her for hours. Other times he would be rough and fast. But he would always empty every drop of cum he had into her. He would sometimes leave after, lower her chains giving her time to rest her weary arms. Other times he would stay and play with her body using one of the many sex toys he had at his disposal.

"Unngh" the man growled. Max could feel his cock pulse as he shot his warm seed into her womb. She hung her head in shame as her pussy contracted around his cock, milking more cum out of him. He pulled out of her soaking cunt, and she cold feel his cum and her own juices drip out of her pussy and down her leg. "Good girl" he whispered in her ear as he squeezed one of her firm ass cheeks. "Seeya in a bit"

Max watched him as he walked up the stares, flipping a switch at the top before leaving the basement. She could hear the motor of a small engine whirl as the chains lowered. She gasped into the ballgag as her feet touched the ground for the first time in hours. Rotating her shoulders she tried to stretch out the aches and pains. She waited until the chains had enough slack before slowly walking over to the small bed he had set up for her. She pulled on the gag as she sat but had no luck, he had **** it into her mouth last night. He had demanded for her to address him as Master, and when she refused, he **** the ball gag onto her as punishment. She had thought it had been a fair trade at the time, but she was having second thoughts as after 10 hours her jaw was starting to go numb.

With the lack of anything else to do she let her eyes wander around the room. It was around 20 feet by 20 feet, cement floor with matching cement walls, a small drain in the center of the room. There was a small desk and some boxes on the far side of the room. As well as the hose he had occasionally used on her. But those were far out of her reach. The chains keeping her confined to her corner. Her wrists were connected to the chains with heavily padded leather straps, locked onto her wrists with some sort of keyed lock. She had struggled with them for hours when he first left her alone but there was no use. Even with her enhanced strength there was no chance she was going to **** them off. She needed to get the key, or atleast find something she could pick them with. Her gaze followed the chain from her wrists up into the ceiling where it disappeared into a hole. He had rigged it up to a motor so at a flip of a switch it would slowly lift her off her feet, causing her to dangle helplessly just inches off the ground.

Max's snapped back to reality as her stomach rumbled. Reminding her that she had not eaten since she had arrived here. She knew that a normal person would of broken down by now but she was far from normal. She had endured through a lot worse in Manticore.

The ceiling creaked as the man moved about upstairs. Her body trembled as he appeared at the top of the stairs. Her body had became accustomed to his presence, her body tingled, her pussy moistened anticipating the fucking she was undoubtedly was about to receive. Over the past few days it had almost became trained instinct, as soon as she saw or heard him coming into the basement her body warmed, preparing herself for him.

Max watched him as he approached her. Like all the times before he was naked, his erection proudly bouncing up and down as he walked. But for the first time he didn't use the chains to pull her off her feet. He wasn't empty handed either, he carried with him a sealed tupperware container. He smiled at her as he sat beside her on the bed. Max was perplexed, what was his game now? The though of killing him, or atleast knocking him **** right there ran across her mind. But as much as she wanted to hurt him she knew would only worsen her situation. She would still be locked in this basement. No, she had to wait until the timing was right and she could free herself from the chains.

"If I take that out will you behave?" he asked her, motioning towards the ballgag in her mouth.

"MmmHmm" she replied nodding her head. He reached behind her head, undoing the straps. "Ahhhh" she stretched out her jaw, letting out a soft moan as she licked her lips. That felt much better.

"You hungry?"

"Yes" she quickly replied without thinking. He looked at her expectantly, and she remembered why he had used the ballgag in the first place. Quickly she added "...master. Yes, master" she didn't care about her pride, she was fucking hungry.

"Good" he opened the tupperware container. Her stomach growled and her lips parted as the aroma of strawberries filled her senses. Somekind of mixture of cut up strawberries and whipcream filled the container. It smelt absolutely delicious. He brought a small spoonful to her mouth and she eagerly accepted it into her mouth.

"Mmmm" she moaned as the strawberries and whipcream slid down her throat. It tasted better then it smelt. It barely made a dent in her appetite but the sugar would give her a much needed energy boost.

"Like it?" he asked, and she nodded back to him. "more?" she nodded again. The chain rattled as she pulled her hands up, attempting to take the spoon from him. But the man had other plans as moved the spoon out of her reach. Leaning back onto the bed, taking the container he slowly poured the contents over his erection and balls.

He had repeatedly fucked her ass and cunt, but never once touched her mouth. He was saving her mouth for a time just like this, he waited, wondering if she would willingly take him inside of her beautiful cock sucking lips.