6 months later

"That's it faggot, suck the way I like if you want to eat tonight" your captor, **** and kidnapper moaned above you as she sat on a chair at her kitchen table, fully naked and sipping on a beer. She didn't need to pull on your hair any more to face fuck you as you knew how to liked to be sucked. months of being **** and beaten forcing it into your head. Her body was covered in sweat as like she did everyday, she used you and your body for her twisted pleasure. It gave her cock a nasty, salty taste as she didn't bother to wash or shower properly for days, making you taste and clean her funk from work and play.

You were currently naked on the floor, knelt between her legs moving your head back and forth as fast and as hard as you cuck, face fucking yourself on her cock making sure to make the gagging sounds she likes, even though you'd long been used to her cock in your throat and ass. Even in the low light of the shitty wattage of the bulb, you could easily see the bruises and cuts all over your body, the dirt and filth that'd covered your skin as you were only rarely allowed to wash yourself properly. Your hair had grown out, not bothered to have it cut as she said it allowed for an easier hand hold. Even though no one would be able to see it right now as you shoved your faced between her legs and into her large stomach, you were sporting a large black eye from when she beat you the other day from taking a glass of water without permission.

Over the last half a year she'd beaten and **** any resistance you had in you, out of you. starving you for days and only giving you small amounts to eat that you had to earn, doing anything and everything she wanted of you.

She often threatened to knock out your teeth, saying it'd make you better at sucking her cock and laughing cruelly as you begged her not to, or just shook in fear at her.

As she downed the last of her current beer, she slammed her hand on the back of your head and pushed you down to the base of her cock, cumming down your throat as she threw you off your rhythm, surprising you and making you gag and cough around her cock. As she finished cumming she slammed the empty beer bottle onto the table and let out a satisfied gasp as she let you up. quickly pulling yourself off her cock, you coughed violently, summing of her cumming flying onto the floor.

Before you knew what was happening, something hit you had in the side of the head, sending you sprawling across the floor, hearing her shouting "You fucking bitch! Wasting my cum! What did I say would happen huh?"

"I... I'm sorry" you mewled out weakly, knowing nothing you said or did would stop whatever she was about to do to you, looking for any excuse to punish you, though most of the time she didn't need one.

Grabbing your greasy hair, she pulled your head back and slapped you hard across the face, your lip splitting for the thousandth time as you tasted the slight amount of blood on your tongue.

"What should I expect from a dumb cunt like you though? Can't even suck a dick properly!" grabbing you tightly around the throat, she lifted you up and pinned you on the kitchen table, empty take-out containers and bottles scattering and falling on the floor as you saw her spare hand go to her still hard cock, running up her cock and scraping off as much of your saliva as she could in one go before flipping you over onto your stomach, still squeezing your throat tightly as she lay on top of you, her weight and **** making it impossible for you to breath as she whispered in your ear "Guess you're only good for one thing" before she bit your ear hard and shoved her nearly dry cock into your already abused asshole.

You wanted to scream out but nothing would come except for a weird **** sound, you could feel your face going red as you tried to breath in desperately for air and cry out at the same time. Her harsh deep grunt filling you ear and head as she violated you once again

"Fucking. Take It. Cunt. Hole" She grunted as she fucked you as hard as you could, even the study kitchen table making warning sounds from the weight and **** being put onto it.

As you felt yourself slipping away, you hoped you'd be able to get some decent sleep for the first time in days, or for something more... permanent. But you felt the weight lift off you and the hand remove itself from your throat. you felt yourself take a deep breath of much needed and wanted air, her cock still deep in you as she threw you off the table and onto the floor again, feeling the cock rip out of your ass before slamming hard into the dirty, crap covered floor where you curled up and just gasped for air.

"You ain't done yet faggot" she said as she went to one of the kitchen draws and pulled out a roll of string "Gotta make sure you learn your lesson"

Grabbing you by the back of the neck and squeezing tight, she pulled you through her crappy apartment towards the wall in the living area. On the wall was a book fastened securely against the wall.

Pushing you forwards, she slammed you into the wall and turned you around. Grabbing your wrists she started to wrap them in the string, the bruises and marks on your wrists showing how often she either tied you up or cuffed you. You didn't give any resistance as there was no point, if you did it'd just make things worst.

Once your wrists were tied tight, she lifted your arms above your head and, forcing you on your toes, hooked you on the hook, making it impossible for you to go anywhere, or ever lift yourself off the hook.

Tossing the strong aside, she licked her lips as she looked over your battered body. Her cock twitching at the full sight of you as you knew she was tempted just to **** you again like this, grab your legs, lift you up and violate you against the wall. She'd done it plenty of times.

Instead, she walked away, into her bedroom for a second and returned holding a sturdy leather belt in her hands. Grabbing both ends she walked upto you and struck you, over and over again, making sure to hit your chest and legs, making you squirm and cry out from the pain. The string cutting into your wrists and you couldn't stop yourself from moving with each blow.

"Fuck this never gets old" she panted hard as she looked over your body again, fresh marks already cover it. Stepping closer, she ran the belt over your privates, making you tense up in fear as you looked up at her, straight into her eyes where you could see she was getting off of the look in your eyes "Oh yes, I don't hit you there that often do I?" she chuckled, her sweat covered body and stench wafting over you as she pressed up against you, rubbing her face against your own and a deep smell of you then groaning as if she was about to cum any second "You smell like a scared little faggot alright, I fucking love it. and I think I deserve a treat today."

You heard the heavy metal buckle of the belt hit the floor as you realised what she was going to do

"First I'm going to smash that pathetic little limp dick of yours, then I'm going to fuck you till I can't get hard again" she groaned into your ear, rubbing her moist body against your battered and bruised one, you felt a hand slide between your bodies and start to move, her moans and grunts tell you she was whacking herself off at the thought "Try to stay away faggot, I want you to feel every second of it"

Stepping back, she still rubbed her cock as she looked you over, not stopping as she brough her arm back and saw the fear in your eyes. Her arm tensed as she was ready to swing down hard and fast, her aim was going to be as accurate as always and hit her intended target

When there was a loud knock on the door making her, pause for a second.

"That must be the food" she sighed as she let the belt drop to the floor. "You're lucky, you know that faggot?" she said as she let go of her cock and moved towards the door, where someone was knocking again "Alright already, I'm coming!" she called out

You watched as she unlocked and opened the door

when suddenly it was shoved opened, slamming against the wall as person after person **** themselves into the apartment, all of the shouting something and moving into and around the apartment. It took you a second to realise it was the police, or more accurately, the SWAT. several officers pointing guns at your prolonged kidnapper and **** as they **** her onto the ground, rolling her onto her front and putting zip ties around her wrists.

A couple of officers quickly moving towards you, lifting you up off the hook and keeping firm hands on your bound arms, one of them speaking into their radio saying something you didn't hear as you had trouble taking everything in that was happening.

Once everyone had stopped moving and even she had been told to shut up and she was silent. two paramedics flew into the room and headed straight towards you, instantly looking you over and cutting your wrists free. A blanket quickly draped over you as they checked you over and took your vitals.

But who came in next totally surprised you.

You watched as your mom walked into the room, a look of anger on her face you'd never think she'd be possible off before today. She looked over at you and her face calmed, giving you a relieved smile as she saw you, her eyes glancing up and down your body for a second, seemingly focusing on your face, before turning to your **** and the look of furry was back

"What the fuck is going on?" the fat, naked janitor demanded as she was **** up onto her knees. Saying nothing, you watched in surprise and complete shock as all your mom did was kick her as hard as she could in the face, the heel of her shoe cutting into the large womans cheek, scrapping away some skin and sending blood over the floor and her face

"You kidnapped my son." Was all your mother said to her before turning and walking towards you

"Kidnapped!? That faggot is my ****!" she screeched out, only for one of the SWAT officers ask her

"Then where's his collar?"

as you mom reached you and pulled you into a soft, comforting hug. the only comfort you'd felt for months

"It's okay, you're safe now" your mom shushed gently into your ear as she kept holding you, as you heard the rest of what the police said

"...are under arrest for ****, physical ****, mental **** and ****." forcing her up onto her feet, the read her her rights as they dragged your abuser from her own home, the large woman trying to resist and shout things but you focused back on your mom, who was talking to the paramedics

"He needs to get checked out at the hospital" one said plainly as they removed the blood pressure device from your arm you hadn't even noticed she'd put on you

"It's okay sweety, we can go now" your mom said softly as she started leading you out of the apartment, every police officer, their faces covered by helmets or masks or both, watching you as you left.

But as you approached the door, firmly safe in your mothers hands, you felt yourself give out and collapse