On the floor.

Every muscle aches when you wake up. You're curled tight into a ball, the concrete floor has scraped your skin raw on one side. Your head is pounding and you are starving. You groan but no one answers you. You try to look around, your abused eyes adjusting to the fluorescent light shining overhead. You see the table in the corner where you were unable to see before, and the door, made of metal in the center of the wall that was behind you, but the chairs are gone. Whoever released you, must've unbolted them and then carried them up the stairs out of the room. A voice startles you in your attempt to process where you are and what you see.

"She's going to offer you the chance to leave soon. You should take it." You whip around, sending a wave of pain through your whole body, every muscle exhausted. You see Kelly, sitting on the floor, her knees in her hands. She's facing away from you, staring at the wall with the large water stain. You try to speak but your mouth is unbearably dry. You clear your throat to try to respond but before you can the door opens. You turn as quickly as you can to look and see Morgan and Tiffany enter the room. Tiffany is dressed in jeans and a hoodie carrying what you recognize as the taser Morgan used on Kelly before. She moves to the center of the room and stands ready in the unlikely event either of you can still stand. Morgan is wearing a white silk robe with blue lace. Her nails are painted a matching blue with white tips and she is carrying a small saucer with a cup of something hot and a small spoon. You see her nose is still bandaged. She walks over to you and you smell what you think is tea in the cup. It smells wonderful. You want it with a ravenous desire you've never felt before. Morgan stands over you imperiously with a pleasant smirk on her bandaged face.

"Morning Quinton. Well, you're a late sleeper today. Wouldn't want to sleep late when mommy expects us to be up and at the chores now would we?" She stirs the cup as she speaks, clinking the spoon against the porcelain. You're not fully understanding what she's saying, you couldn't have had any idea what time it is, but her tone suggests displeasure which sends panic through your veins. You automatically feel **** anxiety at the mere thought that Morgan is displeased with you. You summon the last vestiges of energy and spit you have left to speak as quickly as you can in a hoarse whisper.

"No! Please. I'll be good. I'm sorry I slept late." You raise your hands in supplication and bow your head, not daring to look at her. Morgan smiles and responds.

"Aww, this debased fuckslave forgives you Quinn." She holds a hand to her breast as she speaks. She bends forward, reaches for your chin, raises your gaze to meet hers, and speaks slowly and carefully, her hazel eyes locking onto yours and drilling into your mind. "But does Master forgive you?" You shake and shiver, you're disgusted and yet **** to throw yourself at Chris's feet and beg his forgiveness for sleeping late. You wish he were here and yet you fear the very mention of Morgan's name for him. You want to disappear.

"Please. I'm so sorry." You feel like your body is trying to cry but you almost can't. You heave with dry sobs as Kelly continues to stare silently at the wall. Morgan smirks playfully again. Her casual shifts in tone unnerve you even further.

"I brought you a drink." Your eyes dart to the cup and your face lights up. You're so grateful she thought of you. Morgan looks at the cup then at you. She laughs in your face. "Oh this? This isn't for you, this is for me." She straightens up and downs the tea in one gulp, licking her lips with a satisfied look on her face. You're disappointed but at least she got to enjoy it. Morgan hands the saucer to Tiffany who takes it to the table and sets it down. She stands over you at her full height once more. She undoes the tie on her robe and opens it, revealing her body to you. You see her shapely breasts which you have dreamt about many times in the flesh. But you're alarmed by what you see. A chain runs between two piercings on each nipple, connected to another which runs through a light metal ring hanging from a piercing in her navel to a a final one in her clit. A tattoo across her lower abdomen reads "FUCKMEAT" in bold black script and another below on her pubis in slightly finer detail:

Property of Master
Chris Winters

Morgan smiles as she watches the expression on your face turn from amazement to disgust to fear. "Like them?" She says swaying her hips lightly. "Soon your little friend Molly will have some just like these maybe." Her smile grows wider. "Your mother might get a crown..." She sticks out her hips and slaps her ass lightly. "Right here maybe?" Her and Tiffany laugh. "Or maybe Master will allow her to go unmarked. To show she's better than us mere cocksleeves. It's up to Sir." You feel compelled to agree with her, still hoping for a drink if you're good.

"Of course Morgan. Anything you say. I-I trust you." You grovel and whimper beneath her gaze, mind filling with thoughts of yesterday or last night you're not sure, when the lights were off. You just want her to be pleased with you. You'll be rewarded if she's pleased with you. She bends down and pats your head, sending a wave of relief through your panicked body.

"Good boy." She says, degrading you further. "Lay down." She points at the ground. You throw yourself to the floor and lie on your back looking up at her. She plants her feet on either side of your head and squats down. You can smell her arousal and see her pussy is glistening with profane desire. "Open your mouth, your drink is ready." Her voice is filled with sadistic glee. Happy to be reenacting the scene that you once described to her in full detail. You open your mouth and Morgen unleashes a stream of piss directly into your waiting throat. You gulp it down greedily. You **** and gag and hate it but you simply can't refuse the liquid. You're too thirsty, and it was so nice of her to think of you so you wouldn't want her to feel like you don't appreciate it. Morgan finishes and splashes urine all over your face as she does. She thrusts her hand out and grabs a fistfull of your hair, pulling your head off the floor and bringing your face to her pussy. "Clean me off." She says, matter of factly. You eagerly begin to lap at her cunt. She laughs and sighs as she turns her head toward Kelly. "Oh my he's being such a good boy today isn't he Kells. So responsive." Kelly doesn't speak for a moment, then her quiet voice cuts through the sloppy sounds of your **** ministrations. You're not so much eating her out now as being dragged across her clit by the hair.

"I should've killed you on the street when I first got here, years ago when I retired, the day I first met you, I should've killed you." Tiffany raises the prod and starts toward Kelly, who sits unmoved, but Morgan gestures and she backs off. Morgan is mewling with pleasure as she speaks again.

"Plenty of time for that-" She moans as she cums, spraying a fresh coating of bodily fluid over your face. "later." She stands back up and dons her robe again, sighing with contentment. She stares down at you once more and cocks her head to the side. "What do good boys say when people do nice things for them?"

"Thank you Morgan." Your throat is less parched and you manage to say the words in an even, genuine tone despite being slightly winded from the ordeal. She smiles which sends a warm feeling down to your bones just like it always used to. You're so glad she seems happy with you. She lifts her foot and places it above your face. You see it covered with a thin coating of mud and a few bits of leaves from outside, along with dust from the floor.

"Do it properly now and kiss my foot. Such a large drink this slut bought you." You bring your lips together and raise your head to plant a kiss on the sole of Morgan's foot. You want to gag but you don't dare show her you're unhappy, you need to thank her after all. She rubs her foot along your wet face, leaving a streak of mud and filth.

"Thank you so much Morgan. It was such a good drink. I loved it. Thank you." She snaps her fingers, causing you to fall silent.

"Sit up." She says, you strain and groan through the pain from your sore body as you bring yourself up and around to lean against the wall. Morgan continues to stand as she speaks again. "I think I'd like to make you a deal. I want to let you out of this room my little bitch boy." You pipe up immediately as she pauses.

"Oh please Morgan! I'll do anything. I'll be good. I promise." She stares at you, her hazel eyes flicking up and down your abused and filthy body.

"Well I'll let you out, since you've been so good." She smiles again. "But if you leave today, she stays here." Morgan points to Kelly. "Forever. Or until Master throws her in the trash when he's through, either one." Morgan shrugs. "If you stay in here just one more day, I'll let you both out." Kelly doesn't move, she just stares forward. You can't see the expression on her face but her relaxed body indicates their isn't one. She says nothing, giving no reaction to Morgan's game. You look at her and your heart breaks as you squeak a quiet reply.

"Please let me out. I'll be good." You feel ashamed and disgusted with yourself. But you can't face the possibility of remaining in this room any longer. Every molecule screams for you to leave as quickly as you can. You lower your face and sob. Morgan claps her hands.

"Well excellent. Let's get you up those stairs then." She signals to Tiffany who joins her. They both kneel down and gently help you to your feet. They support your weight between them to the door before Morgan releases you and turns to look at Kelly, still sitting in the same position. "Bye bye Kells. Don't worry, this psycho bitch will be back." Her and Tiffany chuckle, which sends shivers down your spine. With each step you feel your body cry out in pain but you ignore it all as you grip the rail and walk up the stairs with Tiffany holding your arm. Morgan retrieves the cup she brought and follows you. The stairs end in cellar doors, like the kind a cabin might have. Tiffany turns to you and hands you a pair of sunglasses. You take them and put them on before she opens the doors. The light of the afternoon sun almost blinds you but you feel so happy to see it again you don't care. Tiffany helps you up and out and you realize you are in a wooded area. There is a small, slightly rundown cabin surrounded on all sides by dense forest. The room you were in appears to be some kind of basement. Next to the cabin you see a black SUV with a dirt road leading away through the trees. Morgan follows the two of you out and you drop to your knees, partly from weakness, partly from a desire to show deference.

"Thank you so much Morgan and Tiffany for letting me out. Thank you for helping me up those stares." You bend forward and crawl a little to kiss each of their feet. Tiffany laughs cruelly at you.

"Oh my gosh, such a fast learner." She says between her laughs. Morgan chuckles and walks to the wall of the cabin. There is a hose attached to a pipe running into the ground. She unwinds the hose and turns on the pressure, a sprayer head holds the water back for the moment. Morgan points to an area in front of her away from the cabin. You get to your feet and move to the indicated location, trying not to step on anything sharp on the ground. Tiffany moves to the car and puts the taser in the passenger seat. Then she goes back to the hose and grabs a bar of soap that had been placed on the ground prior. She turns to you and giggles once again. Her bright blue eyes shine with malicious intent and her blonde hair shines in the sun.

"Strip." She says giggling. You hesitate for a moment. "C'mon now." She prompts you again and you take the sunglasses off and put them on the ground. You squint as your eyes adjust. Next you hook your thumbs into your waistband and pull your piss and dirt stained briefs off, throwing them to one side. Tiffany looks at your body and giggles. "Such a weak little sissy." She throws the soap at your feet as Morgan responds.

"He's adorable! He's going to be so cute when we're done with him." Morgan turns and aims the sprayer in your direction. She lets the water go and an icy cold blast smacks you in the chest, almost knocking you over. "Scrub off, we need to get back to town." You shiver as you bend over for the soap. Morgan continues to spray you and you do your best to clean yourself. Once or twice she directs the sprayer unexpectedly towards your balls and you squeal in an embarrassing octave provoking further laughter. Tiffany holds her two fingers up, gesturing at how small your penis is becoming as it shrivels in the cold water. You'd blush if you weren't freezing now, but you're genuinely glad to have made them laugh and only smile back. Once you're done lathering yourself Morgan sprays you down one last time as Tiffany walks to the cabin. You shake under Morgan's gaze until Tiffany returns with a towel and some clothes for you to wear.

"Cover that little dickie." She says with a grin as she hands you the clothes and towel. You dry and put them on and Morgan grabs your underwear, the towel, and the glasses and throws them in a garbage bag which she puts in the back of the SUV. Tiffany opens the back door. "Get in." She says flatly. You obey quickly, sitting on the soft leather feels nice. Tiffany looks at you. "Lie down and rest little sissy, long drive ahead." She says cheerfully before shutting the door. Morgan climbs into the car and starts the engine. You slump down and curl up in the seat. Grateful for something to sleep on that isn't hard concrete. Morgan hands you a bottle of some orange liquid.

"Drink up, it's orange juice, and something to help you sleep till we get there." You take the bottle and begin to chug it slowly without question, hoping the calories in the juice will at least satiate you for the moment. You finish and hand it back and she drops it in the passenger seat with the taser.

"Thank you Morgan." You say quietly. She giggles and starts driving away from the cabin. Tiffany appears to be staying for the time being.Morgan turns on the radio. A soft ballad begins playing and the rumbling of the road feels peaceful through the soft leather cushion of the bench seat and you feel yourself nodding off.