Hearing the chain rattle he looked over at her. "My new toy is awake. Good." He walked over in his black leather shoes, as the footsteps echoed through the room lightly. As her hands were tied in front of her, he walked behind her after circling her for a bit, examining her. He grabbed her collar and held up up in the air, almost choking her. With his other hand he pulled out a little knife and slid it down her ass crack, ripping the panties and causing them to fall to the floor. He forcefully poked her ass cheeks with the knife point, not enough to pierce her, but just enough for her to feel the point. He zipped himself down and pulled his massive hard cock out. He walked quickly over to an empty wall slamming the front body against it. He rammed his cock inside her ass forcefully and held still as he leaned his head over to her ear. In a low but serious voice he said, "Forget you were once human. You are now my little toy. I'm going to use every inch of your body like a doll. Do not fight back, or you will regret it. I'm going to use you for anything I desire, and you're going to take it like a good little toy. Do you understand, young one?"

She cried out as he rammed his cock in. The pain bringing tears to her purple eyes. Unable to move but still having will power she shook her head. Her long purple hair flying a bit. "I-I'm not a toy..." she whispers in pain. A spark of hope in her eyes. The hope to be free from this dark room and this man's clutches. She struggled weakly causing her chains to rattle and clang together

Not satisfied with her answer started walking with her still on his cock over to the wall of tools. He pulled her off and flipped her into a new pose. He held each end of her body as her body was flat in the air, her face looking up at him. He quickly dropped her and before she landed took his foot and slammed it down onto her stomach the rest of the way. He pulled a long skinny whip off the wall, and lashed her legs hard. As the black leather hit her skin he said, "Yes, you are my toy. Don't you forget it. There is no escape. If you try to run you will regret it."

She groaned and cried in pain. "I-I'm not your toy!" she screams at him and spits on his shoe. A mark on her legs from the whip. She swings her chains at his legs growling a bit. Her rebellious side not giving up.

He took the shoe that was spat upon and slapped it across her face. He then took it and start jamming it in her pussy, shoving it down hard with great force each jab. With his other shoe still on he gives her hard kick before picking the whip back up and giving her a few more lashes on the stomach. "Oh yes you are. Even more in fact. I'm not only going to play with your body, I'm going to use it for everything and anything." I bend down and grab your collar bringing you face to face with me and say, "And don't spit on my shoe again, I went easy on you this time, but next time will be worse."

She screamed in pain as the shoe was shoved into her pussy. Tears falling as she was whipped and kicked and beat down. As soon as he brought her face to face with him she headbutt him and spit on his face. "Go fuck yourself. I won't give into you..." she growled meeting his gaze dead on. However, the pain was enough to make her collapse if she had been standing. She was going to fight until she couldn't anymore.

He wiped the spit off his face hiding his rage. He leaned forward and bit her lip hard. "My toy seems to spit a lot. Are you trying to get things clean? I can help with that. You want to clean, you're going to clean." He put his shoe back on and began to shove her body gently a bit as he walked over to the middle of the room. He pulls his cock out and starts to piss all over the floor. He came back over to you and grabbed your legs, holding you upside down as your hair hangs. You get pushed against a wall as he grabbed rope, and tied your arms and hands tight to your side as they wrapped around her body. He reached over and grabbed a very long wooden stick. He shoved it down deep into her ass, at least 10 inches before stopping. He then tied her legs to the top of the stick tightly. As he looks down at her he laughs and says, "You're going to make a nice little mop." He took his new human mop and held the end the stick carrying her over to the middle of the floor. He then proceeded to slam her face down rubbing it around in the newly created mess.

She groaned as he shoved her against the wall. Her head spinning and the wound on her side threatening to open. Screaming as the stick was shoved into her ass and crying as shes used as a mop. Her head being banged nonstop on the floor as her hair soaks up the piss. tears falling and making her hair stick to her cheeks. A small bulge in her stomach from the stick, A small bump forming on the top of her head as she cries softly silently begging for it to end.

"Hmm...it seems this isn't going to be enough to get this up." He dropped her on the ground and walked over to the big wall of toys and took a large bucket from the shelf below. He went over to a tiny sink in the other corner of the room, and filled it up with water. Then he brings it back over and sets it down beside her. He picked her up and says, "My mop needs to get a little more wet." Then he started pushing her head down into the water up and down violently. He finally stopped and held her up for a minute watching the water drip before pushing her back down and continuing. All this mopping had caused the wooden pole to gradually inch deeper inside her.

She gagged on water as she was pushed in and out of the water bucket feeling the stick go deeper and deeper in her ass causing her to groan. Her hair stinking of piss now as she was continually used to mop it up. Tears falling as she debated whether to degrade herself so low as to beg for mercy.

He picked her up again slamming her head down into the bucket of water, holding it for a few seconds, before bringing it back up. He mopped with her more, using more force using her face occasionally instead of her hair. "Seems we forgot the most important part. The soap." He laughs and sets her up against a walk as he walks back with a bottle of soap. He squirts some into his hands and rubs it all her face, even holding her mouth open and squirting some inside. He rubbed it every, not even being careful to avoid her eyes as the soap probably got into them. He rubbed his hands on her neck to get the excess soap off of him. He then picked her back up again, rubbing her soapy face against the wet floor.

She spits the soap in her mouth out whenever she can unable to see because of the soap in her eyes. Her crying only making it worse. She couldn't take it anymore. She degraded herself in the eyes of her kidnapper and abuser. "P-Please....stop...." she begs weakly.

Hearing her cries he laughed mockingly. He picks her up and pull her close to his face as her eyes meet his and says, "No." Slamming her back down to the ground saying, "You're done when I decide you're done." He dropped the stick letting her body hit the floor. He grabbed the soap and came back, squirting it all over her face until its completely covered. "Almost done, we just need the last little spot." He picks you back up and continues to mop, enjoying himself.

When he dropped her the stick went further into her ass. The bulge in her stomach getting bigger because of it. tears falling as she's abused and used as a mop. Her ass being torn by the stick. Her purple hair sticking together as she cries. She had degraded herself for nothing. she kept this in mind as she was used.

A few more minutes of mopping later he stops and says, "Hmph, good enough. You make a good little mop. It'd be a shame if I made more messes later on. Well, it's time to get you dry." He picks the stick up and throws it behind his shoulder. He carries you upstairs leaving the basement and walks down a hallway into another room. A big firepit and two Y-shaped stands. He remembered to bring another stick with him, and takes it and pushes it deep into your mouth, touching your throat. He then places you down on the stands, and lights the fire. You hang above like a pig being roasted. "Just need to get you dry...and maybe something else." He says, getting a brand and sticking it in the fire, letting it warm up. He watched as your face was downward looking at the fire.

When she was swung over his shoulder she felt her asshole being torn open. She groaned and her eyes widened as the stick was shoved down her throat. Her fear evident as she stared into the fire barely noticing the brand. Her heart pounding with fear of being set on fire.