The following story is pure fiction and contains watersports (and scat), minor bondage, objectification, drugs and maledom. Please do not read if it'll make you uncomfortable. Thank you. If you have any ideas, please let me know! All orginal content is protected under copyright 2014, Zombie Princess.

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I had woken up in the dark murky basement after enjoying a glass of a sweet wine with Daddy after dinner last night... Had he drugged me?! Sitting up, I panicked and looked around before noticing my collar chained to the wall using a shiny brass chandelier hook he had re-purposed. My stomach sank to my feet as I continued to look around, counting them all. Most had a chain hanging down but in corner I could barely make out enema supplies. The light bulb buzzed above my head as it swayed wearily, as if it would come crashing down to the cold stone floor any second.

The pungent smell of urine coming from the mattress I laid on didn't help the fact I needed to use the restroom. I stood on my hands and knees, climbing over to my food bowl before I had to shift awkwardly and urinate, sighing with relief. I glanced down to see hot yellow liquid spilling over the sides. Sigh. I'd have to clean that up. I climbed back over to the mattress, laying down as I reached a hand out, making small loops with the long metal chain keeping my collar to the wall and me in the basement.

I lifted my head as I heard heavy bolts shifting from the other side of the door and a heavy bag was lifted. My mouth watered at the idea of some food but the idea seemed almost too good to be true. "Wake up, bitch. It's time for breakfast." A rough voice said, the door slamming back into space and returning me to reality. I lifted my head again to see Daddy digging a cup of dog food from the bag and pouring it into my bowl. "Don't turn your fucking nose up, you ungrateful cunt!" He growled, pressing his boot against my ass as he shoved me towards the bowl before repositioning his boot against my skull, pushing my face into the full bowl.

"Do you know WHY you're here instead of the house?" I didn't have time to answer, even if I wanted to, before he continued. "Of course not. You're in this fucking dump because you're a woman. It's that fucking simple." He lifted his boot from my head but I didn't bother stopping. "Can your empty head process that?" I nodded but didn't lift my head. "So here is how it's going to go from now on. You're going to stay in here unless I feel bad for you, but I don't think I ever will." I nodded again. "You will not receive any pleasure again. I'm going to use your holes as I please, but you won't get to release. You haven't earned it and I highly doubt you ever will."

He laughed a bit and gripped my hair, pulling my head back before shoving a tight ball gag into my mouth. He fastened it quickly before giving my face a gentle slap. "You aren't going to talk either. Now, if you have a problem with that, you'd better speak up." He laughed, holding my cheeks in his hand. "Nothing? Good. I need to piss." I tried to jerk my head away as his grip returned and he used his other had to slide his cock out, as a cold smirk appeared on his face and a steady stream of urine came out onto my face.

He laughed gently as I crawled back to the mattress and continued to urinate on me and the mattress. He glanced over his shoulder to my bowl and smirked once again. "Good, you know that you're going to piss in your bowl and if you need to shit... go in the bucket." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, pointed at a disgusting bucket in the far corner. I hated him for doing this to me, for forcing me to become his new pet. "Drink your piss and keep your shit off your disgusting bed." All I could do was nod.

He turned and walked back upstairs, and I could hear the bolts sliding in place followed by silence. It was another long moment or two before the bolts slid again and he came back in. I could barely make out what he was holding but my stomach did a flip and I could tell it wasn't going to end well for me. As he stepped into the light, I could barely make out a long plastic piece and I closed my eyes for what seemed like just a moment. His fingers had plunged deep into my wet cunt and I could feel myself growing closer to orgasm.

He pumped his fingers in and out of my cunt for what seemed like forever, deliberately taking his time to drive me to the edge. "I know that even you're smart enough not to cum." He laughed. "However, if your pathetic brain is unable to remember that and you betray me, we may have to reach some new methods of training." I nodded gently, it was all I could do. I felt the long piece of plastic slide into my wet cunt and stop. "Now, what am going to do with your pesky hands... hmm?" He smiled and pushing my ass to the mattress, getting a pair of soft leather cuffs and securing them around my wrists and cuffing them to my collar.

He held my face in his cold hands, his lips twisted into a sadistic smile. "Let's review. You're going to live down here. For as long as I want. I'm going to come in here and feed you each morning. That's all the food you get for the day. Eat it all by ... let's say afternoon. Eat it or I give you half the next day. You'll earn fresh water and between that, you'll drink your fucking piss. And mine. Crap in the bucket and I might take it out. You may have to eat it. I have decided." He gave my face another quick slap and started for the door.