“What is your name?” her captor asked. It was a game they played, every day. She looked up at him, answering the same as she did every day. It was the only defiance she could offer as he barely fed her, regularly beat her, and constantly raped her.

“Angela,” she said, right before he pulled back his fist and punched her right in the nose. Blood exploded and he pulled back, punching her right eye and the side of her head. She toppled over, trying to crawl away, but she was chained to the floor in his basement, where he had kept her for an unknown amount of days. A kick to her ribs and she doubled up, whimpering and sobbing. Then he mounted her, fucking her against the rough concrete, until he dumped his load in her cunt. No, her pussy. She had a vagina. She wasn’t ever going to use his word.

“Your name is cunt, that is all you are, a warm set of cunts, cunt.” He then kicked her one more time and left, turning out the lights. She sobbed in the dark, her body in agony. In the dark, hours blended together. His dog came over and licked at her wounds and his cum, leaking out of her, then it growled at her and she meekly rolled over. It had bit her once early on, back when she resisted physically. She cried as the dog mounted her, used her just like her captor did, but faster, and god, she hated that knot. She felt so much despair. Her only hope was his promise of taking her to the city. She might could escape then. She hadn’t left the basement in at least 2 months she figured, maybe more. She wondered if anyone was looking for her anymore. She wondered if they’d even recognized her.

She had been a healthy, athletic 120 lbs., a trim runner, with long blond hair, blue eyes, and perky 34C breasts. She knew she only weighed 100 lbs. now, he beat her if she weighed an ounce more. She got no exercise unless countless rapes counted as exercise. Mostly she ate cum, piss, and dog food. As for hair, the first thing he’d done was shave her head. Sometimes he’d put wigs on her, he loved bright vivid colors, but then, he’d take them off. Every bit of hair on her body had been shaved. Her prior pale skin was often more bruised or bloodied than white, especially her face. Her nose had been broken repeatedly, lips busted, she’d lost two teeth, and the headaches ... she didn’t like to think about the damage the repeated head blows had done. Some days, it was a struggle to remember “before”.

Later the door opened, and he mounted her, washing her with a hose after, letting her eat some actual, honest to god, real food. He told her tomorrow would be a special day, they were going to the city. She nodded, being extra submissive. She even offered to please him orally and she did, at least until he decided he’d rather piss down her throat, but she took that too. Make him let down his guard, escape from this hell. He turned out the lights and she laid down, sleepy suddenly as the dog licked at her in the dark. She rolled over to let it mount her and then everything went black as she couldn’t open her eyes any longer.

When she woke again, she was confused. It was loud, bright light coming from her right on the wall, and the sound of fucking and moaning was around her. She was shaking on the floor, a hard floor but not rough concrete. There was a man over her, but not her captor, grunting as he thrust in her, again and again. The light focused and it was a movie being projected on the wall, some young woman getting gangbanged and begging for more. There were seats to her left, theater style ones, and men watching her and the movie.

“Moan whore!” the man fucking her said, slapping her, as she grunted as he pumped into her, thrusting faster and faster. He spasmed, then came deep in her, standing up. Her captor walked over to her, grasping her cheeks, pulling her head up.

“Welcome to the big city, cunt. That was number 3 by the way. We have a very long night planned for you,” he said. Then he shoved her head down hard on the floor, making her dizzy and another man mounted her. Before long, he was done and another man flipped her over, pushing into her ass. At one time, that would have been a challenge, but her captor had ruined her ass and cunt both, fucking them violently. She bled a lot in her early days, and he’d treat the wounds. And as soon as she healed even a bit, he’d tear into her again. It still hurt to have her ass fucked, and when he was done, he grabbed her head and made her clean his cock. She’d tasted more shit than she had ever thought possible in these past months.