A/N this is Part 3 of Stolen... it does not get better and you have been warned repeatedly. Read at your own risk. Includes a touch of Stockholm syndrome and foreshadowing...

They healed me again. When I awoke, it was to find myself bound in bandages with my heart still beating. I barely responded to their orders, threats and treatments. I walked when they said walk, I ate when they said eat, I slept when they said sleep. I lived but it was a shallow existence of waiting for my next round of torture. I knew it was coming. I knew he was coming for me again. He had promised me after all.

It seemed like forever before I was healed up enough for service again. Just enough that the bruises would be fresh and the pain new. I saw the sly looks and murmurs but thought nothing of it. I didn't bother to complain as they led me to my shackles. It would do me no good. I would still be hanging there in the end. I would still be used as his toy, no matter how much I screamed or cried.

Little did I know what would await me that day. Perhaps I would have put up more of a fuss. Perhaps I would have cried a little. Perhaps not. When the door opened that day, it was unfamiliar footsteps that walked across the floor. It was an unknown laugh that reached my ears, and it was an unknown face that came around to look me in the eye. I looked back in surprise. This was not him. Why was this not him?

"Great. An ugly one. Look at you. You are disgusting. What a piece of sh*t. Looks like you are a used up piece of dog sh*t they are trying to unload. What do you say, boy? You want me to end your sorry life? You want me to stop that sh*tty beating heart?" He growled as he paced in front of me, cracking his knuckles menacingly. I just stared at him lifelessly. I was taught not to make a peep, so that is what I did.

This did not please this new customer though. No indeed. As he struck me, he hissed and growled in frustration as I took every punch without a word. That made him grab a flogger, then a chain, then a baseball bat. Harder and harder he struck in his efforts to make me cry out. I didn't understand though. I thought that he really did just want to end me.

I felt my breaths get shallower and the blood dripped from body like a leaky faucet in an old abandoned building. The lights flickered in my vision as the pain ramped up too quickly. This man had no finesse. He wanted instant results. He wanted to beat me to death and call it my fault. He yelled at me and hit me even as I flickered in and out of consciousness.

I heard yelling. The door banged open and there was an argument happening right inside the room. I couldn't follow it very well. Something stood out though. It was his voice, and it was very angry. Finally, a reaction was wrested from me as I shivered in fear. I felt tears trickle down my face, blinding my already swollen eyes from his figure. It was better that way, after all he liked my unseeing eyes waiting for his pleasure.

"M... M... Master." I barely managed the words from my busted mouth. I could taste the blood on my lips as I panted and waited for him to see me. I felt a gentle hand on my face and his curses flowed freely right in front of me. I leaned into his hand, desperate for his careful and sinister touch. I never thought I could ever miss him, yet here we were. Death was not better. Not when it was so close and so excruciatingly painful.

"Hello beautiful. I am sorry I was late. Let's get you home, shall we?" I didn't register his words as strange. It wouldn't occur to me until later that I was leaving one hell for another. I felt my body drop carefully from the ceiling and I was strapped onto a board. It was a blur of ice and bandages yet again. I was getting used to this now and that was truly a terrifying thought.

There were more arguments and I saw fear on the eyes of the ones who usually cared for me. Hah, kept me alive I should say. I was washed down and then they brought me to a tiny crate with bars. I was told to get in. It was difficult to do with all my injuries, but I squeezed myself inside and they locked the door. I traveled who knows where in the dark, naked.

I was let out hours later, or days even since I had no sense of time. All I knew was that I was away from there and here was even more terrifying. Here was in a cold basement of a large house, gauging by the size of the room and the locks on the doors. Here was in a different sort of torture chamber, one that was custom outfitted by its owner for their particular desires.

I didn't know the names of the contraptions that stood on the floor or hung on the walls. I knew they were expensive, homemade, and my future. I was pulled from the crate to lay on a mat on the floor, not daring to look up at the men who carried me in or the man who ordered them to. I could hardly breathe from the bruises on my body and broken bones that were simply wrapped to keep from bending.

New keepers tended my wounds. New people fed me. I was still a thing. A broken toy. Nothing but a possession. Now I was his though, instead of theirs. Was that a good thing? I didn't know. I didn't dare to hope. I was there for one thing after all. For him to relieve himself upon. I healed, I rested, I waited until he needed me. I was alive and I was needed.

"Hey beautiful, want to play?" I heard him whisper in the dark. My heartbeat sped up and I licked my lips. He was here. I felt the softness of a silken blindfold drape about my eyes and I sighed in familiarity. This felt better. This was expected. I felt hands guide me to a contraption and the straps dug in snugly to hold me in a familiar place. My arms were lifted and my knees held apart as I anticipated the next move.

"So quiet, my boy. Such a good boy." I heard his praise from close by and didn't even flinch as his cold hands ran across my battered body. He pressed the bruises gently, cooing gently when I didn't make a sound. I felt the slick of lubrication and the firm touch of him bringing my c*ck to life. It was strapped in firmly to keep from exploding just in time.

He kept stroking it, ramping me up with pleasure until I felt my tears squeeze out into the cloth. Then it was left to throb and hang in front of me, forgotten. I felt his hands check my piercings for damage and then tug at them carefully. I bit my lip as my sore nipples were pulled at. He snickered and I felt sudden worry at the silence. Then my lip was being pulled and clamped, before being stuck through with a needle.

He pierced my lip, keeping me from clamping my mouth without pain or biting my lip without jogging the ring. Then he brought out his flogger and paid my body his special attention. I couldn't help a few timid whimpers that escaped my lips. He was firm as his leather came down on my d*ck and chest. He pulled at my balls from underneath using the bar he put there.

"They told me you took that beating without a sound. I am so proud of you, my beautiful. What a good slave you are. What a good toy, taking your beating like that for me, just the way I like it. I should give you a special treat. Don't you think?" He stroked my body with a bag of ice that gave me chills and his words made me shiver in anticipation.

I felt him poking at my butt with something and jerked a little as it slid inside. It was the snake. It went deep inside me and then he taped it in. I felt the small tool at my front, poking into my d*ck-hole and sliding down where it felt full and tight. A bit of cumm seeped out as he thrusted it in and out of there. It was licked away before the device was switched on.

My body was tense as it strained from being full. I felt a harder flogger start on my body, the leather stiffer and the snaps flicking down harder on my sensitive skin as he walked around my body. I felt his eyes watching, waiting for something. He cracked down across my arse and I arched into it. I gasped as it came down on my front and bucked from the feeling.

I heard him chuckle but I was lost in the feelings. I bit my lip and tasted blood as the sharp pain reminded me that I shouldn't do that. I felt his hands fondle my straining c*ck and stroke my bruises lovingly almost. I sighed and he ripped the snake out of me in one go. I shuddered and gasped quietly as his hot meat replaced it. I felt his thrusts inside me jolting the sensitive nub inside as he slapped my sides to keep me tense and writhing.

His hand pulled at my mouth and smeared my drool and blood across my face. He pulled out the vibrator and I heard the 'tink' of it as it hit the floor. I felt him release my c*ck and his hands roughly pumped it as he finished himself inside me. I felt my own cumm flood out onto the floor in a gush as his leaked from my hole. He seemed angry and slapped me harshly.

"Next time wait until I give you permission to cumm. Understand?" He held my jaw tightly and I nodded. His hand went about my throat and I felt him squeeze it, testing how hard he could go before I started to wheeze. I felt myself being lowered and thought perhaps I was done for the day. I was not. I was simply taken to a table where I was laid on my chest and my legs were tightly strapped apart.

My arms were stretched out in front of me and secured uncomfortably over my head. I was face first into cold, hard metal. Then I heard movement behind me. It was unfamiliar, these new sounds, and I couldn't make out what was happening. I felt a toy against my backside and it slid inside partway. Then I heard a hum and it slid in the rest of the way, making my back arch in the sudden filling.

It was a machine. As it hummed the toy attached slid out and back in again, at a steady pace. It never slowed, never quickened, never fully pulled out and slammed in hard at the same spot over and over. At first, it was tolerable. Then it was irritating. Then it was maddening. It was not fast or hard enough to do much to excite me, only changing angle if I managed to shift my body, and never ending.

"M... Master?" I whispered to the darkness outside my blindfold. There was no response. Hours, minutes, or seconds went by without me really knowing what was going on. It got drippy and sore from the constant thrusting and I was whimpering from the pulling against my skin. I didn't like it. I sobbed in frustration as I was just left there to endure this.

"P... Please...." I begged quietly to the darkness. No one answered. I was hard and cold. I was horny and hurting. I was helpless. I was his.