188. Captivity Meme!

[this_time_i_win]

THE CAPTIVITY MEMEYou've been captured - or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the choice has been taken away from you

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Handy | Doctor Who | can do smut, but would like to get some non-smut in

[bluesuit_handy]

7, not any verse

[ofdrumsthesound]

*Handy is in a pen, shackled to the floor. The Master grins at him and holds out a feeding tube.* Swallow this please, will you?

:p It's my Master who posted this, you know. :3

[bluesuit_handy]

[Handy leans away as far as he can, shaking his head. He's not even going to open his mouth to say "no," thank you.]

Yeah, I saw

[ofdrumsthesound]

I can just cut a hole in your throat if you prefer, but you're going to be fattened up one way or the other.

*He licks his lips.* You'll make excellent pâté, I think. If you're good I'll even let you have some.

I'm going to be gone for a couple hours after this tag, but I'll be around later tonight

[bluesuit_handy]

You can't!

[Shock and horror. Yup, that pretty much sums up his response.]

KK

[ofdrumsthesound]

*And as soon as he says it the Master shoves the tube in.* Now spread your legs so I can catheter you, please. If you cooperate I'll give you pen and paper so you can communicate with me. Maybe if you're very good I'll even hang out here sometimes and comfort you.

*He licks his lips.* I might even play with my food, would you like that?

back! and I'm never sure who's aware which accounts are mine :p

[bluesuit_handy]

[Handy gags and retches around the tube, shaking his head and trying to spit it back up. He struggles against the shackles, pushing his thighs together and trying to pull further away from the Master. He'd tell the Master about how incredibly inhumane this is, but all he can do is groan around the feeding tube.]

:D I posted at his, too :D

[ofdrumsthesound]

No, then? Really?

Oh, well. I was hoping to chat with you, but if you can't obey simple instructions I guess you're just livestock after all.

*He takes the anal tube and slowly pushes it in, lubing it up as it goes for easier entry.* Ooh, you like that don't you? You like taking it up the ass. I don't usually go in for livestock, but you're a handsome one.

You know, if I fuck you I'll go easy on you afterwards. *He pinches Handy thoughtfully.* Usually the livestock is butchered still living, for flavor, but I think you'd make a better stew. And being boiled isn't so awful, you go right to sleep. Do you want that?

hahaha, and Mister Master did not appreciate it :p

[bluesuit_handy]

[Handy's arse clenches and his toes curl, but there's nowhere for him to wriggle away to. He lets out more muffled noises around the tube in his mouth as he feels himself mercilessly stretched until both ends are stuffed full of tubing, his body reduced to an intermediary between one tube to pump food in and another to pump shit out.

He shudders at the pinch, giving the Master a pleading look. No, he doesn't want that. He wants these things taken out of him, and to be let up.]

Pffft, nah

[ofdrumsthesound]

*Just one more tube, then. The Master grabs Handy's penis and delicately threads one last, tiny tube up his urethra.* There. See you soon, livestock.

*And off he goes. Handy won't see him again until the feed tank is emptied, which could take a few days.*

[bluesuit_handy]

[He whimpers and finally lets loose a few tears when he feels that last tube. What did he ever do to justify this?

What's even worse than the physical torment, though, is the loneliness that sets in after the Master has left him. For someone as social and as intelligent as Handy, days spent alone in this little pen with nowhere to go, no one to talk to, and nothing to do except feel the food going into him and the waste coming out is pure torture. He'll be happy to see the Master again after even a day of that.]

[ofdrumsthesound]

*And aren't you unlucky, Handy! Because the tank was just filled, and it's a week before the Master comes back.* Aww, look at you! You're crying!

Sorry I took so long, I'm back now. And you've gotten plump already, great. You'll be ready for my table within the month. *He pinches and prods Handy for a bit.* You're going to be delicious.

Have you changed your mind about my offer yet? I'll even let you choose what kind of meal you become, would you like that? And all it takes is a bit of intimacy, which you could probably use.

[bluesuit_handy]

[He can't seem to stop crying. This time, he shuffles toward the Master, rattling his shackles and letting out more of those miserable, muffled noises. So long alone, and he's so scared of what's happening to him. He begs the Master with his eyes.]

[ofdrumsthesound]

*He nods and removes the tubing with one sharp yank.* Good boy.

How often would you like my . . . company? I can't come in more than twice a week, I'm a bit busy. If you'd like me to join you that often I can, though.

And how would you like to be cooked? The cooking will be done alive, mind you.

Is all the tubing out or just his mouth?

[bluesuit_handy]

[His poor voice is very hoarse when he replies, throat aching from a week of ill treatment.]

Please, Master - please, I don't want to be alone. Please don't eat me.

All of it :D

[ofdrumsthesound]

So you can talk! *He grins* Oh well, too late now. But you won't have to be alone. I'll be with you. And then you'll be with me.

If you prefer I could make you think it's an honor--most of the people on this planet do. I'd actually quite like you to lay yourself down on a platter with a smile on your face, it's a shame you probably won't.

Just pick a dish, any dish. I promise I'll make it from you.