Party Time

The time of year I dread the most is my captor's birthday. He even makes me celebrate his birthday year, which lasts all year. Singing happy birthday whilst you're being sodomized with various objects is not my idea of a good time but its something I've had to endure and something that I'm now quite used to.

My captor threw a big party for his birthday and the changing of his birthday year. He invited his fellow captors and I was tied to a scaffolding and humiliated in every way possible. My sphincter has now lost all elasticity and I fear that it may never recover. Without a functioning sphincter I really fear for my life because my captor will have no further use for me. But I suppose as long as my mouth, nostrils, ears and armpits still work I will stay alive. I must rest now, I've got a long road to recovery...