“During the second phase, you will obey my commands out of fear. I expect you to obey me and failure to do so will be punished, and, as you are beginning to realize, I do know how to punish. Each punishment will be progressively more painful, more intense, and exceptionally brutal.”
There is nothing, nothing at all that she can do about anything. Never has she felt so vulnerable, frightened, or completely under someone’s control. She asked for this, fantasized about her submission and sought him out. She wanted a sadistic Master who would teach her how to derive pleasure from pain, but she did not know what she was really asking for. And now it is too late.
“I know what you are telling yourself. You think that this will never happen, that you will resist even getting to the second phase. Just remember, I have all the time in the world, and I promise that eventually you will break.”
He twists the dry plug and inflates it several times. Her ass cheeks clench and shudder to accommodate the expansion.
“When you reach the last phase, you will obey me because the only thing you want in this world is to please me, and because I made your 24/7 sex slave fantasy a reality.”
Reaching under her, he clutches her breasts and compresses them, burying his fingers deep into the pliable tissue.
“It is important for you to accept the fact that you have no rights – no rights at all,” he emphasizes. “You will do only what I allow you to do. You will feel only what I want you to feel. You belong to me now and exist only to serve me.”
The realization that he does not allow any infringement of his rules and lack of compliance is dealt with extreme repercussions is sinking into her addled brain. Zero tolerance. And his punishments are severe regardless if her mistake is purely accidental or intentional.
“Your future is a foregone conclusion. I own you. I control you.”
Frightened, she resists as he turns her head, slips a cock gag into her mouth, and then inflates it several times. The gag pushes at the back of her throat, choking her as it expands in her mouth. Pulling her head back, he slides a leather hood, fitting it to her eye sockets, nose, and mouth.
She cannot breathe. The mask blackens her vision, blocks her hearing, and closes her nose tight. Flailing wildly in fear, she searches to find oxygen but the mask is too tight. Her lungs burn, there is no oxygen in the mask to fill her lungs. He turns her head to the side and punches a clear thin tube up each nostril. She heaves trying to suck as much air as possible through the narrow tubes. And when her breathing is somewhat less labored, she realizes this relief is short-lived.
A valve sticks out on the back of the mask and he attaches a pump to inflate it until closes tightly around her head. Her brain is actually being compressed the mask is so tight. She cannot blink, smile, even crinkle her forehead.
Implanted in the mask are wireless ear plugs paired with his recorder. Loudly, startling her, his voice rings loud and clear and fills every crevice in her brain. Nearly at the same time, a red hot sizzling electrical impulse shoots up into her rectum and sends her body into spasms.
Several seconds later, the electricity stops but his voice, his tone, his words, collectively inspire fear and scare the hell out of her. Another brutal shock flows straight up her anal cavity and reaches deep into her belly, longer lasting and far more intense that the previous one.
Programming the controller, he leaves to rest for a few hours.
“Your cunt and ass are marvelous holes. Both are very pliable and can stretch to accommodate a wide variety of objects. Within a day or so, they shrink back nice and tight again.”
The audio reconditioning drones on and on. The voice, his voice, low and ominous, fills the void inside her head. Deprived of sight, sound, and her breathing restricted, she struggles to distract herself from believing what he is forecasting.
“You must be punished and I have decided what I am going to do. You are acting like a bitch so I shall treat you like a bitch. When I return, my best friend, Khan will be with me. I am going to slide the anal retractors into your behind and spread you about four inches wide. I am going to spoon prime canned dog food into your rectum until it is stuffed full.”
Sweat forms around her head and pools inside the mask. The two small breathing tubes feel like they may fall out so she struggles to remain very still and not jar them. Pounding heavily in her chest, her heart beat rises with each sentence that threatens her sanity.
“Khan has not been fed this morning so he is very hungry. Starving and discovering his favorite food, he will dig his snout into your anal cavity until every drop is licked out and consumed. His long sandpaper tongue will probe deep, lapping at every single crevice, slobbering and lubricating your ass hole while he sucks the last bit of his meal out of you.”
Panic devours her; her body goes rigid and her anal muscles clench closed for protection in expectation of the rectal spreader. It has been hours since he spread and tied her wrists to the headboard, belted her legs tightly together. The massive inflatable plug expands frequently and the electrodes regularly shoot jolts of electricity through her colon and deep into her belly.
“His entire meal will be heavily fragranced with your pheromones and as he eats; his cock will be growing longer, wider, harder. When he finishes his meal, he will lick your cunt juices all the while, inhaling the scent of his bitch.”
She gasps at the imaginary his story builds in her minds-eye. If she were not blindfolded, there is no doubt that her eyes are glazed with tears, her face hot, sweaty, and scarlet, and her lovely mouth curled into a snarl of abject fear.
“You will feel the anal retractor as I slowly pull it out of your ass, leaving a large gaping hole for Khan. That is your signal that he is preparing to take you as his bitch dog. Think about how he will eat his dinner, licking your nether region while his cock hangs heavy and slides up and down your pinned legs, soaking you with his pre-cum and building his excitement. When his hunger is sated, his manhood will be ready for pleasure. Khan will decide which hole he wants to fuck, either one is fine with me. But whichever hole he chooses, the fucking will be deep, brutal, and may even tear your opening as he plunges like a piston on a steam engine inside you.”
Heavy bolts of electricity lasting longer than normal scream up and down her spine. Her conscience thoughts focus on the agony of knowing what is to come, the suspense and fear makes her dizzy even though she lays face down. Terrorized, she makes funny noises; hyperventilating, whimpering, yet unable to communicate, unable to beg him to forgive her and not punish her.
“Khan is going to excite and arouse you, and then he will begin to hurt you. Oh yes, he will hurt you badly with his massive cock and his enormous knot wedged inside your hole, his hole, our hole.”
Getting ass-fucked, no, just being fucked or eaten out by an animal goes against every fiber of her belief system. It is taboo, a heathen act, and the lowest level of degradation possible. There is no way she can avoid this. He has decided that she is going to be Khan’s bitch. His voice continues to intimidate her.
Whines become more pathetic as she tortures herself, somehow thinking she deserves this punishment even as she hates this sadistic Master. The waterslide of emotions overwhelms her, but slowly, reluctantly, her cunt lubes up in anticipation of the beast.
Hours pass. His voice repeats every single nasty detail of what Khan will do with her. Whatever remnants of her sanity that existed before, are now gone. Her only image is Khan, a Siberian husky making her a dog bitch.
Feasting his eyes on the sweat-covered form before him, her body speaks volumes; trembling with fear, heart thudding loudly with anxiety, her sex seething with arousal. Startling her with his cold fingers, he pulls the plug from her behind.
Anguish from long-term sensory deprivation has hopefully left her more compliant. He gently kneads her buttocks, pressing his fingers deep into the well-defined mounds, pulling them apart to expose her hidden openings.
She knows what is coming. Everything he promised that will happen has so far happened. There is little doubt in her mind that his best friend, Khan is with him. Very shortly, his husky will choose an orifice and fill it with his doggy sperm.
Freeing her legs, he slides a foam wedge under her belly to lift her ass upwards. Thigh bindings are wrapped just above the bend of her knees and raised to connect with her wrist restraints secured to the headboard. Spread in a frog-like position, her womanhood is visible and vulnerable. The icy cold steel of the rectal spreader slips between her sore muscular anal opening. Deeply sucking air through the tubes into her lungs, she knows what is next as he places the tongs just inside her canal. The audio recordings told her what to expect and emphasized that she is powerless to stop him from proceeding.
Helplessly, she squeezes her butt cheeks but the anal spreader widens her opening with each turn of the screw, almost two inches. A tearing sensation takes root as her sphincter muscles stretch again, nearly three inches. Spreading until her rectal cavity is a gaping tunnel stretched the full four inches and revealing her intestinal tract opening as he shines his small halogen light inside her body to check for unwanted waste.
He spoons the thick chili-like mixture into her rectum, pressing it deeply and packing it into every crevice in her canal. Her body shivers from the coldness of the food and the fullness. She struggles to expel the offending substance but is unable to do so with the retractor holding firm.
Turning the audio reconditioning tracts off, she is alarmed by the sudden silence in her brain. He leans into her ear to ensure that she has no doubt what is going to happen.
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