And while this probably wasn’t better than the cage, Kenny’s instincts had told him not to put her back in.
Silas was already at the stove, throwing together the fast version of his skillet lasagna. He had his homemade sauce from the freezer he could heat, noodles that would cook in the sauce, ground meat, and lots of cheese to add at the end.
“I need one of you to drive to the store and buy a dog bowl while I cook,” Silas said. “An actual, stainless steel dog bowl. Maybe with a dog print on it, if they have one.”
Kenny looked at Boone, who nodded and left.
“The harsh treatment ends tonight,” he told Silas. “She’ll have days of some harsh trials, but we stop calling her a lying whore after tonight. Whores who lie, Cunts who can’t be honest with their owners… do you see the difference?”
Silas sighed. “I do. Not sure I agree, but I’ll follow your orders.”
“We can still be a little aloof, but no more anger. Matter-of-fact. Interrogations will be over for me and Boone. You’ll have your firewood-on-the-skid where you can interrogate if you want, but that’s it.”
Boone returned thirty-five minutes later, just in time for them all to sit down together to eat.
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Silas washed the dog bowl when they finished eating. He put a full portion of the lasagna in and cut the noodles into bite-sized pieces. Made sure it would be humiliatingandedible.
He knew Kenny wasn’t completely on board with the dog bowl, and he appreciated that his Alpha was giving it to Silas and his wolf.
He also appreciated Kenny reeling him back to keep him from going too far.
By the time they made it upstairs, she’d been relentlessly, slowly fucked by two dildos for an hour and thirty-five minutes. A torment she couldn’t escape and couldn’t enjoy. Both had been well-lubed to start but were probably in need of more.
Kenny turned the machine off while both dildos were still inside her.
She looked up at Silas with watery eyes, face flushed, drool in a line down her chin all the way to the table. Tears soaked her cheeks and the gag strap.
He loosened the strap and gently took the ball out of her mouth.
And then he took the ponytail out and fluffed her hair around her face before he set the bowl on the table where she could bend down to it.
“You’ll lick the bowl clean in twenty minutes. You won’t like what happens if you don’t.”
She whimpered. Nodded.
And when she leaned forward, back forced into an arch, her face down, she shifted both holes on the dildos. And again coming back up. The slow friction forced her to fuck herself to eat.
He folded his arms. Watched.
Her face and hair got messier with each bite. Sauce on her cheeks, chin. Coating her hair.
Perfect.
He moved so he could see her face better.
“This is where lying gets worthless, deceitful cunts. Youwearyour shame. Youtasteit. You work for every motherfucking bite.”
She whimpered again, humiliated beyond reason, but he saw the obedience in it. The submission. The way her body accepted it.
And fuck, a sick part of him wanted to unzip and piss all over her face when she finished, use the heat and acid to wash the sauce from her face and hair.
But he didn’t need Kenny to tell him that would take it too far.
Most submissives or slaves or whatever she was had to be broken in. They’d kind of done that the first week. Not really, but the beginnings of it. These next couple of days would be part of that. Breaking her down so they could build her back up.
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