She was nothing more than a creature to them. A toilet. Athingto be fed and watered when it suited them.
And still, she swallowed hard and fast, trying to stay ahead of the incoming stream, desperate to avoid the electric shock of failure.
Silas finished with a grunt and shook the last drops onto her tongue, not even bothering to aim. He tucked himself away, and she sagged where she knelt, the taste of his power still burning on her tongue. Her body trembled. Her soul curled tight. There was no strength in her spine, no pride left in her bones.
And they hadn’t even dragged her to the bottom yet.
How much lower could they take her? The thought twisted hot in her belly, half fear, half hunger. A shiver rippled through her as she wondered what was still waiting — how much more pain she could take, how much more shame they could grind her into.
Boone pushed his chair back, casual as if he were standing to stretch. “I need a toilet.”
Her body moved before her mind caught up. Crawl. Kneel. Mouth open. The collar snug around her throat reminded her there was no other option. He sat again, and his stream hit the back of her tongue. She swallowed, and her belly cramped with the pressure of too much, too fast. She gulped it down frantically, the only thought in her head not to fail. Not to spill.
By the time Kenny scooted his chair, she was already moving toward him, a thing in motion, an automated toilet responding to command. Her eyes watered, every swallow a struggle. Shewas beyond full. Miserable. Grateful they hadn’t fed her more, because she couldn’t have held it. Tears streaked her face, not from resistance but from effort.
When he scooted his chair back to finish eating, he gave her a number, and her body folded into child’s pose, wrists still clipped behind her.Kenny ordered her to “stay,” and she obeyed because there was no other option. She lay there, a creature restrained by the obedience they’d burned into her one agonizing jolt of lightning at a time, the clink of forks and scrape of chairs above her the only sounds in the room.
Boone finished first. His chair scraped back, and then his hands were on her again, dragging her up onto the same table they’d used togroomher. Only this time, a wedge was under her back.
They wanted her to watch whatever they did to her.
Boone strapped her down with cold efficiency, the goal clearly access, and her body betrayed her with every buckle. Breath ragged, muscles twitching, panic curled low in her belly — and still, the heat bled outward, swelling her already raw clit and cunt as if her nerves didn’t know the difference between terror and desire.
He pulled her legs up and out until her hips burned, knees splayed, arms secured near her waist. A thick strap pinned her chest just under her breasts so she couldn’t rise even an inch. She was a spread offering, displayed to the men in their chairs as if dinner had merely shifted courses.
The others took a little longer to finish their meals, and then they all retrieved items from a box.
Boone took his seat at the end of the table, between her wide-spread legs. He slicked his fingers and pressed two into her ass, slow but merciless. No warning, just thick intrusion into flesh already raw. Her body gave way with a twitch and a jolt. The stretch burned, and her hips jerked against the restraints. Thenthree fingers forcing their way in relentlessly, a quiet violence she couldn’t prepare for, fingers distending her hole, the ring of muscle fighting the invasion. Pressure that deepened, deepened,deepeneduntil the raw tissue sparked with fire.
Her bound wrists jerked, and agony bloomed. Her breath hitched but no sound escaped. More pressure, and the stretch became a breach. Her body tried to buck, but the restraints held fast. Her cunt throbbed, her ass burned around Boone’s fingers, trembling as the pressure swelled inside her. No commentary, no gentleness, just the steady, inevitable stretch of flesh that could do nothing but yield.
Beside her, Kenny stood over her chest, metal glinting in his hands. He fixed the tit-tree into place, clamps biting deep into her nipples until her back arched hard against the straps. No words, just the bite of steel and the stretch of skin until her breasts were forced into sharp peaks, and then he stepped back like a craftsman appraising his work.
Silas approached and commented, “I do love seeing tits distended on a nipple clamp tower. Please tell me you’re only getting started.”
“Worry about your own body part,” Kenny told him.
A cruel smirk formed on Silas’s face, and he sat near her hips. His fingers worked quickly and without ceremony, pinning her clit hood back with a clamp that left her most sensitive flesh exposed and throbbing in the open air. Then he held a metal ruler poised over her, tapping it once against his palm before bringing it down in a flick across her swollen flesh. A sharp sting, bright as lightning. Her body jerked, convulsed, chest heaving against the strap, mouth open in a scream that never formed.
A chime sounded. Kenny lifted the violet wand and touched it to the top of the tower. Electricity surged, the clamps biting into her nipples like teeth, shocks snapping through nerve and skin. Agony detonated in her chest, white-hot and immediate, stealingbreath before it formed. Her vision blurred, stars bursting behind her eyes. She convulsed, body straining against the restraints, and before she could even catch a breath, Silas bent the metal ruler back and snapped it against her clit again. Pain lanced upward through her spine like lightning routing through every nerve pathway, and her mouth dropped open in a silent wail.
Silas clipped a vicious little alligator clamp directly on her exposed clit, the teeth biting in so sharp her whole body jolted against the table straps. The pain was immediate, savage, a red-hot spike that turned the world to static. Her ass clenched around Boone’s fingers in reflex, four fingers now, the unrelenting stretch a raw ache. The chime sounded, Kenny touched the violet wand to the metal tree braced against her chest, and electricity tore through her like shrapnel. Lightning seared her nipples, the spark crackling hot, sharp as broken glass, and she convulsed helplessly between them. No voice. No escape. Just pain stacked on pain until the edges of her mind began to fray.
Silas leaned in close, eyes locked on the tiny nub he’d trapped. He spat, let the saliva drip down onto it, then rubbed mercilessly with the pad of his thumb. The clamp held, dragging, grinding the spit into fire, and when her body started to twitch toward the edge, he removed the clamp. Seconds later, the ruler bent back, snapped down flat against her clit — pain detonating all through her pelvis, radiating into her ass, into the fullness Boone was prying wider and wider. She bucked, strapped down and helpless, mouth open in a soundless scream, only for Kenny’s chime to ring again, another bolt of electricity punishing her tits before she’d even half-recovered.
And somewhere in there, Silas snapped the clamp back on her clit with a bite that stung through her whole body, the ache sharp and vicious.
The rhythm of it was unbearable — steady ritual from Kenny, chaos from Silas, her ass ruthlessly pried wider by Boone’s relentless fingers.
Silas flicked the clamp free, but cold glass immediately replaced it, the rim sealing hard against her skin. Her eyes went wide because she knew that pump, the one he’d used in the bathtub, but this wasn’t the same game.
The first squeeze dragged her clit upward, a slow, merciless pull that stretched the swollen flesh inside the clear chamber. The suction didn’t tease, itclaimed, sharp and obscene. Another pump, harder. Her clit throbbed, inflamed and hypersensitive, distending with each pulse of her heartbeat. The skin pulled tight and bulbous, nerves flaring raw, twitching helplessly with every pulse of her heartbeat.
Silas didn’t slow, didn’t soften. He kept squeezing until it bulged grotesque in the glass, engorged and angry-red, shuddering like it wanted to burst. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t look anywhere else. Her clit looked monstrous, obscene, her body reduced to raw flesh on display.
The chime rang again. She flinched before the wand even touched her, body jerking in helpless anticipation, chest heaving as if that would soften the blow. It didn’t. The jolt ripped through her nipples again, white-hot and ruthless, a scream of current ripping outward from twin points of fire. Her back arched against the straps, every muscle seizing, her vision swimming with fractured stars. Nerve endings flared bright and furious, the clamps biting down harder with each pulse of energy, as if the electricity itself refused to let her go, but Silas wasn’t ready to be upstaged as he continued with steady, brutal squeezes. No mercy, the vacuum kept sucking, the pressure burned, nerves screamed.
Silas grinned, twisting the pump once more for good measure. “Pathetic little freak’s growing a cock for us.” His voicedripped with mockery, each word another lash. He locked the seal and stepped back, leaving her clit swollen huge, burning, throbbing. A specimen under glass, her shame magnified with every twitch.
