But I don’t want this. I don’t want… I whimper as she stands over me, as she sticks the needle into my neck with a brutality I know is unnecessary. And as the contents seem to slither into my veins like a cold poison, I feel everything turn fuzzy, feel the edges of my perception turn to grey and then to black.
No. No. Nooo.
I scream out, I scream with a terror I’ve never felt.
I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t… but she still shocks me, still hurts me.
Just like the man did.
She shoves the prod into me, brutalises me as she thrusts it over and over and I’m begging, screaming, pleading for her to stop.
“You have to enjoy this, Dog.” She says, her voice so fucking serene, so out of place for where we are.
It hurts too much. It feels like she’s ripping me in two.
“Your body is a thing to use. You have to learn to enjoy pain as well as pleasure.”
My eyes roll back. I think for one blessed moment that I might just pass out but then she’s leaning over me, slapping me so hard it’s like my soul is dragged back into my body.
“Your cunt is for your Master’s pleasure, however he decides to take it.”
Fire explodes inside me. That probe shocks not just my pussy but insides, my uterus, it feels like she’s burning my organs up.
“You will enjoy this.” She says, sounding like a demon now, sounding like a thing possessed. “Your body will learn to take whatever it is given, will learn to embrace it all like the eager little cumslut you are.”
I can’t cry, I have no tears left.
I try to scream and the sound rips, it tears at my throat in such a way that I know my voice is broken too.
I am broken.
And I want to die. I want to die so badly.
Please, just make it end. Make it all end.
But it doesn’t. Mistress just keeps fucking me, keeps brutalising me, raping me over and over with that same cattle prod.
“That’s it, come like the whore you are.”
Salvia drools down my face. My body is splayed, stretched. I feel like I’m on some medieval torture device, some sort of rack, but it’s not secrets they want from me.
A toy is rammed down my throat, locked in place with a leather gag that presses into my head. It’s so big I can barely breathe, and I’ve already vomited on it more times than I can count.
Of course, vomiting earns me a punishment. The toy in my arse gets stretched a little wider every time I commit such a cardinal sin. I think my arsehole is so big now you could fit an entire fist up it.
Mistress is kneeling over me, the leather of her trousers brushing against the naked exposed flesh of my legs. She’s forcing a toy into my vagina that’s ridged in a way she tells me is meant to make my insides bleed.
Apparently, men like that. Apparently, my master will especially enjoy that when he fucks me.
Does he want to pretend I’m a virgin again? Or does he want to imagine his cock is so big it can cause that much damage when he penetrates me?
There’s a vibration on the end of it. It’s a monstrous thing, meant to confuse my insides, meant to trick me into believing I’m enjoying this, that I want this.
At first I cried and I begged for mercy beneath the cock in my mouth, but Mistress was quick to teach me that my wants, my opinions don’t matter in this.
“You’re going to do it.” She hisses, all but punching me with the ten-inch monster. “Stop fighting it and embrace what you are.”
I whimper, feeling the horrific pain shoot through my chest. She bound my breasts, bound them so tightly I think my piercings might actually drop out. My flesh has turned from an awful purple to something close to black now. Will my Master want me if I’m titless? Is that some weird kink he has?
