Descent of a No-Limits Sub

After I was released from the room, George and Susan got to work acquainting me with the home and where I'd spend most of my time. It was a palatial manor with hundreds of room and gorgeous decorations. My extremely sexualized appearance felt completely alien to it, and my leg chains dragged across carpet and marble alike. It appeared they had added some rubber-like elements to the contact points of the chains so it wouldn't damage the floor. They had really thought of everything. I looked at them pleadingly with my mouth still locked up. This was too much... it was what I had written on my application sure, but this was so extreme. I saw the occasional worker as they gave me a tour - and that's when I saw my first fellow 'colleague'.

A heavily pregnant woman walked around with some bondage elements but much less drastic than I. She saw us coming and she gave a curtsey and went in a different direction. George spoke, "I'm sure it won't surprise you to hear you're not special toy. You weren't even the one who paid us the most to become our belonging. The woman you just saw has a pregnancy fetish and came to us to have child after child while being owned by us, and we were happy to oblige. Your application was so interesting to us, because we wanted to have some truly worthless trash to abuse." He smiled and slapped my ass which caused me to shudder and peak with an orgasm that the still vibrating dildo had been nurturing as I walked slowly dragging the chains. I moaned through my gag.

Finally we got to their bedroom, of which they opened the door and led me inside. "This is where you'll spend probably about half of your time here with us." Susan said smiling. "As we get you trussed up, we'll explain how things will work from now on." At the foot of their bed there was a large metal frame attached, which had a large rectangle and several metal rods that were each curved in different angles, it was quite complex. They helped me up into it, and I realized it was a kind of bondage frame that would hold me in place vertically with my arms held in a tight crimped angle and my legs bent and spread wide. I grumbled as they finished clasping on the remainder of the restraints and some pads to avoid the pressure from my own weight bruising me too badly. When it was all finished and the chains also affixed to the frame it looked like I was a toy in a box, floating in a metal framed rectangle. I grunted and shifted slightly as Susan spoke.

"This frame is where you'll spend at least 8 hours each night, sometimes more if we don't want to bother taking you out. Sometimes we may let you watch TV with us, but usually not." As she adjusted some settings, the frame flipped horizontal and i realized my exposed ass was at hip level. "George will probably fuck you at least once each night, but he has been known to fuck in the morning too. You may even get to see us fuck, lucky cuck you!" As she spoke, she traced my "TOY" tattooed on my forehead. Just then George removed the throbbing toy from my ass and began pounding into me roughly, making me grunt into my sealed off mouth.

He thrusted again and again showing off his stamina even after just recently plowing me. I grunted as my nippled piercings shifted back and forth and I looked at Susan pathetically. I'd cum again, but the sound was now more strict and no cum leaked out. He pushed balls deep into my asshole and unloaded his seed into me, leaving me gasping through my nose. As he pulled out and I oozed his cum, he collected some and whiped it across my face, disgracing me. They righted the frame.

They replaced my buttplug and began attaching some small hoses to my buttplug, sounding tube, and gag between my lips. "Each night, we'll let you relieve yourself and have some fun watching you squirm." George said. "You'll also be able to drink as much of this nutrient liquid we've made for you, just suck on the tube." I did so and immediately felt the liquid being forced right onto my tongue in the gag. It tasted exactly of cum and I winced, even though i enjoyed it I hope that wasn't all I could have. George snickered as he pressed some buttons on his phone. 

Suddenly I screamed into my gag as I felt warm liquid being pushed not only into ass, but into my bladder, making me stretch and feel impossibly full. As I looked down I could see my stomach distended slightly, and then more and more as the water continued. I look at them still moaning loudly as I begged them to stop with my eyes. George laughed and patted my swollen belly. "You'll experience this at least once a night, sometimes more as we clean you out. Sometimes the water will be warm, as hot as we can safely make it, or ice cold. Since its your first day I figured we'd be nice." He laughed as he tugged on my nipples before leaving to the bathroom with his wife, leaving me moaning and panicking. Finally the water stopped making me feel like I was going to explode.

I grunted loudly trying to get their attention. This was so painful and uncomfortable! I needed help! Finally they came out, ready for bed and lay on the bed looking at me. I squealed in discomfort, begging for them to help me with my eyes. Susan spoke. "We've decided, this will happen each night. You'll be filled up with water and then it will slowly be released until your empty, until it refills you with different water, ongoing each night, its too fun to watch you squirm!" She laughed as I thrashed around. "Dont worry, I'm sure you'll get used to it!" She said evilly.

They turned off the lights and I did start to feel the water pressure lessen slightly. George spoke, "Do be quiet, if you wake me ill punish you even further."

That's how the first day at the manor ended.

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Each day, after they'd woken up, they'd take me out of the frame, and do a variety of tasks with me. I got very little sleep as the restarting enema cycles would happen nearly each 1-2 hours. But being horrified of what more they could do to me, I was quiet each time. True to his word, George would fuck me each morning and night, they showed no interest in my mouth, but used my ass relentlessly. I was sure the treatment they'd given me had already changed my asses tightness dramatically. They'd sometimes apply nipple suction cups to my tits after giving me another injection.

Most days I'd go with a George to his office while he worked and be available for him to fuck if he wanted, but sometimes he'd have me give him an idle hand job. I craved being able to give him oral, but had no way to communicate with him. When I went with Susan during the day she would typically just have me follow her and do embarrassing things for her. Sometimes she'd step on my or sit on my face, just to dominate me. My cock was often hard and pressing into the spikes, and I was actually becoming exhausted from the many orgasms the enormous plug and fucking gave me each day. Finally at the end of this first week, they gave me my first opportunity to speak.

As I was affixed to the frame and the water began filling me up they started the lengthy process of removing my lip piercings and removing the gag, which required deactivating the suction and unhooking the tongue lock. "So Toy, how has your first week been?" Susan said smiling.

I'd been thinking all week about what to say. "Mistress and Master, thank you for giving me the experience I requested. I wish I could request less enemas and I wish I would be allowed to use my mouth more to serve you..." he said carefully. He knew he had no way to negotiate his freedom. "Is there any way to negotiate my release Master and Mistress?" He said tentatively.

Both of them looked at each other for a moment. George spoke first. "No, your enemas will continue. And because you were so rude to ask, they will remain at maximum fill size for an hour before draining at half the speed each night." He changed some settings on his phone.

Susan spoke next. "George has mentioned he'd like to use your throat a bit, but I have no desire to have trash like you near my pussy. We have a solution for this we'll apply shortly. Lastly-" She said before George returned.

Each of them reached down and grabbed each of my testicles and gripped firmly. "You belong to us toy, and you are never getting free of us. This is only the beginning brat." Susan said biting. She leaned in. "But that's what you want isn't it?" She said softly into my ear. I came again.

George laughed. "You mentioned you wanted intense noncon, but this is still what you want huh?" I didn't hear them, the intense fetishist bliss i was in was too much. From this night onwards they kept the pumps on my nipples each night to develop my tits.they replaced my tongue gag with a strange ballgag that filled my mouth in a very similar way, but had a large circular hole in the front and held my mouth open wide enough for it, turning my face into a fuckhole. They then attached my lip piercings to the gag flesh so it looked like it had been stitched onto my face. Finally they put a small plug gag into it thay clicked shut with a locking sound. That night George fucked my mouth, a rare treat instead of him most consistently fucking my ass.

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Now a full month had past. They continued go check in on my occasionally over the next 3 weeks, but I had less to say each time out of fear they'd make my situation worse. Finally at the end of the month they told me some new information. "Each month we're going to make some small adjustments and check your tattoo on your tongue to see if you're ready for the next step." They shortened both of the chains on my wrists and ankles by a link, and also replaced the plug gag in my mouth with a slightly longer plug that started to look like a short dildo gag. "It's not quite ready for your next trip to the special room, but its a start." After giving me my injections in my ass and tits, they adjusted the buttplug. I squirmed as I felt the base widen just a bit further as it continue to massage my asshole wider. My tits had now developed cute little peaks to them and they were able to take much thicker and heavier gauge piercings as well.

"Good night, Toy." The both said, and started going to sleep as my ass and bladder filled with cold water. Sometimes I deep down knew this was a mistake. That this couldn't last forever. I felt myself going insane, but there was nothing I could do to fight it anymore. I loved this. I loved the abuse, the dehumanization. How far would this go?