To Have and To Hold

What follows is a rough log of Lina’s track record at playing games during the first few days of her new life. Rejected game suggestions have not been included.

During this period, Lina will find that keeping track of time proves impossible. Sometimes Lyle will let her sleep, directing her into an empty metal drum that still smells faintly of chemicals and then sealing the top shut. The old Lina would have found it claustrophobic torture, wedged upside down in dusty, acrid smelling darkness with her limbs crammed together. The new Lina will often be asleep before her captor has even finished sealing her in.

She’ll have no idea if those rare rests last minutes, hours, or days. While they offer her body a chance to heal the physical damage, they do absolutely nothing for her frazzled mental state. To her perception, her sleep periods last a couple seconds at best, barely more of a respite than blinking her eyes.

She will know that they can’t actually be that short, that Lyle must be using those times to sleep and eat, if nothing else… but it won’t feel that way. Not even a little. It will feel like she’s awake all the time, and her every waking moment is this hell where time is marked not in hours but in rapes. Rapes and “games”.

Lina will quickly learn that he has certain expectations around the games. She can’t just go down the list, hoarsely squawking every option until she lands on one he finds acceptable. She will get only a few chances, if any, to suggest ways to abuse her that might inspire him to put off her next rape. If she’s wrong about what he’s in the mood for - and she very often will be - he’ll stop paying attention and just rape her for hours on end.

She will know that this is a deliberate tactic on his part. That he wants her to focus on his desires, to carefully consider what would make him happy at any given moment. That he’s training her to be a better fucktoy once she breaks, if she hasn’t already. But that knowledge will do nothing to help her. It won’t stop the shame and disappointment when she fails to find a good request, or the relief and gratitude when she earns a few minutes free from his cock.

He will still wear a condom every time he rapes her lower holes, even showing up with fresh boxes after running through the existing supply. She’ll plead with him frequently to leave them off, promising that she would be more than delighted to take him raw. She will even do her best to come up with songs of her own about it. But eventually it becomes clear, even to her addled brain, that he has no intention of ever stopping. That for the rest of her time with Lyle, every rape of her cunt and ass will take hours, and end with another filthy smiley-faced baggie sliding down her throat.

Her sports top is already gone, but Lina will still wear her black leggings, minus whatever bits occasionally gets cut away. The back of her knee remains covered, the tracker safely hidden for now. Time and sweat will glue to the leggings to her like a second skin. They are soon covered with all sorts of stains and smell awful. All of her will. There are no songs about showers or baths or anything remotely involving getting to wash herself. She dares ask him about it once, and he laughs and says that he lost his sense of taste and smell in an accident long ago, so her stench doesn’t bother him at all. As for her new look - the dried plaster of bodily fluids on her skin, the filth encrusted in her hair, the putrid cesspit that is her mouth - he claims to find it sexy, and she’s horrified to hear the sincerity in his tone.

When her hair tie finally breaks and her ponytail falls apart, Lina’s relief will be short lived. Lyle has plenty more, and he prefers her with a fucktoy handle.

Georgia will still be around, always ready with the shears and the cigarettes, but otherwise on the peripheral. Lyle shows zero sexual interest in her now that he has a new toy to play with. He doesn’t even continue tormenting her in less direct ways; the brunette is shocked when he begins feeding her plain but real food at meal times, and escorts her to a bathroom when she needs to go. She’s even given a mattress to sleep on whenever she wants, though she has to be tied up first. While awake, she spends her time just kneeling in the corner, not daring to speak, certainly not trying to interfere, just passively watching her wife’s body and soul break down.

Every time Lina looks at her, she will hear more dark whispers, and it will take all of her will not to listen.

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “I need a bathroom break, sir, watch me squat to piss and shit! And if I’ve been a good dyke cunt, please let me gobble it!”

Result:

Other than the moments she lost control of her bladder, this was the first time Lina had been allowed to relieve herself. And as she was slowly beginning to realize, this is how she was always going to be expected to relieve herself from now on.

He made her smile while she squatted over the bucket, her ankles currently chained together and wrists handcuffed behind her. Removing the pipe cleaner from her urethra had hurt even more than its insertion, and it burned even harder as she released a stream of dark orange piss, finally sating her bladder’s insistent cries to be emptied. The last few drops were barely out before Lyle shoved a fresh pipe cleaner in its place, the second entry no less painful than the first.

Then it was the butt plug’s turn to be removed. It was her first time getting a good look at it: a long red dildo whose appearance struck her as bizarre. On the one hand, it seemed incredibly detailed, individual veins and bumps lining the shaft as though it was modeled after someone real. On the other, the general shape looked more stylized than real, straighter than a normal penis and with a sleeker head. Not to mention the fat stopper at the base, which had the same intricate flesh-like level of detail as the rest despite being completely out of place.

Lina must have worn her puzzlement on her face, because Lyle spoke up. “His name was Boone. He lived to a ripe old age, but after he eventually passed away, I decided my new manner of pet required too much time and attention to take care of another dog. Still, Boone always loved his bitches, and I thought he might appreciate the chance to share mine in spirit. That device has some special features too, but I’m sure you’ll find out about them in time.”

It was a silicone dog cock. He was using a life-sized or bigger model of an actual dog cock to keep her asshole sealed shut. Lyle Maccabee had shoved a fake dog cock, still warm and filthy from her ass, down her throat so he could sodomize her himself.

It was very nearly enough to make her puke into the bucket. The only reason she fought the urge was her anxiety about the upcoming second half of the “game”, words she would never have said to Lyle even after a million years under his thumb were it not for her bladder demanding the relief the first half had offered. This was the absolute worst time to risk putting her captor in a bad mood.

So instead of vomiting and then telling Lyle exactly what she thought of his twisted memorial to a dead dog, Lina just re-affixed her smile and pushed. In any other circumstance, she didn’t think she’d be able to defecate with someone watching, but with her bowels still stretched so badly, it all poured out with disturbingly little effort. The blonde was ashamed to realize that she probably would have soiled herself by now if not for the obscene anal plug.

When she was done, and Lyle had pushed that disgusting thing back into her rectum, Lina looked down at the soupy, foul smelling mess. He didn’t… he couldn’t really expect her to… she looked up at him, hoping that this game’s second half was just some sick joke, or a way to punish past kidnap victims who’d been misbehaving. To her relief, she was finally right for once. Lyle picked up the bucket without a word or any hint that he was disappointed it wasn’t empty, and put it away.

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Throat raped while lying on her back, Lyle sitting on her breasts.

Number of times passing out on his cock: 94

Fingers remaining: Left ring, left middle (one knuckle), left index, left thumb, right ring, right middle, right index, right thumb

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “Please tattoo your dyke, sir, to make sure we don’t forget! That I'm not a real person, I’m just your dumb dyke pet!”

Result:

Lina had no experience with tattoos, and Lyle made no attempt to be gentle as he wrote “GUTFUCK RECORD” on one cheek and “3 HOURS 17 MINUTES” on the other, after tearing holes for them in her leggings. He told her that he was looking forward to updating her record as often as he could during their time together.

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Ass raped on her knees with her head in an old abandoned toilet

Duration: 3 hours, 21 minutes (new record achieved, previous tattoo removed with a wire brush and replaced)

Fingers remaining: Left ring, left index, left thumb, right ring, right middle, right index, right thumb

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Cunt raped while on her back, zip ties on her wrists and ankles keeping her legs painfully spread

Number of cervix punches: 4950

Fingers remaining: Left ring, left index, left thumb, right ring, right middle (two knuckles), right index, right thumb

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “Please tease my little clitty, sir, until she’s fat and thick! Then leave her throbbing cutely while you’re pounding me with dick!”

Result:

Lina fought to keep her expression muted when Lyle agreed to the game, worried that he would change his mind if he saw how pleased it made her. She meekly shuffled behind him to a table, eyes downcast as he placed her on her back, resting on her cuffed wrists with her head hanging off the side. Then he used a three way chain to first secure her legs together under the table, and then connect them to the chain around her wrists, leaving her fairly immobilized from the neck down.

She already knew what to expect. She’d seen guys online boasting to anyone who’d listen about their prowess at orgasm denial. They’d brag about reducing girlfriends and wives into pleasure addicts with panting mouths and drooling slits who’d beg for permission to cum, and what those women had agreed to do in exchange for their “reward”. It was disgusting to see them talking about the women they supposedly loved as if they were animals to be trained.

Lyle seemed like exactly the kind of scumbag who would be into turning a woman’s own body against her, transforming her sexual pleasure into yet another way to torment her. She could easily picture him edging one of his victims for hours, then leaving them half-mad with frustration while he freely took his own pleasure from them.

But he had made a miscalculation this time, because there were two things about her that he didn’t know. For one, her clitoris had always been incredibly sensitive. Just a little stimulation was enough to drive her to orgasm, a fact that she had been very happy to take advantage of after puberty hit. And thanks to that and growing up in a home with thin walls, she’d also become very skilled at cumming without much outward reaction.

She’d used that particular skill to great effect with Georgia on their second date. The poor brunette had spent an hour tonguing her clit with increasing fervor, unable to figure out why her girlfriend wasn’t responding to her attention. She hadn’t been too pleased at first when Lina had admitted afterward to dozens of orgasms, but the blonde had spent the rest of the night happily making it up to her.

She had zero intention of giving Lyle that same honesty. The idea of being pleasured by him wasn’t exactly her favorite, but that was a small price to pay. If she played her cards right, that idiot might spend all day “torturing” her. Hell, even if he was done after five minutes, she was in no position to turn down a few free orgasms. And as long as he didn’t realize the truth, this game could be her secret oasis, a way to occasionally pause her otherwise nonstop suffering and afford a chance to relax. A small victory, but an important step on the way to more drastic resistance.

Lina was still mentally congratulating herself when Lyle pinched her clitoris between thumb and forefinger, and then tugged it straight up.

The blonde howled, chains rattling as she raised her pelvis off the table in an attempt to follow his hand. Even arching her back and straining every muscle in her body only brought her up a few inches, clit still visibly stretched and radiating waves of agony.

“Now what do we have here?” asked Lyle, pleased. “Does someone have an extra sensitive clit?” He tested his theory by twisting sharply, and the pipe cleaner in her urethra was all that stopped Lina from pissing herself. “It seems you do! Oh, you continue to be an amazing pet, Lina. If I’d had any idea how much fun you’d be, I would’ve chosen you instead of your wife back then. Make no mistake, Georgia has been a very capable fucktoy, but you…” He twisted her clit even harder in the opposite direction. “You are a genuine delight!”

If she could have managed it, Lina would have begged him to stop. She would have pleaded with him to rape her instead in any hole he liked, as long as he liked. But she was too busy screaming as Lyle yanked and twisted her clitoris every which way, basking in the agony he was causing.

The blonde whimpered in relief when finally, after what had felt like days of torture, she felt her captor’s cock slide between her lips. Being chokefucked for hours was still preferable to this. But something was wrong. Even as he begun to plug her airway, one hand using her ponytail to force her throat to swallow him down, his other hand continued tormenting her sore clitoris. If anything, the viciousness increased, as though his goal was to tear the small nubbin off of her body.

“Ohhhh,” Lyle moaned. “I never dreamed your throat could get this tight. You are a natural born fucktoy, Lina.” Her only response, which she would repeat hundreds of times that day, was to scream silently around his cock until she passed out.

Later, much later, she was limp as he undid the chains and flipped her onto her stomach, sliding her body until it was her lower half that now hung off the side. Even though he’d stopped torturing her clitoris after finishing down her throat for the third time, it still ached nearly as badly. She had no idea how long it would take for the pain to ease completely.

She would never find out.

When the alligator clip sank its jaws into her sore clitoris, Lina was too tired and hoarse to scream properly. That didn’t stop her from trying, though, eyes bulging and vocal cords straining in a whispered attempt to express the new heights of agony she’d reached. Heights that were exceeded mere moments later, when Lyle attached the weight to the other end of the clip. The jaws sank even deeper as gravity itself began yanking her clitoris as hard as Lyle ever had.

Even within all this uncharted agony, Lina still found room for terror when she felt Lyle grip her ponytail and kiss her stretched pussy with his cock. She wheezed as she tried to explain in a single panicked breath that he didn’t understand.

If it was possible, she would have taken her time to politely explain to him where he had gone wrong. She would have gracefully acknowledged that yes, fucking her was going to make that weight swing in the air, and yes, that was going to thoroughly torture her clitoris, and yes, the end result would be her pussy muscles squeezing him tighter than ever.

But then she would have gently pointed out that the negligible increase of pleasure on his end couldn’t possibly be worth the massive increase of pain on hers. Even a monstrous sadist like him had to understand that there were hard limits. That you simply couldn’t torture a person so severely for such a small reward. Not even Lyle Maccabee was capable of such absurd cruelty.

If she’d had the time and the breath, she would have passed all this along. And though she would never know it, Lyle would have agreed. Not for quite the same reasons, but he would have recognized that pushing his new pet so hard this early on risked breaking her completely. He was a monster, but only towards others, and he had no intention of depriving himself of what was shaping up to be wonderful years of happy ownership of his latest dyke fucktoy. Especially when he was growing increasingly certain that she was the best one he’d ever found.

But she didn’t have the time, nor the breath. And so Lyle happily fucked her over that table for hours.

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Cunt raped while hanging off the side of a table

Number of cervix punches: 5552

Fingers remaining: Left ring, left index, left thumb, right ring, right index, right thumb

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Cunt raped while hanging off the side of a table

Number of cervix punches: 4885

Fingers remaining: Left ring, left index (two knuckles), left thumb, right ring, right index, right thumb

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Cunt raped while hanging off the side of a table

Number of cervix punches: 5917

Fingers remaining: Left ring, left index (one knuckle), left thumb, right ring, right index, right thumb

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “Is it feeding time, sir? Make it kibble and fresh piss! That hearty crunch and salty broth, it’s culinary bliss!”

Result:

Lina barely hesitated to put her face in the dog bowl and start chewing, even though the movement sent her clit weight swinging and tugging fresh bursts of pain from her nub, and even though the dry kibble had smelled bad even before her captor had emptied his bladder over it. Her stomach ached from hunger by now. She’d resisted this particular game for as long as she could, hoping that he would feed her properly at some point. That he didn’t really expect her to beg for urine and dog food for every meal of the rest of her life.

But he did, and eventually, hunger overcame shame.

It tasted worse than it smelled, but after a diet of used condoms and cum, piss soaked kibble nearly qualified as actual food. She needed no encouragement to lick the bowl clean when she was done, desperate for every last calorie.

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Throat raped on all fours, while Lyle used one hand to pump her ass with Boone

Number of times passing out on his cock: 84

Fingers remaining: Left ring, left thumb, right ring, right index, right thumb

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Ass raped on all fours, while Lyle used one hand to pump her throat with Boone

Duration: 3 hours, 19 minutes

Fingers remaining: Left ring, left thumb, right ring, right index (two knuckles), right thumb

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “I need a bathroom break, sir, watch me squat to piss and shit! And if I’ve been a good dyke cunt, please let me gobble it!”

Result:

Lina was disgusted to find that he hadn’t emptied the bucket since she’d used it last, its contents now a congealed mass that managed to look and smell even worse than before. She did her business into it again, adding a fresher layer of filth that brought the bucket more than half full.

It occurred to her that if she was to… to do what she’d sang she would, it would take some time. Maybe even a couple hours if she went slow, and really… the word “savor” came to mind and her stomach heaved. No. She could believe all too well that there were other women in the past who had been willing to do that, but not her. She might be his captive, and she might have to play along with his sick games and desires, but she was still a human being. There were certain acts that she would never do, no matter the consequences, and eating her own… it was very high up on that list. At the very top, probably.

Still, as Lyle took the bucket away, she couldn’t get the thought out of her mind.

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Throat raped while face down over a stool, all four limbs bound to the legs

Number of times passing out on his cock: 103

Fingers remaining: Left ring, left thumb, right ring, right index (one knuckle), right thumb

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Ass raped while face down over a stool, all four limbs bound to the legs

Duration: 3 hours, 29 minutes (new record achieved, previous tattoo removed with a wire brush and replaced)

Fingers remaining: Left ring, left thumb, right ring, right thumb

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Throat raped while face up over a stool, all four limbs bound to the legs

Number of times passing out on his cock: 98

Fingers remaining: Left ring, left thumb, right ring (two knuckles), right thumb

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “Jumper cables on my titties, sir, would make me jump for joy! Let’s see if we can fry the dyke right out of this fucktoy!”

Result:

Still secured to the stool, Lina could only watch as Lyle approached with the car battery and try to swallow down her apprehension (along with the globs of cum that were still stuck in her throat). This particular game sounded significantly more extreme than the ones she’d done already. But aside from brief bathroom and food breaks, which he had agreed to at least partly out of the necessity of keeping her alive, he hadn’t accepted a single of the blonde’s requests in nine rapes now. It had become painfully obvious that he was waiting for a request like that, something to bring her submission to the next level.

I need a break. I need something. This isn’t submission, it’s tactics. I can’t save Georgia or myself if he fucks me to death on this damn stool. If nothing else, I need to him to stop swapping that… that goddamned dog dick between my mouth and ass.It was far from the worst part of her rapes, but it was one of the violations that stood out most in her mind. Even if she personally thought men’s cocks were repulsive - an opinion that grew stronger with every rape - Lina could at least acknowledge that being penetrated by one was a natural biological phenomenon, something that billions of people throughout history had considered a normal part of their lives.

Being penetrated by a canine shaped cock was not natural or normal. Lyle’s prick was far more painful and cruel, but it could never be quite as obscene as that plug. Especially when I have to keep tasting my… ugh! The thought was enough to make her stomach churn.

Lyle seemed even more chipper than usual as he rolled the battery closer. “I think this game is my second favorite way to use a car battery! I used to play it all the time with a fucktoy back in ‘08. She had this crippling fear of electricity, you see, so when she came up with this one herself, you can believe I was quite surprised! And the first time she… well, why tell you when you can experience it for yourself?”

When he let the alligator clip snap shut on her left nipple, the sudden pain was so startling and brutal that the blonde almost thought she was being shocked already, and the stool rattled as she flinched. After a moment, the pain died down - a little - but she could feel the metal jaws worry at her soft flesh with every breath. Lina let out a hiss of pain, trying to make her breathing as shallow and steady as possible. It was almost, but not entirely, completely ineffective.

It was the second clip biting into her right nipple that made Lina put two and two together. When Lyle electrocuted her, she was going to move. And when she moved, the clips would squeeze harder, making her move more, making them squeeze harder… She imagined this ending with her nipples literally chewed off, shuddered, and immediately regretted it when both clips gnawed at her.

“I had such a pleasant time over the years making this as unforgettable an experience as I could for her. And while I’ve played it with many other dyke fucktoys since then, I am sincerely delighted to share this particular experience with you, Lina.” To her surprise and disgust, he gave her forehead an affectionate kiss. Lyle Maccabee didn’t hate her, she realized then. In his own twisted, sadistic way, he might even like her. And why shouldn’t he? she thought bitterly. All I’ve done so far is show him a good time.

That was a path that didn’t lead anywhere good, and the blonde did her best to block it from her mind and focus on what Lyle was saying. “Depending on how well you play, this game can be over in as little as a few seconds, but no matter what, I won’t touch you for the next two hours. If you finish early, I’ll untie you from this stool and you may spend the remaining time however you wish. You can take a nap in your drum if you like, or just rest and relax out in the open here. I can even give you some privacy if you wish, though I would have to bind you first. Does that sound good?”

“Of course it does,” Lina muttered, trying not to show how badly she wanted that. Extra sleep, or time where she could just breathe and not be enduring yet another torment… both sounded incredible. “So what’s the catch?”

“Only that the game isn’t over until you succeed at your task. Every time you try and fail, or if you stop trying…” he tapped the battery. “A corrective shock, beginning at the lowest level and increasing each time. At first, it will barely feel like more than a little spark of static electricity. We’ll discover how you react to the higher ones together.”

Lina knew that she could be very naive, but this time, she felt like she’d finally seen the trap coming before it sprang. “And you decide if I did good enough?” she asked sourly. “Master?”

“Yes,” Lyle agreed mildly. “And you’re right, pet: I could judge your attempts as failures no matter how well you do. But I could also simply spend as much time as I like torturing you with this, and listening to you beg for mercy. Playing within the rules is what makes the game fun. And while I intend to spend the rest of your life being cruel to you in many delicious ways, lying will rarely be one of them. The truth is always harsher.”

Lina found herself actually believing him. Or at least, recognizing that she didn’t have much of a choice. If her options were to believe a lie and waste time attempting the impossible, or just giving up and assuming that nothing she did mattered, she’d rather have that false hope than nothing. “Then… what is the task, Master?”

Lyle grinned down at her. “Just give me a genuine smile while telling me that you love me.”

Lina stared back up at him hopelessly.

Zero minutes, zero seconds in.

“I.. I love you? *zap* That wasn’t a little spark, you lying piece of- *zap* Fuck! …Fine... I love you. *zap* “

5 minutes, 40 seconds in.

“…I love you. *zaap* …I love you. *zaap* …I love you. *zaap*”

15 minutes, 3 seconds in.

“If you would just turn it down a little, I could- *zaaap* I’m trying, you can see that I’m- *zaaap* I! LOVE! YOU! *zaaap*”

27 minutes, 52 seconds in.

“….i love you… *ZAAAP* ….i love you… *ZAAAP* ….i love you… *ZAAAP* ….i love you… *ZAAAP* ….i love you… *ZAAAP*”

47 minutes, 36 seconds in.

“Puh, please, Master, please just stop *ZAAAAP* I give up, please, I know I can’t, just- *ZAAAAP* *whimper* I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I- *ZAAAAP* *ZAAAAP* *ZAAAAP*”

1 hours, 13 minutes, 48 seconds in.

“….i love you… *ZAAAAAP* ….i love you… *ZAAAAAP* ….i love you… *ZAAAAAP* ….i love you… *ZAAAAAP* ….i love you… *ZAAAAAP*”

2 hours in.

“Better luck next time, pet. And while I have you like this, why don’t I show you my favorite way to use a car battery?”

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Throat raped while face up over a stool, all four limbs bound to the legs, jumper cables attached to nipples, shocked with high voltage at irregular intervals

Number of times passing out on his cock: 74

Fingers remaining: Left ring, left thumb, right ring (one knuckle), right thumb

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Ass raped while face up over a stool, all four limbs bound to the legs, jumper cables attached to nipples, shocked with high voltage at irregular intervals

Duration: 3 hours, 30 minutes (new record achieved, previous tattoo removed with a wire brush and replaced)

Fingers remaining: Left ring, left thumb, right thumb

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “Please pretty up my tits, sir, they need some new jewelry! Something you can yank and twist, while you happily fuck me!”

Result:

Lyle finally gave her the nipple piercings he’d promised, two iron rings that weren’t made to be removed. When he casually hooked a finger in one to lead her across the room, Lina screamed at the sharp agony the tug produced, like her nipple was about to be ripped off. When she realized his destination was the iron chains hanging from the ceiling, it took everything she had left not to sob.

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Cunt raped while suspended by her nipples

Number of cervix punches: 3277

Fingers remaining: Left ring, left thumb (one knuckle), right thumb

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Cunt raped while suspended by her nipples

Number of cervix punches: 4331

Fingers remaining: Left ring, right thumb

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “Please tattoo your dyke, sir, to make sure we don’t forget! That I'm not a real person, I’m just your dumb dyke pet!”

Result:

Lyle didn’t bother taking her down from her suspension as he wrote across her belly.

#1 SPERM BANK

NEW DEPOSITS ALWAYS WELCOME <3

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Cunt raped while suspended by her nipples

Number of cervix punches: 3809

Fingers remaining: Left ring, right thumb (one knuckle)

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Cunt raped while suspended by her nipples

Number of cervix punches: 3284

Fingers remaining: Left ring

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “Is it feeding time, sir? Make it kibble and fresh piss! That hearty crunch and salty broth, it’s culinary bliss!”

Result:

The first time Lyle had served her piss-soaked kibble, he’d given her a “friendly” warning that fucktoys weren’t allowed to use their hands to eat. She’d still had six fingers then.

This time he didn’t need to bother. Lina looked at her last remaining finger, the one Georgia had slipped a wedding ring on five years ago. Lina had no idea what Lyle had done to that ring. It didn’t matter, she supposed. Very soon she wouldn’t be able to wear it anyway.

The blonde put her head down and ate.

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “I need a bathroom break, sir, watch me squat to piss and shit! And if I’ve been a good dyke cunt, please let me gobble it!”

Result:

The bucket was nearly three quarters full. Lina stared at its disturbing contents with morbid fascination. It would take hours to go through all of it. Hours before she was done eating every bit of waste she’d expelled down here. Awful, humiliating, nauseating hours.. Before she was raped again. Before Georgia approached her with the shears again. So many hours…

Before she could commit to a decision, Lyle made it for her by picking the bucket back up. Lina whimpered.

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Ass raped while standing doubled over, nipple rings connected to the ground by twine. “By the time I untie you,” Lyle whispered in her ear as he began reaming her, “they’ll be all gone. Every last one. Isn’t that sexy, Lina? Which would you hate more right now: a quick finish or a slow one?”

Duration: 3 hours, 25 minutes

Fingers remaining: Left ring (two knuckles)

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Throat raped while suspended upside from ankles, nipple rings connected to the ground by twine. “Someday you won’t even remember what it was like to have them. But maybe you won’t mind. You don’t need them to eat from your bowls or shit in your buckets. You don’t need them to clench and choke around my cock. Fingers are vestigial on a fucktoy.”

Number of times passing out on his cock: 92

Fingers remaining: Left ring (one knuckle)

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Cunt raped on all fours, nipple rings connected to the ground by twine. “Just one more load, Lina. One more warm condom down your throat. Georgia, pet, get ready; I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

Number of cervix punches: 2243

Fingers remaining: None

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “Please let me lick your feet, sir, to show how much I care! Serving you is so much fun I’ll wag my derrière!”

Result:

Objectively speaking, this was easily the least unpleasant ordeal of Lina’s captivity. It was far from actually pleasant - the soles of his feet were black with grime when she started, the skin between his toes yellowed with fungus, and his toenails were so unkempt and jagged that she kept nicking her tongue and leaving blood smears on him - but she wasn’t being raped, tortured, or tattooed, and she had tasted much grosser things by now.

All she had to do was kneel on all fours, bob her ass from side to side, and smile up at him as she licked whichever foot was presented to her, the man himself relaxing in a chair while she worked. Lyle didn’t even seem concerned with making her finish the job quickly, content to let her take her time gently lapping away the filth.

That’s why Lina was so confused when she realized tears had begun rolling down her cheeks. She had survived everything up until now without ever allowing herself a single tear. She hadn’t even cried a little while ago when Georgia had finally cut off and cauterized the last segment of her last finger, and Lina had gotten her first look at the burnt stubs that were now her hands. Heroes don’t cry, they endure. To break down now made no sense. This was the kindest Lyle had ever been with her. If she was lucky, he might be generous enough to let her keep going for hours. Hours where all she had to do was prostrate herself and slowly, gently service her captor… Lyle Maccabee, a man who had been happily raping and murdering innocent women since before she’d been born…the man who had stolen her wife from her, replaced what would have been years of happiness with an endless nightmare of pain and degradation, who would someday soon repay her wife’s obedience with a grisly death… the man who intended to treat her the same way, subjecting her to horrors beyond imagining for the rest of her shortened life for no other reason than his own selfish sadistic pleasure…

Tears blurred her vision as Lina finally saw herself not as the hero of her story, not as a strong woman whose concessions so far were necessary tactics to preserve sanity until she could turn the tables, but as a defeated, fingerless slave. Even before her abduction, there was nothing and no one in the world she’d hated more than Lyle Maccabee, a sentiment that had blossomed during her captivity into a deep, venomous loathing that permeated her existence. She despised him more intensely than she had ever loved Georgia… and now she knelt like a dog to shake her ass and smile while she licked his feet.

The dam broke, and Lina began to sob as she finally accepted what she’d been trying so hard to deny: he’d won. He’d broken her. He wasn’t her captor anymore, he was her owner. And Lina… she was and would never be more than his latest dyke fucktoy, whose every waking moment revolved around making Lyle Maccabee as happy as possible.

Bitter frustration at her own helplessness choked her heart. Lina wanted to lift her head to the sky and howl in rage. She wanted to tear Lyle’s throat out with her teeth after crushing his prick into a bloody ruin with the fists she no longer possessed. She wanted every moment of suffering Lyle had ever inflicted on others to be returned to him tenfold, until what remained of his tattered soul was dragged down into hell. She wanted to die.

But instead she blinked the tears from her eyes, smiled up at her owner, and wagged her tattooed butt cheeks from side to side as she treated Lyle Maccabee’s feet to a tongue bath.

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “Please spank me good and hard, sir, and watch your fucktoy shriek! Next time you’re balls deep in my guts you’ll love my toasty cheeks!”

Result:

Lina’s stomach ached from holding the scrunched position: face up on the floor, jacknifed to leave her butt in the air and her feet on either side of her neck. She’d voluntarily positioned herself this way a few times in her old life, usually so she could enjoy the sight of Georgia eating her out, but back then she could keep her hands under her knees to ease the strain. With her cuffed wrists beneath her, digging painfully into her back, she had to rely entirely on her weakened abdominal muscles.

Lyle had demanded the position so that she could watch him spank her, and she did. Directly above her head, his balls and cock bobbed in the air as he put his whole body into the task. Only thin scraps of her leggings still covered her butt by now, leaving her owner with plenty of room to work with. Every open palm slap left a bright red handprint behind, and was immediately followed by another, and another, and another. The blonde had hoped this would take him longer, but already the handprints overlapped so much that her entire ass glowed hot and red.

An involuntary whimper escaped Lina’s lips when she felt the first drop of precum land on her face. Above her, more was dribbling from the tip of his cock, running down the shaft in rivulets before falling like rain onto her lips, her nose, her hair… Lyle wouldn’t like it if she closed her eyes, so she kept them open even as slime pattered directly onto her eyeballs, itching furiously and clouding her vision.

Please hold off just a little longer. You’re having so much fun spanking me, right? A few more minutes, just a few more minutes, please…

But Lyle was already rolling on a fresh condom, and circling around. One fist grabbed her ponytail, while his other hand pointed his cock downward towards her waiting starfish. Lina groaned as he yanked her head and drove into her with all his weight, crushing her jacknifed frame like a bug beneath him while his prick hilted in her bowels.

The impact was hard enough to knock the wind out of her, and Lina gasped for air. She found little, her chest compressed enough that she couldn’t manage a satisfying breath. Lyle’s head was right next to hers, close enough to feel his own hot breath on her skin, close enough that she could kiss him if she wanted; she’d rather eat more shit.

“Mmm, you were right, Lina,” he purred into her ear, compressing her body even harder as he rolled his hips against her bruised ass. “Nice and toasty!” His teeth bit her neck hard enough to draw blood and produce a surprised and breathless squeal. “I didn’t think it was possible, but I believe I’m going to enjoy your ass even more than usual this time.”

Long after he’d started, and long before he was finished, Lina was still failing to catch her breath, her face covered in a mask of dried precum, her neck tender from dozens of bites. And from the way Lyle kept groaning happily into her ear, his cock throbbing every time he crushed her against him, he’d been right again.

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Ass raped while crushed beneath Lyle’s weight and struggling to breathe

Duration: 3 hours, 42 minutes (new record achieved, previous tattoo removed with a wire brush and replaced)

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Ass raped while crushed beneath Lyle’s weight and struggling to breathe

Duration: 3 hours, 40 minutes

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “Is it feeding time, sir? Make it kibble and fresh piss! That hearty crunch and salty broth, it’s culinary bliss!”

Result:

“Little extra this time,” Lyle said, turning over the now empty bag of kibble to pour the remaining flakes and crumbs into her bowl. “Call it a treat for my good girl.”

Lina knew that she should feel only revulsion at the sight. That she shouldn’t feel gratitude to the man for adding what barely amounted to one more mouthful of dog food to her meal. But she did. God help her, she did.

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “Please tattoo your dyke, sir, to make sure we don’t forget! That I'm not a real person, I’m just your dumb dyke pet!”

Result:

Across her lower back, angled to be readable while she knelt and deepthroated him, he tattooed CHOKEFUCK ME AS LONG AS YOU WANT, I’M ALREADY A BRAINDEAD SLUT <3.

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Throat raped while kneeling, with Lyle enjoying how good it feels to yank on her nipple rings and make her scream breathlessly around his shaft

Number of times passing out on his cock: 110

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “My tits need you real bad, sir, please let them hug your hog! My fat pillows will stroke and squeeze, while I lap you like a dog!”

Result:

Her hands cuffed in front of her, she knelt with his shaft a hot throbbing bar between her tits. They still ached, but she didn’t let that stop her from using her hand stubs to crush them against his shaft, vigorously scrubbing up and down his length. Meanwhile, her cheeks bulged from fitting his entire mushroom head in her mouth, her tongue enthusiastically lapping every inch of it.

Lyle didn’t order her to look at him while she worked, or to smile, but Lina did both. She wanted to remind him that there were ways she could please his cock that didn’t involve ruining her holes. For that same reason, when he finished, spurting strands of thick goo into her mouth, she promptly swallowed all of it, and opened her mouth at the end to make sure he noticed.

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Cunt raped on her back, while begging him to enjoy her tits some more

Number of cervix punches: 6591

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Throat raped while bent over, her tits crushed in a vice

Number of times passing out on his cock: 85

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “Please tattoo your dyke, sir, to make sure we don’t forget! That I'm not a real person, I’m just your dumb dyke pet!”

Result:

USED CONDOM DISPOSAL tattooed on the right side of her face

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “I need a bathroom break, sir, watch me squat to piss and shit! And if I’ve been a good dyke cunt, please let me gobble it!”

Result:

As she felt the last of her feces dribble from her busted starfish, Lina knelt down in front of the bucket as quickly as she could manage, before Lyle could take it away. All the shit and piss she’d emptied into it went up almost to the top. She had never seen a more disgusting sight or pungent scent.

“I’ll just get that out of the way and-“ Lyle began to say.

“And if I’ve been a good dyke cunt please let me gobble it!” the blonde said quickly. “…please Master, please let me gobble it.”

Lyle peered into the bucket. “Alright,” he said skeptically. “You have been good lately. But don’t go trying to play with your food. If I see you not slurping, chewing, or swallowing, that means you’ve had enough fun and it’s time for something else. And I expect big bites, with no more than 100 chews per mouthful. I’ve seen too many dykes think this is an opportunity to laze the whole day away.”

“Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!” Before he could change his mind, Lina stuck her face into the bucket and mouthed a large lump. It tasted…

Bile rose up in her throat, sharp and acrid, and she puked into the bucket, the shit in her mouth landing with a wet plop amidst a torrent of yellowish slime.

She stared in misery at her failure. The blonde had hoped that the shit smeared canine dildo that she was forced to suck on during every terrible gutfuck, not to mention the filthy used condoms she always ate afterward, would inure her to the taste of her own ass. But while there had been a sick sense of familiarity, the taste of an entire mouthful of her own shit had been a thousand times more intense.

And that raw, earthy bitterness hadn’t even been the worst part. Lina had never in her life considered what the texture of feces was like. She hadn’t been at all prepared for the gooey, lumpy, sometimes gritty consistency of her own…

More bile came up, and Lina pressed her lips shut, trying to force it back down. The half digested cum, piss, and kibble spurted out of her nostrils instead.

She couldn’t do it. She wanted to. So many hours where she wasn’t being raped or disfigured or tortured, and all she had to do for it was chew on her own shit. Lina wanted to weep at the sheer injustice of it, at being denied even this most pathetic and degrading of requests.

“I, I can’t, Master,” she admitted. “I can, I can play lots of other games, I promise! Please, Master, I’m trying, I’m trying so so hard to be a good fucktoy for you. I just can’t do this.”

“Cheer up, Lina, this is one of the best parts of being a dyke fucktoy,” Lyle said kindly as he knelt next to her. “You don’t have to worry about what you can and can’t do. You have me for that now.”

Then he grabbed her by the ponytail and shoved her face first into the bucket, submerging her in filth.

Lina instinctively swung her head, trying to fight back, but his grip was too strong. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see. She was drowning in her own piss, shit, and puke. The thought made her vomit helplessly again, her cheeks bulging with bile that could no longer escape through her shit clogged mouth and nose.

Just as her consciousness began to fade, her head was yanked back up. Lina coughed out shit and bile, managing to draw in a single shaky foul smelling breath… and then she was shoved back down into the muck.

The cycle repeated: a minute or so drowning in her own waste, a single breath, more drowning. By the tenth time her head was submerged, Lina’s oxygen starved brain had slowly come to realize three important things.

First, Lyle wanted her to finish the job. He was going to keep doing this until she had eaten the entire contents of the bucket, or at least enough that he could no longer suffocate her with them.

Second, that drowning in her own piss, shit, and puke made the very short list of things that managed to be worse than being impaled on Lyle Maccabee’s cock.

She’d been asphyxiated hundreds of times now across her many chokefucks, and experience had only made her hate it more and more. She now knew suffocating was even more horrific when done in total darkness. Even during her brief moments of air, her eyelids were gummed shut by sludge. This only heightened the sensations of her face mashed into piss, shit, and puke, her tongue coated in it, her mouth stuffed with it, her throat clogged with it, her nostrils packed with it. Piss, shit, and puke running down her neck, gluing to her hair, seeping under her eyelids.

If Lina had ever been allowed to wash in any way, she might have been able to embrace the small consolation that she could clean all the filth off eventually. But she knew that would never happen. The piss, shit, and puke that encrusted her inside and out would remain until it was unintentionally beaten or fucked off of her. There would always be traces of it in her hair, flakes on her skin, smears in her mouth and throat. This disgusting degradation wasn’t just until she’d emptied the bucket; it was forever.

Third, she was never going to empty the bucket.

She was trying. She was gulping down piss, shit, and puke as quickly as possible, sloppily hoovering it into her mouth like a pig at a trough, her tongue buried in it as it scooped out lump after lump. But she was vomiting it back up just as quickly. Some mouthfuls didn’t even make it all the way down her throat before rising bile spewed them back into the bucket.

All Lina could do was keep eating, and keep puking. The same congealed lumps of piss, shit, and puke were lapped up, gulped down, and then spurted from out her mouth and nose. Each mouthful was already juicy with her own spit, already tasted of the cum it had scraped off her throat. Lick, gulp, spurt. Lick, gulp, spurt.

But in the end, after what felt like weeks but were probably “only” hours of gobbling her own regurgitated shit, Lina’s overtaxed digestive system simply couldn’t keep up. Just like her orifices had tried and failed to keep Lyle’s cock from bursting in and stretching them, her stomach’s defenses grew weaker and weaker as it slowly bloated with piss, shit, and puke. Lick, gulp, lick, gulp, lick, gulp, spurt. Lick, gulp, lick, gulp, lick, gulp, spurt. Finally, her tongue reached out and touched the metal bottom of the bucket.

“See there?” Lyle said warmly. “I knew you could do it. All done, or would you like to lick the bucket clean?”

The mental image of her tongue running over every inch of this filthy bucket, lapping away at every glued spatter of cold shit, scraping every iota of dried piss and puke, almost made Lina vomit again. Almost.

She stuck her tongue out and began.

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “Today I’m feeling frisky, sir, please let me play with Boone! I’ll give that good boy such a ride, he’ll howl at the moon!”

Result:

It was very rare for Lyle to suggest a game himself. It made Lina suspicious, but at the same time… what other choice did she have?

For one of the first times since her owner had busted open her virgin asshole, the canine dildo was in neither her butt nor her mouth. It had been mounted to a platform a few inches above the floor instead, the unnaturally straight shaft pointing directly up at the ceiling. Lyle had made her give it a tongue wash first, and her spit still gleamed on it.

“A very simple game this time,” Lyle said. “All you have to do is squat over Boone and give him a proper cunt fuck. Every squat must please his entire length; that means going low enough to swallow his knot, then high enough that only his head remains in your twat. If you can’t be the well trained bitch he deserves, let him slip out of you, or stop moving for too long, the game is over. Please begin.”

Squats. It’s just squats. You used to do them all the time before… before. Lina had never done squats that involved pumping herself with a dog cock, but it was considerably thinner than Lyle’s cock (except for that knot). Many rapes ago, she would have taken this to mean that it would be an easy game, a welcome break from the extreme cruelty that otherwise dominated her existence. But she had thought this before, and paid for it every time. Now she just grimly waited to discover why she’d hate this one as much as all the others.

The first squat down was easy, even with her muscles stiff and her wrists cuffed behind her so she couldn’t balance properly. For better or for worse, her slit gaped so much that she didn’t even feel the dildo enter her, and nearly panicked thinking that she’d misjudged its position until her labia kissed the bulbous knot. A little further and it slipped completely inside of her, her cue to reverse course.

She nearly lost the game then and there, muscle memory taking over to lift herself up like a normal squat. It was only at the last moment that she remembered her owner’s strict requirement about how far to go up… and realized that she couldn’t tell where the cockhead was. If she tightened her muscles a little, Lina could feel the thing inside of her, but the head didn’t have a distinct mushroom shape like Lyle’s. The blonde had a vague sense for how much of the dildo was inside of her, but not enough to stop with precision. She froze, unsure of what to do.

“Finished already?” Lyle asked as he relaxed and watched the show from a chair, a beer in his hand.

“No, Master!” Lina insisted quickly, her entire body clenching in fear at the knowledge that she was moments away from another rape session. Her cunt, too, clenched down, tightly hugging the dog cock, and the blonde realized that she could, barely, sense where the head was on it. Praying that she was correct, she lifted herself just a couple more inches, hesitated, then began squatting back down.

To her intense relief, Lyle just sipped his beer and kept watching.

Within a handful of squats, Lina had gotten the hang of things. What she needed to do was clench down when she lifted herself up, clench as hard as her sore cunt muscles would allow and then some, squeezing the canine dildo enough to feel its contours. If she did that, and focused, not allowing her mind to drift, she could judge the proper elevation. It wasn’t the relaxing, almost meditative kind of exercise she was used to; stress made her heart pound as she expected to hear Lyle say at any moment that she’d messed up, and she couldn’t let herself even begin to forget that she was fucking herself on a canine cock, right down to clenching him like a real lover as she bounced on his shaft.

Still, it was far better than being raped by her owner, even with every squat making her clit weight swing painfully. Though her muscles quickly began to turn to jelly, each squat noticeably more difficult than the last, Lina pushed herself to keep going. This activity, obscene as it was, was the closest she’d come to doing something “normal” since her abduction. Even having to look at Lyle soaking in the sight of her, staring at her jiggling tits while she fucked a fake dog for him, couldn’t ruin that feeling. Not completely.

One hundred squats. One fifty. Her muscles burned harder than any real workout she’d ever done, her entire body was shaking with exhaustion, but Lina kept going. This was better than getting tattooed, or having her tits tortured, or eating her own shit, or any of the other usual ways to avoid Lyle’s cock. She’d keep this up until she physically couldn’t. Two hundred. Two fifty. Three hundred. The blonde was dizzy, her entire body encased in sweat. She’d been given nothing but piss and cum to drink, not the most hydrating of liquids, and she knew she was going to pay for this later. She also knew that if she stopped even a second sooner than necessary, she’d be regretting it the entire time Lyle’s cock was next impaling her. Three fifty. Four hundred.

Lina was at nearly five hundred when her overworked muscles gave up. She was squatting down, taking the fake knot into her yet again, but when she tried to rise, her legs simply refused to obey. Not yet. Just a little more. Please, I can do a little more. “All done?” Lyle called out.

“I… if you’d let me rest my legs a moment, Master, I’d be happy to keep, to keep fucking Boone!” she tried, not expecting a positive response but unwilling to just give up.

To her surprise - and immediate suspicion - Lyle nodded. “I was thinking the same myself. A little rest for a hardworking dyke fucktoy who was so good to Boone. In fact, I think he’d like to give you a reward for being such a diligent bitch. Most past fucktoys couldn’t even manage one hundred squats at a time.”

He picked up some kind of remote. Lina couldn’t see what was on it, but as soon as he pressed a button, she felt it: the dog knot inside her was rapidly swelling up. She tried to lift herself off it, but her muscles were still unresponsive, and within moments, her cunt was being spread even wider than Lyle’s cock had ever managed. It wasn’t as painful as her owner’s pumping, churning cock, but it was still agony, especially when it was stretching the same muscles that had been doggedly clenching the shaft on every squat.

Now trapped in her squatting position, Lina tried to at least shift her legs to a more comfortable stance, but she lacked the leverage or the strength, and there was too much dog cock inside of her to just fall over. She was forced to hold the position, her legs and stomach burning harder with each second.

When she felt warm liquid gush against her insides, her first thought was that the dildo had torn something when it stretched her, and she was bleeding out. But it didn’t feel like blood, and Lyle looked far too pleased with himself to not be responsible. “What…?” she gasped.

“As I said before, Boone comes with a number of special features. You’ve already seen the way his knot expands, locking him and his bitch together.” Lyle winked at her.”What do you suppose a dog usually does to her after that?”

No… that… no! “Y-your cum…?!” she asked, disgusted. There were very, very few positives to her owner wearing a condom when he raped her, and one of them was that she didn’t end up with his cum inside her pussy. Even if he’d been telling the truth about being clean and sterile, it was still a fresh degradation to a woman who’d thought she’d already hit rock bottom.

“My cum?” Lyle asked. “No, of course not. Not Boone’s either, sadly. But it’s quite easy to purchase a few gallons of the stuff for your own purposes. And I made it sure it was good Rottweiler stock, just like him.”

Dog semen. She had dog semen inside of her. Lina shrieked in disgust and redoubled her efforts to get free of the dildo, but she was well and truly locked to it.More and more semen spurted out, filling every nook and cranny of her twat. With her slit sealed tight, it had only one place to flow… and it did. The blonde had never had a man - or dog - shoot his load into her. She had no experience with feeling someone’s hot seed pass through her cervix and make its way deeper into her. But the sensation was unmistakable.

My womb. I have dog cum in my womb! If she’d still possessed fingers and the means to use them, Lina would have clawed her own stomach open to get that filth out of her. But she was, as always, helpless, unable to do anything but cry bitterly as her womb was flooded with sticky, slimy dog cum. It was another violation that would never leave her, that she would never be cleansed of. No matter how many years Lyle Maccabee kept her, her uterus would still be plastered with canine semen after she was dead.

From her owner’s grin, he knew exactly what was going through her head. “And now,” he declared, “you’re officially my dyke fucktoy and Boone’s dyke bitch.” He raised his beer bottle. “Here’s to many happy years for our throuple, and many litters of puppies! Let’s celebrate!”

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Throat raped while squatting with Boone locked in her twat and Rottweiler semen in her womb

Number of times passing out on his cock: 95

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Throat raped a second time while squatting with Boone locked in her twat and Rottweiler semen in her womb

Number of times passing out on his cock: 101

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Throat raped a third time while squatting with Boone locked in her twat and Rottweiler semen in her womb

Number of times passing out on his cock: 90

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Ass raped on all fours with Boone still locked in her twat and Rottweiler semen in her womb

Duration: 3 hours, 39 minutes

***

Attempt: Failure

Game: NA

Result: Ass raped a second time on all fours with Boone still locked in her twat and Rottweiler semen in her womb

Duration: 3 hours, 46 minutes (new record achieved, previous tattoo removed with a wire brush and replaced)

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “Please play with my clit, sir, and treat her good and mean! Tug and burn and chew and soak my little sweet dyke bean!”

Result:

Lina’s clitoris had been responsible for most of, maybe all, the orgasms she had ever experienced. It was by far the source of most of her life’s sexual pleasure, and featured a role in every memory she had of making love to Georgia. She’d never thought about it, but if asked, she would have agreed that the delicate, intimate organ was the most cherished part of her body.

Now, as the pliers yanked and twisted, she prayed that Lyle would misjudge his own strength and rip it off of her.

As he ground another cigarette out, she prayed the nerves would be damaged beyond recovery.

As he gnawed happily, she prayed he would bite too greedily and sever it completely.

As he carefully basted every pore with hot sauce, she prayed it would just shrivel up and fall off.

But when Lyle was satisfied with the game, it was still there. Stretched, burnt, bloody, and screaming, but there. And when he reattached the weight, the alligator clip tight and cruel, and began fucking her up against the wall, it felt more sensitive than ever.

Lina knew with sick certainty that Lyle Maccabee had already derived more pleasure from her clitoris than she had or ever would. And as he happily flicked her weight to make it swing even harder, it was obvious that despite all her prayers, he was going to keep enjoying it for all the years to come.

***

Attempt: Success

Game: “I need a bathroom break, sir, watch me squat to piss and shit! And if I’ve been a good dyke cunt, please let me gobble it!”

Result:

97… 98… 99… 100. Lina reluctantly swallowed the mouthful of shit she’d been chewing on and lapped up another from the bucket. There was so little left, and licking the bucket clean after wouldn’t buy more than a couple minutes, but she didn’t dare risk chewing extra times or taking smaller bites. Lyle didn’t seem to be watching her particularly closely right now, but he would know if she tried to cheat. Lyle always knew everything. 1… 2… 3…

Since the last time, her digestive system had stopped trying to resist. Maybe like so much of her body, something inside of it had broken, and it would never work properly again. Or maybe like so much of her mind, it had simply accepted that she was someone who ate her own piss and shit out of a bucket now. Either way, though the taste and texture were even more repugnant to her senses than before, every mouthful bringing her mind back to the hours spent blindly drowning in her own waste, she was able to lick and chew and gulp without interruption.

She’d swallowed her next mouthful and lowered her head again, trying to eyeball whether she could justify dividing the rest into three bites or would having to settle for two, when she noticed something in the muck catch the light of the fluorescents above. A tattered strip of latex, she realized. It was pockmarked from stomach acid and smeared in filth, but she could still just barely make out the faint pen marks: a smiley face and a ‘1’.

Lina stared dully at what was left of the condom Lyle had worn the very first time he’d raped her, the last time in her life that she had been whole and strong and brave. The one he had used while ruining her cunt, just before Georgia had started ruining her fingers. The first of dozens to complete the journey through her digestive system and end up in this bucket, where he expected her to swallow them back down as many times as it took. The smiling face stared back at her.

The blonde lapped it up with the rest and began chewing. 1… 2… 3…

***

He raped her cunt.

“Can you help me with my tits, sir? I don’t want them to sag! So zip them up and tie them tight, make a pair of firm fun bags!”

Her breasts had never hurt more, never looked more grotesque than they did now, swollen like fat purple balloons. She knew what had to come next.

“My tits need you real bad, sir, please let them hug your hog! My fat pillows will stroke and squeeze, while I lap you like a dog!”

Lina prayed that he’d see what pure agony this was. Prayed that he’d make this his new favorite activity.

He raped her ass.

“Please tattoo your dyke, sir, to make sure we don’t forget! That I'm not a real person, I’m just your dumb dyke pet!”

SHIT AND PISS VACUUM on the left side of her face.

He raped her throat.

“Is it feeding time, sir? Make it kibble and fresh piss! That hearty crunch and salty broth, it’s culinary bliss!”

She ate.

He raped her cunt.

“Please feed me cigarettes, sir, they’re such a spicy treat! A sizzle for my tongue and then a yummy butt to eat!”

She screamed as he slowly ground yet another cigarette against her extended tongue. Then she lapped the crushed butt out the palm of his hand, her mouth already filled with hot ashes.

He raped her ass.

“Please tattoo your dyke, sir, to make sure we don’t forget! That I'm not a real person, I’m just your dumb dyke pet!”

BOONE’S BITCH on her groin, over her uterus.

He raped her throat.

“I need a bathroom break, sir, watch me squat to piss and shit! And if I’ve been a good dyke cunt, please let me gobble it!”

More used condoms were beginning to show up in her bucket. She swallowed them back down without comment.

He raped her cunt.

“Your balls are looking sweaty sir, I think they need a clean! So pop them in this fucktoy’s mouth and let her make them gleam!”

She serviced her owner on her knees. Patient and loving, licking his filthy balls, doing her genuine best.

He raped her ass.

“Please tattoo your dyke, sir, to make sure we don’t forget! That I'm not a real person, I’m just your dumb dyke pet!”

IF YOU CAN READ THIS, YOU’RE NOT GUTFUCKING ME HARD ENOUGH across her back.

Lina worshipped her master with her body. She begged him to mutilate her. She inspired him to torture her. She thanked him for defiling her. She made him enjoy every last moment he spent with her.

And in return, he raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her and raped her…