The Betting Pool

Rebecca looked down, scowling at the medium sized straw. It wasn't going to be enough. Through a combination of gambling debts, unsavory characters she'd gotten too close to and a failed business venture she had found herself on the hook for nearly 3/4ths of a million dollars. She had exhausted every avenue of delay and repayment available to her and now she had only this - a Hail Mary, bizarre sex contract. She'd never been above fucking to get ahead, but it had never been fully transactional, never actually prostitution, she considered it more classy than that - sleeping her way to the top. She'd managed to get a delay in repaying her debt of nearly two years, but in exchange it had been transferred to much more... illegal debtor. The criminal underworld that would probably do worse than just kill her - they'd get their money's worth.

Rebecca was a tall 6' woman with well-sized but not over-large breasts she'd never considered herself incredibly sexy but she knew she wasn't ugly. Her face was certainly her best feature, primary among this being her luscious and full lips. As she was ushered away from the conference room where the drawing was held, she was handed the folder describing her deal and she began to pour over it.

REWARD: $500K

DURATION OF SERVICE: 1 YEAR - POSSIBLE EXTENSION OPTIONS FOR MORE PAY

CONDITIONS AND MODIFICATIONS: 1 YEAR SOLITARY IMPRISONMENT, SPECIFICALLY MANAGED SCHEDULE, EXTENSIVE CHASTITY BELT, DIET MANAGEMENT AND LIP INJECTIONS, ORGASMS ONLY AT SPONSOR DISCRETION, ADDITIONAL MODIFICATIONS FOR ADDITIONAL PAY AT SPONSOR DISCRETION AND CONTESTANT AGREEMENT

NATURE OF SERVICE: LONG-TERM ORAL SEX INSTALLATION

Immediately Rebecca tried to ask the driver through the metal wall - "Is this serious? This can't be serious?" She had never given oral sex. As a point, she found it disgusting and frankly didn't want to. She imagined this would be just like working at a brothel for some time, but a year? That was too much. Her questions were unanswered.

When they made it to the operating theater she was upset, but did her best to retain her cool and dignity. While the amount wouldn't pay for all of her debts it would pay for most of them and then she would still have a year to put together the last quarter million. Not impossible to do without more sexual service. Maybe she could even find ways to reduce her sentence for more 'modifications' or conditions. Finally the doctor came into the operating theater and went to start speaking and she was immediately interrupted.

"Whatever modifications that they're requesting for additional pay, I refuse. The only modifications I want are any that will reduce my time under contract." She said quickly. The doctor weighed things carefully before she spoke. Had Rebecca been wiser and more alert, she may have seen the doctor quickly make a judgement call on what she was disclosing to Rebecca - a decision that she'd regret deeply. The doctor spoke, "That makes my job easier. All we're doing today is installing the chastity belt and the oral injections those are the only items that are required. Please take a seat."

After Rebecca had been restrained, the doctor provided a steel belt that looked quite impenetrable. It was designed to cinch tight above her hip bones, gently pinching her entire groin from these anchor points above. The effect was like a too-low corset. The doctor quietly numbed and installed a catheter - she explained quickly. "Due to the nature of your contract this ill remain on the entire year of your working. There will be an on-request and nightly cleaning cycle that will allow you to relieve yourself and keep things clean. Any questions?"

Rebecca was humiliated. She tried her best to maintain a medical detachment to what was happening to her, but the embarrassment was rising in a furious clip. "No." She said curtly, trying to get it over with.

"In that case, please swish this and we'll get to the injections." The doctor said, handing her a small cup of blue liquid. Once this had been swished in her mouth, she almost immediately felt the intense numbing hit - almost frighteningly quickly she couldn't feel her tongue, throat, anything. "You may want to close your eyes." The doctor said. Rebecca did so.

This was wise, as the two large syringes that were used on her mouth were quite large and intimating. Rebecca could feel none of this, but the doctor had made nearly 5 injections in her upper mouth by her molars, beneath her tongue and deep into the base of her jaw. the last injection was made near the back of her throat. When she was done, she explained things to Rebecca. "These injections will do two things for you, that will become more apparent soon. First, they will make your saliva more viscous and lube-like. This may feel strange for a time, but I assure you it is safe. Second it has completely removed your gag reflex. This can be dangerous, however you'll be monitored carefully. This will be critical for your role for the next year. Any questions?"

Rebecca did her best to respond, lashing out at absolutely the wrong person, "Mno..." She said, her mouth still extremely numb. Without another word, the doctor left the room and Rebecca was ushered out to the next stage of her journey

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By the time she had finished nearly an hour of travel the numbing had finally started to go away and she could already tell her saliva was different. It was obnoxiously thick and she found herself swallowing multiple times to try and regulate the amount and viscosity of it. When the car stopped, the window to the drivers opened up and a bag was thrown in. "Put this over your head." Was all the voice said.

After putting it on, she felt herself being ushered along into a building - unaware this would be the last time she'd feel the sun on her skin for at least a year. After she was ushered along, she felt hands slowly help her remove her clothes to complete nakedness and she was ushered into a room. After she felt a large door close, she heard a voice over an intercom. "You may remove the bag." The voice said, and she did so.

Looking around, Rebecca found the room that would be home for the next year. It was spartan with a simple restroom (unusually constructed to accommodate her chastity belt), bed, small bookshelf that was empty, no wardrobe, and absolutely no windows. It was about half the size of what she'd consider a typical studio apartment and immediately made her feel a tiny bit claustrophobic. The only other item in the room was a sturdy tablet. When she went over to it and opened it there was no lock or password. That made sense, who else would be able to access this - she couldn't even identify where the door was they'd deposited her here through was. She held her hands to her lips and testing, pulled at her own saliva. It stretched away much farther than she anticipated.

For nearly a full day Rebecca was left alone. Her only indication of time passing the small analog clock on her tablet. It was clear she'd be able to do something with it later, but for now all it said was, "be ready for initial request." Seeing no cameras in the room but sure there were some hidden cameras, she didn't want to risk doing anything embarrassing, but she did need to relieve herself which she did. Inspecting the belt, it was truly impervious, she could find no purchase on the belt in any way shape or form. The intensity of that did turn her on a tiny bit despite herself, but like most of this situation it was mostly annoying. She'd also found herself taking several drinks of water to try to and normalize the density of her saliva.

Finally, after what felt like hours, a small ping emanated from the tablet and she wandered over to the tablet to read it. it read, "deposit the bag into the equipment box, retrieve and put on the ring gag, present at the hallway." After she read it a small box like a pharmacy transport tube opened up and exposed a ring gag with a pretty wide center and a soft but firm material making the ring. The bag deposited, a small metal door only large enough for her to crawl through opened up - and she crawled through it. Mentally she was so angry - this was stupid. All this procedure for what - oral sex? Who was this weirdo that would spend so much money on this nature of sex work. After she crawled through she saw an opening above herself that it was obvious she'd be able to kneel on the pillow below and her head would come up into the room above. After she did this, she felt herself panic suddenly as mechanical restraints fastened around her shoulder and neck securing her in place. The change in light blinded her temporarily as she looked around.

The room she was in was a pleasant, modern office, clearly in a home and somewhere with picturesque views, but she was unable to see directly out any windows, she was positioned in such a way that none of the windows were within line of sight. She saw the man that apparently she'd be working for for the next year. He was handsome enough, maybe a touch younger than her and was working at a computer while she appeared. He hadn't looked away from his work, leaving Rebecca to awkwardly drool onto the waist high box she had been installed in. Looking at the installation she was in, she realized it was a podium made like to display a piece of artwork or a vase. She grunted impatiently, trying to get his attention. He simply said, "Just a moment" making her wait.

Finally, he stood up and walked to Rebecca who was glaring at him, a sizeable puddle of thick saliva pooling at her neck. "Hello Rebecca," He said, gingerly taking off her gag, "I wanted to get to know you and be a friend if possible, I would hope this ring gag wouldn't always be necessary." He said.

Rebecca quickly cut him off. "I have no interest in talking to you or being your friend." She said, her temper rising. "You bought a hole to fuck right? Then do that. I'm just here for the contract." She said this with a surprising anger even she didn't expect. Her pride had apparently been much more intense than she realized.

After a long pause, he spoke. "Okay." And he replaced the ring gag. As he took down his pants, Rebecca startled at the size of his member, a little frightened. Easily as long as her forearm and definitely wider, she could see why the ring gag was so wide. "My wife and I have a lovely sex life, but as you can imagine she struggles with oral sex, which is a specific kink of mine. So I'm grateful you can fill that need." Without a word, he began fucking Rebecca's face.

Immediately tears sprang to her eyes as she struggled to breath. She'd never given deepthroat oral before and clearly the injection earlier was necessary. She could physically feel her throat distending as he went to the hilt, deep into her throat again and again, grunting as his hands clasped the back of her head. Unable to move her neck she found her hands scrambling around the bottom of her captive box and was unable to find any purchase, only some handles given to her to brace herself. She found herself becoming aroused, just from smelling his musk and the intensity of the act but in no way would reach climax from this abuse. After what felt like much too long, the man retrieved his cock from her throat, finishing all over her face, even getting some in her eyes. She thrashed trying to get away and moaned into her gag for help. Getting none, he started again, pounding into her throat grunting like an animal. He reached over and adjusted the height of her pedestal, making it go down slightly. After abusing her for the second, longer time, and at a much higher angle, he came at the deepest his cock could get, pumping hot cum directly down her throat - only pulling out mid-way to get a generous portion of cum directly onto her exposed tongue and lips.

As he finished, wiping his cock off on her face and hair, Rebecca wept softly crying, and softly thrashing, wanting to cuss out this man and scream at him to release her.

"Oh I know, more than you bargained for right?" He said smugly. "Well that was the deal. As you probably noticed from your offer, there was no deal for early termination of the contract - part of the larger reward is the lock-in you received. You can refuse to come up when I request, but all that will do is decrease your payment, not your service period. I was very specific about that. I promise not to make it an absolutely every day thing." Pressing a button on the desk, she felt the floor beneath her drop as the hole around her neck widened again. "Go clean yourself off Rebecca." He said flatly, as the circle above her closed.

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Furious, and having only just finished cleaning herself off, Rebecca started pounding on the walls of her cell trying to find any kind of exit. Quickly she found that not only was there no obvious exit, but she couldn't even detect any hollowness or differences in the thickness of the walls, it felt like she had been encased in one thick chunk of steel. Feeling hopeless she turned to her only other source of entertainment or information - the tablet.

Opening it, she started to explore the options within. There was several sections such as food, entertainment, and an extremely wide selection of all of them, but what she was looking for was clearly indicated by a contract icon: contract options. Scrolling through it she could see that they'd given her a very thorough menu of options. Some extended her contract for more money, some included additional changes or modifications to her physiology, while others still gave her options to give up comforts like entertainment for less time on her sentence overall - but there was clearly no, immediate termination option. Furious, she threw the tablet to the side for now.

Thinking hard, she made a handful of decisions right then. No matter what, she'd do everything in her power to get out of here sooner rather than later, even if that meant less money. She could figure something else out before the year and a half were through. She'd have to look at her opportunities carefully, and not take anything that would harm her or change her too permanently, but there was no way she was going to put up with a year of this. The small door opened, this time exposing a simple meal for her.

As she ate, she began to peruse the options. Each of them were more modification or rules for more pay. Some of them were relatively extreme, the ones that would constitute a permanent change being many hundreds of thousands of dollars more. The only reasons these didn't meaningfully tempt her was that they were all to her face - bigger lips, eye color changes, a lot of things she had no interest in. After she had perused them and determined that none of them were worth her pride to participate in, she found a section where she could message her "sponsor". She grimaced realizing it was probably the same person who would be brutally fucking her face most days.

"These options are terrible and I'm not interested in any of them. Can you offer any that will shorten my service time? I'll take those seriously, I promise." She typed into the box. After a couple moments, the reply came. "Sure, but I can't promise they'll be any nicer. If I'm getting you for less time, it had better be things I value. I'll have some ready for you in an hour or two."

As she waited for the new menu to appear, she explored the options on the tablet. It looked like they'd given her access to a long library of media and things to fulfill her time. While she wasn't being a sex toy she could at least spend the next year learning a new language or something. She realized she needed to use the restroom and had no way to take off the belt. In the corner of the room there was a strange seat that on closer inspection seems to have ports or connections to her belt that would connect if she sat down. It was humiliating, but she didn't have any other option. As she sat down, she felt the catheter release and allow her to pee, and with alarm she felt her ass get flushed with warm water like a gentle enema. When she panicked and tried to move it was impossible until the procedure was done.

Feeling violated, but the deed done, Rebecca returned to the tablet to see that the new menu was available. This tab had, "Time exchanges, temporary and permanent." The only things under the permanent tab were three options. "Tongue splitting, Ring gag surgical installation, and facial tattoo." Each would give her a full two months off of the total. Ignoring this section she scrolled through the temporary section. This section was much longer, and had things like "orgasm denial, total" and "edging, occassional to 24/7" some of the options had sliders and as she played with settings, she realized that the higher the settings were, the more time was taken off of her sentence. Just to experiment she selected every option and moved them all the way to the right most setting. When she did this is saved her a whole 6 months. She'd be out in half a year if she could take all of them... she weighed her options. Whatever they did would be temporary, so she'd still be free to go, and she would already be stuck here anyways. Even if some of the options were unpleasant, it would get done so much faster. She had time to think, to consider... but still, the sooner she started the more time she saved. Just to experiment she went back to the paid options. Any of them that weren't greedy out, she noticed they were paying nearly half as much, which made sense as much as she hated the whole arrangement. Committing herself she went to the temporary section, moved then all to the right for the most extreme option, and pressed confirm. She got several warning messages about severity and quadruple checking she was making this decision and she pressed through all of them.

After she had done so, she felt a small pinch in the hip of her belt. Suddenly she felt tired... so tired. 'That fucker drugged me..." was the last thought Rebecca had before she was unconscious.

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When Rebecca woke up she realized she'd made a mistake. Even before she'd taken a full inventory of everything she knew this wasn't worth it. Starting with her feet, she felt them in some kind of metal stirrup that forced her foot into an uncomfortable point. They were tied around her ankles. As she reached down to inspect them, she realized her hands had been encased in little rubber balls. Fuck, she tried to flex her fingers to no result. She felt impossibly full and she realized now that they'd done something to her chastity belt, and added some kind of plug or dildo to her apparatus. She felt her hips through the rubber balls and felt a strict corset - that had been the source of most of her distress, her breathing was labored through that and the thick posture collar now affixed to her neck. Her hands uselessly rubbed against her new hardware. Her tits were still exposed, but now had small metal caps over her nipples that she realized could only be affixed with piercings. Then she realized she couldn't breathe through her mouth. Running, or rather crawling/hobbling to the mirror, she saw several things in this order. Her lack of hair, the thick posture collar, the ring gag, and the thick base of the dildo gag locked into the ring gag - it all came in at once.

First she tried to remove the ring gag, reaching around with her newly useless hands she found the clasp, but instead of a clasp she found a small keyhole on a metal strap, it couldn't be removed without a key. Using her two orb hands she tried to remove the dildo, only to find it was somehow locked in as well. All of her panic has made her lightheaded and she lay back breathing deeply through her nose - it was not even easy breathing anymore, the tightness of the collar and corset were just an additional insult to the rubber phallus lodged in her throat.

She moved to the tablet hoping for the messaging app to be available. It had been removed. The only message she had was, "This will be a fun six months!" She at least still had access to entertainment and she noticed they'd made the font larger and easier to manipulate with her new bondage.

The last two things she noticed where two strange tubes at neck height, one labeled food and one water. When she experimented she found she could press the base of her dildo gag against the tube and get some kind of food and water, not that she tasted it at all, the dildo was clearly too long for that. She found herself crying and thrashing against her bondage, 6 months of this was too much.

Just as she was thinking this, her belt jumped to life. Vibrations and thrashing moved at such an intense pace. Despite herself, she found herself humping the air, eager to orgasm. Every element seemed designed to ramp her to climax. A small plate above her clit, the two dildos in her, and even her catheter combined to bring her to orgasm. The small metal caps on her nipples also vibrated. Just as she was about to cross the threshold, a short cruel shock hit her right on the clit making her scream in pain and frustration - stopping all possibilities of cumming. She just lay back and wept, breathing angrily, this was so unfair. Not even a full minute later, the vibrations started again.

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After what felt like days, there was a ping from the tablet to go back into position to suck her patrons cock. Miserable, frustrated, and low on sleep, she trudged over and knelt in from of the little station. She felt the mechanical fixtures lock around her posture collar and herself lift up into the room again. As she was lifted up, she realized several parts of her bondage relaxed. Her feet were allowed to leave point position for the first time in over 24 hours. Her corset and posture collar relaxed and let her breath freely again, and the vibrations that had harassed and tormented her to insanity finally stopped. She felt immense relief and hated it even more because she knew that was the point. Her patron walked into view completely naked this time.

"Beautiful, you really did a number on yourself. I hope six months off of your time is worth it." He said idly, booping her nose. She grunted in protest, it was a pathetic gesture but all she could do. Using a small key on his personal key ring, he unfastened the dildo gag and began to pull it from her throat. She gasped in relief and shock seeing the total size of the intruder - it didn't seem possible for it all to be held in her throat. He held it next to his own, they clearly matched. "Have to prepare you on and off the clock right." Rebecca squealed angrily, trying to well or rebel with what little she had. He quickly silenced her by beginning to fuck her mouth. In-between idle thrusts, he remarked. "I was thinking of letting you cum occasionally when I fucked your mouth but after that little tantrum, I've decided no orgasms for the whole six months." She grunted angrily, trying to avoid eye contact but there was almost no where else to look. He came for the first time of many.

After she was well-covered in fresh cum, he replaced the dildo, her squealing in discomfort as her modified throat allowed the intruder. "Now that you're properly motivated, expect that I'll be calling on you daily." With that she felt the pedestal descend and all of her torments begin again. The forced point to her feet, the vibration and edging, the corset and posture collar all intensified to their previous level.

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Rebecca reviewed the tablet, but she noticed that in order to get any of the options that would pay her more, she'd first have to agree to extending her stay to the full year. It specified if she did she'd be paid an additional $300,000 - but that was unacceptable. There would be no way that she would allow herself to stay in this position for a full year, there was no way, even if it would pay off her debt.

Time stretched. When she wasn't having her mouth fucked she'd hunker down and try to watch shows or read the occasional book. The constant sexual stimulation made it completely impossible. More than once her patron would have other men up with him who would also use her mouth - she hated this the most. Not even because it was unpleasant, in fact almost all of the men who used her were smaller than her patron, but it was the complete lack of control that made her furious.

A month in and she was used to it, she could take her patrons cock like a relaxed routine. Three months in and she was worried - she actually started looking forward to the nearly daily oral service. She explained it to herself saying it was the bondage elements of her torture that would relax when she was being fucked, but she couldn't help but admit she missed human connection and contact. Of which she only had her patron left. By now even a new person was welcome. Very rarely he'd have her eat out a particularly perverted woman. She never understood that. How could someone of her own sex watch her be abused like this? As she approached the end of her six months, time slowed down again. She realized that her body had become soft from her near 0 exercise, but however they were managing her calories was working and she was still tastefully thin. She couldn't sleep enough to pass the time, she was bored of movies. About three days before the end of her contract, she got this notice on the tablet.

"CONTRACT TERMINATION APPROACHING TOTAL CURRENT PAYOUT - $500,000. POST CONTRACT TERMINATION, NO ADDITIONAL PAYMENTS WILL BE ALLOWED"

Every time she reached for the tablet she saw the notice and felt anxious. This was her only shot to pay off all of her debt. She'd made the decision months ago... Just because she'd adapted to her new life, didn't mean she wanted more of it. This was hellish. No, 6 months is it, she'd find another way to pay off the remainder of her debt. Around these days, her patron would use her and just take some time looking at her - sometimes taking notes in his little journal on the table. Sometimes he'd speak to her so little she'd forget how he sounded.

Finally, the day came.

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Just like any other day, she was called up for Oral service. Nervous with anticipation, she went to the hole, presented herself and felt herself get carried up into the room proper. This time there was woman in a smart suit that reminded her of her first day. She spoke first.

"Good Evening Rebecca," She said, apparently, completely ignoring how pathetic she looked as an oral fuck toy. "Seeing as your contract is ending shortly, I'll be coordinating your surrender from Mr. Yakovac."

Immediately Rebecca started growling, then humming, then nearly screaming behind her gag, nearly choking after 6 months of getting used to it. Her patron, Mr. Yakovac grumbled and turned to the woman, "You've gone and ruined the surprise!" He said, chiding her, as he turned around a faceplate on his desk she never realized until now had been carefully turned away. He handed a piece of paper to her to read while Rebecca panicked.

'FUCK FUCK FUCK' she thought, 'all this time the guy I owed money to was the one fucking my face!?! FUCK FUCK - this... this was a trap!' She groaned louder than she had since day one, trying as hard as possible to get her one salvation's attention.

After reading over the documents, the woman in the suit said, "I see, well everything appears to be in order. We'll transfer the $500,000 to you and your disposition of Rebecca here is none of our concern." She left without addressing Rebecca.

Now left alone with Mr. Yakovac, she wept, she was fucked - this was the end of her life as she knew it, he was going to kill her. She struggled more than she had on her first day.

Her patron slowly walked up to her, "It's really a shame you know. I gave you literally every chance. When I heard that you hadn't even let the doctors explain what was at stake I knew this would happen though. If you would have just shut up and listened for a couple of minutes, you would have known who I was, what the stakes were for doing things as you have, and been able to change this outcome. Hell, if even this morning before I pulled you up you had selected an option, any option, for more money I would have let you complete your contract and leave." He said, grabbing her face and playing with her freely as she moaned and screamed and struggled. "Now, there's no guardrails, and no end date." He said this and he withdrew the cock cage for their daily fuck."

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ONE YEAR LATER

Mr. Yakovac came into his office late today. It was just down the hall from his bedroom, but coming late into his office to look at work was a personal pleasure of is. He idly looked over at the box he affixed over his toy's pedestal. He had earnestly forgotten her name. He made a decision then, today was the day.

Getting undressed, he decided to go completely naked today for this special occasion. He'd gotten a tattoo just above his cock that said, "You deserve this" A cute little inside joke for his wife and a cruel reminder to his useless little oral toy. He wrote, "Today is the day" just below this tattoo in a permanent market on his desk. Stretching he walked over to the pedestal and removed the case.

Exposing the tortured woman beneath, he realized how much had changed over the year. When she became his permanent belonging he'd decided 3 things.

1. She'd never speak again.

2. She'd never climax again.

3. She'd never move from her pedestal again.

For number one, it was just a simple case of hiring an unscrupulous surgeon to install a medical grade titanium ring gag into the interior of her jaw. She hadn't closed her mouth for nearly one and half years and if he had his way, she never would.

Number two was easy enough, he just kept doing what he had done. The chastity belt was already attached and working, so that was just her life now, no breaks.

Three was the hardest, and wouldn't technically be guaranteed until after today. After her representative had left, he'd have a team go into her secure room and attach the catheter and enema tools to her. After that he'd had a team come in while she was asleep and further bind her and support her in her new permanent place. Some support so all her weight wasn't completely on her knees, but her knees were now painfully folded tight and bound with metal bands and her hands, still in the same latex orbs had been tied up behind her back and flattened to her chest with metal bands. The forced point in her feet, the constriction in her corset and posture collar, all dialed up by 150% of what she used to experience and locked there. The doctor had explained how it would stay healthy for her, but he didn't understand or care. The point was she was ruined. By now, a year in it would take months and months of physical therapy to ever be able to move normally again.

Rebecca was well and truly broken. Her mind a complete soup of denial, frustration, and tortured self-pity. Her patron arriving was one of the few things that still kept her sane. Her hair had been permanently removed, she'd never grow it again - and her patron had used the space for several tattoos and piercings. Her lips were replete with them as they didn't need to move, she had a large cruel septum piercing, and she had several ear piercings. Sometimes Yakovac would change them out like she was a dress up doll. She had special blackout eye contacts put in about 6 months ago that would only go transparent when his cock was deep in her mouth. The dildo in her throat had slowly been dramatically improved and iterated on and was still a constant companion. Using his key, Yakovac began to remove the intruder. Now thicker than his own cock, several differently ribbed, edged, and treated parts of the dildo came out inch by inch. Sometimes he'd coat a metallic portion with hot sauce or some other nasty surprise for her to suffer with, he considered it enrichment. Finally, once the nearly foot and half long intruder had been removed. The toy breathed heavily as her masters cock thrust into her in one push. Her eyes became able to see once again and the panic started. She moaned, she screamed, she begged - this was why Yakovac did this - he loved that panic, that fear, that desperation with nowhere to go. He was honestly impressed that she was still trying, that she hadn't fully given up.

He used her, long and hard through her protesting, enjoying every moment of her pathetic struggling, seeing her eyes struggle to look at his and beg for mercy. When he came harder than he had in some time, he made sure to absolutely drench her face and took a picture of her pathetic appearance. He activated a long-prepared sequence on his phone. The tiny, body-sized cavity that she'd been in for a year began to feel with liquid, quickly cooling resin. The screams became feral out of her open mouth gag. He replaced the long, thick gag - this time deciding to leave it as-is, she'd have enough to worry about. As it clicked into place, he double checked the small breathing hole designed in the front, to make sure she could breath through it - then he grabbed the liquid latex gun. Doing two quick insertions of liquid latex into both of her ears, he deafened her. Then, the cruelest and most delicate part, he sprayed liquid latex into her two nostrils, forcing her to rely on the tiny hole in the gag for air. The toy stopped screaming, it was certain it was going to die, there was no way- until finally it realized the tiny, strained hole she had for air. The last button he pressed made her corset and neck brace tighten to their max - which they would be locked at going forward.

Yakovac sat in his chair and looked at his pathetic piece of artwork struggle for each breath. This was insane, even he knew she couldn't live like this forever. The doctors he consulted said two weeks at max before she'd actually risk becoming a vegetable. In three weeks he'd remove the rubber in her ears and nostrils and let her see, maybe even give her a screen to watch something in her little box. While the sexual arousal he got from torturing her was great, it honestly made him feel equally cruel sometimes - but this year of gradual torture had been delicious. He put a timer on his calendar and went to work, looking up from time to time to enjoy her struggling.