Chapter 3: Chloe gets what she really wanted Master's new instruction
for Chloe proved much worse than she had imagined. Her social life was
now reduced to the contact she had with her colleagues at work and since
Chloe's behavior had grown more and more strange during the months she
had been Master's slave, even this contact was weak.
After work she rushed home to receive Master's orders. He hadn't given
her a date for their next meeting, but instead he began giving her
increasingly stringent orders via mail on how to run her life. Not only
did she now have to wear the rubber suit all day and make sure that the
monster dildo was firmly lodged in her ass, endlessly vibrating away.
Now she had to dress in her rubber costume, complete with corset, heels,
hood and gag the minute she came home. This meant that she now
constantly pranced around in her most feminine and sexy outfit,
something that did nothing to cool her already overheated sex-drive. It
also prevented her from going out once the door had closed behind her at
night. Since she had to wear a gag almost constantly and because Master
gave very specific instruction about it, her eating habits changed as
well. She now only used plates, knives and forks at work. At home she
got all her nutrition from a thick, viscous porridge-like substance she
cooked from various vegetables once a week. Once the vegetables had been
cooked for far too long, she had to run it through the food processor,
reducing it to mush. The gag she had to wear all the time was a ball-gag
with a small hole in the center of the ball. Chloe ate by sucking up the
mush through a straw inserted into her gag and since Master had decreed
that she could only use a chair while at work or while sitting in front
of the computer surfing for porn, Chloe now ate all her meals kneeling
in front of her doggy-bowl on the kitchen floor.
None of it seemed very strange to Chloe anymore and she hardly ever
thought of escape. If anything seemed strange to her it was the show she
had to put on every day at work. Her mind was now constantly occupied
with thought of how best to please Master so that she might be allowed
to cum. There wasn't a single moment, night or day, when she didn't
think about release and her sensitivity to touch had reached new and
ridiculous heights. Even the act of wiping her ass with toilet paper was
now in her mind a sexual thing. At first the full-body rubber suit she
had to wear underneath her regular clothes helped by numbing the
sensation of touch somewhat. But this soon passed as the feel of the
rubber itself became increasingly sensual to her. Chloe had reached the
point where she had to restrain herself from moaning out loud when
strangers accidentally brushed against her in the street.
At night, after consuming her liquid meal, she sat in front of the
computer surfing endlessly for porn. A sizable portion of her income was
now used to pay for her porn surfing.
Two months went by like that, but still there was no word form Master on
when they should meet again. Chloe was desperate. She so wanted to show
Master what a good slut she had become and how much she deserved to be
allowed to cum. One more month passed and it did nothing to alleviate
her desperation, but gradually she was getting more and more used to the
idea that as mere slave she had no say whatsoever in what happened to
her. Master would know what was best.
After four months Chloe got fired. Her work had suffered badly from her
constant sexual daydreaming and it came as no real surprise to anyone,
least of all Chloe. The goodbye was awkward since Chloe had become so
odd during the last couple of months. Chloe wasn't sad about it. In fact
all she could think about was getting home and sit at the computer, at
Master's disposal. Chloe of course wrote a mail informing Master that
she had been fired and Master replied promptly. It was as if he had
waited for this all along and had plans ready for it. He ordered her to
get rid of all that she owned, except her computer, her rubber outfits
and one set of regular clothes and to cancel the lease on her apartment.
Once Chloe had done this she would receive further instructions.
Even in her feverish state of permanent sexual arousal and constant need
to obey, Chloe recognized that this meant that something truly
irreversible was about to happen. So far all that had happened to her,
no matter how humiliating and painful, had been reversible. Chloe had
been pushed very far, but still, if she had really wanted to, she would
have been able to break free from Master's grip. But now she clearly
recognized that if she followed Master's instruction to the letter the
result would most probably be her permanent and inescapable slavery to
Master. In all likelihood there would be no going back after this.
Chloe thought about it for a short while, but of course she never really
had any choice. She had to obey Master. Besides, it was impossible for
her to deny that the thought of permanent slavery turned her on more
than almost anything else.
This meant that there was no hesitation as Chloe sold all her
possessions and told her landlady that she would no longer need the
apartment by the end of the month. She managed to get all of this done
in less than a week and proudly sat down in front of the computer in her
now empty apartment to write to Master. Her apartment was so empty that
she slept on the bare floor wrapped in rubber sheets; her life reduced
to endless sexual hunger and need for obedience.
Master's reply was not long coming. It instructed her to be check in to
a hotel carrying all her belongings and all her money the next Friday.
Master's mail made it quite clear that she would not be coming back.
Chloe's heart pounded with anticipation as she read this. She was
already impatient.
When the day arrived Chloe meticulously cleaned her apartment, put the
key in an envelope and slipped it through her landlady's mail slot. Then
she took her belongings and left. All she now owned was held in two
bags: a case holding her notebook PC, her identity papers and her
savings and a bag holding her rubber clothing.
As soon as she had checked in to the hotel and closed the door behind
her, she quickly changed into her rubber costume: full-body suit made of
black rubber covered by a red corset, red rubber, opera gloves, rubber
hood leaving only her gagged mouth, nostrils and eyes exposed and
finally a pair of red stilettos with seven-inch heels. As she knelt down
behind the door, she could feel her heart pound with anticipation. This
time Master was a long time coming. Chloe waited behind the door for
several hours and she began to fear that she had been tricked when he
finally knocked on the door. Chloe leapt up and opened the door to let
Master in. Although it had been months since she had seen him last, he
hadn't changed a bit. He looked his same old cruel self. This was
confirmed when he started out by slapping her face so hard that she fell
down: "Stupid slut," he sneered at her, "you're really in it now, aren't
you?" Chloe felt the cold hand of fear grip her. What was he going to do
to her? At the same time she felt enormously aroused by his words. This
was the kind of brutal and merciless treatment she had been craving for
so long. No matter what he was going to do to her Chloe was sure that it
would be painful, humiliating and demeaning and she now realized that
this was exactly what she needed.
As she tried to kneel in front of him to show her submission, he flipped
her over onto her stomach and took her in what was the most brutal
fucking Chloe had ever experienced. It was as if each of his strokes
were meant to punish her, to pound and to tear her. It only made it more
arousing for Chloe. Her long months of quiet and repressed slavery and
abstinence had convinced that she needed to be punished, that Master had
the right to do exactly as he pleased with her, no matter how brutal it
would turn out to be.
Master fucked Chloe for an unusually long time and Chloe was getting
tired from the pounding when he finally pulled out. Her cock strained
for attention and she desperately wanted to plead for release, but
decided to wait until she had cleaned his cock; a task she performed
with relish. The cleaning complete she begged Master, pleaded for him to
grant her an orgasm, but her request was met by derisive laughter.
Master still chuckled as he gagged his sobbing slave and used an
armbinder to trap her hands behind her back. Then he pulled her to her
feet, attached a leash to her chastity tube and led her out of the door,
taking her possessions with him as he closed the door behind him. He
offered no explanation as to what was going to happen to Chloe and she
couldn't ask him. She didn't resist him either and docilely let him lead
her into the parking basement, where he promptly threw her into the
trunk of his car. The ride was uneventful and Chloe was not surprised
when he pulled her out of the trunk and led her into the same gay
S&M-club she had been gangbanged in before.
This time Master didn't stop next to the line of people waiting to get
in. He simply dragged her into the club and straight into the toilet.
Here, next to the urinals, was a thick steel plate with a truly
monstrous dildo mounted in the center. The tip of the dildo had a little
hole in it and Chloe instantly began to get a bad feeling about this
dildo. Her fears proved well founded as Master removed her butt-plug,
greased up the monster-dildo and pushed her down on it. Chloe was
convinced it was far too big. It felt like she was going to split in two
and she screamed as the tip entered her, but there was no way around it
and slowly, painfully she was pushed down the length of it's monster
shaft until her butt-cheeks met the metal plate it was mounted on.
Chloe's screams had died as she struggled to breathe, struggled to
convince herself that she wasn't going to die from the brutal intrusion.
While Chloe struggled to adapt to the intrusion in her ass, Master tied
her legs. First he used straps to fuse her calves to her thighs and then
he used heavy straps to secure her legs to her body, making it look like
Chloe was sitting in a very painful squat. The straps also made sure
that her arms were now fused with her body. Then he took a strange strap
and placed it over her eyes and forehead, pulled her head back until she
looked straight up and finally secured it to the metal plate, insuring
that Chloe's head could not be moved and that she could only look
straight up. The strap was strange because it had holes for her eyes so
that she could still see. Then he removed her gag and inserted a very
large glass funnel into her mouth, making sure that Chloe could not
remove it by leading a strap behind her head and fastening it to eyelets
in the funnel. Finally he pulled a condom of sorts over Chloe's
chastised member. The condom had a tube in the other end, a tube that
ran into the nearest drain.
Then he addressed Chloe: "You are now a urinal. I have always thought
that this was the ideal position for you, so I made arrangements with
the club to install you." Chloe whined with fear as she began to realize
what was about to happen. Master continued: "I have put signs up on the
other urinals telling people that they are closed for repairs. You are
the only urinal in the club this weekend." As he turned to leave he
said: "Did I mention that this weekend is the annual beer festival, an
extremely popular event in this club? Have fun." Chloe screamed as
Master left the room, leaving her as the only functioning urinal in the
building.
The first guy to use her got a bit of shock as he realized that the
urinal was looking at him with pleading, desperate eyes. Chloe could
look up at the people pissing down her throat by looking up through the
side of the glass funnel. In fact Chloe could look nowhere else but up.
She did have the option of closing her eyes, but what good would it do
her? With her eyes open she could at least try to plead for mercy from
whoever used her mouth. But mercy was not prevalent among the men
pissing into her wide-open mouth. Rather the sight of a rubber-bound TV
with her mouth open just waiting to swallow their piss, turned most of
the guys on something awful. Once word got around that Chloe was the new
urinal, sales at the bar skyrocketed. During the whole night and well
into the morning Chloe had at least two guys pissing down her throat at
a time, all the time. She barely had time to breathe and after a couple
of hours she was bloated from all the urine she had to swallow. As the
night progressed her bladder reached a state where she had to pee
constantly.
Chloe tried screaming, crying and begging, but all were very hard with a
funnel pressed almost down into your throat. Besides, it probably did
her more harm than good, since it seemed to turn people on. Chloe was
desperate, but there was no pause until early Saturday morning when most
of the customers had gone home. Not everyone had left the club and Chloe
still had a steady stream of customers and piss coming to her during the
day, but at least there were breaks of several minutes and sometime as
much as half-n-hour.
This gave Chloe some time to think and her thoughts disturbed her
enormously. When she took stock of her hopeless situation, Chloe found
that she liked it. In fact she loved it. She loved being forced to drink
piss, she loved being held in inescapable bondage and she loved that she
was now Masters complete plaything, a mere object. Her own liking for
the situation scared Chloe badly because it meant, combined with
Master's brutal treatment of her, that she would in all likelihood be
spending a great deal of her life doing this: swallowing piss. These
thoughts scared Chloe badly, but they also excited her.
As before her mind was filled with the need to cum. It was now more than
six months since she had had her last orgasm and most of that time had
been spent in intense arousal. Again she was filled with an overpowering
need to cum, with an overpowering need to obey so that she could be
allowed to cum. As Saturday night and the beer festival continued Chloe
whimpered with need as her cock strained against it's prison, but there
was no one who wanted to hear about the needs of a mere urinal. Urinals
are made to be pissed in, nothing else, no matter how pleading their
eyes may look.
Saturday night was yet another nightmare of unfulfilled lust combined
with the ever-present fear of drowning in all the urine that was
deposited in her mouth. Saturday proved to be even worse than Friday and
sometimes six guys or more pissed into her gaping and receptive mouth.
Chloe spent the whole night and most of the early morning in a state of
near panic as she tried to keep up with the flow. Her stomach was now
visibly bloated from all the disgusting liquid and Chloe had lost all
bladder control as the urine just ran out of her in a steady stream. To
make matters worse, her arms and legs had begun to suffer from the long
hours spent in the cramped position. On Saturday morning they had hurt,
but that hurt was now replaced by a deep, burning ache and Chloe feared
that if she wasn't set free soon her arms and legs would suffer
permanent damage. She cried with relief as the number of people began to
dwindle and she knew that Sunday morning had come. If things were as
they had been before Master would soon come to release her from this
position. She was sure that she would be used for something equally
painful and humiliating, but she didn't care. As long as she was
released from this position. Not only could she feel that she was close
to damaging her limbs, but she just couldn't swallow any more piss. It
had become too much.
But Sunday morning came and went without any sight of Master and as the
number of people picked up on Sunday night with still no sight of
Master, Chloe had been reduced to a panicky whining. That is, whenever
she didn't have her mouth full of urine. On Monday afternoon Chloe had
some sort of panic attack, briefly blacking out as she realized that
Master might not come to release her at all and she lost her sense of
time. All she knew now was that she had been in her present cramped
position for days without any hope of release. By now even the dull,
burning ache had disappeared from her arms and legs and Chloe feared
that she might never be able to use them properly again.
Chloe stayed in her horrible position as a urinal until Thursday night.
She had lost all hope when suddenly she recognized Master's face through
the stream of piss he released down her throat. There was no one else in
the bathroom and after closing his fly, Master addressed Chloe: "Chloe,
you filthy slave-slut, I believe you have finally reached your proper
station in life." Hearing this Chloe knew what was in store for her and
she began sobbing as Master continued: "I'm going to turn you
permanently and irreversibly into a urinal. Believe me, it's for your
own good. It is definitely the best thing that can happen to you." With
those words, accompanied by Chloe's hopeless whining, Master poured a
tasteless liquid down her throat and soon thereafter Chloe lost
consciousness.
When she woke up, she was in a hospital bed, unable to move. The first
person she laid eyes on when she woke up as Master, so she knew that she
had not been rescued, especially since it seemed that the world had been
turned upside-down. As she adjusted to the surroundings she realized
that Master's idea of how to turn a TV-slave into a urinal was far more
drastic than she had realized. Both her arms and her legs were gone and
as she tried opening her mouth to scream, she got two more nasty
surprises: Her mouth was now permanently opened as much as possible and
she no longer had any voice. Also she realized the reason that she was
seeing things upside down. It was because her head had been bent
backwards and fixed in this position. She hardly had any movement left
to her. She descended into a complete hysterical blackout.
When she finally came out of her blackout Master was still beside her.
Speaking in deceptively friendly and reasonable tones he informed her
that her arms and legs had been too damaged for her to keep them and, as
was the case with her vocal cords, she wouldn't need them anyway. The
rest of the changes were necessary for her to function properly as a
urinal. He also told her that she had been kept sedated until her wounds
had healed so that she was now ready to assume her proper position in
life. With that he lifted her out of the bed and carried her away. Chloe
cried hopelessly, but her crying stopped as she felt Master's hand on
her cock. She no longer wore the hated chastity device! Maybe Master
would allow her to cum at last. But as before she was disappointed.
Master just played with her member, again and again denying her release
and Chloe was again crying as Master dumped her into the trunk of his
car.
He took her to the same club as before and here the preparations for her
arrival were in place. A giant dildo had been mounted in the floor and
Chloe was now pressed down over it. It was even larger that the one she
had thought would split her in two and again she was convinced it would
kill her. Of course she had no such luck and soon her butt-cheeks
touched the floor as she sat gasping for air. To make absolutely sure
she couldn't move four steel rods were now inserted into holes in the
floor. The rods were placed so that they pressed against her body,
forming a kind of cage. Then steel bands were wrapped around her body
and around the steel rods, insuring that Chloe was inescapably strapped
to the rods and thus to the floor. A thick rubber hood was then pulled
over her head, which was now completely bald, as was the rest of her
body. The hood had openings for her eyes, mouth and nostrils, but over
the eyeholes were pieces of clear plastic. Then tubes were inserted into
her nostrils and down into her lungs, so that she would be able to
breathe at all times. Chloe now expected to funnel to be inserted into
her mouth, but first came a truly fiendish catheter pushed up her
urinary track, making her squirm with discomfort. Then her cock, which
was still embarrassingly erect, was strapped to her body, which was then
wrapped in thick black rubber. Chloe was now covered almost completely
in thick, black rubber. Finally came the dreaded funnel, irrevocably
reducing her to a urinal, a mere object. This funnel was bigger than the
one that had been in her mouth the last time and the way in which it was
secured was different too. Now the funnel was simply shoved down her
throat and twisted a half turn. Modifications made to her jaw, which was
now devoid of teeth, and matching grooves in the glass funnel made up a
lock, securing the funnel in Chloe's throat.
Chloe knew that her fate was now sealed and tears ran soundlessly from
her eyes as she saw Master pull out his member to be the first one to
piss in the new urinal: "Well Chloe, finally you have become what you
always wanted to be: a stinking toilet. Congratulations." Then he let go
and acrid piss streamed into her upturned and eternally waiting mouth.
