A New World
12: Welcome to Hell
When hole woke up, she found herself hanging from a beam, her wrists chained
over her head, while a spreader bar between her ankles kept her legs spread
painfully apart. A chain attached between the spreader bar and the overhead
beam lifted her legs so that her feet were above her head, folding her over like
an envelope. Her mouth was kept open with a large ring gag, through which her
tongue was pulled. While she was unconscious, a metal grommet had been inserted
into her tongue, which was now tied to her nose ring with a short length of
wire.
"Oh, lookie, my new little pain fuck is awake!" hole's Owner said. She walked
up to the slave and quickly shoved three fingers up the helpless girl's cunt.
"I'll bet you're thirsty. Here, drink this," she said, sticking the straw end
of a squirt bottle in the girls mouth. As the first squirt hit hole's mouth,
her eyes got wide and she began thrashing around in her bonds.
"Oh, it's not that bad," the woman said. "Just a little mixture I had fixed up
specially for you. Habanero peppers pureed with dog piss." Then she put her
face next to the squirming slave's and whispered, "Get used to it. It's going
to be a regular part of your diet. Here, have some more!" She squirted the
rest of the bottle into the defenseless girl's mouth, watching in amusement as
she tried unsuccessfully to swallow fast enough to keep up with the flow.
"Not bad, you little whore, but you'll be licking every drop off the floor.
Now, no swallowing this last little bit," she told her slave, directing the last
squirt directly onto the inflamed hole in the girl's tongue. "Just hold it
there, let it soak in and disinfect everything. Don't you even think about
swallowing, either. I'm going to inspect these useless holes of yours."
With her tongue pulled out of her mouth the way it was, there was no possible
way for hole to get the stinging liquid off the recently-made puncture in her
mouth, and with ring gag in place, the only sounds she could make were guttural
croaks. Even swallowing was almost impossible, with her jaws wedged open
painfully as they were.
Had hole been able to scream, she surely would have, as her abuser stuffed the
habanero pepper-covered fingers of both hands in the bound slave's cunt, the
fingers spreading the slit vertically while the hands themselves moved away from
each other, turning her once-tight fuck hole into a gaping, pain-filled mass of
bloody flesh. The damage from the stiletto heels was plainly visible, the tears
in the tissue bleeding freely now, as the woman's fingers quickly became covered
in blood. This neither stopped nor slowed her, though, as she continued to
force three, then four fingers into hole's formerly tight opening. The woman
grinned sadistically as began sawing in and out of the girl's tender cunt, the
sharply manicured thumbnail scratching against her clitoris, rubbing it raw.
Faster and faster the maniacal redhead pistoned her arm back and forth, her
fingers coming out bloodier and bloodier each time. Then, without giving the
agonized slave a moment of respite, she forced the fingers of her other hand
inside the slaves cunt, and bending them outward, began spreading the bloody gas
wider and wider, until she was able to peer inside. The damage was visibly
evident, bloody streaks like those left by a bullwhip covering the girl's most
tender tissues. She continued to spread her slave's cunt wider and wider, until
both hands were in up beyond her wrists. Hole's Owner then clasped both hands
together, still inside the girls flaming cunt, and began pistoning forward,
punching against hole's cervix again and again until the bound slave began to
gag and vomit.
Not releasing her hands from each other, the woman roughly pulled them out of
hole as one, the loud popping sound indicating the ripping of the slave's
perineum. All hole could do at this point was howl the most unhumanly possible
sound and fall mercifully unconscious.
She awoke to the smell of ammonia and realized the odor was a piss saturated
cloth placed over the nose opening in her hood. She was still bound as before,
and could feel the blood dripping out of her ravaged, now cavernous cunt. In
her semi-delirious state, she could barely make out the voices talking about
her.
"I want the bitch's holes to be so loose they'll be useless to anyone, except
maybe as a trash container," hole heard her Owner say. A pair of hands began to
explore hole's lower region as she slowly began to regain consciousness.
"Well, you really did a number on it, I'll give you that," a male voice said.
"If you leave her like this, she'll probably die of septic shock. The exterior
of her rectum and vagina are basically one hole now. The first time she shits,
bacteria is going to get into her uterus, and she'll end up dead."
"So fix it," she said matter-of-factly. "But I still want her so loose that
neither she nor anyone fucking her will feel anything. As a matter of fact, I
want you to fix it so she'll never feel sexual pleasure again. She's such a
slut, if I don't have her clit cut off or something, she'll be humping the
furniture."
"Okay, I can do that," the doctor replied, "but you realize it'll cut down
considerably on her resale value. Even the torture houses like their slaves to
have their clits intact; their sexual need makes them more vulnerable. Rather
than amputating it, may I make a suggestion?"
"Okay, what?" hole's Owner asked.
"Botulism toxin. You know, the botox treatment women were getting not so long
ago, to remove wrinkles? Basically, it kills the nerve endings. New ones
eventually grow, but re-application every few months would make her entire
vaginal region virtually numb. The only real downfall is that it's painful as
hell. Somehow, though I don't think you're worried about that."
"I'm not," the woman answered. "As a matter of fact, whatever you do to her, I
don't want anaesthesia used at all."
"I guess that would be okay for most of the small stuff, but there are a few
things we'll need to put her out for."
"No anaesthesia, I said! I want the bitch to suffer, and the only relief she
gets is if she passes out!" The woman punctuated her comment with a slap across
hole's face with the quirt she was holding.
"If you say so," the doctor replied, pulling his hands away from the slave's
cunt and wiping them off on her belly.
Blinded as she was by the hood, hole could hear the sounds of chain rattling,
but was unaware that her Owner was unfastening her bonds until she came loose
and fell three feet to the ground, landing on her back. Thankfully, her head
hadn't first; otherwise, her skull would certainly have cracked like an egg on
the concrete floor. Pain shot through the slave's tits as her mask was ripped
off. Opening her tear-filled eyes was difficult, but when hole did, she saw a
huge woman - her Owner, apparently - standing on her shoulders, sharp stiletto
heels grinding into her nipples.
Hole looked up in agony at the woman torturing her. Barely 5'6" tall, but
topping out at over 300 pounds, the only way she could be described was
"disgustingly fat." The black latex panties and bra did nothing but bring
attention to the folds of fat covering her ample body. Her biceps were the size
of most people's thighs, and her humongous tits flowed over her bra in sweaty
bulges. Other than the pure obesity, the only other things hole noticed was the
flaming red hair and the look of pure hatred on her Owner's face.
"Hello, bitch," the woman said, grinning sadistically and grinding her heels
into the supine slave's breasts. "You have no idea who I am, do you?"
Unable to answer with her swollen tongue still attached to her septum ring, she
could do nothing but wince and shake her head. The quirt slashed down,
splitting her cheek open.
"I can't hear the rocks rattling in that fucking empty head of yours, slave!
Fucking answer me!"
Hole tried, but was only able to let out a tiny, pitiful squeak.
"Fuck, you're just like the rest of your stupid family," the woman said. "Can't
do a fucking thing for yourself." She reached down and snipped the tiny wire,
allowing hole to retract her tongue. "Now, answer me, cunt!"
Barely able to move her swollen tongue, hole tried to answer. "No, Misthess,"
she replied. Three times the quirt flew across her face, each creating a new
slice, the final one across the slave's lips.
"Get this fucking straight, bitch. I am not a 'Mistress.' I am not anyone's
'Mistress.' A "mistress" is someone who fucks married man in the hopes he'll
divorce his wife and marry her. I am your fucking Owner, and you will refer to
me as 'my Lady,' not as a fucking 'Mistress.' Is that fucking understood?" The
quirt landed once more, this time across hole's nose.
'M'lathy, yeth m'lathy."
"As for you, you little tramp, you aren't worth of a name. You're just a thing,
something I use when it suits me. A piece of property...not even that, since
you have less value than a turd. You're not even a turd, just a thing, an it,
you understand that?"
"M'lathy, yeth, m'lathy, it unerthans, m'lathy."
"Get this - this thing's - parents on the net. I want to speak with them. The
bitch first, if she's available," it's Owner told someone out of the slave's
sight.
A few moments passed while the connection was made, and then an unseen voice
said, "They're on the line, Ma'am."
"Hi, Janet!" the obese woman greeted gaily. "How have you been? It's been so
long!"
"I'm sorry, do we know each other?" the slave's mother replied.
"Aw, I'm disappointed you don't remember me, after all the fun times we had,"
the woman said sarcastically. "Or rather, the fun times you had at my expense.
Don't you recall the time you suggested I try out for the cheerleading squad,
only to have you call me a 'fat pig' when I auditioned? And what about prom
night, when your boyfriend asked me out for a date, then left me standing in
front of the dance hall while the two of you drove up in a limo? I'm surprised
you've forgotten. I sure as hell haven't."
"Sheila? Sheila Hawthorne?"
"That's right, bitch!" the fat woman spat. "The girl you humiliated all through
school, come back to haunt your ass!"
"Sheila, that was over 20 years ago," Janet replied, trying to seem calm when,
in fact, she was more nervous than she'd ever been in her life.
"Yes, it has been, Janet, and eighteen years of that was pure hell for me. Did
you ever bother to find out what happened to me after that night?"
"Well, no, actually. All I know is you stopped coming to school."
"That's right. I was on par to become one of the honor graduates. I had full
ride offers to three major universities, and because you humiliated me, I never
went back to school. I ended up living under a bridge until some drunk raped
me, then I went into a shelter where the same thing happened. I spent fifteen
years running away, Janet, living with abusive men and fucking for a few dollars
or a meal. Because of you, I didn't get to become a doctor or lawyer like I
could have; I ended up a whore!"
"I'm really sorry, Sheila, but I was just a kid, and it was just a joke."
"Hey, no problem, kiddo. Guess what? I got my shit together finally, worked my
way through college and then made a few investments that really worked out. Then
I hit it big in the lottery, but I was doing well even before that. All the
lottery did was speed up my plans. But you know what drove me to bust my ass
and do all that? You and your husband, you bitch! Revenge. Say, speaking of
revenge, I have something to show you."
The picture panned out, and then to the left, until the bound, bleeding slave
was in full view.
"Recognize my latest toy?" she asked.
"I'm afraid not, Sheila, I don't."
"Aw...maybe this will help." The picture zoomed in on the girl's face."How about
now?"
"No, I still don't know who she is," Janet replied.
"Take a closer look. Imagine her with light brown hair, without the ring in her
nose or the stripes across her face. Imagine her bounding down the stairs for
breakfast, or maybe crawling naked out of the courtroom."
"Oh, my God...Sheri? Is that my Sheri?"
"Gee, bitch, you're not as stupid as you look. As I once heard someone say,
revenge is a dish served cold, and this one has been in the deep freeze for over
20 years."
"What do you want, Sheila? What do we have to do to get our baby back?"
"Oh, you're never getting her back," Sheila replied. "But here's what you're
going to do. First thing tomorrow morning, you and hubby are going to the slave
registration office and register yourselves as my slaves. All of your property,
your belongings and your bank accounts will become mine. After that, you will
report to the address the registrar will provide. You will walk there, naked,
from his office."
"You're out of your fucking mind, Sheila!" Janet screamed, the anger in her face
visible on the vidscreen.
"Oh, I'm absolutely sure I'm quite out of my fucking mind, just as I'm
absolutely sure what is going to happen to your precious baby daughter if you
aren't both kneeling naked on my doorstep by noon tomorrow." She held up two
vials and zoomed the camera in on them. "This one is sulfuric acid. It will go
directly into your daughter's eyes at noon tomorrow, on the dot, if you're not
here. This second one is a particularly virulent form of HIV, one that isn't
affected by the vaccine your daughter was given. I'll let you have one last
chance to submit before I give her that. At noon, she goes blind. At 5:00 p.m.,
she gets AIDS. And you know what? You're going to get daily updates on her.
You see, I own a goodly portion of the telecom net now, and every time you log
on, no matter where from, the first thing you're going to see and hear is your
sightless daughter's suppurating sores and her screams of agony as she slowly
dies. So, I suggest you talk to hubby right away and make the right decision.
Otherwise, your daughter will have a most unpleasant death. Oh, and if there
are any doubts about my sincerity, well, I do hope you consider what I said as
serious. If not, by the time you sit down to dinner tomorrow, your baby girl
will be dying of AIDS, and there won't be a think you can do about it."
With that, Sheila terminated the connection and sat back, smiling gleefully.
At the other end, Janet slumped down onto the floor, crying uncontrollably. It
was there that her husband, Bill, found her four hours later. Once he got the
story out of her, he replayed the video.
"We can't, Janet," he said, shaking his head slowly. "That bitch is going to
kill her anyway, probably. All we're going to be doing is giving her three
bodies to torture instead of one."
"That's my baby, you asshole!" she screamed. "We have to do whatever we can for
her, regardless of the consequences to me or you."
"Honey, calm down. We went over all this before she went to trial, and decided
that there was nothing we could do for her now."
"If we don't do what Sheila wants, our baby is going to die of AIDS!" she
wailed.
"And what guarantee do we have that Sheila won't do it anyway, even if we do
what she wants? I'm sorry, dear, but I can't do it. We have to get on with our
lives, and Sheri has to spend hers paying for whatever crime she committed.
She's a slave now, and it's better if we don't even think about her anymore."
"You bastard! How could you even suggest that!" Janet screamed, beating her
fists on her husband's chest, finally falling to the floor in a sobbing heap.
"Can't you see what that bitch is doing? This was her plan all along. Hell,
she probably set Sheri up in the first place, just to get at us!"
"I don't care! I don't care! I don't care!" she cried. "I can't go on without
her, without knowing I've done everything I could to protect her! I'm going
tomorrow, with or without you."
"You do what you want, then," Bill replied. "I'm going to go on with my life."
With that last word, he walked out of the house, never to return. His mind was
made up, and so was hers.
Janet was frantic. Sheila had explicitly said if they both weren't waiting on
her doorstep, her daughter would die in the most horrendous manner imaginable to
her. Now her husband had walked out, and there was nothing she could do but
collapse on the floor and cry. Hours later, she walked into the bathroom and
looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, her hair
stringy and wet from the tears. Seeing her own reflection, she knew what she
had to do.
She was waiting outside the slave registry office when it opened the following
morning, having left everything but her identification at home. She knew she'd
need it in order for the Registrar to positively identify her, and that it would
be confiscated as soon as her tracking chip was installed. Everything else she
left at home, not even bothering to lock the doors. If anyone wanted her
things, they were welcome to them; as for her husband's crap, she could care
less at this point. Whether it became property of the state or some thief, it
didn't matter anymore.
"Yes, I was told you'd probably be here this morning," the Registrar, and
elderly gentleman, said. "However, I was expecting two of you?"
"My, uh, my husband decided not to come," she said.
"How unfortunate," the Registrar replied. "I've been led to believe Ms.
Hawthorne was quite explicit in wanting both of you in her possession. Well, no
matter; you're here, and I suppose that will have to do. Please remove your
clothing," he said matter-of-factly, flipping Janet's ID onto the desk. "We
haven't all day, come on," he prodded when she hesitated. "In a few moments
you're going to be a slave, and you might as well get used to being naked in
front of people now."
"Yes, Sir," Janet replied in a resigned tone, fumbling with the buttons on her
blouse. She'd known this was coming, and hadn't bothered with undergarments.
All she had on were her blouse, a pair of slacks, and shoes. These she quickly
removed and set on the Registrar's desk. He looked her body over,
disapprovingly.
"You should have known better," he said, pointing to her thick bush of curly
pubic hair. "Now I'll have to take care of it for you, and it won't be nearly
as nice for you if you'd shaved yourself. Follow me, please," he asked. She
knew is wasn't a request, though, but an order.
He led her into an adjoining room where a medical exam table awaited. The
Registrar impatiently patted the padded table, indicating Janet should lay down
on it. After her wrists were bound by leather straps over her head, he placed
her feet in ankle stirrups and locked them in place with metal bands. Moving
back to Janet's head, he had her open her mouth, then inserted a large red ball
gag which he secured behind her head. Janet was now completely immobile and
absolutely defenseless.
"It will be necessary to first insert the slave chip," he explained. "Once you
have it installed, there will be no turning back." With that simple statement,
he placed a small gun-like device against Janet's neck and fired. She flinched
at the loud pop of compressed air forcing the chip through her skin, but there
was little pain or discomfort. It was now official; Janet was Sheila's
property, her slave.
"Next we need to shave you. This will probably be somewhat pleasurable at
first, and then quite uncomfortable. I warn you that either having an orgasm or
flinching would not be good ideas."
Janet could do nothing but lay there, splayed out while the Registrar began his
work. As promised by the Registrar, the vibrations caused by the heavy barber's
shears during the initial shearing were arousing, causing her to twice clinch
her leg muscles to avoid an orgasm. The Registrar did nothing to help her,
pressing firmly each time the shears approached her engorged clitoris.
Fortunately for Janet, she was able to avoid the orgasm - for now.
This was followed by the careful scraping of the remaining stubble with a
straight razor. It was a dry shave - no warm water or soap, only the little
moisture left by Janet's leaking cunt used as lubricant. She dared not even
breathe as he carefully pinched her labia, pulling the skin taut so he could get
the last of the tiny hairs. Satisfied with his work, he released the newly
denuded slave from the bonds. Her entire crotch was raw and inflamed from the
scraping, but her allowed her neither lotion nor respite before giving her the
first command she would receive as a slave.
"All fours, bitch, legs spread and ass in the air," he commanded, quickly moving
behind her and raping her as a slave for the first time. He did this without
any further comment, but simply because she was now a slave and he had the
ability to use her as he desired. As he pumped into her, Janet felt her body
begin to respond, and was both humiliated and ashamed of this. He came quickly,
pulling out slightly to ensure his semen was not only in, but also on, her cunt.
While the thick froth dripped down Janet's thighs, he locked a metal collar
around her neck. The leather restraints on her wrists were attached to the
collar lock, rendering her unable to move her hands to protect herself. Then,
after locking Janet's feet into a pair of six inch heels, he placed an 18"
hobble around her ankles. Finally, he took a felt marker and wrote "FREE FUCKS"
across Janet's belly.
"Well," he said, "You'd better get going. You only have two hours to get to
your Owner's house, and I have a feeling you may get delayed a bit." With a
cruel laugh, he tossed the helplessly bound mother out the door onto the
sidewalk before making a quick phone call.
"She came alone," he said into the receiver. "Yes, she just left here, in
exactly the manner you instructed."
At the other end of the connection, Sheila hung up and motioned to one of her
assistants, a young, muscular blond man, handsome in a sort of surfer way..
"Have them keep an eye on him, but don't pick him up yet," she instructed.
"Make sure they understand what will happen if they lose him. I want constant
surveillance."
"Yes, Ma'am," he said politely, quickly exiting the room to attend to that
business.
"Start raping the new cunt," Sheila said into the intercom on her desk. "I want
cum flowing out of her when mama bitch arrives. Let everyone have a turn with
her, especially the slaves on restriction. Today, everyone gets to cum as often
as they want, as long as it's in or on the new cunt."
"Yes, Ms. Hawthorne," a female voice replied, sounding tinny coming from the
nearly antique speaker.
Sheila returned to working at her computer, a small window in the corner of the
screen tracking her new slave's progress as she teetered down the street towards
her Owner's residence, the scene changing as she passed each surveillance
camera. The city-wide camera system was ostensibly for law enforcement use
only, but when you happen to be the contractor who installed most of it...well,
there are ways around restricted system access.
Sheila didn't actually pay much attention to Janet's progress, though, just
occasionally glancing to see yet one indignation after another be forced on her
slave. No, she had other things on her mind. Although the Brown residence and
bank accounts were jointly held, and technically not Sheila's property due to
Bill's failure to sign himself over to him, the reality was that with Janet's
submission, all the access codes had been provided to her anyway. With a few
clicks of the mouse, the bank accounts were emptied, Bill's credit accounts were
closed, and the electronic locks on the house reset. Bill was now both
penniless and homeless.
Sheila wondered for a moment what she would do with the house, and decided not
to sell it; at least not immediately. Although it wasn't suitable for her
personal use, perhaps she would use it as a party location, or maybe permit some
of her staff to live there. She smiled, thinking that it would be funny to have
Janet and Bill serve as maid and butler - or better yet, sex toys - in their own
home. Maybe she'd use it as a vacation home for her employees, let them fuck
the two former owners while they stayed there. Well, that was something to deal
with later. The important thing was that it was hers now.
She clicked the camera icon, maximizing the current surveillance camera view.
Ah, yes...the park. Not quite halfway to her destination, Janet made the
unfortunate decision to take a shortcut through the park, not realizing several
teenage boys were spending the day there with nothing better to do than "hanging
out." Until they saw the naked, hobbled, defenseless slave, that is. Sheila
zoomed the camera in, amazed at the ingenuity of these young men; she'd never
thought five boys could fuck a woman all at the same time, but they were: ass,
cunt, tits and two in her mouth, all at once. She watched for a few moments,
but she wasn't much of a voyeur and shut the computer down. She much preferred
a more active role. She flexed her bare feet, enjoying the feel of the tongue
massage they were receiving.
"You may cum now," she said, and began a count down from the number ten. Just
as she said "two," she heard a low moan from under her desk, followed by a quiet
plopping sound.
"Ma'am, thank you, Ma'am," the naked male slave panted as he crawled out from
under her desk. He lowered his head and planted gentle kisses on her
stocking-covered feet.
"You may clean up now," she commented, pushing him away with a foot to his
shoulder. The slave lowered his face to the hardwood floor and carefully licked
up the semen he'd spent.
"Ma'am, is there anything else I may do for you, Ma'am?" he asked when his task
was completed.
"Not right now. Just go back to your cage and leave me alone." she replied.
"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am," he said, a disappointed tone in his voice. He'd hoped for
more; perhaps another orgasm, or at least an opportunity to lick his Owner's
hairy pussy. Sheila made a note to ensure he paid for not showing eagerness in
responding to her. Two months without an orgasm would probably do, she thought,
leaning back in her chair, watching the slender man's ass as he minced out of
the room, prancing on tiptoes as he was required. She closed her eyes for a
moment, a smile on her lips as she thought about what was going to happen soon.
She dozed for about an hour, her mind filled with wonderfully vengeful dreams.
"Ms, Hawthorne? Ms. Hawthorne?" a voice softly called. Sheila opened her eyes
to see her petite personal assistant - an employee, not a slave - standing
politely in front of her desk. "Ma'am, you asked to be informed when your new
slave arrived?"
"She's here?" Sheila yawned.
"Yes, Ma'am," the PA responded, nodding her head.
"Well-fucked?" she asked, cocking an eye at her employee.
"Oh, yes, Ma'am!" the young assistant giggled. "It's dripping out from
everywhere, Ma'am!"
"Good. Have her taken to the training room and put on the Sybian. Tell the
trainer to play with her. I want her taken to the edge without being permitted
to cum, twenty-four - no - make that forty-eight hours of suffering once she
starts begging to cum, and then twenty-four more hours of constant orgasms. I
want her so fucked out begs me to not make her cum again. Oh, and before
anything else, give her to the dogs. I think a twelve hour stint in the kennels
should soften her up."
"Yes, Ma'am," the girl replied, quickly departing to attend to her tasks.
While Janet knelt in front of the front door of Sheila's estate, semen pooling
up on the warm concrete as it dripped out of her bruised body, the slave now
known as "it" was receiving a relatively new and experimental form of hormone
injections which would, within a week, transform her breasts from their current
36B to 48DD. A side effect of the treatments, originally developed for the
bovine milk industry, was that it would increase the sensitivity of both her
nipples and clitoris, as well as her sexual need. For the moment, though, "it"
thrashed violently back and forth against its bonds, strapped to a medical exam
table, while a full liter of the burning liquid was injected directly into its
boobs. The doctor hired by Sheila was pleased to note that the treatment began
to take effect almost immediately, increasing its bust size by a full two inches
in just fifteen minutes. He realized, though, that most of this was due to the
liquid itself; nearly as much increase would be expected with simple saline
injections.
While waiting to see more results, the doctor began the other modifications
Sheila had directed he perform on the slave. The simplest of these were
collagen injections into its facial lips and nipples, causing both to swell
with considerable pain. No anesthetic was used for this or any of the other
surgeries, ensuring it was in constant agony. After spreading its damaged
vagina wide open with the largest speculum he could find, the doctor made two
quick incisions which completely disabled its ability to use its cunt muscles at
all. Sheila also originally wanted its ovaries removed, but the doctor reminded
her that its resale value would be affected, and someone might want to purchase
it as a breeder some day. Tests did show, after all, that it was in the 90th
percentile for fertility, and even completely disfigured as Sheila expected it
to be, the slave could have some use as a baby factory.
For the slave, the worst was when the doctor spread its anus open and used the
scalpel there, cutting its sphincter muscle in five places. From now on, it
would never be able to keep from shitting on itself, and anyone using it for
anal sex would find its asshole loose and unresponsive. If it could screamed,
it would; the oversized penis gag imbedded in the slave's throat allowed it to
only bulge its eyes out as its body was tortured.
