Literary slave

It had been a sleepless night for Darren, locked inside his thick latex prison…slowly absorbing highly addictive narcotic agents, and being coated on the inside with an experimental industrial lubricant that would leave his insides slicked and ready for whatever his new Master wished to insert inside of him.

This sadist truly was his Master – and Darren no longer thought of him as Kent Davis, his one time agent.  This bastard who had taken over his life was someone he had never known…someone who had plotted and planned for a great many months to achieve the results of the last few days…enslaving another human being.

As opposed to the experience of the slave, for the Master it had been an incredibly restful night.  Sleeping in a luxuriously comfortable king sized bed in the main house, Kent smiled every time he thought about Darren out there in the dungeon…all alone…covered in restrictive rubber…leaned against the wall…with his asshole packed with a drug-laden memory foam football shaped plug.

The mummified writer was completely unaware that the lights to the dungeon had even been turned on.  His first clue was when he felt himself being hoisted up in to the air, and the now familiar sound of Pete grunting as he slung the slave’s rubber-covered carcass over his broad shoulders.  He was then unzipped, yanked and pried out of his rubber coffin, most of the liquid from his abdomen had been absorbed into his body, but he still need to piss something fierce.  Pete unceremoniously flung him towards the shower stall area of the dungeon, with terse instructions to get himself cleaned up and cleaned out for his Master’s use.  The outside of his body would be the easy part…but getting the sponge out of his ass was going to be another matter.  As he struggled to expel the invader enough with his ass muscles that he could grab a hold of it with his hand, he heard Pete laughing louder and louder with every passing minute.  Finally Pete barked an order to the slave to come to the edge of the shower area, turn around, bend over, and grab his ankles. With a toothed hemostat in his hands, Pete reached into the anus of the doubled over slave and clamped down on the visible edge of the sponge.  The behemoth then began to draw the invader outwards, stretching and torturing Darren’s already stretched asshole as he did so.  When enough of the foam was removed for the brute to grab a hold of it with his beefy fingers, it was viciously yanked from Darren’s pussyhole, prompting a shriek of pain from the abused writer.  Pete examined the sponge briefly, marveling at how the immense volume of lubricating gel had been completely absorbed out of it in to the slave’s body.  The Master would have a great deal of fun testing out its effectiveness.

Pete then strapped Darren’s submissive frame into a gyne chair, straps securing the slave fast across the chest, the neck, and each arm…the ankles buckled firmly in to stirrups extending from the chair like tentacles.  Pa and me are going away fer a few day slut, yer Master wants some time to spend with ya on his own…ta further yer trainin.  Laughin as he walked, the huge hillbilly lumbered away, closing and locking the door behind him as he left Darren alone – bound and awaiting his first session at the hands of his new Master.

It seemed like ages passed with absolutely no activity in the dungeon at all.  Surely Pete had left over 3 hours earlier, and Darren’s body was beginning to cramp and stiffen in the unnatural position in which he was restrained.  Not only that, but he was getting a splitting headache and was beginning to tremble and sweat.  These symptoms were soon followed by the onset of extreme anxiety…he was feeling intense desperation, but could not fathom any reason for it, and the desperation was beginning to turn to panic.  In the comfort of the big house on the property, Kent knew what is slave must be feeling…and what’s more is he knew WHY.  By now Kent was sure that Darren would be going through the early stages of withdrawal having not had a dose of the drug in several hours.  So potent was the addiction that once fully under the drug’s influence, it would be impossible for the slave to go more than 8 hours without a hit, being forever dependent upon Kent and his sadistic methods of delivering the needed narcotic.  He decided it was time for the slave to have its next dose.

By the time Kent had made his way to the dungeon, he found Darren dripping with sweat, almost delirious with detox pain and anxiety.  Nearly delirious, Darren begged Kent to help him….to let him go and take him to a hospital despite his freakish appearance.  “SShhhhh” Kent soothed, as he wiped his slut’s brow.  “No more talking now cunt, Master is here to look after you.”  With that Kent placed a funnel into Darren’s mouth, and ordered the slave to brace it between his tongue and the roof of his nearly toothless mouth.  The Master then used wire twist ties to connect the grommets in his slut’s plumped up silicone injected rubbery lips, and with each twist of the wires further sealed shut the bitch’s mouth around the funnel, which now stood proudly upward and was sealed inside the slave’s mouth.  With Darren now effectively silenced, Kent turned his attention towards his slut’s pussyhole, which was nicely on display in the gyne chair.  As he pulled up a stool to sit on, and rolled over a covered cart, Kent began to fill Darren in on the beginning of the day’s events.  “You see slut, I already have you so addicted to the drug I have been dosing you with that you are in the early stages of detox.  One day I will purposely let you suffer the agony of this process for an extended amount of time – all for the viewing pleasure of myself and whomever else I decide enjoy watching you suffer.  And you will suffer slut.  If you think you are in pain now, just wait until the full effect of withdrawal from my drug hits you.  For now though, I think the day will move along more to my liking if we give you what it is that you are craving so very badly my pet.  Before you get your candy though, your Master must have a look and see how your lubricant lining is coming along.”

Kent took a large speculum off of the cart, and inserted it into Darren’s asshole.  He was pleased that no lube seemed to be needed for it to slide fully seated into the bitch’s hole.  As he turned the screw-like mechanism and the wings of the speculum began to spread, a look of childlike glee came over the sadist’s face.  With Darren writhing and moaning, and the medical device on full stretch pulling open the slave’s hole, Kent could see inside with the aid of a flashlight that the walls of the writer’s rectum were shiny and slick, coated in a thick layer of the industrial lubricating gel. The speculum was replaced with a bullet shaped butt plug, and Kent once again turned his attention to the funnel in his slave’s mouth. 

Darren was beyond desperate.  He needed the drug.  He would die with out the drug.  He would do anything for the drug.  Anything.  And Kent knew it.

“Here you go slut, the first step towards getting what you desperately want and need.”  Kent began to pour from a jug into the funnel protruding from the slave’s mouth.  The same drug-laden gel that had been packed into his ass the night before.  “Start sucking slut – suck down your candy” Kent laughed.  Choking and gurgling noises emanated from Darren’s throat as he struggled to keep up with the volume of viscous liquid being poured into his mouth.  The more he sucked and swallowed the more Kent continued to pour into the funnel…two liters of the elixir as it turned out.  As Darren swallowed it, his mouth and throat became coated all the way into his gut in the same way that his rectum had from the sponge insertion.  By the time the operation was finished, Kent had a slave pre-lubed at either end, just waiting to be penetrated and stretched…all for his sadistic pleasure.  He also had his slut filled to capacity with the viscous lubricating gel, with Darren’s stomach beginning to bloat once again from the sheer volume of material that he had been forced to ingest.

“I think you will find slut that now that I am your Lord and Master, that I get my greatest pleasure from modifying and manipulating your worthless body.  You see slut, you are now something of a canvass…a blank slate that will become my masterpiece.  By the time I am finished with you slut you will be nearly unrecognizable as a normal human male.  You truly will become my slut, a living, breathing sex toy and subhuman abuse doll for superior men like myself to use for their pleasure.  Nothing about you, what you want, what you desire, or what you need will matter whatsoever.  I own you – and will do with you as I please and see fit.  And for now, what I want is to begin the process of more serioius gut stretching on my slut.  You see my little bitch, I intend to see just how much the human body can be made to contain within it…and I have oh so many ideas about how to accomplish that task…why don’t we get started hmmm?”

Darren of course could not answer as his lips were mashed up against the funnel in his mouth by the wire twist ties.  He could only look on in horror and despair as his Master made the necessary preparations to make good on his threat.

The first thing Kent did was lube up a catheter tube and slide it deep into the slave’s penis, all the way into his bladder.  He took care to note that after the slave had been allowed to pass a few loads of the ingested lubricant gel via his piss, that the inner lining of his urethra would also be nicely coated and slicked.  No lube would be required for any insertion that Kent deemed enjoyable into the former author’s body.

With the catheter tube firmly seated beyond the breach of Darren’s bladder, the Master inflated the retention bulb so that it could not be removed.  To the free end of the tube, he attached a small bicycle pump.  Leaving his slave’s penis and bladder to be dealt with later, Kent now turned his attention to the slave’s well displayed fuckhole.  Nicely dilated from the hours that it had been stuffed with the foam plug, and now the bullet shaped steel plug, Kent contemplated his next move.  Finding just the ticket, he removed the metal invader, and slipped in a deflated rubber bladder in its place.  This was the most empty Darren’s ass had felt in days, although he knew this was a feeling that would not last.  The nozzle of the bladder protruded out from the slave’s stretched asslips, and dangled lifelessly as the Master attached a second bicycle pump.

The final step was to deal with the slave’s mouthpussy.  Another diabolical tube, much thicker than the one inserted into his cock, was unceremoniously shoved up one of his nostrils.  “I suggest you start trying to swallow cunt” Kent admonished, and as Darren did so he could feel the plastic tubing burning the back of his throat as it made its way all the way down to his stomach.  Darren had never had an NG tube inserted before, and found the experience to be one of the most excruciating that he had endured to date.  Kent then used some silicone caulking compound to ensure that his cunt would not be able to expel his feeding tube until he had decided it was time for its removal.  He shoved the nose of the injector gun first up one nostril and then the other, filling each deeply with silicone caulk that would set, and then seal his slave’s nose, making breathing impossible and securing the feeding tube firmly in place.  He then unfastened and removed the funnel from the slut’s mouth, taking care to ask if his bitch was feeling better for having had the next dose of his drug.

Darren did not have time to answer as Kent shoved a plastic tube gag into the slave’s mouth so deeply that it rammed against the back of his throat and nearly made Darren begin to retch.  The diameter of the tube was large, and it propped open the slut’s mouth to the point that the skin and the corners of his mouth began to blanche.  The gag was secured with a thick rubber strap around the slave’s head, and with it firmly seated in place Darren had to take very loud deliberate mouth breaths in order to deliver oxygen to his lungs.  Not yet quite finished, the slave heard his Master say that this gag in particular had one other function in addition to silencing the wearer rather effectively.  At the very edge of his vision Darren could see dangling from the portion of the hard plastic tubing protruding from his mouth, a series of very small hooks attached to thick black elastic bands.  Kent then proceeded to take each hook in turn, and thread it through each of the grommets riveted into his slut’s lips.  The final result was that the relentless thick rubber bands were mercilessly stretching Darren’s lips upwards and away from his mouth, towards the end of the plastic tube gag.  The pain was unbelievable and tears began to roll down Darren’s cheek.  This brought a wide smile of accomplishment to Kent’s face.  Stroking the side of the slave’s face, he sarcastically said “there there slut…don’t cry yet…there is so much agony yet to come for you today.”  With a maniacal laugh Kent turned his attention once again to the two bicycle pumps.

Starting with the bladder pump, Kent casually began filling his slut’s piss bag with air…lots of it.  Darren wasn’t sure what was happening at first, but the feeling of needing to piss quickly turned to an agonizing bloating and sensation of urgently needing to void his bladder.  Kent kept filling, until he noticed the body of his bitch break out in a thick sheen of sweat all over.  He locked the pump, sealing in all of the air he had pumped into Darren’s body. 

The second pump.  The thin rubber bladder that had been innocuously sitting inside of Darren’s pussy slowly began to fill.  It was spherical in shape, which would serve to seal the fully inflated state of it firmly on the inner side of the slut’s lips.  The agony was intense as Kent pushed the size of the invader past that of a pool ball, to a large orange, finally topping out with the inflated sphere roughly the size of a melon inside of his slave’s abdomen.

“Now” Kent announced, “the real filling and stretching may begin.”  Darren could only watch as his Master rolled over an IV pole, and picked up the free end of his NG tubing, now fully sealed with hardening caulking compound into his left nostril.  On the pole Kent hung a huge heavy rubber bag filled with 5 liters of fluid.  The same viscous gelatinous ooze that was coating the entire inner lining of Darren’s system.  This dose however, had only a small amount of the narcotic mixed into it – Kent wanted his slut addicted, not overdosed.  As Kent released the valve on the tubing, the heavy thick fluid slowly made its way along the tubing, and into Darren’s helpless awaiting body.  “The great part about this set up slut, is that the fluid is so thick and rich, that I reckon it will take three or four hours to fully empty into you.  Since it’s going so slowly, that will give you plenty of time to stretch and acommodate to the volume of it.  By the time I’m done with you bitch you’ll have a belly that can hold a party’s full of piss or whatever else needs to be stuffed inside of you.”

With his set up complete, Kent left his slave to suffer for a few hours.

When the Master returned three and a half hours later, he entered to hear his slave moaning in agony.  The sight of Darren’s body was rapturous to a sadistic Dom like Kent.  Completely slicked with sweat to the point that puddles of it were dripping from his body, the former writer looked fully 9 months pregnant strapped into the gyne chair.  The NG tube was solidly sealed in place, and not an hint of air had escaped from the rubber bladder invading the slave’s ass, nor the internal balloon which his biological bladder had become.  For Darren’s part, he was completely delirious.  In so much agony that he was not even aware of Kent’s presence.  Kent looked at the glazed over stare in Darren’s eyes, and placed his hand on his slut’s bloated abdomen.  It was tense.  Taut.  Firm.  It felt like an over-inflated beachball, and Kent was demonically possessed to go further.  He mauled and massaged the bulbous belly, prompting more moaning and shrieking from behind the plastic tube gag.  Darren’s lips were under constant pressure, being stretched and loosed to the point that Kent truly hoped one day to have them floppy and flabby unable to keep his slave from drooling like an animal.

“I think we are off to a good start slut, but I know you can take more.”  Kent wheeled over an infrared heat lamp, and trained it on Darren’s bloated belly.  “If we heat up your skin, it should stretch a bit easier and allow you to take on a bit more fluid I think.”  With the heat lamp beginning to take its toll, Kent disconnected the empty rubber feed bag, and replaced it with a smaller version holding two more liters of the gelatinous mixture.  By the time he was done stretching Darren’s gut today, fully seven liters will have been force fed into the slut’s body.  Kent was very happy indeed.

“See you in another couple of hours slut” he called as he waved in Darren’s direction.  As Kent looked back, he noticed that the slave’s belly was beginning to redden and glow…like a nicely basted turkey roasting for Thanksgiving dinner.  Which gave him an idea…perhaps next time instead of a heat lamp, he should just use nicely heated liquid to fill up and expand his worthless cunt.  Thoughts for another day.  The business at hand would be to think about how he could make the most mileage out of abusing the slut’s bloated body as it slowly returned to normal size after he was disconnected.

In the next chapter…Darren is emptied, abused, and his cock is plumped up and ruined beyond all recognition.