Calista groaned as her spent body spasmed and twitched in the throes of the body-wracking orgasms that only now seemed to be subsiding, the pain and exhaustion screaming through her body and along the frayed path of her nerves. It was only marginally dulled by the pleasure hazing her mind as a strange numbness settled over her. Her struggles had meant nothing as her body had been played like a marionette by Leopold and the infernal device resting atop her head. "Mnnn..." she moaned out weakly, She wouldn’t go there but her mind wouldn't let her...betraying her just as her body had. The cum oozing down her face and chin from around the base of the dildo gagging her mouth as it dripped like thick syrup from her chin onto her sweaty, heaving breast. Her nipples and breast ached purely from sexual torment, engorged with blood...still hardened and aroused to the point of pain. She could still feel the slippery fingers inside the corset swirling over her hypersensitive skin, tickling and tormenting her still. A shudder ran down her spine in the form of remembered pleasure.

The strange alien corset continued to gently squeeze and massage her sweat and cum-stained body, it bulged slightly from the forced expansion of her stomach combined with the copious amounts of seed sealed within her womb. A somewhat larger runnel of slick fluid dripped down from the underside of her left breast where it fell to her abdomen and continued into the valley between her thighs. It ran down over the cleft of her womanhood and she gasped and twitched slightly as she fought to ignore the sexual arousal that flashed up from within her. Her sex made wet squishing sounds whenever she moved even a little and she knew that more of the slime was slowly oozing out from where it had been pushed deep inside by pressure. Thick strands of the gooey substance dripped from her swollen and puffy nether lips, joined by the excess oozing from her violated ass. She gave a muffled sob as her tears streaked down her face, her body ached, though at rest now her muscles were now feeding her the full brunt of their abuse as the pleasurable haze ebbed and flowed while her conditioned body had latched firmly onto the need and desire to be fucked and filled with cum, dominated and made a slave to her owners desires. Though it was uncomfortable from the amount of liquid that she had been filled with, the captured woman squirmed and gyrated her hips in and attempt to stimulate herself, the Kohlnari conditioning firmly holding onto her nerves and instincts now, determined to ensure that her incredible body fulfill its intended goal of being a wanton fuck toy, cum slut.

What little ability she had for coherent thought at the moment was dedicated to regretting assaulting Natsuki, causing the strange alien woman pain. She knew that if that same toe had been presented to her now, she would happily kiss it, just to prevent any further torments like she had just experienced. She knew that Leopold was nearby, watching her, judging her as her mind wandered into the realm of her burning need and desire that was now beginning to be fueled by Natsuki's essence situation securely within. She wondered if the holographic bulter was simply and androgynous, sexless android or if he was fully compatible with organics in a sexual nature.

With pleading eyes and exhausted motions to come closer, the blond haired woman looked over at the android...hoping that he would come over and remove her gag...to beg for the touch of something other than these phalli plugging her passages now.

Leopold did approach, but only to brusquely disentangle the control crown from Calista's perspiration laden hair. She felt tiny explosions as tufts of her hair were tugged out of her scalp, but compared to her bruised knees and loins the pain was trivial. Afterward the android went to work on Calista's bindings, first untying her impromptu ponytail from her toes and then loosening the strap securing her gag. The rubbery phallus slipped out of her mouth, leaving her with a sore jaw and cheeks bulging with stagnant semen.

"You were inappropriately haughty before." Leopold commented. He swiped creamy slime off the agent's lips to demonstrate to her that she was drooling. Cum streamed in runnels from the corners of her mouth. A dangling glob adhered to her chin. Incognizant of the fluid coating his fingertips the android finished unfastening Calista's harness. He did nothing to help her as her quaking thighs pitched her face first into the freshly-churned mud. Instead he hoisted one of the defiled woman's legs straight into the air. Her limb trembled in his grip, so far past exhausted that being held was enough to trigger wracking cramps. Yet that was not Leopold's goal, and he grasped her other leg and flipped her upside down. The weight of seed in Calista's gut dropped into her ribcage and displaced her diaphragm. The ground whirled around her. Natsuki's cock-milk gurgled in her gullet, and she knew she was about to retch. The imperious construct holding her didn't require the control device anymore to shame her; her overwhelmed body was enough.

It was a foregone conclusion. Calista's stomach bobbed and contracted. A white gout issued from her throat and washed her sinuses. It happened incrementally, a few mouthfuls at a time, while the weight in her guts shifted and descended. She'd thought the pressure of being force fed the contents of the giant jar had been rigorous. Experiencing it again from this perspective while the blood pooled in her skull was not only physically demanding but intolerably mortifying. Her Kohlnari conditioning transformed the disgusting ordeal into a trial of frustration as she tasted Natsuki's viscous curd but was unable to swallow. She wanted to swallow, despite it all, which was the greatest betrayal. Her body wasn't hers. It belonged to alien genitals, their excretions, to any creature with the desire to mate. Finally, the weight in her abdomen shrank until she was merely exhaling rich seminal vapor. Yet this was not shame enough. Leopold adjusted his grasp to fold Calista's legs backward. Her feet touched her ears, themselves leaking unmentionable fluid. Then Leopold squeezed her. Her bloated womb could not handle his mechanical strength, and her cervix buckled. A fountain rose from Calista's raw gash. The plug lodged there jumped out of her cleft and flipped about until it plopped on the sorrel, and the fountain of sperm collapsed in the air. Cum crashed down on the agent in a deluge, clinging to her every supple curve. When it was finished her body was whitewashed. Her dress was invisible in the aftermath of the cum cascade. Then, without ceremony, Leopold dropped her and strode into the forest.

For Calista, time had no meaning and the words that the mechanical servant spoke to her were little more than noise that pounded against her fractured psyche as she flinched while tufts of her hair where painfully jerked out of her head. Though the just sent her body into spasms of pleasure as pain and pleasure were for now simply the same thing for the ravished woman, her mind vaguely acknowledged as Leopold released her from her painful and humiliating bondage which was far from over. Her lips turned upward slightly as her glassy eyes followed the goblet of pearly essence that rested on the tip of the artificial beings finger, her tongue darting out and lapping at the thick cream drooling out from the corners of her mouth.

The captive agents world spun as she suddenly found herself hanging upside down, intense agony ripping through the muscles of her body, the way she had been bound, forced to march for many hours and resulted in the large muscles starting to cramp painfully. Though the spasming dance of the muscles in her leg was of little consequence to Calista as her body was forced to rebel against through the efforts of gravity as she felt the viscous liquid sloshing within her stomach and womb, managing a short gasp of shock as she felt the first gout of the creamy seed expelled from her body. Between expelling, pained whimpers sounded from Calista as she desperately attempted to keep Natsuki's cum within her or at the least lick it up from the ground as her face turned red from a combination of the blood running to her head and blushing in humiliation as her alien conditioned body drove her into a near frenzied state. It did not take long for the agent to empty herself as she hung there, the aftertaste of Natsuki's addictive essence caused her to moan as she saw it lying in a puddle beneath her.

Leopold then twisted Calista's aching body into a new position, she felt his hand pressing firmly over her stomach, the pressure constant against her woman which caused her groan in a mixture of discomfort and arousal. It did not take long for the androids inhuman strength to cause the plug to fly soaring into the air, thumping onto the ground nearby as a fountain of the thick seed exploded up into the air like a geyser. Quickly gravity reasserted itself over the fluid, causing Calista to gasp and moan in pleasure as the hot ropes of cum splashed and washed over her form, saoking into her skin and clothing. Her pussy quivered and pulsed as she orgasmed, being unceremoniously dropped to the ground, panting and gasping.

The ravished woman lay in the mud and cum, moaning and languidly moving her legs, barely aware of the hands that grasped her and pulled her to her feet as they walked away from the cum stained courtyard and deeper into the meticulously manicured garden to a small, yet opulently appointed area that appeared to be furnished as a royal throne area with a raised dais made from Somestri blood marble, streaked through with the distinctive crimson mottling and a throne that was carved from a single piece of Javashi Amethyst where Natsuki sat holding court with her other hand maidens, Leopold standing imperiously next to the throne, paying no heed to the woman before his mistress.

Calista felt herself forced to kneel in front of the throne by the handmaidens that had collected her, the agents battered mind barely processing it all as she felt tears of frustration, anger, helplessness and most all of humiliation running down her cheeks. She looked down at the ground...trying to keep this show of weakness from the prying eyes around her.

One of the handmaiden's peeled the control crown from Calista's slimy hair. The agent was free of its influence, but her rebellious muscles were of no use to her. The tears failing to wash the semen from her cheeks attested to the shame that crippled her. She was defeated and knew it. Natsuki sat on her throne with her cortege flanking her. They stared, grimly, in judgment.

"What a wretched thing." Natsuki said after assessing the bedraggled woman cast in front of her feet. Her handmaidens nodded in silent agreement. Leopold didn't respond at all, simply standing in place, statuesque.

"It is filthy. So much mud is caking it we can not even salvage my seed." The assembled nodded again, crestfallen. They mourned the waste. Natsuki made a gesture which seemed to command unseen spirits, their invisible hands clutching at Calista's once fine garment and rending it to dripping shreds. The rags plopped around her, leaving calista herself little cleaner than a moment ago. It was a disgraceful sight. Natsuki refused to look on it any longer.

"Take this thing and have it hosed down. Then, put it in a case with some of the dolls. I do not perceive any merit in keeping it around." The handmaidens murmured their obedience and thronged around their demoted Sister in preparation to carry her away.

"Mistress?" asked Cynthia. "Do you wish for us to repair the toy?" Natsuki eyed Calista once again and clucked her tongue. Ruefully, Cynthia sighed. "Very well then. I will simply store it out of sight." Natsuki caressed the woman's cheek by way of approval, causing the woman to release a sweet moan.

"If I recall a use for it I shall inform you, my beauty. For now, I just wish to be rid of it."

"As you say Mistress." Cynthia dutifully acceded, and joined the others to add her strength to the multitude which hauled Calista down an adjoining trail toward a clearing populated by stone sheds. Unlatching the grate to one of these stony boxes admitted enough light for Calista to see a number of other women filed inside. They were all strictly bound in ropes, the final knot heavily padlocked, and they hung from a pole crossing the ceiling of the box. None of them struggled, or showed any sign that they were aware of one more woman being added to their number. Rope was retrieved from an alcove along with a lock, and Calista soon found herself trussed the same as the others. A gag was shoved into Calista's mouth and a broad leather blindfold secured over her eyes. It was dark when she felt the stinging cold barrage of water beat the seed off her skin, though not as dark as when she was attached to the pole overhead and left to swing while the grated door was closed wordlessly in on her. She dripped, and the silence was so absolute that only the collective heat of the other women let her know that she wasn't alone.

Calista hung suspended in the air, bound with her thighs tied to her calves, arms bound behind her back and tied at the wrists and elbows while a harness of rope encircled her body tightly. Her legs where spread wide apart as only the creaking of the rope broke the otherwise still silence of the granite shed, everything became meaningless within the dark confines of her new prison, feeling as if she had been relegated to the position of being no better than a tool. Suddenly the bleak hopelessness of the situation struck Calista with the force of a freight train and she began to cry and squirm, attempting to get free, which caused her to wing ever so slightly and nudge the woman hanging next to her, who mere moaned slightly and start to weakly grope of the point of contact.

Calista meanwhile was shifting from pure hopelessness to hopelessness mixed with a sort of sick arousal at the thought of her situation, part of her conditioning but unable to do anything other than squirm and occasionally nudge another of Natsuki's dolls. She moaned and cursed, cried and pleaded with the uncaring stone, desperately wishing for a simple touch to give her release from her mounting lust. Just as she felt she might go insane from her arousal she heard the door open and the soft padding of feet and the familiar scent of one of Natsuki's precious servants.

But instead of release, she was only rewarded with a few dainty spoon fulls of her new owners thick, salty seed and a few sips of water before she was returned to her hell of practical solitude. These feeding happened like clockwork, feeding and returned to silence, feeding and silence. She even began to beg and plead to be released which only rewarded the desperate ADD Agent with having her ear plugged so that she wasn't even allowed the simple freedom of knowing when the servant girls where coming and going.

At first Calista could measure time by the drop in temperature that happened at night. The darkness was constant in the shed, but the temperature ebbed and rose in cycles. Sometimes it was sweltering, and the sips of water she was allowed were not enough to keep up with her sweating. She figured those times were during the day, and it was most comfortable to try sleeping during those hours. In actuality she never quite managed to sleep, since she was interrupted frequently for her spoonfuls of nourishment. Hence, during the day she was never quite awake, but always dreaming. Thirst would mount, and her mind would wander into vivid imaginings. She dreamed of water flowing all around her. Sometimes the rivers she dreamed about were frothy white, and she swam in a torrent of cum like she was a sperm cell herself.

At night, she could never sleep at all. She would not have expected the nights to be so cold on Vaneijin, but she was wracked by shivering all the same. For those hours she rocked, feeling the ropes twist and scrape her skin as she and the other discarded dolls wobbled themselves on their tethers so that the soft slapping of their bodies together would create an imitation of warmth. Even if Calista had tried to ignore her shivering the regular feedings would have interrupted her.

Calista counted seven days, a full week. More than a week, she reminded herself dully. Vaneijin days were somewhat longer than the ones on Earth. She wished she could remember exactly how much longer. Seven days, soundless, with only other unseen slabs of meat to keep her company. Besides that was the taste of salt, thirst, and hunger. The feedings wetted her tongue and throat, while her stomach stayed empty, grinding. Her head felt swollen most of the time. Counting hurt. Dreaming was disorienting. Wakefulness was a nightmare of bored loneliness, enlivened by a repetitive, tedious kind of suffering.

After seven days, Calista realized she'd lost track of her count. A day or two seemed to have passed, but all she recalled were babbling words and intermittent scenes. The shuttle port in her assigned ship on the ADD, agleam in corrugated metal. A nameless jungle on Vaneijin, huddling in a ditch as she listened to roaming beasts. Fingers and a rude mouth nibbling on her vagina like a bald rodent. Another spoon shoved past her lips and deposited a salty dollop near the back of her throat. Calista coughed, and energy surged through her limbs. Then she wasn't dreaming this time. Reflexively she swallowed the dregs of semen, spurred by her conditioning, and sucked a mouthful of water through a straw. It was more than she was usually given. Unexpectedly, her body dropped on its tether. She kicked, spun, disturbed. When was the last time she'd moved this much? Calista would have been ashamed of the howl she uttered if the earplugs had let her hear it.

Suddenly there were hands on her body. She was tilting forward. The hands carried her, and she had the sensation of swimming again. The motion was powerful, and her clotted thoughts blurred at the intensity. Calista retched, but nothing issued forth. She was too empty. Too empty. Light scorched her body, passing over her in a curtain. The demarcation between the humidity of the shed and the beating sunlight outside was like hot laser beams scanning down her back. Sweat droplets wobbled on her back, reminding Calista of nighttime, but this was definitively daytime. The swimming sense of motion gathered in her stomach, and Calista tried to retch again.

For the first time in numberless days Calista was unconscious.

Calista awoke when her stomach smacked hard onto a flat stone surface. It felt strange to be in contact with the ground. In the shed there had always been a light swaying which she'd learned to ignore. Laying on such a firm surface, Calista's mind recreated the swaying, and the stone pitched slightly, back and forth. There were still hands on her, pinning her down. The pressed hard into the backs of her thighs and the nape of her neck. The palms themselves were wonderfully soft, however.

Then, she felt rags swiping the perspiration off her body. At once her body prickled, but it was the prickle of nerves gleefully welcoming a new experience rather than the crawling itch that had started to dominate Calista's awareness in the shed. Next was soap; she could tell from the astringent smell. Pine needles, she guessed. Goddess she hoped it was pine needles! As the soap was lathered into her skin by several servants Calista began to wiggle on the stone platform. It was not her conditioning that made her squirm. It was sheer delight. The soap effervesced. Hands massaged her muscles fastidiously, working between her toes, scraping her ribs, combing through her hair. The stone was polished, and she squeaked as suds found their way beneath her.

Finally, Calista was hosed off. A shock of cold left her flesh tingling. Through it all she remained deaf and blind.

Calista had no sense of direction or time...hot and cold were merely sensations that reminded her deprived senses that there was a world around her. During her cleaning she squirmed and writhed moaning at the feel of the rough rags removing the accumulated filth from her body while hands massaged her, attended to her ignored form. This treatment was enough to drag forth a shuddering climax from her body, causing her to convulse as she moaned and screamed into her gag, further exhausting her depleted energy reserves.

When her body did finally come down from its orgasmic high, she tried to seek out some source of stimulation,trying to squirm forward. She blindly sought out the hands from before as if she where a new born animal, blind in her seeking.

She then felt something soft tickling her skin, varying in the touch but soft all the same. It took her a moment to realize that it was lips, multiple lips placing feathery kisses across her too sensitive skin. Just as she was ready to reach her peak the kisses left her body, leaving her to make muffled pleads and screams for the torment to end. She was sobbing hard now as she desperately wanted to feel that wonderful release from before that the teasing lips simply hinted at.

But it was not to be. Her body was amped up from the earlier stimulation, her sex engorged from its unaccustomed exercise, the organ finally remembering a part of its purpose. Her climax had been intense, but it didn't satisfy her. Instead she felt energized, mindlessly seeking what that brief pinnacle had promised.

What Calista felt was a tiny, hard beads pressed below her clitoris. The contact sent an instant jolt through her body, but she was still strictly harnessed, constraining her urge to thrash into a full body cramp. More hands slapped onto her haunches and shoulders, pinning her in place as whoever was guiding the bead rolled it around between her labia. She felt a pair of fingers smear her folds to either side, spreading her open. The coolest eddy of air struck her sex. From that cool touch came electricity, an incredible charge of it, flashed up her cunt, her spine, her brain stem, radiating out to the rest of her like a tree spreading roots at one million times speed. As she shook from the internal thunderstorm the bead lodged. Not in her vagina. A more diminutive port. Her urethra.

The pill was shoved inside. Fleeting pain chewed through her loins with a toothy vortex, then it was gone, replaced by a tingling effervescence as the drug dissolved, delivering its mysterious dosage. It felt like a prickly caterpillar crawling inside. All she could do was squirm. Thanks to her conditioning, even this strange new abuse infused her with an unwelcome surge of lust.

She heard nothing for awhile but her own heartbeat blasting at her eardrums like an intermittent water cannon. Then a round, fat, turgid shape jabbed carefully at her pussy, and all the strings of instinct pulled her body taut as she recognized the intrusion as a phallus. A questing cock rubbing at her doorway.

Her pussy drooled, no help for it, while the urgent pressure ramped up. The fleshy member battered at her while barely moving, blood pounding through it, sending waves of dull force driving into Calista's core. Its girth was more than she could willingly accept, but the same hands that pinned her diligently massaged her, dug their fingernails in and stretched her, allowing the staunch pillar to glide laboriously forward. As it pushed inside Calista's body reacted. Her conditioning made her ache for the violation. Her sense starved brain was in the midst of a rhapsody of nerve signals. The entire time her sex was forced to conform itself to grueling new dimensions.

Calista squirmed as she felt the strange pills pressed just below her clit, she felt the sudden and uncomfortable jolt of electricity through her body and all along her swollen and engorged nether lips. Mentally she cringed at the stimulation as she could do little else in her current state. She inhaled as she felt the bead lodged itself within her urethra, feeling sudden and slight uncomfortable urge to need to pee. Though that sensation was marginally over ruled in its important to the sudden sensation of the thick cock head being pressed against her sex.

She tried to encourage the thick pillar of flesh, the dominating force that demanded her submission to the possessor of that appendage. She groaned in a mix of pleasure and discomfort as the phallic invader was inexorably thrust into her quivering form. She tried to grunt or scoot backwards to encourage the invasion of her sex to continue at a less maddening pass.

As the cock was thrust in her, she felt a warm trickle of fluid run down over her clit and slowly puddle on the pedestal beneath her, which caused Calista to feel a streak of shame and humiliation, which was only heightened by the fact that a small part of her mind realized that she had no control here, that she was simply being used as a living toy to be used by Natsuki or some other being to simply get off in, to be discarded.

Again she began to cry, making muffled pleas for mercy, promising that she would be good...anything to make this torment end.

But nobody answered her. They couldn't understand her. Her pleas were only the noises of a squeaky onahole. She remembered how slavers in her previous missions had called her that, borrowing a Japanese word for a kind of toy designed for penetrative sex. They'd tried to dehumanize her by comparing her to such a filthy object, but she'd punished them for their chauvinism with her psychic talents. Now, however, she'd become exactly what they'd predicted for her: a wordless, lubricated sex toy.

Calista felt the cock inside her retreat suddenly as she sprung a leak, leaving her cunt yawning open for more cool breezes, more scintillating jolts of electricity from the sensory contrast. Someone wearing thin, plastic gloves positioned a tapered object where the pill was still dissolving and pushed. In her hallucination addled mind she imagined it was another, more nimble cock. But it was only a small plug. Rubber at the tip, with a biting metal clamp on one end. It popped inside her urethra promptly, a ring of pain bursting across her sex. Then the clamp bit down, mounding the area, serrations chomping down on the sensitive aperture. Her leak subsided. The cock reinserted.

She thought it was Natsuki fucking her, but really, it could have been anybody's cock. How would she know? She was blind and deaf, a piece of meat being held down so that her body could facilitate coitus. Maybe the delicate hands gripping her rump belonged to Natsuki, or they might just be servant's hand keeping her hips steady. The cock blazed inside her. It dug further than anything had a right to, touching places she herself had only known about in theory. Her abdominal muscles clenched involuntarily whenever the meat hit her limit, and she had the impression that the engorged glans was lodged in the back of her throat. The urge to cough was irresistible.

The texture of the organ fucking her was delightful to Calista's feverish, starved consciousness. Decadent friction, eased by the lotion slickness of her sex. It sparked her nerve endings alight. At the same time she became horribly self aware; her vagina seemed to have expanded irreversibly. It was an insane thought. An infectious one, too. Calista coughed back the sensation of cock knocking against her throat, but as her organs quailed at the pressure they seemed to be displaced. Shoved aside for room. She imagined, or felt, her vagina growing as the phallus swelled, first occupying her diaphragm, then filling her all the way to her skin. It was as if there was nothing left of her but pussy. That's right, she was an onahole. Just a pussy on a rock.

Her partner treated her without regard, thrusting more quickly as time passed. Her body slid in her own sweat over the polished stone. The continuous jamming into her sex caught the urethral plug now and again and twisted it inside her. It was brutal, if not forceful. Through it all Calista's body built her up for another climax, reaching crests of need, one on top of the other, but no matter how intense the peak the dam never seemed to burst. She had to cum. It was a primal need at this point, far worse than her constant, gnawing hunger. Yet even as the tempo of her rutting reached an orgasmic frequency her body wouldn't release it's tension.

Calista let out a screamed of madness induced frustration, her body shaking with the desperate need for release, the pain of the urethral plug oddly punctuated this and working to keep her right at the edge. At this point in time, if asked that a person could die of pleasure, the captive blond haired woman would desperately agree with that idea. He blind fold was soaked through with her salty tears as every nerve within her body felt raw and pleasure had moved beyond the point of being enjoyable.

The orgasmic haze that clouded her world left her quivering and grunting incomprehensibly. She simply had given up, accepting that she was just a living sex toy for her partners use in getting off.

At some point the fucking ceased. The ecstatic torture ebbed as Calista became conscious of the fact that there was nothing moving inside her, only whorls of hot air inside her cunt tickling her brutalized cavity like a jungle breeze. As cooler air began to drift inside and swirl deeply, brushing her cervix, she began to realize how open she was. All of the muscle between her legs was putty. She twitched, tried to clench, but it was as if the organ which had been violating her had left a ghostly remnant of itself behind, filling her with its immaterial substance. It had literally left its impression in her cunt.

But something warmer had her attention soon, oozing down the crack of her ass. A gossamer film constrained the tacky liquid beginning to pile up over her buttocks, but Calista recognized the peculiar viscosity of Natsuki's seed. It had been her primary nutrition for uncounted days, a means to punish her body before that. She had no trouble detecting its earthy scent. Unbidden, her mouth watered. The condom contained the lewd ambrosia however. Natsuki would not waste her gift on a mere toy.

When the bag was full it was deposited between Calista's shoulder blades while the servants prepared to stow the toy back on its rack in the shed. Meanwhile, it puddled on her back, teasing her with its inaccessibility. She was barely strong enough to rock back and forth. Not strong enough, for certain, to resist when the servants plucked her tongue and held it past her lips.

A trio of lancets speared the end of her tongue. The treatment was quick, not unnecessarily cruel, but also unmitigated by painkillers. Her mouth tasted of iron from the blood, even after the rings were inserted after the lancets. They were sturdy rings, Calista knew that. Her tongue bunched around the hard loops. Then she was being carried again. More swimming disorientation assailed her.

The difference between hanging on the rack and laying on the stone was more strenuous than Calista remembered. Just before the servants left her, they attached something to the rings in her tongue. It was the condom, seething with seed, heavy enough to drag her tongue out of her mouth before the bag settled on her sweat stained tits. Drool collected immediately and fell like syrup into the wide neck of the condom. A pleasant reek wafted up from the contents as saliva blended with sperm. One last attachment was clipped to the condom's thin membrane before it was wrapped around Calista's neck, a necklace to provide additional support. The liter or so of erotic discharge would be weighty enough to keep Calista panting despite it; no need to risk ripping her tongue out. A dab of stinging antiseptic was applied to the piercings, then Calista was alone again.

Calista's shatered mind took a very long moment to register that she was no longer being filled with the thick phallus, the sensation of air tickling her cervix was a new and unique experience for the ADD Special Talent. Her sex was gaping so wide that even clenching, it barely returned to is normal state. As yet her Kohlnari conditioning had yet kick in, returning her ravaged cunt to a perfectly fuckable state while remaining elastic enough to possibly survive an assault by the massive bitch-tamer.

She felt the warm mass of the condom laying against her skin, her addict mind forcing her to contemplate some manner of retrieving deliciously salty liquid. So distracted was she that her mind at first did not register why her tongue might be pulled out of her mouth. When the first tiny metal spear skewer her tongue, the blond haired woman screamed like a banshee...reduced to pained moans after her tongue had been fitted with its three new rings.

The trip back to the storage was seemingly brief as she was replaced back on her wrack, the swaying returned after a moment while the weight of the filled condom taunted the deprived woman. She was a junkie whose drug of choice was hanging mere inches away from her mouth and warming her breasts. Given her position, the cum my have well be a hundred light years away.

As she was left a pair of hands have her a hard push to increase the momentum for her backwards and forwards motion, cause her a greater deal of disorientation. She moaned out pitifully, her frustration leading to nothing more than dry sobs. She prayed to an end to this torment, desperately vowing to do anything to end this.

Soon Calista lapsed back into timeless delirium. Day and night cycles fed her mind strange, hypnopompic imagery. Dreams of water, or snowy semen, assailed her in the heat. Hallucinations of warm bodies curling around and penetrating her during the night's relative chill. Nightmares threaded through it all. She'd awaken to the violent buoyancy of her own thrashing. For a period afterward she'd be lucid, which was the worst of all.

When her mind could muster up coherent thoughts they inevitably revolved around two things: vainly attempting to reach the seed dangling from her tongue, and the horrific idea that she might be left here forever.

It wasn't such an impossible concept; she was well aware during these spells of intelligence that she was surrounded by other toys in the shed. They were all here before her, and as far as she could tell, none of them had been taken out so far. Of course, being blind and deaf helped nothing, but she could feel the wind when servants entered, and the metal bar she and the other toys were suspended from would vibrate whenever one of them was jostled.

What if Natsuki was so offended that she wouldn't allow Calista to apologize? She could be slotted here for the rest of her life, unaware of the hours passing, starving for cock--pathetic. She could have had dresses, and Sisters to serve with. Fine food to eat and a purpose in life. Instead, Calista considered with maddening apprehension, she might forget they had ever been offered to her. Consigned to the dark, Calista might eventually forget her own name, and become truly nothing but an object on a rack.

Horror and nightmares warped her sense of reality even further, panic overrode her what little sanity she had left, perceiving little that was left to her senses until strong hands stopped her swaying motions. Though to her fractured and frightened mind, they were the claws of monsters seeking to rip and tear at her flesh, rend her and leave nothing behind but a pile of viscera and blood. She squirmed and screamed, gibbering incoherently as she was easily carried out of the shed, to be sacrificed to blood thirsty gods...made a sex slave to a demon lord.

She cried and pleaded...making little sense with the people carrying her until she felt herself placed down on a stone slab like before. Laying on her back, she tried to squirm away as more hands joined the others.