A repeat of the earlier procedure followed: hands held her still while others rubbed her down to restore vigor to her muscles, she was washed thoroughly, a pill to impede her orgasms was inserted into her urethra--this time before the rubdown--and a minute plug followed afterward in case Calista had an accident.

This time, in contrast, the prodding at her sex continued for awhile. Long enough for Calista to notice that the blunt glans nosing at her petals was streaming wetness. There was no prophylactic to get in the way this time.

As Calista wrestled with the implications of that, the condom attached to her tongue was removed, along with the piercings themselves. Sizable holes were left in the muscle, which ached down to its root, but at least the fetters had been lifted. Then her newfound cleanliness was ruined as the contents of the condom, exposed cum, concentrated saliva, everything, was upended across her back. A warm splash of liquid sent far reaching strands as far as her hair and the backs of her thighs. The aroma was paralyzing to Calista, who remained frustratingly unable to sample any of the concoction, but fully able to appreciate the degradation being inflicted on her.

Metal clicked over Calista's teeth. A rigid frame wedged her jaw open while the rings were retrieved from her tongue, and left in place. Then, shockingly, her blindfold and her earplugs were taken away. Sunlight blasted her with indistinct shapes and colorful impressions more splendid and painful than her previous hallucinations. She could hear-actually hear!—the conversations taking place in the garden around her. Hundreds of people, well-dressed individuals, aliens and humans alike, talking. But why?

That's when Natsuki took a step forward and drove her erection into her slave. She paused to take stock of the effect, to watch the debilitating tremors radiating from Calista's pussy. Festivities ceased as the attendees met the performance with judicious applause.

Calista's mind reeled from the explosion of sensation, her eyes burned at the sudden exposure to the filter pink light of Natsuki's private paradise, her ears rang from the change in pressure between their plugged state disorienting her even further as her visible world swayed back and forth just as she had been while in the storage shed. Her face burned red at the thought of so many people seeing her naked, her gaping sex drooling thick streams of seed, while more of it still was pooled across her back, running down onto the pedastal where she was lying. She could feel the liquid pooling against her breasts and mentally cursed her inability to even taste the salty, masculine substance that she so desperately needed.

She tried to avoid the looks of those attending what ever function was being thrown, knowing what she would see in their faces and not entirely sure that she would not attempt to entice them into using her body as a cum dump. Strands of saliva drooped out of her gagged mouth, using her tongue she inspected the device, attempting to identify it...though there was no logical purpose for it...there was no way she could escape. Her body was simply in no shape at the present moment to attempt it...no her inspection was a vain attempt to prevent her from feeling the humiliation and eager arousal that it set aflame within her.

Her body stiffened and she moaned out like a Vanejin whore as she felt Natsuki's cock bury itself within her hypersensitive cunt. She knew she would not achieve and orgasm until her mistress allowed her too-

When did I start thinking of Natsuki as my mistress? Calista asked herself, wondering when the shift had occured.

Calista stiffened, and then seized up a second time. Natsuki quirked an eyebrow as her toy attempted vainly to retreat. Until that moment Calista had groaned and whined, giving vent to her frustrations like a branch groaning under too much weight, but she hadn't shown this startled, fearful squirming before. The toy had changed; it shrank away from her. It knew it was hers to command.

A smirk crossed Natsuki's face and she swung her hips in a circle. Her intention was to stir the pot, rile Calista up. Her phallus angled inside the slave's pussy, prodding, grinding into the most yielding points.

The audience remarked favorably on the show. Natsuki was an expert at drawing out a reaction in her toys. She could change the pitch of Calista's screams with a sudden jolt, or make her gasp by dragging her swollen glans down the crannies of her cunt, making it feel to the bound woman like her sex was on the verge of being tugged out of her.

She had another trick that would impress the guests further. If she was correct, Calista had learned something by living as a sex toy. She was almost certain--but it was best to find proof.

Natsuki withdrew, abruptly, her cock engorged as a ripe cherry and as red. It glistened and dropped strands of Calista's honey like wet spiderwebs. The audience's impressed murmurings subsided while they watched their hostess circle around the pedestal and point her member at Calista's pink, accessibly mouth.

"Behold! My toy will now taste itself on my organ, on my command."

Calista could see it lurching before her eyes; a rakish, immense, sculptured projection of her mistress's ability to dominate her. She could still feel its outline throbbing in the quick of her body as she witnessed the member's detail. She saw the pure trickle of Natsuki's essence welling up and spilling decadently onto the edge of the pedestal.

Natsuki's attention was all on her. Calista comprehended, slowly, that Natsuki was giving her a choice. She could disobey. Natsuki would be embarrassed, and surely she'd punish her for it. The choice would be the same as when she bit Natsuki's toe. Or she could do as her mistress bid her, prove to her that she understood, and that she was a human after all. Toys didn't make choices, but Natsuki was offering her one.

For what felt like an excruciating eternity, Natsuki tortured Calista with pleasure, using her thick phallus to stimulate the most sensitive spots within her abused cunt. A deep red flush covered the bound woman's face as she heard Natsuki's words before the meaning dawned upon her, that she was being given a choice, a chance to prove herself to the woman before her. If she disobeyed, she was sure that she would be punished harshly before being returned to the solitude of the shed with the other discard dolls...left in a sightless and soundless hell.

Though she did not know what obedience would bring, would Natsuki free her from her current bondage only to find herself placed into something worse? Though what could be worse that the hell she had endured while regulated to the roll of toy?

Calista craned her neck towards the throbbing phallus that dominated her world in more ways than simply being the focal point of her attention at the moment. She extended her tongue, gingerly caressing the head as she captured the trickle of her mistresses thick seed, causing a moan to escape her opened mouth. Though she did not allow herself to become lost in the richness of that salty creme she had been so desperate to sample and began to eagerly run her tongue over the thick pillar of flesh, indeed tasting her juices. She ran her tongue around the the head, seeking out as much of her honeyed essence, causing Natsuki's cock to glisten under the pink lighting while the blond woman stared up at her captor.

She was seeking approval, desperately desiring to have the length of the woman's strange manhood thrust into her mouth. She was no longer concerned with the other eyes on her. She could see out of the corner of her eye, the men were discretely adjusting their growing erections while the women fanned themselves in a vain attempt to dissipate the flush that had washed over them. No at this moment, Calista was concerned with nothing more than ensuring Natsuki's own pleasure.

Natsuki cooed to her toy. Calista's tongue crept against the skin of her member like a heroic snail slickly exploring a vine. Since she was too thoroughly immobilized to reposition herself she had to rely on her Mistress to decide what part of her organ she was allowed to taste, second by second exposing another fragrant contour of her cock. Calista's body heaving against the stone, the breezes shocking her convalescing cunt, were irrelevant sensations, ancillary to the full experience of wielding her tongue. Natsuki gave her flavor and texture, and next to the lunacy of the shed those were worth devoting a lifetime to. Natsuki gave little gasps of delight and caressed her toy's tongue with her cock.

Throughout the luxurious, sinuous grappling of dripping muscles Natsuki gazed unwaveringly into Calista's eyes. You're a human person, said her stare, but no one knows it but me. Even you, Calista, are only privileged to guess at it because I deign to acknowledge it. You are a spirit trapped in a prison of flesh, which I can employ in whatever capacity is convenient.

To prove it, Natsuki brought away her member and replaced it with her fingers. Calista's tongue was immediately pinched and inspected. Fingertips rubbed each side, discovering that there was a difference in the color and consistency on the bottom and the top. The interiors of her cheeks were scratched at to test their elasticity, the crenellations of her teeth pressed to ascertain their firm rooting. Natsuki went so far as to probe past Calista's tonsils. Would her toy gag? Would that be a defect, or a virtue?

When she was finished giving her audience a tour of Calista's mouth, Natsuki manifested, miraculously, a number of visceral tentacles. They were graphically pink, like something from underneath a person's skin, or the chthonic interior of a woman's vagina. They creaked as they moved, bunches of muscle competing, and then their eldritch power was lifting Calista and turning her over. Suddenly she was face up, and before she'd adjusted to that new reality Natsuki's cock was driving into her mouth in it's entirely.

Calista quaffed flesh; there was no other choice. Wire kept her jaws open for the invasion, and then the organ's own immensity strained her jaws further. A sharp prickling and an accompanying ache warned her that the fibers holds her jaw to her skull were being overcome, then in a fantastic burst of sensation, it came entirely dislodged. With her jaw dislocated, her throat was only a token barrier, and soon Natsuki was whimpering sweetly as her rod became buried in the moist, airless tunnel of her toy's throat.

Tears of humiliation and joy stung Calista's eyes, blurring her vision as her mind finally broke past that final shred of resistance she clung to desperately, that she was something more that property. A slutty cum craving whore whose only desire was to be filled with her mistresses cock, to be having the thick seed coating her inner thighs, drooling out of her gaping, abused cunt in rivulets. She gave a moan of upset as her mistresses cock was taken from her before her mouth was prodded and examined, she gave a groan as Natsuki pinched her tongue. She was silent as the other woman's fingers scratched and stretched her cheeks, her teeth tugged and pulled on.

As the questing fingers found their way into her throat, the muscles relaxed and there came on gagging or attempt to move away as Calista looked up into Natsuki's eyes again submissively. She was cowed and her eyes pleaded to be taken, used by one who was superior to her in every way. The crowd murmured to themselves as several had come forward and start to experimentally prod at Calista's still gaping and drooling sex. One woman had even come up behind the bound blond and started to play with her rear hole, teasing it with a feathery flower and laughing as the former ADD Agent squirmed.

She gasped as her position was changed, the feel of the strong, sinewy tentacles tightly holding her before she tasted the thick tip of Natsuki's maleness. She moaned out as she stretched her jaw open as wide as she could to that the impressive endowment. The was a sharp jolt of pain as he jaw dislocated, but it meant nothing to the slave that had been Calista, it was subsumed beneath her desire to please Mistress.

She was no longer a person. She had never been a person, only something to be owned. Now Natsuki owned her and was being so very kind and generous in showing the blond slave what her place was as the thick cock thrust down her throat with little resistance, her tongue tried in vain to pleasure the long shaft, but it was uselessly pinned beneath it.

Natsuki could feel the weak push from Calista's tongue and gave her toy an approving smile. The naked woman's demeanor had utterly changed. Calista was no longer violent, or stubborn. She sucked cock and endured the pain from her jaw. Her pained tears were also happy.

As Natsuki walked forward her phallus sank further past Calista's pretty, stretched lips, and the former agent's throat expanded brutally. She pushed on the bulge with both hands, feeling how thin the meat between her palms and her cock was. She bit her lips and closed her eyes for the last thrust. A sweet cry escaped her as her pubic mound squished against her toy's chin.

How is the taste of my cock? Natsuki silently asked the slave on the pedestal. What do you think of it, having this precious flesh of mine replacing your air? Breathe my cock Calista. Faint, and reawaken. Can you smell the delicate perfume of my sex? Natsuki flexed her internal muscles, and juices spattered from her cleft onto Calista's nose.

This is my gift to a good toy, Natsuki thought exultantly.

She used Calista thoroughly, giving her the sole satisfaction a toy has. She gave her the opportunity to be useful. But she was demanding. Her libido was fantastic. Her cock seethed inside the onahole she'd made out of Calista's mouth, constantly on the verge of an ecstasy that the slave could sense but was unable to goad out of her Mistress. By force, she was totally receptive. Natsuki plunged in and pistoned her hips, building an incredible heat in Calista's lungs, scraping the inside of her neck until it felt raw and dry. The audience was quite entertained by her mercilessness. They especially enjoyed seeing Calista go limp repeatedly on the dais as her throat was exploited. They laughed and traded commentary about Calista's thrashing body when Natsuki withdrew and allowed her to gain consciousness again.

Finally, Natsuki deigned to release her seed. Her orgasm was dignified, a set of measured gasps giving vent to her pleasure. Guests closed in and leaned for a view of Calista's bulging throat pulsing. A gracious hostess, Natsuki allowed her admirers to touch Calista's throat to feel the powerful surges. Of course, Natsuki herself was off limits.

The seed took over Calista's being for the next few minutes. After starving in the shed on thin rations of the vulgar ambrosia the slave was overwhelmed by the concentrated potency engorging her stomach. Her entire attention was devoted to the heavy movement in her middle, the sexual aroma that rose out of her tenderized throat. The warmth of the fluid made her sweat. All of her body seemed to come alive at once, as though she'd been in a torpor her entire life and was only vitalized at that moment. Already hazy from lack of air, the energy made her dizzy, nauseous. Her stomach surged, and a salty froth rose onto her tongue, dribbling down her chest.

Through the dizziness and strange stimulation spreading through her body, Calista took minutes to realize that she was not on the pedestal anymore. Cum still adhered to strange regions of her back, yes, but no longer spreading across a hard surface. She was being manipulated by tentacles, fastened to a pole and to paving stones with several golden hoops around her ankles and wrists. Natsuki bent her backwards. From sound, and the touch of buttocks against hers, Calista noticed that another woman was being fastened similarly to the pole, opposite her. One of her legs was yanked up straight, the other hooked around the other woman's knee, and both their feet locked to the floor.

"Why do the humans not fight when you do this?" A warbling, alien voice asked. An electronic hum came with the words from a translation device.

"There are several explanations, depending on the particular human." Natsuki replied. "Sometimes they forget how to be civilized once they've been stripped of the trappings. Their minds cease to work, because it is easiest and safest to be absolutely passive. However, the best human objects are the ones that come to realize, subconsciously, that losing control of themselves invalidates their status as an entity. And that is so horrifying that they redefine their identity. They become a toy." Natsuki giggled.

"But they are your toy no matter how they think about themselves." Objected the alien.

"Very true. Yet it matters to them. The first kind of human I explained about ceases to be anything at all. They are mindless and inanimate, for the most part. But those are not worthwhile toys. The ones who discard their former selves though, now they have a modicum of value. You understand of course that if I want a toy bound upside down, it will happen. But if a toy repositions itself upside down because I want it to, it is a good toy. It is doing what it is supposed to do, not what I make it do. Purpose is exceptionally vital for a human's well-being. And a good toy can be crafted into a good slave, eventually."

"Hmm. Well, which kind are these?"

"Give me your guess." Natsuki replied teasingly.

She held a feathery, slick eel over Calista's face. Bent backwards with her hands on the floor and her jaw pummeled so that it wouldn't close, she had no recourse but to gawp. Natsuki straightened the struggling creature and pushed the blunt terminus into Calista's mouth. She pinched it, and it screeched, slithering away in the only direction available: straight down Calista's esophagus. The quaking buttocks of the other woman told Calista she was suffering the same.

"I hope you all find this diversion interesting. You should be especially mindful of the toys once the Panthilok skyworms reach their digestive systems. Its passage will raise ever changing patterns in their abdominal muscles. It is engaging to see as well as feel." Natsuki announced all this to the guests. "Please enjoy the other diversions. It will take more than an hour for the skyworms to pass through the statues, so there is plenty of time to witness the spectacle before the worms encounter one another."

A part of Calista wanted to protest the abuse that was being visited upon her, the part of her that had lived under the delusion that was meant to be anything other than a slave to the desires and whims of another. But for all that desire she might as well been locked within a glass cage as her superbly conditioned body submitted itself to Natsuki's demanding sexual desires and humiliating actions. Her jaw ached from the pain of it being dislocated, but she also understand that the pain was part of her punishment for defying her mistress. Though the gentle sloshing of the copious amount of Natsuki's seed within her stomach reminded her that as a loyal and obedient pet she would be rewarded with her mistresses generosity. She could taste the hints of Natsuki's seed on her breath when she burped, while she stumbled slight as if drunk from the amount of cum she had been forced to ingest.

The raw feeling of her throat and the feeling of it being stretched by the brutal girth of her alien mistresses cock had been like a enticing siren's song to her sexually conditioned spirit.

Her body ached as she was walked over to some rigging and was forced to stand on her hands as he body was pressed and bound to another slave. As she languished there, little more than a piece of living art in this pink hued hell as she felt something slick brush against her lips as she took in the brightly colored wriggling creature that seemed to be made of muscle and slime. Even if she could close her mouth, Calista would not do it because it would displease her mistress, so as the eel was guided to her mouth, the slime tasted sour and salty with a heavy fishy taste as it began to wriggle and slither down her throat as the slick texture of its body and the strange taste caused her to gag a little as it forced its way down her throat.

She could feel the long, sinewy creature writhing down her throat, feeling like a strange tentacle penetrating her already sore orifice as he throat bulged with the passage of the creature as it finally settled into her stomach. She then felt it thrash about, swimming in the thick porridge of Natsuki's essence. Outwardly, her stomach was bulged out so she looked a few months pregnant just from the sheer volume of seed that had been pumped into her. The uniformity of her bulging stomach, however, was broken as the outline of the eel wriggling around and pushing up against her flesh, before disappearing back into her body. The sight almost too surreal for her to endure and she had to look away and instead endure the feeling of it, as she wondered if she was just having some terrible nightmare while still being trapped in the shed of broken dolls.

Each squirming thrash of the creature brought with it a strange, pulsing feeling of pleasure. She realized quickly that parts of her body had begun to leak, as evidenced by the feel of her partners bare sex pressing against her sex, their juices intermingling as they started to grind against one another. They were forced to press against each other for support or else fall to the ground.

Their tribbing was of great amusement to Natsuki's guests as Calista blushed a deep crimson and closed her eyes so as not have to see the leering expressions on the faces of the aliens around her, but this also gave her a sexual thrill that cause her to shudder as her sopping wet womanhood squelched lewdly as she started to grind it against her partners thigh.

The obscure world behind Calista's eyelids was round and compressed. Dark tributaries scribbled across dull, unbordered redness from incompletely filtered sunlight. She couldn't escape the hot glare, even with her eyes closed, anymore than she could escape the unrelenting scrutiny of Natsuki's guests. They were discussing her.

"Look at her throat. It's still pulsating."

"Spasms. Human muscles will shake when they're overused."

They aren't using my name. They aren't using it because they don't know my name.

"Its breasts are a pleasing shape. They must be for gripping when they breed."

"In fact, they are for making milk. Didn't you know? There's an entire group of creatures on Earth that make milk the same way. They're called mammals."

Mistress didn't tell them. What about the other slave girl connected to this pole like I am? Mistress Natsuki didn't say her name either. I don't know that slave's name.

"Which one is most alluring, do you think?"

"I prefer the one with the most brightly gleaming skin."

Which one of us is that? Is it me, or is it her? Who are you? Who do you think I am?

Calista felt sweat pooling in her navel, dripping along the edges of her labia. She bumped her sex against the other woman's and felt that it was very moist. She still couldn't tell which one of the two of them was the sweatiest, the shiniest.

Calista opened her eyes. Right away she thought it had been a bad choice. Aliens were dancing upside down. The ground looked out of proportion levitating the wrong way above the empty pink sky. Her head started to throb. All her weight wanted to rise up through her stomach, but with the skyworm thrashing inside that made her balance swing unpredictably to left and right. Her belly lurched. A gush of redolent froth like whipped raw egg whites combined with buttermilk splattered from her mouth across her nostrils and eyes, falling confusingly over her forehead, soaking her hair. "Oooh!" She heard. "Ahhh!" Gurgle, squish, blubber-glerp-pop, alien voices exclaimed, while Calista wished she was able to swallow the sweet, rank goop flowing out of her mouth.

The worst thing about feeling like she was going to fall was not knowing what direction she was going to fall. She braced herself, arms shaking, self conscious about her sloped belly protruding, and let the opposite woman's thigh support her right buttock as the cuff on her left ankle anchored her other leg to the pole. They were her only support as the skyworm twisted deeper into her body. Strange waves of pressure churned unwholesomely. Calista squeezed her anus tight against the sensations. Crushing her cunt between the other slave's legs helped. She forgot that Kohlnari conditioning made her shameful position exciting. The sensations mattered much more than self control. The other slave's soft, rippled sex rubbed pleasure into her cunt and gave her urgent relief.

After a furious mutual massage in front of their audience the two women's spines lifted into stiff bows. Natsuki announced the event in a lilting voice. Calista rocked with her impromptu lover, sharing balance, absorbing the woman's tremors, quaking and squeezing internally around the intrepid slithering shape of the skyworm.

The creature broke suddenly into the open. Calista shouted and undulated with pleasure from the sinewy skyworm surging out of her confining anus. A second orgasm seized her, much more fulfilling than the first had been, robbing her strength. When the spasms eased she collapsed against the pole. Practically hung by her ankle, she howled through a veil of rich semen because of the serpentine alien still squirming out of her ass, waggling her hips desperately. But she gasped and began to moan pitifully as she heard the other woman screech and felt the opposite skyworm squirming against her inner thigh.

Both skyworms met, bumping featureless heads gingerly. In a moment instinct drove them again to twist around each other like entwined corkscrews as they sought a more welcoming refuge than the one they had emerged from. Inexorably, they burrowed into each woman's quivering cleft. Both women's moans were renewed by the agile bodies sinking inside of them, expanding them, blunt faces auguring their way past the final fleshly barricade to their fallow wombs. Movement and compressed into a solid roundness within Calista, nested below her navel.