Sweet Oblivion

When the bright light hit my eyes I all but moved away from it. The mask had been in place for two days this time. I blinked and it took me more than a few seconds to a see 284 standing over me and looking at me, considering something. I didn’t struggle at all as she stared at me, a small amount of drool made its way out of my mouth and she nodded as though pleased. 284 hooked a chain to the choke collar and pulled it. I made a sound that I can’t quite describe. I shrieked and gasped for breath when my mouth was free but with my mouth dry and open it was an almost inhuman yelp.

I was released from the bounds this time and followed 284 with out hesitation. This had been the fifth time I was released from the suit with a choke beginning the session. 284 walked quickly and I stumbled after her, my muscles sore and tight but she didn’t care. She brought me into a cold bare room where on the floor laid a dog bowl. I trembled unknowingly, the dog bowl was new. New things never were pleasant, I had learned that quickly.

I had been sucking cock for about a week, or more accurately I was face fucked with no way to do anything but swallow or choke. My meals were scant and bland when I was let out but they had been on plates. I felt worse than a half-beaten dog then. My sleep deprivation was also taking its toll. They let me sleep on what I think was a cot but my eyes never got to see it and I was woken up with what felt was almost immediately after I had fallen asleep.

The only way I kept track of time was through feedings, 284 made it clear they were not meals despite what I previously said, the word meal makes me feel more human. I was fed once or twice a day depending on my performance; I had no way of judging how well I did at all with that. Nonetheless, I had been fed on a plate.

284 brought me to the bowl. I saw there was nothing in it. “Sit.” She barked. I sat, my muscles protesting at the sudden motion. I was still in the form fitting with the gag in my mouth. 282 entered quickly with a bowl of something. 284 nodded at 282, 282 poured it into the bowl. “Eat.” 284 ordered. I stared disgusted and revolted.

I was not a dog. I felt tears burn my eyes. “Eat!” 284 ordered. I shook my head, shaking in despair. 282 grabbed my hair and slapped me.

“Eat you little bitch.” She snarled. In that one moment I caught her eyes and saw she meant nothing towards me. Her eyes were blank and empty, 282 was nothing more than someone to break me because she had already been broken. I shook again. This time she did not slap me, 284 pulled my collar. I again made the yelping animal sound. While I tried to gasp for air while I recovered, the bowl was kicked in front of me.

“Eat.” 284 said again. I shook, crawled and hated myself for fearing the punishment but I was too tired and scared. My tongue darted out and tried to pick up one of the pieces of dog food in the bowl. It fell and the splash caused it to hit my face. It, of course, was the cum. Dog food and cum, perfect food for me.

You most likely think it’s overboard, why this ridiculous combination of food? Looking back it was not the most degrading thing I endured but at that time I still held out hope that someone would find me and rescue me. In my condition and youth I… I was afraid and learning quickly to avoid getting kicked. As much as I wanted to die in those days, I had wanted to go home and seen my mother, I had hope and thought if I did what they asked there had to be chance to break free.

It never came.

I leaned forward, my dog darting and tasting the foul shit in the bowl–– there wasn’t literal shit to clarify but it was foul. I heard someone’s aggravated sigh and my hair was quickly grabbed, my face pushed forward and I was rewarded with face and mouth full of it. I swallowed; it was the only thing I could do. The food was soft and slid down disgustingly, my stomach threatened to turn against me but the self-preservation forced me to do nothing but swallow. My head was pulled back and I coughed.

As difficult as it was not to throw up there, the realization struck me that if I did they might make me eat it too and that was far more disgusting. So I went back down and continued my hands helped me clean the bowl. When I looked up 284 and 282 were not looking at me but staring far off into space. There eyes were glazed and I knew they were escaping into their minds but they noticed I had finished a few seconds later.

284 nodded. “Good whore.” She said. “Up.” She commanded and I stood, wobbly. 282 took the chain and led me away, 284 went off in another direction. 282 took me down more bare rooms into a small bathroom.

“Get cleaned, wash everything.” 282 commanded. I removed my suit and it didn’t occur to me to remove my gag until 282 grabbed me by my hair and proceeded to yank it out with a bit of my hair. My mouth shut several times before I lunged toward the toilet and threw up. 282 made no effort to chastise or make me eat it thankfully but she motioned toward the shower. I showered and felt for a moment cleaner washing my hair and body.

It didn’t last long and almost cried when 282 told me it was enough. 282 led me away wet and naked into another room. There 284 stood ready. They proceeded to rid me of body hair. They did not bother with my hair except for combing it once. Together they lead me back into the hated room with the suit and proceeded to move me like a mannequin

I could have struggled. I could have made it much harder for them to do things to me but fear and shock again won. Remember that girl 284 told me about? The one she said was still there with girls like me? After the second time I had been released from the suit 284 took me into another room.

There was a girl suspended in the air. She was spread eagle, hands tied above her head and her face was hidden by a mask like me had been but she was naked from the neck down. “This is 438.” 284 said she took me to a wall and chained me. 284 walked over to 438 who didn’t move. 284 laid a hand on her body and 438 flinched. 284 walked out of the room for several minutes 438 was breathing rapidly; I saw her thing stomach rising rapidly. She was painfully thin.

When 284 came back she was nude and carrying a multitude of things that I hadn’t ever seen before. “It’s 438’s punishment.” 284 told me. “Be quiet.” She ordered me. I looked dumb as she went forward and took off 438’s gag. 438 didn’t say anything.

284 grabbed a fierce looking whip and stroked it lovingly. It was the first time I saw any kind of emotion in her eyes, hate and disgust all but swam in them. She pulled her arm back and swung. The whip hit 438 on the breast, she shrieked. The mark looked painful and was bright red after pulling away. Five strikes later and 438 screamed.

“What have I done?!” She tried to move away. 284 didn’t answer but kept hitting the strike hit again and again on different parts of her body. 284 seemed to favor the cunt, 438 flailed wildly when it hit her there. A few drops of blood hit the ground. 438 was sobbing and cowering as best as she could.

“I’m sorry!” She shrieked between blows. “I’m sorry!” A loud hit broke the skin on her breast. “Please, please!” 284 stopped suddenly and 438 trembled even more, I saw 284 but on a strap on moaning when it entered her. It wasn’t out of pleasure but discomfort. I saw her adjust 438 and begin to strike her again before entering her swiftly.

438 yelled. “Whore!” 284 snarled. “Pleasure you master!” She growled. 438’s hips began to move to my shock as she sobbed. Her hands in the air clawed for something. Another strike had her hips moving faster.

“Master, please use me.” She sobbed between blows. 284 stopped the blows and proceeded to fuck her.

“This is not submission.” She growled her hands grabbing her hips. “You still haven’t learned your place!”

“No!” 438 yelled her hips moving faster. “I h-have, please no more.” 438 sobbed. “I can do something-“ 284 struck her again with the whip.

“It’s not your place to decide!” She snarled and continued to fuck and hit her. “You do not give commands. You obey your master.” 284 pulled stopped and pulled out. “You enjoy this.” She snarled. “You enjoy being fucked you whore,” 438 was silent but I almost imagined she mouthed no. “When you learn that and obey, you will be overjoyed and do anything to please the masters.” She paused deliberately and the seconds even made me tense. “You will be overjoyed to learn to serve.” She thrust back in.

“You are nothing but a whore, this does not belong to you.” She said. “Your body is a vessel for the masters to enjoy. You are a doll.” 438 shook but was silent. I passed out some point after this and don’t remember anything else.

Mask placed over my face, I was bound and spread just like 438 but unlike her I was not hit by a series of whips. No, I was getting ready to learn how to be fucked. My holes had healed.