Aarla's Downward Spiral: Chapter 11
"Aghhh!" You groan, gnawing on your fist-sized ballgag as the fuck machine continuously thrusts into you. Up until this moment, you hadn't considered overstimulation as an effective form of torture. Nevertheless, the unending series of orgasms are overwhelming for you. Regrettably, you're unable to break free from the restraints holding you down.
Following an indeterminate length of time, the footsteps of a large man can be heard. The fuck machine is switched off, and you exhale in relief. Sadly, you hear a zipper being undone, and a mammoth cock is pushed towards your slit.
"Prepare yourself, tiny Adenian," you can hear the deep voice. As he suggested, you bite down on your ballgag, then the large cock slips inside you, your cavity widened to its limit as the bulging throbbing member, resembling a warm flashlight, moves back and forth inside you. Actually, you find the experience pleasant. And when the man comes inside you, you find yourself squirting once more. Yet, at this point, your superior body has been tirelessly manufacturing your superior fluids, and the entire situation feels strange.
A last slap on your groin, then the man loosens your neck and ankles. Wiggling your arms in the straitjacket, you are assisted in standing up. Then your leash is violently yanked, forcing you to follow him, the mixture of semen and your fluids dripping from your labia lips.
For a while, you walk behind him, then you pass through another door, slipping into the frame with a hissing sound, and you are immediately kneeled down.
Your blindfold is released, and you shudder, as all you can see is an erect penis between a man's legs. Seconds pass, and you can see the servant's face whom you'd seen before. She takes the cock in her mouth, she suckles on it a few times, then her hair is gripped and her head is pulled back by the man. You attempt to peek up. But you recall what Mr. Garcia had told you. And somehow, you feel the assumption is the same.
"Bon AppeĢtit," the man declares, positioning his cock in front of you. You open your mouth and you take it in. What else can you do in this circumstance? When the shaft is in your mouth, it appears considerably larger than before. And it was already enormous! Regardless, you keep bobbing your head up and down, its tip descending your throat every time you swallow.
You carry out this task for approximately a minute. Then your hair is seized at the top of your head, and your head is thrust back, forcing you to gaze into the man's eyes.
"See, you know what's beneficial for you," he says with a smirk. "Soon we can remove your straitjacket, and everyone will witness my greatness."
Your hair is still being held, and he forces your head onto the cock. Subsequently, he releases you, and you continue bobbing your head up and down until he comes, his semen sprayed onto your tongue.
"Hold it," the man asserts. Your hair is snatched again, and you're forced to face the woman. Needless to say, she does as she's told. She starts to kiss you. In the absence of other choices, you relent, your mouth open, your tongues touching as the salty semen spreads throughout your mouth.
"Thank you, Master!" the slave declares.
Your hair is still held, but you try to do the same thing. Yet, you're thwarted, your face being slapped harshly with a palm.
"What do we say, Aarla?" he inquires.
"Thank you, Master!" you exclaim aloud. You anticipate being slapped once more. A souvenir from Mr. Garcia. But the man says "Good pet!" and he lets go of your hair.
"Escort her back to the training room," the man orders. Once again, your heart is flooded with dread.
You're brought to your feet, and your lead is violently pulled. You're led back to the same compartment you were in earlier, but now you're led to a different section. You can see a large metal ball on the ceiling multiple times the size of your head. A pole at waist height with a dildo. Two straps to keep the slave's legs in place. And an enormous glass butt plug connected to an electric torture device.
"Aghhh!" You strive to maintain your composure, but the man drags you into the device. Primarily, it's your head that's inserted into the sphere. Your blindfold still swaying from your neck. Then the two straps are secured onto your ankles, and the giant dildo is inserted within you, your vagina stretched to its limit. You can hear a spit, and the butt plug is inserted in place. Yet, for now, there's no shock.
ZAP!
But suddenly there is one! You clench your jaw on your gag, and your entire body trembles from the painful jolts.
ZAP!
And shocks just continue, you being left alone with no indication when they might end.