Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
64. Two Out Of Three
A shudder ran through Karen's body as she contemplated the bowl of
waste before her...she had no idea of what Tom was going to want her
to do with it, but she did know that it was not going to be pleasant.
Tom left her to her imagination as he went to gather up a few
supplies. Karen heard his footsteps moving about the playroom and
waited, wanting to close her eyes, to escape in some way and knowing
that she did not even dare. Tom reached down and shifted the slave a
bit, pushing her face nearly into the redolent bowl as he raised her
ass up. Karen struggled to keep her face out of the bowl and was
unable to stop the gasp of pain as Tom lubricated and then shoved a
large speculum deep into her asshole. She was almost grateful that she
was loose from the night before as he took little pains to make the
insertion easy. Her ass quaked as he spread the tangs of the speculum
wide and locked down the screw...it felt as if he had spread her
nearly 4 inches.. and she could feel the air moving into her bowels.
Tom pick up the bowl from in front of her and poured some of the piss
from it on her head...satisfied that he had just enough left for what
he wanted, he began to stir the waste into a paste. At last it was the
consistency he wanted and his hand gripped his bitches hair. Pulling
her head up he smiled as the girls eyes shut. "Open your mouth cunt"
Fear raced through the girl as she obediently opened for her Master,
he stomach knotted as she realized what he was going to do. Her
suspicions were correct. Tom scooped the paste of shit and piss up on
a rubber spatula and began to pack her mouth with it. Nausea as the
flavors spread through her mouth caused her to retch.. and he forced
her mouth shut. "Hold onto it bitch...Don't you dare fucking puke it
up." Karen struggled but finally succeeded in controlling her
stomach...it was no worse than when she had been punished for refusing
to suck Satyr. Tom packed her mouth full, and then forced a modified
brank into the slaves mouth. The stem of the brank went fully to the
back of her throat triggering her gag reflex, but there was no way she
would be able to swallow what now filled her mouth. She would have no
choice but to hold on to it. She would continue to taste the paste
until he decided otherwise...now onto the cunts ass. "Well my little
toilet...do you like the taste of your Masters shit?" Karen's groan of
fear, began the stirring in his groin. Tom pulled his cock out and
knelt behind the slut. Leaning forward Tom pressed the girls face
fully to the floor then he placed the head of his cock at the opening
of the speculum and began to fill her ass with his piss. A squeal of
horror escaped the brank as Karen flushed a deep crimson, this was
something he had never done to her before. She had learned to drink
his piss in her first week here, but now he was treating her as a
toilet, using her to store his shit, and as a urinal. Shaking the last
drops from his cock, onto her back he left the speculum in, enjoying
the pained sounds escaping around the metal gag. "Spill a drop of it
bitch and you will be beaten." Karen could feel the liquid moving in
her bowels and knew she dare not shift position, she would not let it
escape...she had been forced to hold enemas before...but this time she
gaped wide open. Tom took a grease pen and wrote words on harass...she
could not read them, but she could feel each letter as it was written
and groaned..U..R..I..N..A..L and he finished with an arrow pointing
straight towards her asshole.
Tony knocked and entered the room..NuBaby crawling behind him. His
burst of laughter as he read the words written on Karen's ass drove
her mind into retreat. The girl flooded with shame. "Sir you have a
marvelous sense of the absurd." Tony approached the girl, and pointed
his cock into her ass. Karen had little choice but to kneel there as
he flooded her ass with more piss. Each burst of the stream seemed to
burn deep into her, taking her further down. "When she is full let me
know...she will need to be cleaned out." He turned to look at the
Amerasian girl huddled in the doorway. NuBaby could feel the portent
in his words and cringed. Tony looked at the brank in the girls mouth
and then over at Tom. "The little slut seemed hungry...so..I gave her
something to enjoy...a nice load of shit." Tony slapped his hand down
on the slave and laughed.
Time passed...and Karen served as her Master had decreed while her
Mistress slept...her guts cramped with the piss that filled them..she
thought she would never get the taste of shit, piss and metal out of
her mouth again. Misery traced every line of her body as she remained
where she had been placed. Mary rose...her body and mind
refreshed...it had been a long 24 hours, and the surgery had been
delicate. Showering quickly she dressed and went to check on chuck.
DebiJean was seated by the recovery gurney, asleep she had not let her
slaves side since he had awaken. chucks eyes opened when Mary
descended the stairs. Mary did not speak to the slave but checked the
bandages as chuck craned his head to watch...he was less disorientated
now and it was the first time he really had a chance to see what had
been done to him. His eyes searched as she removed the bandages...a
groan escaping him as he dropped back...there was nothing left...oh
the head...but he was worthless ...he would never make love again.
DebiJean stroked him....soothing him as he tried to come to grips with
the loss of 80% of his cock. "Shhhhh its ok...easy. easy...you are not
going anywhere and you did not need that in my service
anyway....quiet..." Slowly chuck turned his head towards his
Mistress..his eyes searching hers for the truth. What he saw in her
eyes confused and soothed him. Compassion lay therein, and an
honesty...she truly did not care that he had been all but un-manned,
had not healed after her first real use of him, only that he was alive
and safe and healing...somehow..it just didn't matter anymore that he
would never perform as a man for her...she was happy with him. "I
think that it would be safe to have chuck moved upstairs and you need
to get some rest....you look horrible DJ.. have you slept at
all..really rested?" "Not well, I couldn't while one of my slaves was
so ill...I will get some rest." tiredly Dj rose and petted her slave,
"I will see you upstairs," chuck turned his head to try and kiss his
Mistresses hand and watched her leave. Mary looked at the slave..."You
have an excellent owner there...earn her and make her proud of you."
chuck nodded...he would strive to please his Mistress everyday of
hisexistence. Mary turned away to prep the surgery area for Brandy and
to call Tony to move chuck. She would need the space.
Brandy had remained in the living room with her Master, Glen had been
reluctant to cage her... Both of them looked up as Tony
entered..."Miss is ready for you...do you want me to take her down."
Tony's eyes glinted with a hard spark that said he would enjoy forcing
the girl to the basement. "No..I will take her...it is her wish for
this surgery..she will not be difficult." Brandy could not hear the
exchange between the two men, but she could tell that Glen had replied
in the negative. She had not liked the gleam in Tony's eye's, having
seen NuBaby's condition she knew that being in his care would not be
pleasant. Glen rose and drew her to her feet, Brandy looked at her
lover, her owner, her fiancé and knew that it was time. Slowly she
nodded and proceeded him from the room. Brandy shivered as she entered
the basement surgical dungeon. She could see the tray of instruments
that Mary had laid out to use on her. Her eyes widened involuntarily
as she looked at the heavy bone saw, the various clamps, and suturing
material. The girls head spun in a wave of dizziness and nausea
gripped her belly. She had asked for this...she knew that it would
please her Master if she did it. This was the first time she had been
permitted to stand in two weeks, and having her legs constantly
dragging behind her was annoying. Trembling she turned and raised her
face to Glen, kissing him then holding her head high approached Mary
and the table. With as much dignity as she could muster, she undid her
dress with trembling fingers and removed it, folding it before handing
it to Glen. Her pert breasts bobbled as she hopped up onto the table
and with as much resolve as she could muster laid back upon it. Mary
was impressed, and looked over at Glen. Apparently the girl truly
meant her request, she would make the sacrifice as meaningful as she
could for them both. Mary turned and went to the cabinets. She would
change the anesthetic she had intended to use, instead of knocking the
girl out, she would permit her to participate in the amputation.
Brandy's eyes teared when she saw the size of the needle that Mary
returned with. This was going to hurt...she just knew it. "Turn over
on your left side dear....now..raise your right knee level with your
hips...that's it...this is going to hurt, but afterwards there will be
no pain." Mary ran 10 cc.'s of lidocaine into the flesh around
Brandy's lower spine, it would not deaden the nerves completely but
would keep the pain at a level the girl could handle. She needed to
remain extremely still. When Brandy did not react to the pinching of
her flesh, Mary knew she was ready, carefully she searched out the
separation between the vertebrae, then forced the spinal needle
through the flesh and between the bones. Probing deep she felt for the
"pop" that would mean she had entered the spinal membrane, and drew
back a bit of the spinal fluid, just enough to make room for the
anesthesia without lowering the pressure to greatly. Withdrawing the
vial of fluid she inserted the anethesia..administering the spinal
block.
Glen kept his eyes focused on Brandy's face, his left handholding hers
tightly against the pain and his right stroking her hair and
collecting the tears that ran down her soft cheek. Mary waited for the
block to begin working, she knew it would take about 4 minutes. She
watched as Brandy's legs began to droop, no longer in her control, and
knew it was time. Carefully she and Glen rolled the girl back over and
arranged her, lifting the head board of the table so that Brandy could
see when she looked down. Mary would not bother with a sterile drape,
but painted the thighs and knees of the girl liberally with betadine
after scrubbing them. She left Glen to hold the slave as she went to
scrub up and glove. Starting an IV, Mary nodded that she was ready.
Picking up a grease pencil Mary began by tracing the areas that she
would section out for flaps, she wanted to give Brandy a good set of
pads. Carefully she followed the line with Novocain, deadening the
flesh further. Glen held Brandy steady and stroked her hair, he knew
she was scared, he was as well but could not let her know that. He
knew the sacrifice she was making for him, valued it, beyond almost
anything else she could have offered. Brandy swallowed hard as Mary
picked up the scalpel and began to cut away the flesh of her legs. She
could feel little save the pressure, but she was not used to seeing
her own blood welling out of the cuts. A blazing headache had started
at the back of her head, but it took second place to what was
happening to her lower body. Mary raised the flaps back and clamping
off the bleeders with hemostats, draped them with sterile saline
sponges to keep the flesh moist while she worked. Brandy grew nauseous
as the white of her kneecaps and the muscles were exposed, and closed
her eyes leaning into the touch of her owner. His quiet soothing touch
gave her strength to draw on and she was able to look again in a few
minutes. This time Mary had the bone saw in her hands, having
resection out the tendons that controlled the flexibility of the knees
and one of the thick muscles to form a protective pad for the knee
cap. A flick of the switch and the blade began to vibrate, moving at a
speed that made it seem nearly still. Carefully she edged it down,
cutting through meat and bone with a high pitched whine. The heat of
the blade as it cut its way through the bone sealed the thousands of
capillaries and veins, releasing a burned smell into the air. Brandy
watched as her left leg fell away, held only by a thin strand of
muscle which Mary cut. Picking up the discarded limb Mary dropped it
into a bucket on the floor for disposal later. Quickly she took care
of the bleeders, stitching them shut with a fine self dissolving
suture. Tying off the arteries and carefully pulling the flap of skin
over the open wound she tacked it in place. Full suturing would take
place when she finished with the other leg. Her eyes glanced up at the
girl and judged her a bit too pale. "Glen increase the drip on the IV,
just turn that little knob...thanks...now on the tray is a hypo, push
the fluid into the IV line....that's it slowly...slowly....good."
Glens hands shook as he followed instructions, but Mary seemed
satisfied. Brandy's color picked up, though a dreamy look had entered
her eyes. The cocktail that Mary had Glen give her contained morphine,
and a mild stimulant, it would bolster her blood pressure and help her
handle the shock both physically and mentally of the amputations.
Picking up the saw again Mary quickly severed the other leg just below
the knee. All that was left was to close now. Glen focused on his
slave, holding and comforting her, soothing her fears as Mary worked
at shaping the muscle and attaching it, then carefully stitch by
stitch closed the flap of skin over the flesh. She used the finest
silk she had, taking thousands of stitches, the girl would bear the
scars of the amputation but Mary wanted them to be minimal. Finally
she was finished and packing the stumps with antibiotic gel, bandaged
them. "You did beautifully dear, such a good slave, your Master should
be very proud of you." "I am...it is the best gift she could have
given me, besides her hand in marriage. "Brandy could not hear the
praise, but she could read Mary's lips through the drug haze, and see
the smile on the woman's face. She looked up at her Master and then
down toward the white bandages where her legs used to be. A gentle
tear traced its way down her cheek as she struggled to reach her
Master and draw his face near. "She is going to need rest, and the
block should wear off in another 20minutes. I am going to give her a
tranquilizer, I want her to sleep a bit, and then she will be in a
wheelchair for about 2 weeks, Once I can removed the stitches...then
she can walk on them for about an hour a day. You can increase the
time she crawls a little more each day, but don't let her over do it,
the pads need to toughen up a bit." "Thank you Mary, mind if I stay
with her?" "Not at all...there's a chair over there, make yourself
comfortable. Tony will be down to clean up shortly. "Mary stripped off
the gloves and surgical scrubs, preparing to go back upstairs. She had
not seen her husband or her slave most of the day, and she needed to
eat something. As she ascended the stairs she turned and looked back.
Glen was holding his slave close, his lips brushing over her face as
she drifted into sleep. She nodded to herself and continued on her
way.........
