Catherine Makes A Change

By Petricia

     She stood in the doorway and gazed at it as she had done countless times before. Gleaming stainless steel, black lacquer, soft black leather, chrome buckles. It was beautiful, a work of art. It was hideous, evil, cold- a thing to be feared and reviled. It dominated the room, as it dominated her thoughts, and holding the promise of something so sinister it made her quiver to think about it.

     The device was Catherine’s own creation, a product of her fantasies. She had begun designing it in her final year at MIT. It had taken several years, lots of work, and all of her engineering skills to create. It stemmed from her love of self bondage and her desire to always push her limits. She had developed numerous ways to place herself into strict bondage, devices to whip herself, fucking machines, but this was by far her masterpiece.

     Even now as it rested in the center of her personal dungeon which she had fashioned from her spare bedroom, she wondered what had possessed her to build it. She never had planned to actually use it. She had rationalized a hundred times that it was just an experiment, a test of her engineering skills. Deep down she knew it was more than that however. While its intended purpose was so dark and unthinkable as to cause her to shudder, its presence in her home also drove her mad with lust.

     She had used her dungeon only once since completing the device. She had been lying on the floor in a strict hogtie of her own making when she had the strangest feeling, as if it were watching her, calling to her. That evening she had locked the door to the dungeon before going to bed. Irrational of course, but it seemed to have a life of its own. Since then she had stopped to look at it a thousand times, but never dared remain in the room for long. Each time, it seemed to beckon her, to taunt and tease her, promising to fulfill her submissive desires. She knew it was ridiculous to think of an inanimate object in this way, but try as she might she could not shake the feeling.

     Catherine’s hand wandered to her breast, caressing and teasing the nipple through her blouse and sheer bra. Closing her eyes, her other hand found the catch on her pants and deftly released it, letting the soft fabric slide down her long legs to the floor.  She expertly found her target through the already wet panties, eliciting a small squeak of delight. The pleasure soon built to near crescendo and just as she was about to climax her eyes fell upon the beautiful, almost mesmerizing device.

     Catherine’s world exploded into a million shooting stars, swirling around her vision. Her knees buckled and she collapsed to the floor in ecstasy. As her hands worked furiously she came again and again, her mind melting into an almost unbearable state of bliss. Such was her pleasure that she was unaware of her own screams, her whereabouts, or anything else. Catherine’s world went black.

     As consciousness slowly crept back in Catherine felt her disgust rise in her throat. Not that she was unaccustomed to pleasuring herself-far from it. Her revulsion came as she peered through sweat soaked locks of golden hair at the insidious machine. How could she be so turned on at the thought of this horrible thing?

     “This is it!” she proclaimed. “Next weekend you are out of here!”

     “My god,”she thought, “now I’m talking to it!”

     She knew the following weekend was the beginning of her vacation so she decided to remove the temptation. What had taken her several years to create, she would destroy over the course of a weekend. She would dismantle the device and get it out of her home, out of her head. She would return to her ‘normal’ life. She couldn’t help but smile ruefully at the irony of that term. No one normal would devise such a thing.

     The following week was, in fact, fairly normal. Catherine worked for a major pharmaceutical and medical equipment manufacturer. She loved her work and was pleased that her designs were helping patients all over the world. It also allowed her access to materials she had used for her little projects at home. While she wasn’t close with many of her associates, she did date a few and was, up until recently,seeing Robert, a chemist from the R and D department. She liked him well enough and sex with him was good, although nothing like what she experienced in the context of her bdsm sessions. She had approached him early on about her love of bdsm but it simply wasn’t in him to dominate her. She had agreed, albeit reluctantly to keep the sex straightforward and resolved to simply keep her bondage sessions a one-woman show. Since their relationship was very casual it had presented no real problem.

     That week kept Catherine quite busy at work, trying to get as much work done as possible before her vacation. Her nights, however, were more difficult. Her dreams were filled with thoughts of the machine, waiting quietly down the hall. In her dreams it actually took on the role of her Master, deciding her fate as easily as if deciding what to have for dinner. In all instances it had control of her, making her its plaything. She awoke many times a night, frightened, alone, and yet that familiar fire between her legs burned hot. While the dreams frightened her, she masturbated often afterwards, her desire not permitting sleep.

     At last Friday evening was here and Catherine hurried home to begin her much deserved time off and to rid herself of the item which had haunted her for so long. As the front door closed behind her she had a mixture of emotions. On one hand she was happy to be divesting herself of the conflict she seemed to suffer at the hands of this creation of hers. On the other hand she felt almost as if she were a traitor, betraying that which she had created, a part of her, and she of it.

     Brushing aside these ridiculous notions she decided to make a salad for herself and then a nice hot shower. Surely she would feel much better then. As she ate it occurred to her that she could have begun dismantling the device when she had first decided to do so. Why had she waited so long? Did she really want to get rid of it? Of course she did! She resolved to begin immediately after she bathed.

     As the shower water ran, Catherine quickly stripped of her work attire, perusing the figure in the mirror. Her long blonde hair fell about her shoulders, reflecting the light sensuously. Her breasts, while not especially large, were perky and without any sag. Her little eraser tip nipples were light pink and slightly upturned. Her waist was trim and her hips narrow. She considered herself too skinny, envying those girls with a little more curve than she possessed. She always marveled at her pubic mound, devoid of any hair through extensive laser treatments. It was her one outward compromise to her latent submissiveness. She considered a bald mound so very slave-like. Of course the laser treatments hadn’t stopped there. While she was naturally lacking in much body hair, she still had determined to permanently remove all of it below her neck, and that is just what she did. Her longs silky legs were evidence to that.

     Catherine stepped into the shower and let it wash away the effects of a day at work, the commute home, and, to some extent, the inner conflict she was experiencing. The soothing jet of warm water relaxed her muscles and calmed her nerves. She took a few moments  to luxuriate in fragrant body wash and to shampoo her lush golden locks. It occurred to her that she had a job to do and should get started. She reluctantly turned off the water and, after wrapping her long hair in a thick towel, patted herself dry and wrapped a towel around herself. In her bedroom she began to dress in the denim shorts and old t shirt she usually wore for chores.

     After picking up some tools from her garage she made her was purposefully back to the dungeon and unlocked the door. As it swung open her resolve wavered. She set her tools down and stood transfixed. Gazing at the gleaming steel she couldn’t help but feel she was engaged in a war of wills-hers against the machine. Of course she knew it was all in her mind. It had always been, but still the feeling persisted.

     Catherine suddenly felt over dressed, especially in its presence. Hypnotically, her hands moved to the snap on her shorts. She had lost the battle! Her eyes welled with tears as the shorts slid down her legs. Stepping out of them she then slowly pulled the t shirt over her head and let it join her shorts on the floor. She stood there staring at the machine, her sheer panties her last line of defense. Slowly she slid them down her smooth legs, letting them fall to the floor to join her other clothes.

She wandered back to her bedroom and, opening her lingerie drawer, found a new pair of white seamed stay up stockings. She removed them from their package, letting them glide through her hands and across her arms. Tiny goosebumps rose and she held them up to her cheek, feeling their silky smoothness.

     “What am I doing?”she asked her reflection. “I’ve got to stop!”

     Catherine sat on the bed and rolled first one and then the other stocking up her long legs, the lacy tops stopping a few inches from her now heated sex. As if in a trance she walked to the closet and picked out a pair of white patent 6” stilettos with tiny buckling ankle straps. Sitting down she slipped her feet into the sexy shoes, buckling them around her slender ankles. As she stood her legs were instantly transformed into long, sleek, shapely pillars of ivory perfection. She loved the way they looked and her sex began to flow as she admired her look in the full length mirror.

    “Well, I have time still. I can begin work later” she again rationalized.

     Feeling sexier by the minute, she moved back to the bathroom, hips thrust slightly forward and swaying seductively. She grabbed her blow dryer and styling brush, working her blonde locks into a sexy lion’s mane of golden tufts. Satisfied with her look she began to apply makeup- deep blush on her cheeks, heavy black eyeliner and layer upon layer of mascara, dark charcoal eyeshadow, and deep scarlet lipstick. She looked the picture of lust and was proud of how well she had done. As she was reaching for the light switch she had a sudden wild idea. She quickly grabbed a razor from the drawer and before allowing herself the opportunity to change her mind, deftly removed her eyebrows. Reaching into her makeup drawer she removed a black eyebrow pencil and began to pencil in her new eyebrows. While she had never done this before she was happy with her work, thin black eyebrows raised in a slightly surprised arch. She added shimmering gold highlights just below to emphasize her brow line.

     Her sex flowed freely now, looking at the vision in the mirror.

     “My god, what did I just do?” she said aloud.

     While her rational mind still struggled valiantly to remain in control, the fire in her womb made certain it was hopeless. The fire raged and nothing short of a natural disaster would change the course of events. She still rationalized that this was just for a while and she would work on destroying the wicked, beautiful temptation down the hall.

     Taking one last look in the mirror Catherine switched off the bathroom lights and struggled down the hall on unsteady legs, due to the impossible heels and her own nervousness. The pit in her stomach grew steadily with each step, as did her desire. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she reached the dungeon. Her breath caught in her throat as the machine came in to view. She had seen it a million times before, had designed, created, assembled every inch of it. But now, standing before it, she felt completely in awe of it. Both terrified and drawn to it, she mused that this must be the feeling when a slave gives themselves to a Master. Of course she had no intention of giving herself to this object, no matter how beautiful it was or how erotic.

     The walls of her dungeon were covered in mirrors and she caught sight of herself from every angle, looking every bit the erotic vision of perfection that she felt. Dropping to her knees she clasped her hands behind her back, thrusting her pale breasts forward proudly on display. She looked down and saw her discarded clothes and considered for a moment putting an end to this and beginning the job she had intended to do. Just then she felt a droplet of her dew trickle down the inside of her right thigh and she was overcome with lust.

      “Oh god!” she cried, voice wavering.

     Catherine dropped to her hands and knees, and crawled to her Master.

     “Master? Where did that come from? I’m losing it for sure! Maybe I’ve already gone crazy! What if this is all an hallucination? What if I am really insane?”

     The questions rolled through her head, even as she reached the machine. She reached out a hand and lovingly caressed the smooth black surfaces, the shining chrome, the strong leather. On an impulse she kissed the body of the machine and, losing ground to her questioning mind, let her tongue slither from between her cherry red lips. Licking, sucking, kissing, caressing her Master, she worked her way towards her final destination-a huge dildo mounted on a saddle of sorts. The saddle was black lacquer and was actually more of a housing for the mechanisms beneath. Catherine’s sensitive nipples brushed against it as she began making love to the dildo mounted on top.

     Catherine climbed up and knelt on the right kneepad which was mounted on one side of the saddle. Sensing no threat, as the machine had not been turned on, she swung her left leg over the saddle. The position caused her knees to be spread slightly. As her left knee touched the smooth surface of the other kneepad, she felt the tip of the enormous dildo lightly spread her labia.

     “Oh god” she moaned loudly. Just this slight touch was driving her mad.

     She reached down and pulled a leather strap which was mounted on the right kneepad around the back of her knee, buckling it tight. Shivering, she repeated the process with the left knee, ensuing she would be going nowhere until she released the buckles. She teased herself with the head of the monster, rocking gently back and forth. She had been in this position before, in one of the many testing phases of the machine, but never with it fully assembled. Certainly not with it fully operational. She wondered how it would feel, to be here, in this position, once the power was on and the machine a very real threat. God, it turned her on to think about!

     The power switch was mounted on the body of the machine in front of the saddle. She casually fingered the switch as she contemplated how it would feel to be so close… so very close. Just a little flick of a switch, that’s all. The danger, the excitement! So very close. She added just a little more pressure to the switch. So very close!

     Catherine jumped as the machine suddenly whirred to life, motors winding up, internal computer booting up. As her heart was beating loudly in her ears, she fought desperately to catch her breath.

     “It’s ok girl, just relax. Nothing will happen if you don’t do anything. The power is on, that’s all. You’re ok” she reassured herself.

     Still, being this close, so very close. It was so dangerous, so exhilarating.

     The kneepads were mounted so that they ran from side to side, allowing the occupant’s knees to spread as wide as physically possible.They were currently locked in place. The release mechanism was mounted just behind the power switch and once released the occupant would have to use their inner thigh muscles to either hold the knees together, or let them spread apart, allowing the occupant to be lowered onto the dildo. Catherine teased the release button with her fingernails, wondering how it would be to have to hold her knees in to avoid being impaled by the massive intruder. She could do it, she was certain. She was young and strong, and she could hold it for an hour. Couldn’t she? Yes, of course she could. Should she try? Did she really want to? Oh, she did, for sure, but if she failed….

     She brushed aside the idea of failure and reached to a high table to her left.  She opened a small refrigerator and removed a vial of thick opaque liquid which she then placed into a small microwave and warmed it. She also picked up a thick, squishy flesh colored dildo, complete with balls. Opening the vial she poured the substance into the base of the dildo and placed a cap on it to seal it. Casting aside the vial she inserted the phallus into a clamp mounted on the upright column of the machine directly in front of her face. Barely able to control her trembling hands, she then picked up a bottle of baby oil and squeezed some over each breast. As she massaged the slick oil into her breasts a thousand sparks shot through her body, eminating from her now highly sensitive nipples. The low moan that escaped her lips was that of pure lust.

     Reaching down she found 4 surgical clamps attached to tensioned cables leading into the saddle. There were two clamps on each side. She gingerly attached a clamp to an already wide splayed lip, wincing slightly with the new pinch. She repeated the process with the other three. The cables were pulling, but she could certainly bear it.

     Catherine was near the point of feinting, her pulse pounded in her temples, her breath came in short gasps, her stomach tied in knots. She was so close! Could she? Should she? She had come this far. She was almost there. Should she stop or go on? Did she dare? She was so close! So very close!

     She again toyed with the release button. Just a little pressure, just a little more….

     Catherine’s knees suddenly slid outward, the monster splitting her lips wide and driving an inch and a half into her. She shrieked, out of both shock and pain as she was brutally penetrated. Quickly she pulled her knees back together as far as she could. She knew that once the knee pads were released that the machine was active and prepared to strike. There was only one thing left to do and she would be at its mercy for 60 minutes. While she would still be in control of how far she would be impaled on the dildo, that would be her only measure of control. Thus was the design of the machine-to keep her in its grip for the hour she had programmed it to, and force her to chose her own fate.

     She reached down to the body of the machine and took some weight on her arms, easing some of the strain on her inner thighs and allowing the intruder to slip out of her until just the tip was once again teasing her pussy. She had, unfortunately, forgotten about the oil remaining on her hands. As her hands began to slide to the sides of the machine, the dildo began slipping back inside her. Clamping her knees together again, she considered unbuckling the straps and removing the clamps. At this point this was her only way out, as the slides for the kneepads could not be locked down again from her position, nor could the machine be turned off.

     Just as she was reaching for the buckle holding her right knee in place, the vibrations began in the dildo. Catherine gasped in surprise even though she had known it was coming. Losing concentration for a moment she allowed her knees to open slightly, the dildo sliding into her slightly. She soon discovered that she could fuck herself, even if only slightly, by allowing her knees to separate slightly, and then closing them again. As she developed a rhythm she caught sight of herself in the mirrored wall.

     “What a slut!” The words came out so naturally. The sight just served to spur her on. Just one last step! So close. So very close! The reflection was a picture of pure lust! So erotic! So sensual! Just one thing missing, just one thing! So close! So very close!

     Catherine reached both hands behind her. Placing them palm to palm she bent forward slightly and, reaching up as far as she could, managed to slip her arms through the two leather loops. So close, so very close! Catherine realized she was crying again. As her brain screamed for her to remove her arms from the loops she pulled hard down towards her behind. As tears streamed down her cheeks the loops, attached to a vertical pillar behind her, began to tighten. At first she felt her wrists enclosed, palm to palm and then her elbows were drawn together. Tighter and tighter the upper strap became, until her forearms were welded together. She both heard and felt the twin clicks sealing her fate for the next 60 minutes.

     “Noooooooooo” she cried out, her mind in a frenzy. What had she done? How could she be so foolish? How had she allowed it to go this far? Now it was too late. Her fate was sealed!

     In her panic she had allowed her knees to open more. She was jerked back into action by the dildo slipping deeper into her than before. Quickly she pulled her knees together. Breathing heavily she tried to regain some composure. She tried to struggle with her bonds. It was pointless, as she had designed the machine too well. She was going nowhere. In her struggles, however, she had failed to keep her knees together and the dildo forced its way into her again, the pain signifying it was deeper inside her this time.

     Simultaneously the vibrations kicked up to a much more serious level. The vibrations caught her off guard and she threw her head back in ecstasy. As she did she once again caught sight of herself in the mirror. The picture was complete now. The slave girl in the mirror was a study in erotic submission. Riding the dildo buried partially inside her, arms pulled back tightly behind her, her oiled breasts set high on her chest displayed proudly by her stringent bondage, blonde hair flaying wildly about. The sight was too much for her and she purposely allowed her knees to spread a bit further, impaling her stretched pussy even deeper.

     Just then the next phase of the machine’s programming began. The entire assembly containing its hapless victim moved forward toward the large vertical column in front of her. As the dildo which she had placed at eye level came closer and closer, she fought hard against a new wave of panic. She had no choice but open her mouth to accept the dildo as it insisted itself against her closed lips. While she could have avoided it, she no longer wanted to. She came to a stop only inches from the column and the carriage locked in place. The dildo was buried deeply in her mouth. She had measured perfectly as she could not extract it. Attached to the vertical assembly were two funnel-like cups placed exactly where her breasts were. The sound of a vacuum filled the room and she could feel the air rushing past her nipples as it was drawn into the cup with great force. She leaned back as far as her bonds would allow, which was very little. But even with this effort her slick breasts were brushing the edge of the cups. It took all of her concentration to keep her breasts from being sucked into the cups. While she was certain the sensations would be amazing, she also knew it would be bad, very bad.

     The vibrator in her saddle ramped up to full song and she was plunged into a new world of sexual frenzy. It was driving her wild with desire, her orgasm fast approaching. She watched herself in the mirror as she let her knees slide apart slightly. The monster was deep inside her now as the vibrations abruptly ceased, having been programmed to a random setting.

     Catherine took this opportunity to rest as well as she could, breathing deeply and trying to ease the tension on her inner thighs. Her muscles were beginning to tire and it was getting more difficult to hold herself off of the huge dildo. There was also the little problem of her desire to embed the huge thing deep inside her womb. But to do so would mean disaster. Tiny beads of sweat broke out on her forehead. She was concentrating on not sliding down on the dildo any further as well as making it as easy on her thighs as possible.

     Just as she found a suitable compromise the dildo in her stretched pussy exploded back to life with the strongest vibrations yet. Her shock and surprise caused her to bite down hard on the dildo stuffing her mouth. In response it squirted a large dose of the gooey liquid down her throat. She nearly gagged but was thankful she didn’t have to taste much of it. The mixture slid down into her tummy and while she was anticipating one effect, she was uncertain about the other.

     The sticky liquid contained a general anesthetic which was produced, of course, by her company. The effect of this ingredient was certain-she would soon feel a little drunk and sensations would be deadened. The other ingredient, however, was what gave her cause for concern. It was a highly experimental aphrodisiac being developed by her company. Robert had told her of it and she had begged him to let her see. She had stolen a small amount of the drug not being used for testing. She remembered he had mentioned that it was not fully tested and that a full strength dose caused test subjects to go nearly insane with lust, their conscious will succumbing to their desire.

     This sample she felt was sufficiently diluted-she had added only a few drops. The danger, however, still existed, as she had not yet tried it. The thrill of the unknown had added to her excitement when mixing the vile concoction. The final ingredient, and cause for her revulsion, was human sperm. Her friend, Sandra, had managed to obtain it from a fertility clinic. She didn’t really want to know how, but was assured it was all completely safe- just hadn’t met the requirements of the clinic.

    Catherine felt the first numbing effects of the anesthetic. A bit lightheaded, she doubled her efforts to remain in place. Then it hit her, the first wave of unbridled lust. Her pussy throbbed, juices leaking freely around the head of the monster. The feeling overcame her, and as she realized just how powerful the drug was she thrust herself down onto the huge dildo. The vibrations turned her insides to jelly and her willpower was losing ground. She sucked hard on the penis filling her mouth, wanting more of the warm, euphoric feeling. Her mind told her not to swallow it, but down it went anyway. As tears streamed down her face she feared the worst. The monster buried deep in her womb was driving her mad, the drugs were quickly overcoming her. Oh yes, she definitely should have omitted the sex drug from her cocktail. Even as this thought occurred to her, a new wave of passion swept through her. She sucked frantically on the penis, savoring the pungent contents that had only a few moments earlier had repulsed her. Even as her mind screamed at her to stop, she continued to drain the laced sperm cocktail into her belly. Now riding the dildo for all she was worth, she suddenly thrust her head forward, forcing the quickly draining penis down her throat. She gagged only slightly as she began to fuck her throat with the squirting phallus.

     As she rode the enormous dildo buried in her womb she felt more and more loss of control. She had just enough presence of mind to hold off driving the dildo in to the hilt. Just as the vibrations were beginning anew, she lost her concentration on her posture and felt her oiled right breast slide past the lip of its cup, the powerful suction drawing it deeply into the recesses of the gleaming cup. Yelping in shock around her oral lover, she suddenly felt the left breast sucked into its cup as well.

     “No, god no” she screamed into her penis feeder.

    She tried desperately to pull her breasts out of the cups, leaning back as far as she could, but it was in vain. Her breasts were trapped and she was powerless to extract them. This sudden dose of reality brought her to her senses slightly and she realized with alarm that her behind was nearly touching the saddle and the monster was nearly buried to the hilt inside her. She was certain the hour must be nearly up and all she had to do was to remain here without moving until the timer released her.

   Just as she was regaining her confidence that she would get out of this, the last and largest dose of the aphrodisiac took hold and the sensations of suckling on her trapped breasts coupled with the low hum of the dildo melted her resolve for the last time. She began to fuck her drenched pussy again, trying desperately to make it. And she was getting closer by the minute! Faster and faster she pumped the mammoth intruder, bliss just within reach.

     Finally, the monster went to full vibration and she knew she would make it. She also knew she wanted it completely inside her, buried as far as it would go. She knew what this meant and it terrified her, but she could not control it now.

     “No, no, nooooooooooooo!” she screamed around the penis filling her mouth.

     She spread her knees as far as they would go, the huge monster impaling her to the hilt. She felt the tip press against her cervix, the base pressing into her splayed labia. The final phase of her devilish engineering began as soon as she slammed down into the saddle. Two loud pops from the breast cups resounded over the sound of the vacuum, accompanied by blinding pain in her nipples.

     At the same time, the cables attached to her labia clamps tensioned, assuring she would stay put. A split second later four similar loud pops filled the room followed by similar intense pain in her stretched pussy. Thankfully she had the forethought to use the general anesthetic, slightly dulling the pain. It did little, however, to abate the orgasm that ripped through her body, smashing her world to atoms.

     “Oh god, oh god oh gooooood!!!!”

     Nothing could have prepared her for the feelings she was experiencing, the orgasm aided by the drugs coursing through her.

    As Catherine flailed and bucked atop the machine, her mind still unable to comprehend, her fate had been sealed. She had panned it all perfectly and the evil creation had performed exactly as it had been designed. When it would finally release her, the breast cups, fashioned from an incredibly hard alloy, would be a permanent part of her. Surgical steel rivets had been pierced behind her nipples, mating with matching holes in the tips of the cups. There was no way to cut the rivets which had been recessed into the cups. Her nipples were now permanently out of reach.

     In addition, the dildo had been similarly attached to her labia by rivets passed through respective clamps, sealed inside her permanently. The machine would detach the dildo at the appointed time. She need only remove the clamps. Once free of the machine she would be filled permanently by the huge dildo. It was hollow and perforated for the purpose of elimination and health but could never be removed. It had a protrusion in front with a hollow recess that was pressed firmly over her clit, keeping it hidden for the rest of her life. She would never receive stimulation again, clitoral or otherwise. The dildo had been designed with additions to aid in her new modifications. It had a dildo plug that could be inserted for everyday use, as well as a lifelike sleeve which, when inserted, would allow her to be fucked, the sleeve providing a loving embrace to the mans penis She would be able to provide pleasure but not receive it. In short, the machine had created a living fuckdoll!

     As Catherine’s orgasm eventually ebbed, tiny ripples shook her body. She had long since collapsed, hanging limp in her bondage. She had not wanted this! This is exactly why she was terrified of the horrible machine. She had been changed forever.

     The timer sounded-60 minutes.

    

    

    

    

    

    

Catherine Makes A Change

Part 2

By Petricia

          Catherine’s time was up. Sixty minutes in the clutches of her merciless machine had changed her forever. She now wore shining cups over her breasts, held permanently in place by thick rivets pierced behind her nipples. Where she once had a vagina she now had a huge hollow dildo holding her wide open and also keeping her clit well out of reach.

     As the timer sounded, the straps holding her arms tightly together behind her back released. The body of the machine backed into its original position, allowing her to extract the now spent penis from her mouth. The cups separated from the vertical beam in front of her, leaving her breasts permanently encased in gleaming metal. Catherine rested a bit and finally found the strength to pull her arms from the straps. She reached down to the saddle and released the dildo, followed by the clamps on her labia. Summoning all her remaining will she clamped her knees together and released the buckles to the knee straps. Carefully she lifted off the saddle, revealing another appendage inside of her mammoth intruder. This was the source of her vibrations. She, of course, felt nothing as she remained impaled by the now hollow tube riveted inside her. With a final push she managed to swing her left leg over the saddle and plant it on the floor. Unfortunately she was too weak, and collapsed near the machine.

     Catherine awakened to a dull throb in her breasts and crotch area. Struggling to comprehend, she first reached a hand to her breast and was greeted with hard steel. Now fully awake, memory of last evening’s activities came flooding back. Her hand shot to her vagina, where she confirmed the worst. She was instantly on her feet and making for her bathroom , her heels carrying her as fast as she dare.

     Flipping on the light she beheld her new additions for the first time. Her breasts were now covered in shining metal, pointing straight out from her chest, a one inch false nipple on the end of each. She gently pressed and twisted them. She was so very sore and the motion caused her to wince in pain. She was certain, though, that once healed her only stimulus to her nipples would be to pull and twist the cups.

    She decided to inspect the new addition between her legs, although she knew she wouldn’t like it any more than her new breasts. She spread her legs and examined her now metalized sex. The tube held her wide open. Even through the pain she could feel herself stretched tight. She knew she could never be fucked in a regular fashion again. She would have to insert the soft sleeve she had designed to fit inside of the tube and the man would have to derive pleasure from that, rather than her.

     Catherine regarded herself in the mirror. Here she was, a brilliant and successful woman with a great career, nice home, expensive car, looking like a complete slut after a long night of being used by strangers. Her hair was a mess, stuck to her forehead in places. Her makeup was smudged and smeared, mascara had run from her crying. Not to mention her little additions to her body. Worst of all she had brought it all on herself.  As her stomach grew tight with anxiety, she ran the bath. Perhaps she would feel a little better after a long bath.

     She removed the tall heels and rolled the stockings down her legs. Stepping into the warm water she eased her exhausted body down. She felt a strange sensation in her sex. Startled, she looked down to realize she had been filled with warm water. The sensation was strange to her but not really that bad. In fact, it felt rather nice and the warm water seemed to help the pain of her piercings slightly. As she settled down into the tub the water found her new breasts as well. The water swirled around the cups but she felt nothing. She had hoped it would at least be able to soothe her sore piercings there. She pulled the cups away as best as she could to allow water to slip under the cups, which helped a little but the pain of pulling was too great and she released them again.

     Sullen, she sunk down deeply into the water. As she looked down she noticed small bubbles emanating from her elongated steel nipples. She had forgotten that she had designed pinholes in the ends, originally to allow for the suction of the machine and also to allow air to reach her skin underneath.

     Catherine washed every inch of her body, as if to wipe out the events of last evening. She instinctively began to soap her breasts, only to be reminded of her new body. She used extra caution in her pubic area as well, only washing the area around her tube. Her first instinct of course, was to wipe over her clit like she usually did, but it was out of reach and she felt nothing. She felt a tiny spark of frustration, even though she was intellectually prepared for it. She hadn’t thought she would feel the need this soon. She decided it was best to concentrate on something else.

     As she rose from the tub, she felt herself drain, the water running down her inner thighs. She felt the deep humiliation, thankful that nobody was here to see. Wrapping a towel around herself she pulled the dildo plug from a drawer and inserted it into the waiting tube, sealing off her womanly charms to the world. She was horrified to find that inserting a very large dildo into herself had no effect at all. She felt nothing. Looking up into the mirror was no less shameful. She had no eyebrows and the effect was really quite strange. It was clear she would require makeup at nearly all times until they grew back in. With a dejected sigh she finished drying herself and made her way to the dresser to seek out something to wear. 

     Opting for more utilitarian clothing, she selected simple white bikini panties. She instinctively began to put on her bra, but she was made painfully aware that a bra was not only unnecessary, it was impossible. There was no way it was going to fit over the cups with the long steel nipples. She discarded the bra, deciding to put on her simple work clothes. She turned and headed for the dungeon where they still lay.

     She purposefully entered the room and snatched up her clothes, but as she turned to leave she began to get that feeling again. A chill ran down her spine along with the spark that lit in her sex. The machines presence was still ominous and looking at it gave her all the same feelings as before she had given herself to it last evening.

     She quickly left the room for the sanctuary of her bedroom. She slid her shorts up her long legs. Fastening the clasp caused her pain, placing pressure on her abused labia. She quickly shed the shorts and replaced them with baggy sweatpants. She finished with her t shirt, which tented obscenely where her steel nipples pressed against it.

     “My god, this might be harder than I thought” she fretted, to nobody in particular.

     She searched and searched, trying every top she owned. None would sufficiently conceal her new nipples. Even her largest, bulkiest sweater made her look as if her nipples were permanently erect which, she noted, was more or less the truth.

     Resigned to the fact that she could not possibly hope to appear decent for the moment, Catherine made her way down the hall. Reaching in to close the dungeon door she tried her best not to look at her creation, but her eyes found it nevertheless. The queasy feeling in her stomach caused her to close the door quickly, in spite of the twinge of erotic fire that was caused by being in its presence.

      Turning, she caught sight of herself in the hall mirror. What had she done? How could she go out like this? What would people think of her? Her hand sought out a rigid nipple, but found only unfeeling steel. While she felt nothing, a sudden shock of sexual energy shot through her. She jerked her hand away, but it was too late. She was getting excited and there was nothing she could do about it.

     With a groan she made her way to the kitchen and prepared a light breakfast. Sitting down, she picked at her food with little interest. She knew she must eat, as she hadn't for a long while. Her heart simply wasn't in it and her mind was definitely occupied with other matters.

     She turned on her computer and navigated to a few lingerie sites, hoping to find a bra that could at least allow her to look decent in public. At last she settled on a few that might help. She guessed the size necessary to be 36d, but also ordered one with a larger cup size just in case.

     Catherine spent the rest of the day moping about, examining her new additions between bouts of tears. She treated her new piercings with a spray antiseptic and tried to work out her next move. She knew she had to leave the sanctuary of her home sometime, but needed a way to hide the long steel nipples. She had tried every top she had and nothing could hide the enormous twin bulges of her new nipples. Dejected, she finally collapsed into bed. She fell asleep immediately but her dreams were troubled, filled with visions of the machine, herself impaled by it, subservient to it, controlled by it, forever changed by it.

     She awoke very disturbed by her dreams, yet her sexual arousal seemed to have grown exponentially. Trying everything to reach her sex, she wept in frustration. The reality of her plight was truly setting in and she wept uncontrollably.

     The rest of the week progressed much the same. Catherine simply could not muster the courage to go out in her present state. Finally, on Friday, her food supply exhausted, she reasoned that she was without options. She had to buy food at the very least. She also needed to find a solution to her problem.

     She finally decided the best way to cover her steel nipples was to tape large gauze pads over them followed by her thickest sweater. Examining herself in the mirror she was not pleased but had little choice now. Looking like a victim of overzealous plastic surgery, she headed to the grocery store. She was grateful that her lower piercings had healed enough to allow panties, even though she still could not tolerate jeans or slacks. She opted for a skirt rather than bulky sweat pants. In addition, while she seldom went grocery shopping fully made-up, she had no choice now. She tried her best to keep it conservative, but the penciled in eyebrows seemed to give a sluttish appearance anyway.

     As she put away the groceries she noticed the second vial, a twin to the one she had used a week ago. She shuddered involuntarily and slammed the refrigerator door. But it was too late. This new reminder of her status as a fuckdoll set her ablaze. She sat down and tried to collect herself but the fire grew and she desperately needed relief. She had found earlier in the week that she could slide something slim under her clit guard and in desperation decided now to try a butter knife. She quickly grabbed one from a drawer and slipped it in, her need growing by the second. She worked it around under the tight covering, felt the coolness massaging her hood, but try as she might she could not even come close to making any kind of satisfactory contact with her clit.

     Breaking into tears she threw the knife across the room and buried her face in her arms on the table. She had done a superb job in engineering her means of denial and suddenly the full weight of realization crashed down on her. She would never, ever have another orgasm, not ever!

     Catherine's somber mood brightened slightly with the arrival at the door of her new bras. Perhaps, she thought, things were beginning to look a little better. She ripped open the packages and tried on the first bra. As she expected, the cups were far too large for the breast coverings themselves, but the idea was to hide the long nipples. She began packing them with tissue until they filled out. The 36d bra, even when stuffed full, still was unable to conceal the  hard steel nipples. Trying on the DD cups worked better once fully stuffed, but she looked like a porn star, her breasts now appearing completely out of proportion with her slim figure.

     With a sigh she decided on the larger cups, at least for her first day back at work. Pulling her sweater over her head she discovered another problem. The sweater was not made for a woman with such large breasts. She pulled and stretched until finally it was over the mammoth cups. Smoothing it into place she was certain a seam would give. Worse yet, this was her largest top! She stripped it off and grabbed a few of the tops she normally wore to work. None of them would close over the massive breasts.

     Now in a panic, Catherine struggled for ideas. How could she go to work in less than 48 hours without any tops to fit her new figure? She could not possibly buy anything online and expect to have it so soon. She had to actually go out in public and shop and she had only one incredibly tight sweater to wear.

     Realizing there was little choice and no time remaining, she pulled the sweater back on over her mammoth breasts and slipped into a knee length skirt, deeming it more appropriate for her new look. She then headed for the bathroom to put on makeup. As she looked in the mirror she realized how trampy she already looked, her sweater stretched tightly over her huge breasts. The familiar spark ignited in her sex and grew as she applied makeup. With each passing moment she felt more slutty, fanning the flames of desire. Her sensiblilty being overcome by her passion, she soon found herself looking at the image of a whore in the mirror. She had started out not wanting to draw attention to herself, but instead had become a true slut. As she admired the bitch in heat reflected in the mirror, her sex virtually spasmed and she was thankful she was plugged as she was certain she was soaking wet.

     Catherine was losing her ability for coherent thought, replaced by seething lust as she replaced her sensible skirt with her shortest, tightest black skirt from the closet and drew it up her long legs. Her only concession to decency was a lacy, nearly transparent pair of black bikini panties. She slipped on a pair of black 4" patent pumps and grabbed her purse.

     Slinking down the hall she paused at the dungeon door, a pit in her stomach. She had to get going as time was limited. Somehow, of its own accord, her hand found the doorknob and slowly turned. She pushed the door open slightly. It was still there, just as she had left it a week ago. Its ominous presence overpowered the room, making her feel small, insignificant. The familiar feeling of dread rose in her stomach. The flame burned white hot. Her hand sank to the source of her heat, only to be thwarted by hard steel.

     "Ohmygoooood." she gasped from both fear and frustration.

      She retreated to her office and almost hypnotically brought up a program on her computer. She hesitated as the mouse pointed to the words "Run Program". Her hands shook, her finger poised over the mouse button. This was getting out of hand! It already had gone too far but she could still stop now, cut her losses. But oh how she was excited, her sex doing the thinking for her. Her finger lingered another moment over the mouse and then she pressed it.

     She knew there would be no action from the program just yet so she snatched up her purse and headed for the door. Yet she knew that she had set something in motion, something only her thoroughly twisted sex crazed mind could conjure up. As she started the car it occured to her that she may be losing her mind.

     Catherine completed her errand, finding a few items that would fit her new form. Seeking only small boutiques as opposed to the mall, she completed her purchases to the stares and smirks of both men and women. She was relieved to finally pull into her driveway and the sanctuary of home.

     As she closed the front door a small sensor detected the motion, sending a signal to her computer. Instantly the television in the living room came to life.

     "Hello slut!" a voice from the surround sound system greeted her.

     Catherine looked to see the image of a severe looking dominatrix glaring back at her with a superior look. The woman had jet black shining hair, combed out completely straight. High cheekbones accentuated her heavily shadowed eyes, pale complexion and black cherry lips. The woman wore an impossibly tight corset with full cups that lifted and presented her breasts without revealing too much. Around her throat was a black choker with the letter "K" studded with diamonds hanging from the front of it. Below she wore painted on black leather pants which emphasized every curve of her delicious behind down to her shapely calves. She stood on 5 inch patent black ankle boots and held a riding crop in her hand.

     Catherine remembered taking hours to perfect the look as well as practicing for hours in front of a mirror to achieve the proper effect. After all, she was not dominant and had no experience at it. Once she was satisfied that she would display the proper attitude, she began filming the scenes she would be experiencing for the next few days.

     "What do you have to say for yourself, little whore?" Mistress Katerina demanded, sneering at her in all her high definition glory.

     Catherine was momentarily taken aback. She had written, performed and filmed the script, but surprised herself at how imperious her alter ego now seemed. Blushing, she took her purchases to her bedroom and spilled the bags out on the bed. The image of her alterego glared at her from the flatscreen mounted on the wall opposite the bed.

     "Just look at yourself, cunt. Nothing but a little whore! Why don't you just admit it? You know what you are."

     "NO!" she retorted to the unhearing seductress on the screen.

     "Why fight it, tramp? It's pointless and we both know it. You are nothing more than a little slave slut. Just look at you! I'll bet you are just dripping right now, aren't you?"

     Catherine knew this to be true. Her hormones were in overdrive and her sexual need was rising relentlessly.

     "In fact, you are such a little trollop, you don't deserve a name like Catherine. I think from now on you will be........ hmmmm....let's see. What sort of name is more befitting a little tart like you, hmmm?"

     The stern woman on the screen made a show of pondering the name deeply.

     "Candi! Yes that's it! From now on your name is Candi. Oh it fits you so well, don't you agree?"

     Catherine felt a surge of humiliation wash over her. While she knew the script and had performed it, those words still rushed through her. She tried her best to concentrate on more mundane things, but Mistress Katerina was relentless. She had made sure of that.

     "Give in, Candi. It will be soooo much easier once you do. Give in to your true nature."

     Catherine stripped off her clothes and headed for the bathroom to start the shower. Of course she found no sanctuary there. The image of Mistress Katerina waited there for her on the small monitor previously hung on the wall.

     "Come on Candi, just give in! Look at you already! Such a hot little slut! But so conflicted! Poor poor Candi! Trying to be so good, but knowing she is soooo bad." The Mistress feigned sympathy, teasing and prodding Catherine further.

     The rest of the day was a blur for Catherine, the Mistress taunting her, daring her. Worse yet, she was indeed tempted. Tempted to give in, to do the unthinkable, to become the true slut that resided deep inside of her. She knew the Mistress would torment her through the night as well. Knowing that at some point during the night she would succumb to the urge to rip the television from the wall or to shut down the program, she decided to remove that possibility. Turning out the lights she crawled into bed and locked a collar around her throat. The collar was attached to a chain which was padlocked to the wall with a combination lock. She would have to wait for the morning light to see the combination and release herself. It was going to be a very long night!

     As morning light streamed through the window Catherine awoke, having finally fallen asleep well after midnight. To her surprise she had slept well, most likely due to exhaustion. The Mistress had been relentless, teasing and taunting her until she thought she would go mad with frustration. Once she had finally fallen asleep the motion sensor in the room had alerted the computer, which had lowered the television volume and run a loop that repeatedly reminded her of her place, a subliminal message of sorts. Evidently it had worked, because her arousal was now in full swing, her sheets soaked with her juices. She sat and stretched a bit, the motion sensor letting the computer know its victim was awake.

     As Catherine fussed with the combination of the padlock, Mistress Katerina appeared on the screen once again.

   "Hello again Candi slut!"

     Catherine groaned and her hand instinctively flew to her pussy. God, she was turned on! More than before, more than ever! She desperately tried to at least slip a finger under the maddening device. She pulled and tugged, near tears. She needed some relief, needed it in a way she never thought possible.

     Sitting at the table she had little appetite. Her mind focused on the burning desire in her womb. She idly played with a long steel nipple as her Mistress Katerina continued to tease her.

     "Why are you fighting it so hard, Candi?" the Mistress chided.

     "You know what you are, a slut, a silly sex-crazed little tramp who is ruled by her pussy! Catherine is gone and you are by no means worthy to take her place. Just finish it now Candi! In the end you know I am right and I will win."

     Those last words sliced through Catherine's sex-fueled mind, surgically removing the last of her resistance. In that moment Catherine, the highly intelligent, educated and rational woman disappeared and was replaced by Candi, the slave slut fuckdoll. Before she even realized it, she found herself in front of the mirror applying her sluttiest makeup yet. A tiny part of her wondered why she felt the need to do so, but she was past the point of giving it any real thought. In no time at all she saw a true bimbo slut reflected in the mirror. Blue eyeshadow, heavy lashes, pink cheeks, glossy bubblegum pink lips all shouted common whore. All the while Mistress Katerina taunted her, pushed her deeper.

     She reached into the drawer and extracted a special box designed just for this occasion. Placing it on the counter she lovingly opened it to reveal a pair of gleaming hoops. Constructed from the same material as her other adornments, the rings were 3 inches in diameter and incredibly strong despite their delicate appearance. Carefully slipping one through each earlobe, she grabbed the ends of the right one and with a sigh she slid the serrated end of one into the receiving end on the other. A small ratcheting sound preceded a final click, signifying the ends were now permanently sealed. She quickly followed with the other ring. Scrutinizing her new slut earrings in the mirror she could only barely see the seam where the ends joined.

     Candi sauntered to the dresser and removed a new pair of hot pink stockings along with matching garter belt. The belt fit seductively around her hips, she carefully rolled the stockings up her shapely legs. After fastening the tops to the garter belt she unplugged her gaping pussy, marveling at the amount of juices she had produced. She dipped two fingers into the huge opening, coating them with her nectar. Eyes closed dreamily, she plunged her fingers into her wanton mouth, savoring the taste, the feel, the depravity of the moment.

     "Mmmmmmmm", she slid her fingers in and out of her mouth, her tongue caressing and fondling the moist intruders. Still Mistress Katerina prodded and teased her, reminding her of her place.

     She coated her fingers once more, sliding between pink pouting lips and thought "This IS what I am, a slut, a whore, meant for nothing more than this."

     Candi padded to the closet and brought out a shoebox from the back. Inside were a pair of pink patent leather 7" stilettos with ankle straps. Buckling the delicate straps around her ankles, she knew these would be very difficult to walk in. But they definitely denoted a tramp and that was the point. Satisfied with her look she carefully made her way down the hall to the kitchen, hips swaying sexily side to side, thrust forward as if to present her charms. As she moved her inner thighs became slick with her juices.

     She removed the second vial from the refrigerator and headed for the dungeon. As she reached for the doorknob all of the fear and trepidation she had felt before came flooding back to her, but the voice prodding her from various screens throughout the house steeled her resolve. She purposefully strode into the room, inserting the vial into the microwave to warm the contents. Working quickly, she moved to the machine, opposite where she was mounted last week. Filling another dildo with the nasty liquid, she inserted it into a mount in an arm which extended horizontally from the main frame of the machine at a level just above her head.

     In the meantime the motion sensor in the room alerted Mistress Katerina, who now appeared on a screen across the room. Beaming with satisfaction she now addressed the slavegirl.

     "Well, I'm glad you have accepted your position in life Candi. Soooo much easier now, hmmmm? No conflict, no choices, just surrender."

     Catherine stood on a small pedestal under the waiting dildo, her legs spread due to a large bulge of machinery in the center resembling a large Sybian device. She reached down, spreading her feet wider, and buckled two waiting straps around her slender ankles. Straining now due to her awkward stance and the impossibly high heels, she quickly reached between her knees and raised a large dildo mounted on a strong arm from the machine.  She felt the deep frustration caused by lack of sensation in her most womanly region, but this was her only possible hope of stimulation. She hoped against hope that she would receive enough from the machine to make it. If not, then it was what Candi deserved anyway, and so be it. Of course, since this particular phallus was destined for another target, she thought, perhaps it didn't even matter. She slid the black intruder into her behind and slowly worked her way down onto it. The dildo contained it's own lubrication which now was aiding in the impalement of the cute bottom now spread so tightly around its base.

     She locked the dildo in place and pressed the power button on the machine. From behind her a thick pole slid into position just behind her, it's cool surface just touching her filled derriere. Mistress Katerina cooed her satisfaction from the screen. Mounted on the pole was a gleaming collar, fashioned from the same alloys as her other adornments. She felt the ends slip around either side of her slender throat.

      Catherine pushed a last button on the machine and suddenly felt a stab of fear. Suddenly panicked, she began to fumble with the dildo embedded deeply in her behind in an attempt to escape the awful device, but Mistress Katerina continued her prodding.

     "Almost there Candi. Just a bit more, accept it slave, relax, accept what you have become. Do it, dooooo itttttt!" she hissed.

     Catherine wiped the tears from her eyes, swallowing hard. She knew she was, in fact, almost there. The device was ready to accept her surrender. Her breathing became shallow, coming in short, rapid gasps.

     "Let go Candi, let go. Surrender, just let it all go. Do it now...."

     Catherine looked up through teary eyes. She reached up and pulled down on the overhead arm. Slowly her pink lips parted, allowing the dildo to penetrate her warm mouth. She let out a cry as she pulled harder down and the arm locked in place. The ends of a large ring were pressed into her nostrils, seperated by her septum. The mechanics inside the arm were holding the ring open and, she knew, would release the tension on the ring and allow it to pierce her. She tried in vain to extract the dildo from her mouth but her resolve melted with Katerina's soothing voice. She suspected she might be able to release herself still but, tears running down her rosy cheeks, she reached to her neck and slowly pressed the two ends of the collar into one another. A soft click told her the collar was permanently locked in place. She then placed her hands behind the pole and into a waiting strap.

     "It's not too late, it's not too late" she repeated to herself.

     She was just about to withdraw her wrists from the strap when she felt a drop of her wetness run down her inner thigh to her stockingtop. With a groan she tugged hard on the strap. Suddenly the strap tightened around her wrists, trapping her without hope of escape. As her wrists were pressed hard against each other, the strap was drawn up and away by a motorized pulley. Catherine cried into her gag as her arms were mercilessly drawn out and up behind her. Just as the pull became near more than she could take, she bit down hard on the gag. As the pungent mixture shot down her throat, the pulling stopped.

     Bambi was now completely at the mercy of her evil device once again. Feet widespread, impaled, stretched tight as a bowstring and forced to look straight up, she felt the first effects of the horrible cocktail. First, a general warmth and slight numbness, accompanied by a renewed wave of lust so strong it caught her completely off guard. It had not hit her this way the first time.

     "OOOOHHMMMMMMGGDDDD!!" she wailed into the monster stuffing her mouth. Her pussy positively gushed, a flood of her juices soaking her stocking tops.

     She jumped in shock as far as her bonds would allow at the first movement of the dildo in her behind. At first it was just a nice slow stroke in and out. But it began to gain pace, accompanied by soft vibrations. She knew she would be taking the intruder for the next hour and tears began anew.

     Just then Mistress Katerina appeared on a small screen directly overhead. Since Candi's head was held in this position she was compelled to watch. Mistress was clearly quite pleased, a smirk of victory on her dark lips.

     "Good girl, Candi, very good. You have finally become what you were meant to be. Everything is different now. Catherine no longer exists."

     Mistress glided over to the computer desk and sat on top of it, sexily crossing her legs. Catherine couldn't help but congratulate herself on her own performance--definitely Oscar-worthy!

     "Just a few loose ends now Candi", running a sexy tongue over dark sensuous lips.

     The dildo began reaming her in earnest now as the screen faded to a live view of her own computer screen in her study. The groaning and grunting slut watched in horror as hundreds of emails were sent to various Masters, couples, dungeons, professional Dommes. Each email contained photos, videos, personal information, contact numbers, and most of all a lengthy letter describing her need to be completely subservient. In short, her resume as a potential slave! She had spent countless hours compiling the list of recipients, assembling the materials, and composing her introductory letter.

     She watched, transfixed, as the program sent email after email, some to entities she was fine with, others to ones who frightened her, and a few to people she suspected she should truly be concerned about. Meanwhile the dildo pounded away at her ass. She hated referring to her bottom so crudely, but given her current station in life it was appropriate.

    The feed from her computer continued. The bound slave went wild, thrashing and screaming, as she watched her letter of resignation emailed to her company, including a scathing commentary ensuring she would never be rehired. She bit hard into the dildo, releasing a gush of the odd mixture. With her head held back, gravity took over and the slimy mixture oozed down her throat.

     "NNNNNNNNNNNnnnnnnnNNNNnnn" she protested into her gag.

     Finally, an email to her attorney, with instructions to liquidate virtually everything she had, extract his fee, and give the remainder to charity.

     As the last of the emails disappeared from the screen, Mistress Katerina faded in once again. Smiling her sweetest, and most menacing, smile she placed a finger on the enter key, looked directly into the camera and said "Goodbye slave."

     Candi knew what was coming and sucked frantically on the dildo to extract its contents. She wanted to ensure she had all of the anesthetic in her before the final phase, even if it meant falling further into the clutches of the aphrodisiac. As the foul mixture filled her belly, it soon was coursing through her veins. Her head felt light and she felt the anesthetic working. She had done it! Really done it. She had crossed a threshold through which there was no return. A wave of unbridled lust swept through her and with it left the very last of her resistance. She was frantic now, her pussy spasming, her ass greedily sucking and caressing the black invader. She knew what she had done and what was about to happen and she no longer cared. Her only concern was the eroticism of the moment.

     Just then a timer appeared on the screen. “10…9…8…7…”

     “This is it!” her sex crazed mind told her.

     But rather than panic or fear, she anxiously pushed upward, the ends of the ring well inside of her nose.

     “2…1” Candi’s world exploded in stars. Completely unnoticed were the pain of her septum being skewered or the sound of the ratcheting which sealed the ring permanently in place. The bound slave was instead consumed by the biggest, most intense, all encompassing orgasm she had ever known. Her world was a panorama of skyrockets, shooting stars, exploding colors and mind bending pleasure.

     Candi’s world went black.