The Palace of Dominia
Slave Girl Nessa awoke with a start. She was on the floor again, in her cage. She sat up.
Yesterday was... incredible. She felt like a new person. Looking around her, she spied the aftermath of yesterdays' passions. The cock machine was still there, the rod shrunk down to its normal length after yesterday's session.
She still remembered it clearly. After an hour on that machine, the Lord General had returned, a bottle in hand, and ordered her down.
"Ah, good girl, tired yet?" Panting with exhaustion, the girl had nodded yes. While very vigorous at first, even her superhuman tolerance was worn down eventually. Without food, her movements slowed to a crawl. But out of fear for her Master, she did not get down.
"Come over here." The general ordered.
Here was the part she dreaded. Slowly, gingerely, she lifted her body up. Groaning with some exertion, she lifted some more. She was fifteen inches off.
Breathing deeply, she yanked her vagina off the last five inches. She felt, with sweet relief, her pussy-hole shrinking back to occupy the now vacate area. It didn't close completely however, and she was ashamed to find that a one-inch diameter hole still remained, which she tried in vain to hide.
"Good girl," the man chuckled. He reached over and fingered the wound, dripping with cum. "Heh, seems like you really had some fun over there. Don't worry, it'll heal. It always has with the girls around here, though none of them ever took a size that big starting out."
He pointed down. "You know what to do."
Slave Nessa got on hands and knees, keeping her head down and eyes averted. She would be a good slave-girl from now on. Approvingly, her master attached the leash, and led her away from the machines and to a nearby dog bowl. The slave, still new to her surroundings, eyed the bowl with disgust.
"Not to worry, it's been cleansed. The last thing we want is for you to get nasty diseases." He unscrewed the bottle and the lid came off with a light pop. Bending down, he lowered the bottle to the dog bowl, pouring out what Nessa could only describe as some sort of white liquid. He filled the bowl to the brim.
"Remarkable, isn't it? All this came from just one man."
She now understood and turned a shade paler. She had eaten cum before at the behest of her more... kinky... clients in the past, but she had never subsisted on a diet solely of cum... For she is almost certain that is what the General is suggesting here.
"Oh, quit your worrying. You know, all our girls drink this stuff and they're really quite healthy! Hell, Miranva's been doing it for some time, and she's only gotten more eager for cock!" The man laughed. "And it saves a lot of logistics too. Come have a gander."
Reluctantly, Nessa approached the bowl. She held her face above the creamy mixture, hesitating at the last moment.
His patience wearing thin, the Lord General thrust her mouth into the liquid with his left hand. "Drink, little slave. I haven't got all day here." And for fear of suffocating, Nessa gulped litres down. In the end, she found it was actually quite pleasant -- a light nuttish, salty flavor with a thick, milky texture. She wondered if everyones' cum had different tastes.
At last, draining every drop, he released her, coughing, from the ordeal. Despite the forcefulness of it all, she found herself somehow getting wet again. Looking down, remarkably, her pussy had already healed.
It seemed her captor had noticed as well, letting out a long whistle. "Those nutcases in the woods have some pretty powerful magic indeed, you may be worth even more than I initially realized, slave. You made me very proud today." She didn't know why, but she found herself blushing at those words. Coming from a man who did nothing but deride and torture her, she was proud to be his, his slave, his object of pleasure.
"Now, get back to your cage. You must be exhausted. Go have a nice rest. My gift to you for a job well done."
Not much of a reward, she thought. The cage was still small and she could only fit herself by curling into a fetal position on the cold iron floor. It will certainly take getting used to, but she resolved to pursue this how she pursued everything in her life: With ingenuity and dedication.
And though it took her several hours, she finally fell asleep, dreaming of a dark world of chains and lustful pleasure.
*
And now it was the next day, and she was hungry yet again. Nessa tried the door. It was locked.
It gave her some frustration, but she reasoned that perhaps her master wanted to teach her more about discipline. She would please him as usual. She assumed the most comfortable position she could, that of a dog on all fours, awaiting her master's arrival.
"He's taking his sweet time," Nessa muttered after about thirty minutes of waiting.
This was an understatement, as she would find out. By the time the General arrived, her hands and knees were cold and sore from holding herself up all that time. Whistling while entering, the slave girl could not stop some measure of resentment creeping back into her thoughts yet again.
But this did not escape the Lord General. Malachar had known the moment she woke up, and that day was not a particularly busy training day either. Unbeknownst to her, this was another test, and she had passed, without once falling back asleep or changing her position. Only a bit resentful however, he could see now with a frown.
