The sack over her head was strictly for my entertainment.
Being blinded underscored how helpless she was and had chosen to be. The hand cuffs behind her back had to be made specifically for her, because her fat little body couldn't manage the stretch with off the shelf shackles.
Of course she was gagged.
I couldn't bear to hear any more of her constant barrage of thank you's, and happy weeping. I'd screwed part of a 2 liter pop bottle into a 90° angle bend making a high volume funnel feeding into the gag's hollow mouthpiece.
Otherwise all 300ish pounds of her was naked, knees spread apart on the concrete of the floor. I chilled the sub-basement down to thicken her teats, and keep her shivering.
When the piss hit the outside of the sack and started to fill the funnel, it should not have been a surprise to her. She jumped like she usually did while I painted her udders with urine. I was pleased to see that she held the contents in the funnel until I was finished pissing before gulping it down. She was gasping at the end, as difficult as it is to breathe through a piss-soaked bag.
I watched her for a moment.
If she vomited into the gag it could be... Messy.
I was impressed that she kept it down. Before she slipped the leash, she would have vomited burst into tears, or acted out, practically demanding correction.
True, she was still weeping, but her poise and composure in her acceptance showed true growth in her awareness of what I required in a whore.
I liked the tears.
Her cries, amplified through the funnel, echoed in the mostly concrete room.
Exhausted, she slouched forward and her belly nearly touched the ground. I found that I was proud of her progress, of her resolve to succeed where she had failed to meet my expectations.
I slid the beast between her legs.
The beast is what she called my floor mounted high frequency vibrator. I learned the hard way not to use it around seismic alarms, the security company figuring it was a platoon of guys with jackhammers trying to bust open a bank vault.
The beast was best used near a clit, not on a clit, so generally I like to place the knob in a whore's ass. It worked well to clean out the colon as an extra.
She recognized the beast immediately, the knob coming to rest between her ass cheeks. I clicked the foot switch and the machine vibrated the whole of her body.
Her immensely fat tits rolled across the grand expanse of her belly, her ass and thighs ripped twitched and gave out. She screamed as the fat knob of the beast forced it's way into her ass under her own weight.
I let the orgasms take her.
She shook and rattled, eventually pissing the floor herself.
I filled the funnel with weight gain formula (for skinny girls) and let it slide down.
I know that if I let the beast run long enough it will literally shake the shit out of the whore.
I switch it off to avoid the mess.
Her panting filled the room without the roar of the beast bouncing off the walls. With a twist the funnel detached from the gag, her belly rumbled swollen with conflicting contents. She rocked unconsciously on the beast, though I doubt at the moment she could even feel her asshole.
"Lean forward, cunt."
Her obedience was immediate, and a bit comical, as she mashed her belly and tits to the floor splashing in the puddle before her. It wasn't possible for her to get her face on the floor for all the belly and udder-flesh in the way. Her asshole left the beast with an audible pop, and a negligible gape, presented properly for fucking.
I fingered the rim of her anus, tracing the distended numbed ring, adding to her shame and throaty moans before placing the funnel in her cavity.
A moan that could have been a no, escaped from her.
I smiled.
As much improved and dedicated as she was proving to be, there was still a tiny part that objected to her training, still more to break.
I tipped a pitcher of room temperature piss into the funnel, waited for it to empty, then refilled it several times finally dumping the last of the contents over her back so she could know what they were.
She smelled like a the men's room in a half-star saloon.
Bubbles erupted from moment to moment in the funnel providing me a smile or two. Her legs trembled, cramping certainly. I doubt she could walk or stand at this point.
I uncuffed her wrists which promptly flopped in the ground with a splash. She lay there on her belly and udders, moving as little as possible, since she had not received any instruction.
There was little chance at removing the beast from underneath her, but it was waterproof as part of its function, so I had little worry about it getting fucked up. She groaned with her own weight on her belly putting pressure on the contents of her bowels. I removed the funnel and watched her try heroically to clamp down her sphincter on the fluids trying to force their way out.
"uhhhh, uhh... "
She groaned.
"Ass up in the air, face on the ground."
This meant she'd have to re-position her body. I slipped the sloppy saturated sack from her face. Now that she could see, her body blushed from her piss matted hairline to the tips of her hardened nipples.
As her face touched the floor, nose down in the piss, ass high in the air I lay my shock prod gently against the left cheek of her fat ass.
She shock broke her composure, lost her control, and all the fullness of her bowels voided all over herself, pouring down her belly and onto her tits, pooling around her body.
"No, nooooo... "
The words were pretty clear in spite of her gagged mouth.
I left her sobbing in her own filth for about ten minutes until she quieted down.
