Despite myself, despite my complete humiliation and total degradation, despite my utter shame and disgust, I lost count of how many times the machine made me cum. It fucked me unconscious and even after I passed out, comatose from the multiple humiliating orgasms I was forced to have, I continued being fucked on camera by the relentless machine for the whole world to see, and ended up in a larger pool of filth than I had started in. At some point, someone must have switched off the machine, removed the dildos from my raw pussy and ass, removed the gag and the wand, and the ropes, and the chair. When I woke I was curled in a ball on something fairly soft. It smelled disgusting but it was at least warm. As I came to more thoroughly, I could see that it was a dog bed. Leena was sat watching me from the workbench. She was wearing a short little white sundress dotted with daisies, and her bare feet dangled, swinging to and fro. She picked at something from a plate and chewed it.
"Sleep well?" She asked conversationally. My mouth was gummed up, my lips nearly stuck together. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't bring myself to speak. I felt oddly distant. Outside my own body. Almost like being hungover, where your mind and your body are in two different places. Like I was disconnected from what had happened to me, and what was going on around me. My brain was trying to consolidate what I had experienced yesterday with the sensations now pervading me. My holes were sore, and stung as I moved to sit up. It wasn't easy. It took me a while to figure out why. My wrists and ankles were connected by some robust restraints. I stayed on my side watching Leena watching me as she chewed, swallowed and picked up a bottle of water to drink.
My jaw ached too with having been held open for so long. And my mouth was so dry it was almost stuck shut. Where the ring had pressed behind my teeth felt bruised.
Whatever she was eating smelled amazing, and I realised I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten. I didn't even really know how long had elapsed since she'd drugged me.
"Please...I need water," I croaked, the sound coming out like it belonged to someone else. My stomach rumbled loudly.
"And hungry too," said Leena. "Come here. I've brought you breakfast." She jumped down from the bench and came over to where I lay in the dog bed. unceremoniously, she hoiked me up by a collar I didn't know was round my neck, so that I knelt, my hands pinned uselessly against my ankles.
Attaching a leash to my collar she started to lead me towards the workbench, pulling me along. I toppled forward unable to stop myself and landing face first against the floor. Luckily the dog bed took the brunt of the fall along with my tits as I pulled my head back away from the concrete.
Leena was laughing.
"You're so fucking pathetic. Can't you even walk right?"
Again, she lifted me by the collar to my knees, choking me as she did so. She walked on, and I had to shuffle quickly on my knees to keep up, only just staying upright.
Holding a litre bottle of water in front of my face, she asked me very simply: "Are you thirsty?"
When I nodded she frowned disapprovingly. Then holding out the bottle she said to me again, "would you like a drink?"
Again, I nodded. She squirted the bottle of water in my face. Some went up my nose, choking me, and the rest splashed over my face and down my naked body to the floor. After the shock of it I tried to catch some in my mouth, to lick it from my own face, but I got miserably little. Not enough to even coat my tongue.
"When you answer me you will say, 'yes mistress'. Do you understand?"
"...yes, mistress..." I answered, almost as a whisper. Still, she seemed satisfied. She lifted the bottle of water to her lips and took a long swig draining 1/4 of the bottle.
"I'm not sure there's enough for the two of us," she said. "I suppose I could let you have it...Or - that's a better idea! Why don't we play a game for it. I've got a great game that you'll just love. What we do - we take turns opening our mouths and trying to catch the water that I squirt out of this bottle. Like this-"
She held her mouth open and shot a long stream of water into her mouth.
"Now it's your turn-" she squirted a tiny amount at my face. I opened my mouth, against the protests of my aching jaw, and caught most of it. It was a pitiful amount, but it felt so good against my tongue.
She turned the bottle back on herself and squirted a large amount, and again for me, just a little. But still I caught it.
"Oh, dear. You're too good at this. Here, I've got just the thing to even things up."
She reached behind her and pulled a blindfold off the workbench, wrapping it over my eyes so that I couldn't see a thing. How I was supposed to catch anything was beyond me.
"Not let's try again," she said. "Here it comes!" I opened my mouth wide, and she took her opportunity to force the open gag back in my mouth. I tried to shake her free but there really wasn't any point. I could feel the ring pressing neatly against familiar bruises in my mouth.
"Stupid fucking bitch," she said. "Still, you might have more of a chance like this. But me first," she said. I heard a long stream squirt into her open mouth.
"Now you-" A tiny squirt splashed against my face. "No so easy now you can't see, eh? Even with that slut hole kept open like a proper cum whore? Nevermind, there's maybe enough for us both to have another try."
