Always more

Emma didn't know how long she slept; it was the opening of the door that woke her, a mixture of anxiety and excitement.

Relief or disappointment, she saw Honey enter with a tray of food, accompanied by the voyeuristic guard.

The guard untied her wrists. Emma grimaced; she hadn't realized how many hours she had slept in this uncomfortable position.

She felt so dirty; the sperm had dried into a thin crust; the whippings stung and made her skin feel deliciously hot.

She ate the meal Honey brought with gusto. She suspected she would need strength for what came next. At the end of the meal, the guard pointed to the squat toilet. She read the perversity in his voyeuristic gaze, but her exhibitionist side was panting.

Emma got up with calculated slowness, feeling the guard's gaze burn her sweaty skin. Her aching muscles protested with every movement, but she stretched with feigned grace, offering the voyeur a view of her scarred body.

The cold air of the room caressed the marks left by the whip, reviving a pain that made her shiver with pleasure. This feeling of no longer being considered a star but something to be taken at will troubled her greatly. Before, it had been a fantasy for her fans, now it was a reality; they could all take her like an object of their own.

Pushing herself back to reality so as not to disappoint or irritate him, she now knew the instructions. She spread her arms as wide as possible to allow him to see everything and miss nothing. She began to push to satisfy her urge to relieve her bladder and rectum.

The guard's eyes fixed on her with obscene intensity while a satisfied grin stretched his lips. Emma felt her raspy breath echo in the damp silence of the room, every drop that escaped her scrupulously observed. She maintained her position, her thighs spread wide, her muscles trembling with the mixture of effort and excitement.

She felt relief when her feces fell into the toilet along with her urine. The man approached, his soft footsteps echoing on the cold tiles. She felt his hot breath on her neck even before he placed a hand on her shoulder, his fingers closing slowly, as if to gauge her reaction. A shiver ran down her spine as another trickle of urine escaped in spite of herself, splashing her feet.

The guard didn't move, his burning gaze scanning every shiver that ran through Emma's body as she slowly emptied herself, helpless under his watchful eye. A trickle of saliva trickled around the corners of her lips as she let out a final, muffled moan, her stomach muscles clenching one last time.

• Naughty girl. He told her.