Dazed, Reeling, About to Break.

Your suffering persists for an interminable amount of time. The minutes, hours, and days meld together as you agonizingly piston between the two phallic objects. This claustrophobic wooden coffin deprives you entirely of your senses, leaving you only to the soft thrumming sound of the silver dildos as they repeatedly make their uninvited advances into your abused body.

The brief moments of blissful unconsciousness are frequently met with horrifying shocks to your system, as surges of electrical energy course through your pained cavities.

You feel your mind slowly losing sanity, as reality bleeds away into pure ecstatic misery.

And that’s how she finds you, several days later--rapturous, insensate, and entirely dead to the world. You don’t even notice when the Mistress ends your entombment and floods your world with light.

She waves a hand in front of your face, inspecting you with fascination and self-indulgent pride. “It would seem that my invention is efficacious…”

She watches for several moments as you senselessly grind your anus into the thick silver dildo. Your small cock is still tightly caged, yet the pool of cum beneath you serves as evidence of your frequent, unbidden ejaculation.

“Perhaps I overdid it a bit.” She shrugs. “But then again…perhaps not. Perhaps you’ve learned something over the course of your stay.” She smirks at you, snapping her fingers. “Let’s find out, shall we? Remove him.”

Her guards make haste in extracting the dildos from the structure and undoing your bindings. You fall limp in their arms as they drag you out and unceremoniously drop you onto the ground of your cell.

The Mistress frowns, eyeballing her guards with an irksome expression. “Well? Wake him up.” She punctuates this command with a forceful slam of her boot onto the stone floor.

The first guard places her hands under the pits of your arms and hefts you to a standing position. The second guard slams a gauntleted glove deep into your stomach. You heave with pain as she continues her ****, grabbing your hair and slapping you hard across the face. You feel your conscious mind slowly return as she bludgeons your face once more with her gauntleted fist. She looks down at your pathetic, caged cock and sneers at you. “What a worthless little worm you are.” She thrusts her knee into your nuts with horrible ****. The guard holding you upright chuckles huskily as she feels you recoil in traumatic fashion. “I think that one did the trick.”

You awaken to the world in a semi-conscious state, collapsed on the floor and clutching your busted balls. The Mistress nods to her guards and they back up slightly. She stands over you with hungry, golden eyes.

“It seems you rather enjoyed your time in the hole. We could hardly bring you back.” She grins toothily as you slowly rouse yourself to a sitting position. You dry heave momentarily as pain surges through your tormented form.

She sighs disappointedly as she looks down upon your pitiful, emaciated body. “My patience has run its course with you. I’m afraid that this is the end of the road.”

You look up at her with miserable, swollen eyes.

She crosses her arms and glowers at you. “I’ll give you one final chance, little pet. One final chance to apologize for your reprehensible behavior. If you do, you will be graciously permitted to complete lesson one. I’ll feed you, unshackle you, and even give you a day off for your efforts.”

The Mistress places a smooth, practiced hand on your reddened face. “And if you refuse--well, I have no use for you in your current state. You will be transformed into something a little more…malleable, shall we say.” She grins at you lasciviously.

You shudder at the implication of her words--finding them both disturbing and arousing. A growing part of you wants to be broken; to feel the cracks in your mind shatter in servile insanity, and yet…

The thought of submitting to the Mistress and sharing your suffering with others is an equally appealing prospect.

Having made up what little is left of your mind, you gaze up at the Mistress with decided eyes.