Humiliation

He nodded.

• Okay, but you're going with me. You're going to leave the door open. You're going to spread your legs and do it in front of me while I watch. I might as well enjoy watching you.
• But then he showed me the remote control.

I sighed. He followed me to the women's restroom. I got into position and obeyed, hiding nothing. I could never have been so ashamed. The restroom door slammed behind us, the metallic echo resonating in the empty room. Virgil leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze heavy as lead on the back of my neck.

• Spread your legs wider, he ordered, the remote control turning slowly between his fingers.

A shiver ran down my spine. My knees trembled as I squatted, my thighs still burning from the jump rope. Crouching just inches above the toilet seat, I pushed my legs absurdly wide open; he would see everything.

My fingers trembled as I spread them further, exposing my humiliated flesh to the icy air of the toilet. A trickle of urine finally spurted out, the sound too loud in the silence, while my cheeks burned with shame.

"Slower," Virgil murmured, his thumb brushing the button on the remote.

I tried to slow the flow; I didn't want to be struck down there, tensing up without trying to stop it.

-Keep going.

His voice was like a knife. The urine continued to flow, now in spurts, each contraction of my bladder triggering the vibrations that shot through me like electric shocks.

“Slower,” he repeated, and a low hum stirred in the anal plug, making my inner walls vibrate. I stifled a moan, the muscles of my stomach contracting under the brutal stimulation. The urine was now flowing in spurts, each drop a humiliation measured by his merciless gaze.

It went on for so long, he seemed satisfied with my shame, when I finally instinctively grabbed a piece of toilet paper, thinking it would wipe away the remaining drops.

• Okay, put the harness on while you put on the dildo and the plug now, go slowly. I looked at the harness, positioning it so that the dildo rested at the entrance of my vagina and the plug at my anus.

“Stop dawdling, don’t play the smart aleck.” I gritted my teeth, my sweaty fingers sliding over the cold leather of the harness. The dildo brushed against my entrance, already sensitive from the previous sessions. A bead of sweat trickled down my temple as I pushed slowly, feeling the burning stretch in my flesh.

"Faster," Virgil growled, his shadow stretching across the creaky tiles.

The anal plug slid against my taut sphincter, the lubricated tip penetrating in spurts.

I **** the dildo and plug fully inside me, wincing in a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. How was I going to be able to walk with this thing inside me?

He locked the harness with a padlock, pressed the remote control, and the dildo and plug began to vibrate.

I doubled over, my hands gripping the cold sink as the vibrations intensified, turning my breathing into ragged gasps. The dildo pulsed inside me with cruel regularity, each rotation calculated to brush against hypersensitive areas without ever bringing relief.

"Stand up," Virgil ordered, grabbing the back of my neck. His fingers dug into my damp flesh as he **** me to my feet, my legs trembling.

• I'm going to teach you to push past your limits. Move forward and go back to your new room. My teeth chattered as I **** myself to take one step, then another, each movement amplifying the vibrations that tore me apart from the inside. The icy tiles beneath my bare feet contrasted sharply with the insidious burning sensation rising in my lower abdomen.

"Faster," Virgil growled from behind me, his hand slamming down on my already bruised buttock.

I stumbled, my knees weak, feeling the dildo pivot abruptly inside me, its artificial shape rubbing against already hypersensitive parodies.

The corridor now seemed so long from here to the old locker room that would serve as my bedroom.

The vibrations suddenly intensified, triggering an involuntary spasm that made me stumble against the wall. The rough concrete scraped my bare hip as I desperately tried to regain my balance, the muscles in my thighs trembling under the onslaught of the toys occupying me. Virgil sneered behind me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my waist to roughly pull me upright.

• Watch where you're going, ****, he growled, activating a new mode on the remote.

I was breathless, panting, discomfort bordering on pain mingled with soaring pleasure, this gear was hellish, each step was an infernal and delicious torment at the same time.

I braced myself against the wall, my nails digging into the concrete as a wave of conflicting sensations washed over me. The dildo began to oscillate with calculated slowness, its bulbous tip rubbing against exactly where Virgil knew I couldn't resist. A trickle of saliva escaped my lower lip as my thighs clenched involuntarily, a futile attempt to stifle the electric shocks coursing through my pelvis.

Learn to focus your mind and stop concentrating on your physical reactions.

I clenched my jaw, the vibrations penetrating deeper, like fiery needles into my taut flesh. Each step was an ordeal, my toes crunching on the icy ground as the dildo pivoted, crushing already raw nerves.

"You're dragging," Virgil murmured, his low, raspy voice against my ear. His hand closed on my arm, his fingers digging into my trembling muscles, eliciting a stifled moan.

An orgasm struck me three meters from the door of my "room," my body stiffening in a silent convulsion, my nails digging into the concrete until they chipped as the wave of pleasure-pain coursed through me like lightning. The dildo twisted violently, its artificial grooves rubbing upside down against my overstimulated walls—calculated **** to prolong the crisis beyond what was bearable.

"Look at this failure," Virgil growled, grabbing my hair and dragging me from the wall.

• Please, please stop, I can't.

That's the problem with you, you can never do it. I'm going to teach you how to do it, even if you have to curse being alive."

Virgil dragged me by my hair to the rusty door, every inch a torment as the dildo still throbbed inside me, its vibrations shifting into an irregular pulsation that made my teeth chatter. The metal handle slammed against my ribs as he slammed me against the door, his hot, spicy breath clinging to the damp back of my neck.

He threw me to the floor and stopped the vibrations.

• I'm going to leave you alone tonight. I advise you to eat what I brought you; you'll need all your strength. He closed the door, leaving me alone, still trembling. I pounced on the freeze-dried food; it was indeed disgusting, but I was so hungry.

I devoured the freeze-dried food, my trembling fingers spilling dry crumbs onto the concrete floor. The taste of burnt cardboard clung to the roof of my mouth, but my stomach was screaming too loudly for me to stop. A shiver ran down my spine when the last spasms of the dildo finally subsided, leaving behind a raw sensitivity, like a burning sensation on the inside of my thighs.

I fell asleep in the sleeping bag Virgil had recommended. I slept like a log, utterly exhausted. My sleep was disturbed by erotic, even pornographic, dreams; the presence of the dildo and the plug certainly played a part in that.