Suffer Well, Slut.

The Mistress shrugs and snaps her fingers once more. As she does, the armed guards positioned at either end of the cell door begin making their way toward you. In your current deprived condition, you are too weak to fight them off. Consequently, and with little effort, they forcefully drag you over to the entrance of the wooden object.

The Mistress unlocks the door of the rectangular box and regards you for a moment with lustful intent. “Strap him in.”

Her guards roughly shove you inside of the box and fasten a girdle around your waist. As you are **** into the center of the structure, you notice that vertical metal bars occupy each of the four corners of the container. All four of the metal bars have a thick leather strap attached to them. The guards begin pulling those straps taut and attaching them to your girdle.

Once finished, you find yourself tightly bound in the center of this rectangular box. The leather straps freely allow you to glide from a squatting or standing position, but they heavily restrict any other sort of movement. You peer over at the Mistress with a curious, tired expression as you hear the guards shuffling about the exterior of the box.

She watches you with impatient, expectant eyes, as you see a hole slowly emerge from the top of the box. The guard begins shoving a massive, vibrating dildo through the hole--angling it directly toward your awaiting, O-ring gagged mouth.

You begin squatting down to avoid it, when you hear a sliding sound behind you. You are able to crane your head just enough to see a second hole emerging. Panic arouses within you as another pulsating phallus enters into the fray. It angles its way directly toward your abused anus, and you instinctively rise up to avoid it.

As you do, you take the first massive dildo into your mouth. It thrums with power as it begins gliding effortlessly down your throat. You retch and reel away in fear, only to find yourself impaled by the second monstrous member. Your ass puckers as it takes the throbbing length unbiddenly inside.

Your eyes go wide with painful pleasure, and you rise once more to avoid the worst of the anal ****. As you do, you find yourself once more deepthroating the colossal pseudocock above you. You gag and hack as the ribbed, silver object convulses down your throat.

Withdrawing slightly, you find your ass once more drilled by the thrumming, penetrating power of a gigantic penis. Your moan like an insensate whore as your bowels are plundered by the invasive object. Your eyes go wide with horror as you realize that the dildos are slowly growing in length.

You let out a scream of frustration as you search the Mistress for relief. She crosses her arms and inspects you amusedly for several tormented moments. “Don’t worry, those fuck sticks have nearly reached their full length. You’ll know what you’re really in for momentarily.”

You maintain a squatting position and embrace your agony as the monstrous member buries itself deeper within your bowels. You try to reason through the suffering. If your ass can just take the entirety of this dildo, then perhaps you will grow accustomed to--

You scream in guttural, primal pain as a jolt of electricity surges through the silver cock and into your anus. You instinctively stand to your feet and deepthroat the first phallus to the hilt.

The Mistress chuckles with delight as you willingly gag on the sizable object. “Did I forget that little detail? Oh, silly me.” She gives you a playful, lecherous wink. “You won’t want to play favorites with your toys. It's shocking how envious they can be…”

You feel yourself growing lightheaded as the dildo occupies the entirety of your throat. You slide downward from your tippy toes to catch your breath, and immediately take several inches of hard, pulsating cock into your ass.

The Mistress leers as you hopelessly struggle to find a delicate balance. “Just think, ****. All of this could have been avoided if you had simply said the words.”

Your groan in despair as you struggle with your impossible position. She shrugs her shoulders in response. “I’ll check back in a few days to see if you’ve changed your mind. Suffer well, slut.”

You look over at her with trepidation as she begins to encapsulate you in the claustrophobic fuck-box. You scream into your gag, whimpering for relief…but to no avail.

The Mistress shuts you inside the dark box with only your thrumming, horrifying phallic friends to keep you company.