Your Master

After a few agonizing minutes of silence, you hear faint _*click, click* _steps of high heels getting closer. When she steps in front of your cell, she is accompanied by your master. Neither of them look pleased to be there.

"Slave, I told you to think about your manners," Your master chides, "It seems you've done nothing but sulk. This is unacceptable."

The woman walks past your master holding a large dildo while waving it in front of your face. That thing is huge! Your ass clenches around the butt plug involuntarily, it suddenly feels much smaller than before. She walks behind you, tracing your spine with the large dildo. A shudder of dread flows through you.

Before you can think too much about the dildo, your master grabs your head and shoves her soft cock into your mouth.

"Now Slave," She says, pulling your head up painfully to look into her eyes, "I'm going to give you an opportunity to practice some good manners. Suck."

With such a limited ability to move your head, you instead begin to move your tongue along the bottom of her cock. With that show of intent, she releases your head and lets you work. The extra maneuverability only creates maybe an inch or two to slowly bob your head. After a few moments her cock begins to swell in your mouth, getting more and more erect until it is jutting into the back of your throat.

"You are an object, with a very specific purpose," This is your purpose. You are a tool. A sex toy for others. You need cum. You live for it. The mantra plays in the back of your mind. "And you will fulfill that purpose, before you leave here. You can be a well-mannered Slave, or a broken bad-mannered slave."

She begins to move her hips as the woman behind you removes the butt plug. You know what's coming, and you are helpless to stop it.

"The slave who was here before is well-mannered, and he will leave here soon. You could learn much from them."

A piercing shock of pain explodes through your body, running up your spine and making your eyes water. The woman forced the large dildo into your ass in one sudden motion. You cannot hold back a groan of pain as you are mouth-fucked by your master.

"A well-mannered slave does not need to be broken like this," Your master sighs, "But all wild steer can be broken"

Before you can fully process the pain of the first thrust, the woman roughly pulls the dildo out and shoves it back in again. You cry out in pain, making squelching noises around your master's cock as she pumps in and out of your mouth. You are spit-roasted for several minutes of agony, certain that the large dildo is causing some sort of permanent damage. Your master takes a step back and begins to jerk her cock in front of your face.

"Have you been paying attention Slave?" She sounds like a grade-school teacher speaking to a child, "Do you need to be broken, or are you capable of manners?"