Begger's can't be Choosers

“This… this can’t be doing any good by now, Brielle. Right? How long have I been like this? We… w-we can be done? For the night?” Hannah latched on to those words. Daisy had said they would be, at some point, done. She didn’t know how long it had been. Time lost meaning in this small room. She didn’t know how long it had taken to get her here in the first place for that matter, how many hours… Days? Had she been without food or water?

Hannah pointedly did not let herself look at the thick white milk or the pink slop they considered her dinner, hating that both had at least some actual attraction to her in her current state.

“Okay. At least let me use the restroom? It’s been hours.” At least. “I saw the wet room. Just…”

Brielle hummed. It was almost soothing though coming around the gag was also somewhat disturbing. Hannah **** her head up to see the woman bending and watching her. Brielle brought two fingers to her lips and tapped twice and then nodded at the waiting bowls and then pointed to the small bathroom.

“E-eat first. Then you will let me go?” Hannah asked but she already knew the answer. She whimpered again when Brielle nodded. She did not need another reason, another pull to eat from the horrid bowls. “F-f-fine. I’ll do it. Can you at least lift them to my lips? No? Of course not. Let me guess. I have to stretch for them?”

Hannah’s bark of laughter was more cry than anything. She wasn’t surprised at the silence from the self imposed mute.

The bowls were both there, beneath her hanging face and shoved just a bit lower than she had been uncomfortable hanging, just a little closer to… Hannah moaned. The thought returned to her mind, the image of what he had promised and with the image her awareness of the scent already so close. It mingled with the cloying creaminess of the milk and the starchy smell of her sweet potato gruel and made her want to gag.

Eat. Get this over with and you will be untied.

That was all that mattered to her right then. Getting loose. She didn’t really need the toilet at all thank God, though that thought should perhaps have worried her. She bent her neck down and **** herself even further into the position Brielle had **** her into, until the pink slop was centimeters from her mouth. It hurt and she could not escape the smell but the worse humiliation came as she finally gave in and lapped at the food with her tongue like an abused dog. It was the only way she could reach it.

They want this. Another of their mental tricks to break me. To… to train me.

She told herself it wouldn’t happen, couldn’t happen. She was not some circus freak or animal to be broken and retrained. Except… She felt less than human right then. Bound and helpless and completely out of her depth. An animal was a good description of how she felt. Pathetic. Lap up your food, dog. That’s all you are. And Brielle… Daisy. Both of them had presumably been normal women, women just living their lives before they had been stolen away and… remade. She could not stop herself from picturing Daisy’s four massive breasts. Udders… She called them fucking udders. Oh my god. They had done that to her. Surgery and… hormones? Hannah could not begin to guess what else they may have done. And they will do it to you, too. They broke them both and who knows how many others in this ‘circus’ they will break you. Who are you to think you will do better?

Hannah cried as she licked the bowl empty. The empty pit that had been her stomach finally felt relief, relief she knew would be tied to this exact act. Just as they no doubt wanted it to be. She moved on to the still warm milk and hesitating only a moment, she began to drink. She needed it. It didn’t matter where it came from. Her tongue darted into the thick liquid again and again, each taste making it even harder to stop. She was more dehydrated than she had realized and now she had something to drink, she knew she wouldn’t stop until she had drained the bowl.

The queasiness came after she had finished. Her stomach roiled with what she had just done even as Brielle bent and moved the bowls, setting them aside on the dresser. Hannah was afraid she was going to be sick but more than that she was beginning to feel… odd. Heavy. She blinked suddenly leaden eyelids. She was falling asleep? Like this? It made no sense.

When Brielle untied the knots at her ankles and then the one on the wall Hannah fell forward, sliding her aching legs back behind her and together once again. The released tension was ecstasy and whatever they had slipped her was only helping that feeling. Her arms were next, the cuffs popping off one wrist and left to dangle on the other like some demented bracelet. Hannah didn’t care. She was free.

It took Brielle some work to get Hannah to her feet. She felt weak and dizzy as she was half carried to the toilet and then back to the mat that they clearly intended to be her bed, leaning her back against the wall and letting her at least hug her knees to cover herself.

“Thank you. Brielle, thank you.” It was stupid to be grateful to the woman who had put her through this she knew. But she couldn’t help it.

Those feelings vanished however when the second cuff clicked back into place with her hands once again linked though this time just under her knees.

“No! D-daisy said we would be done for the night? Right?”

Brielle pushed her back against the wall and taking one and then the other of her legs she **** them back and up until her ankles hooked her neck and **** her face down once again until she was staring at her own pussy. She tied her feet together there, locked into place in a human ball.

Hannah was too tired to beg. Whatever **** they had slipped her… A muscle relaxer? Whatever it was it made this position at least slightly more bearable than the last. Even when she slipped down onto one side she was at least ‘laying’ down.

Brielle moved back to the drawers, her latex squeaking as she moved, and retrieved another item before dropping to her knees beside the trussed up bank teller. Her eyes were sad, Hannah thought. Not that it did her any good. Brielle had been eager to do this when Arnold had asked. Wouldn’t you be? If it meant it wasn’t happening to you?

She showed Hannah the object she had retrieved. She flicked on the pink vibrator and reached down between Hannah's thighs and began to rub it gently against her lower lips.

Pleasure was the furthest thing from Hannah's mind but it didn't matter. Brielle was persistent. Hannah felt… and smelled… herself growing wetter. She felt when her juices began to run down her leg and onto the mat. Just as the pressure began to build Brielle lifted the vibrator away from her clit and slid it inside Hannah’s slit to the hilt. She replaced its pulsing sensation with her deft fingers instead and in moments Hannah was mewling in unasked for ecstasy.

“Wha… what? Nnnnngh.” Hannah moaned as the other woman stood, leaving the toy still buzzing inside her. “T-take it out. It’s.. mmmm… Please? It’s t-too much. Fffuuck!”

Brielle shook her head as she gathered up the bowls from the dresser and moved to the door.

“You’re l-leaving? Don’t leave me. N-not like this!”

Brielle hesitated at the door though she did not look back before pushing it open and then shutting it again behind her.