Katies POV, 6 days later

Katie felt sick constantly. Only after throwing up some poop, could she speak savely. She hated it.

Her owner had given her a new name, Asscunt. She hated that too, but was too scared for brain modding to ever go against his whishes.

Speaking of, he would be home soon. Although she hated the man that bought her, she counted every minute that he was gone.

Every time he left, he locked her bottom up in a chastity belt, and inserted the tube that led to a disposal bag into her mouth to stop the risk of his fucktoy ruining the white carpet with shit. Apart from these gadgets, he left her naked in the cage his house had become.

No windows and only one door she didn't have a key to. Katie knew she couldn't escape as long as he was gone. She had kicked the walls, but there was nothing in the mansion of whiteness she could use to break free.

Her only entertainment was the big flatscreen her owner watched his porn on. All very disturbing and ****. Snake women, limbless ladies, blind bimbo's, Sad crying sluts, painfuckers, woofies. Those were just a few of the titles his porn collection consisted of.

He always put them on when he left, and Katie always put them off as soon as he left, or after a few scenes, or after the movie was over. No, she may be bored crazy, but she would never put on one of those dvds herself. Not voluntarily.

After her afternoon napping time, at 18:00 stipt, she heard him upen the door.

It was weird to feel so much terror and excitement at the same time. He was the one to have done this to her, but the bag of shit than bounced between her tits was heavy and she hadn't gotten any food shoved in her bottom since yesterday (When you didn't count his morning cum). And after a day of absolute boredom, despite herself, she needed some release.