The day she turned 18, she started following tumblr porn, searching out the darkest most fucked up sites. Days were lost in a haze, pictures of women bound and tortured, degraded and humiliated, abounded in her slut head.
It took a month, but she finally found the one she sought. Summoning all her courage she wrote. A week of communication and she knew He was the one. she begged Him to take cooking or cleaning or any such nonsense.
His rules were simple.
If He took it in, it would no longer be a person, only an object. Not a pleasure toy. Only meat for torture. Its holes would be viciously abused. It would be held under the strictest eye and voice contact restrictions. The vast majority of its existence would be in severe restriction bondage and total sensory deprivation
The girl burned every piece of clothing it owned upon entry while He watched. it boiled the shoes that it wore and for two weeks was fed scraps of the leather.
Little did it know it then, but that would be the last solid food it would eat for years.
He shaved its head. Pierced nose, nipples, cunt, rectum, tongue, all with thick gauge rings. Put a heavy iron collar around its neck and welded it in place. Did the same for its udders, forcing them through a small ring of spiked metal.
Over a week He branded it hundreds of times. Seared ‘cunt,’ ‘whore,’ ‘slut,’ tramp, ‘slave’ and other worse things over every inch of its skin. Used fishhooks to pull its cunt open and branded the inside ‘His.”
Tortured it everywhere. Filled it slut holes with caustic fluids. Cathetered the meat, taught it the joy of Tabasco in the bladder. Took a bottle of acid and one drip per day, slowly burnt off its clit.
The molars He drilled out incrementally, taking His time to maximize the pain so that each sucking breath, each touch of air across the exposed roots, caused excruciating pain.
Recently He’s turned His attention to its teeth.
For the next five years he’s going to torture it with the braces, tightening some, loosening thers, forcing the teeth to grow sideways and crooked. He says he wants the cunt to look like a picket fence a truck ran through. Anything left when he’s done, He’ll knock out with a hammer.
the meat has taken up crying as its sole hobby. He loves this. In a twisted way, so does the meat
The more it hurts, the happier He is and that is the only excuse it has for continuing to be allowed to breathe His air.
