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Deportation – Part 1

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I saw the ad online that they were looking for men of some experience to work for ICE. The pay was basically ok: $30.50 an hour, but not enough to actually risk your life.

They accepted my application pretty quickly with the understanding that I would be part of a “response team” but had to supply my own car since they were both saving money as well as making themselves less obvious (the idea of using white vans or black Tahoes with government plates was really just for show, since people saw them in the news and assumed that they would always show up in them). I got a fuel supplement and auto depreciation as a form of compensation for the use of my Subaru.

I met with them for the training session held at Camp Smith, which had been reactivated but honestly had no other use. The training was basic, and most of the others much younger than me—rules on approaching, notification, requesting ID, acceptable ID, detaining for processing; basically the day to day work we would be doing. Sometimes, they said, we could be paired with ATF, FBI, DOJ or other federal agencies, state police or local law enforcement, but many times we’d work in our smaller response team consisting of 8 agents. Most of them at the orientation were in their 20’s and 30’s, overwhelmingly Caucasian, and a lot had extensive tattoos. They were tough looking young white guys for the most part, with a few Latinos.

When we had a coffee or lunch break, I got to chatting with a few of them. I had assumed they were basically devoted to MAGA, but most actually had very little in the way of clear political beliefs. Some were recent veterans, several had been recently discharged from prison, some had kids but everyone was looking forward to making more money than they could at Walmart or Amazon. In each response team were two agents who were at least mostly fluent in Spanish. My knowledge of French was considered useful in dealing with African and Haitian illegals, though I honestly had my doubts since it seemed virtually nobody actually knew Creole. But I could read and communicate with basic French, and there I was. I also have a background in law. I was told that my age would be viewed as a sign of authority especially among many of the foreigners and might instil a sense of legal formality. In effect, my age was considered a valuable asset to my response team. I was to leave any real physical confrontation to the other younger men.

In my first week on the job, I was texted the addresses the group was dispatched to–a Home Depot, a building sanitation business, several apartments, a construction site. Things went pretty smoothly since those taken were obviously aware to avoid putting up resistance. We had some other law enforcement pros around as preparation for any trouble. Some of those we detained and questioned were in fact undocumented illegals, but a few managed to produce suitable papers.

I got into a bullshit session with a couple of guys in my team and they were going on about the stories of other groups that had detained young women, how the body search was sometimes a real grope session, and how more than one detainee was supposedly willing to do anything to be let go. We all chuckled and started discussing who was hottest: Camila Cabelo, Shakira, Cardi B, or Jenna Ortega. It was clear that most of the guys had favorite Latinas. It became a kind of default conversation topic, and a lot of it was no doubt bullshit.

That was when the plan was imprinted in my imagination. I would do something I’ve always wanted to do: get myself a girl to be an unquestioning sex slave. Sure, I had contacted various ones over the years, a few developing into actual relationships, but most purely online. Some were actual photo models who did kink posing, and a couple of others who either liked the idea of doing some photo work or were actually trying to start a career, This would be different, though. In all cases before they had been obviously very willing, but now there was a real element of uncertainty if the one (or ones) chosen were in fact interested in anything of the sort. Most young women, I discovered, were flattered to be offered a modeling job and since I always shared any work product they could use it to add to their portfolios. Some kept at it and others ended up moving on with their lives. But the offer remained something that nearly every girl seemed to want to do , at least as a fantasy.

But again, this situation would be very different, as they would be unwilling in various degrees.

****

Ana was attending some local Community College courses and apparently had been working part time in a manicure shop. She lived in a Section 8 housing complex with multiple unrelated roommates, all paying cash on a weekly basis. It was a fluid existence, especially as the government was conducting raids to fill out a quota. Everybody knew people who were detained for no reason at all, and a lot became wary of even showing up for work. The search for documentation, especially forgeries, had become a big business, and everyone was more or less rushing around trying to get something convincing. I looked over the records we had of all her roommates, such as they were, and hers stuck out. She was Venezuelan, apparently had family who did work with the Cartels in Colombia, none of whom were with her, and she of course had no current visa. She was considered a very low priority, even compared to some of her roommates, as she was apparently religious. She had turned 18 in May, was alone, but that was pretty much all we had on her.

I didn’t know a lot more about her, so I decided to do some staking out. I learned the time she left her apartment complex to walk about a half mile to catch a bus to CC, and the time she usually came back, using the same general route.. I wore a dark blue windbreaker I bought online with ICE printed on the back, rather than any actual uniform item we were given, lest it be connected to me. I had a fake ID in the form of a NYC Detective badge with a convincing looking ID card, and I had a Denix pistol in a shoulder holster I bought under the jacket.

I saw her getting off the bus that afternoon, from a scheduled stop, parked my car and began to shadow her on foot. She always took a pathway as a shortcut through a patch of woods, past a deserted garage. It was blazing hot and she carried a backpack with books in it, with a bottle of water in a side pocket. She stopped and took a long drink.

I was nearby, using a tree as cover and got a good look at her. She was quite petite, barely 5′ tall, slender, with a very modest figure. She had golden toned skin with shades of darker areas which had been exposed to sun, Very long jet black hair coiled on her head, dark eyes and black nail polish. She was wearing shorts which looked like seersucker, a polo shirt and a loose oversized white long sleeve shirt with the arms rolled up. She had on white sneakers with no socks—basically looking like any college girl around. We were quite alone, there was nobody else in the area, the heat was keeping most inside.

While she was rummaging putting her bottle back in the pocket I stepped out. I said “Ana Castillo”? She froze in place. and said quietly “Yes?” “I am Agent Guarino from Immigration and Customs, and I would like to talk with you”. I showed her my fake badge. “Are you comfortable speaking English?” “Yes, my English is good” I pulled out a notebook pad, making sure she saw the shoulder holster/pistol. You are 18 as of May this year, you are living at 239 Spring St.apartment B, you are working at Rosa Nails and taking classes at the County Community College, correct so far?” “Yes, it is correct, but I no longer work at Rosa Nails.”

“It is very hot out here–my car is right over there, we can put the a/c on and talk in there. Please come with me.” “Well, uh, no, I really think..” “That was not a request”

I got behind her and stayed close to her arm as we walked back to the car. She had a cute little jiggle in her butt.She looked sweaty enough that her white overshirt was nearly translucent with moisture in spots, her hair with a few strands hanging down in her face. was obviously sweaty as well. She was looking around like she was either hopeful there was someone else as a witness or maybe she was contemplating a break for it. ” I need you to know that I am an agent of the Federal Government of the US, that any attempt at resisting this questioning will lead to immediate incarceration. You will be sent to jail.” She nodded, looking down at the ground. I’d had the a/c on before so the car was reasonably cool, still. I opened the passenger door and she climbed in, reaching over to put her bookbag in the backseat. Definitely a cute little ass. She was actually exceedingly short, like 4’10” and as she leaned over the seat, she really looked like a child. She finally got seated in the car. I had disabled the door lock on her side as “kid protection” and had put a lever lock on her seatbelt clasp. Once she was settled, I told her to fasten the belt. “Are we going somewhere?” “Yes, I wanted us to park in the shade” I asked her: “Are you a born US citizen, or have you completed Naturalization?””No. Sir.” I started driving her. “Are you a citizen of any foreign country?” “Venezuela, Sir”.

“Do you have a passport from Venezuela?” “No, I don’t” “Have you a valid visa to be in the US?” “No. No visa, Sir” “Do you have any official ID at all? Even a driver’s license?”” I have my college ID card” I pulled over “May I see it?”

“That could be anyone’s ID and it is simply not a government issued positive ID” “But it has my picture…” “Those can be easily replaced using an ordinary iron or hot knife”

“Here, we can park there in the park on the creek next to the abandoned factory” I pulled in and parked. There were no other cars in the small lot. “Now Ana, it’s obvious that you are not in the US without any legal standing. Due to Executive Orders, we are empowered to detain illegals to be sent to an incarceration camp where they will most likely be transported back to their home country. Seeing as we have a hostile relationship with your president, you would most likely be sent to an alternative location in El Salvador or Nigeria”

“I…I…please Sir, don’t do that. I cannot go back to Venezuela anyway and I’d be in big trouble if I tried” “Is that because your brother works with a drug cartel in Colombia?” “I…I have not seen him..he is a criminal” “So you have family in the business of selling illegal narcotics, is that what you are admitting?” “No, no Sir, I am a good girl, I have nothing to do with that. I am very good in class, and I go to church” “Isn’t that nice. Do you expect me to believe you and just let you go? Just like that?”

“Well, yes. Sir. Please, please”

“But you are here completely illegally, you have no family and the ones you have are drug traffickers. How can I just act as if everything is ok and turn my back on you?” “Why would I do something like that and risk my job, or worse, get prosecuted for aiding a fugitive?”

“I know you are a good man and that you need to do your job. But please, Sir, please have mercy. I can’t go to jail in some foreign country”

“I’m sorry, you will,have to go to my headquarters to dispose of your case. It’s that simple. I mean, don’t you think my supervisor knows where I am and would ask ‘well, where is that girl Ana Castillo’? Do you really think I have the authority to on my own decide your case?”

‘No, Sir, but…is there anything I can do in my defence?” “Like what?” “Well, I am 18 and I know something about boys..”

“Meaning what, exactly?”

“That I can be very helpful…” “Are you offering to be a prostitute for me? Is that what you are saying? That’s a big crime right there.”

“No, no, I don’t want any money. I am no prostitute” “But you seem to be offering me sex in exchange for my not doing my job. Some kind of sexual favor”

“I…I’m a good girl” She started to cry. I reached to the door pocket on my side and pulled out a couple of soft napkins I used as tissues. I handed them to her as I pulled the hypodermic out from the bundle. She took the tissues and was wiping her tears and nose when I reached over her, pinned her body to the seat and stuck the needle into her shoulder. She went to cry out and I grabbed the rest of the tissues and covered her mouth, She struggled to get out of the seatbelt, but couldn’t. She reached to open the door, which stayed locked and she started to go slack. Her nose was dripping, her face crumpled down, mouth open with her hair hanging down in dark streaks. I tossed the tissues and put a handkerchief into her mouth with duct tape over it, and put two elastic “eye injury” patches on her eyes. I fixed a cotton mask over her mouth and a big pair of sunglasses over her eyes, along with a set of headphones over her ears. If anyone saw us driving by, there would be nothing suspicious but a girl in sunglasses listening to music.

I had opened the rear gate to my backyard which had been covered with vines. I parked right next to it. No neighbors anywhere around. I lifted her up out of her seat and kept her from falling as I supported her in my arms. I got her into the basement and then cradled her, basically carrying her as I went up the stairs to the kitchen. On the way up, her sneakers both fell off, her hair came undone, her sunglasses had fallen off and she was warm and limp. She smelled nice, and she was so tiny that even I was able to manhandle her. I put her onto the kitchen table and took a quick assessment. I pulled off her top shirt and took a moment to squeeze her little tits. I reached inside her bra and I could feel her puffy nipples getting stiff. I took off the face mask but left the taped gag on. I also left on the eyepatches. I reached into a kitchen drawer and pulled out some rubber cement and put a dab into each ear, securing the earphones. Now she was almost ready. She was barefoot, so I clipped on some ankle cuffs and then got both of her wrists, behind her back. While she was there, now on her stomach. I pulled off her shorts. She was sopping wet. She had lost control of her bladder. I cut away her shorts and then her polo shirt and bra., tossing everything into a paper bag of burning later. She had a fine, brown body. I sponged off her ass and her furry pussy. to get the urine off. I pushed her onto her back and explored her cute little body.

She was carmel colored in general, but her nipples were a deep chocolate brown, The skin around her ass was lighter than the rest from a bikini bottom.. She had obviously been out in the sun. She had no corresponding tan line on her chest–she must have sunned herself topless, the little slut. Her cunt was covered in thick black hair, and she had some growth under her arms,She had long labia and a correspondingly big clit hood. I pulled it back to see a really sizable clit . I rubbed it and it did get bigger and stiff with my stroking. I twisted her nipples and they were sticking straight out like twin pins.She was Really cute, too. Her mouth was a perfect bow (under the tape) and her eyes, covered by the elastic patches were a deep brown or black. She seemed to have natural black tinged eyelashes without any kohl or Maybelline applied. I picked her up cradled in my arms and carried her upstairs.

I dropped her body on my bed. I’d had it set up in advance: leather cuffs for wrists and ankles attached to metal eyelets in various places, I had a camera on a tripod and a couple of photo lamps, my Motorbunny on a bench with metal eyelets for cuff attachment, a rolling cart with a variety of sex toys, vibrators, and electric controls as well as an estim set. I had a couple of dildo fucking machines on a side table, several large full length mirrors handy and of course opaque room darkening curtains on the widows. I had some wood panels I could screw on to completely cover the entire window and a padded panel mounted to the inside of the door to prevent any sounds from getting in or out. Finally there was the heavy steel dog cage/crate in the corner with a blanket over it.

I decided I wanted to communicate with her entirely through her headphones, which could also be used to transmit porn sound effects, white noise, and subliminal messaging.

I took off the metal hand and ankle cuffs and strapped on the leather cuffs with the clips around her wrists and ankles. Then I clipped the carabiners to the headboard for her wrists, her ankles spread as wide as I could. I looked at her; so helpless and so incredibly sexy and I found myself getting increasingly horny. She was still out cold so doing anything fancy with her would be a waste. I wanted her to be aware of what I was going to do with her., but for now I needed to use her. I would never use a condom with her; if by some circumstance she would get pregnant, who cares? And she seemed STD free. I pulled off my clothes and raped her hairy little cunt, leaving her dripping my cum, which came out quickly. She was tight and unconsciously clenched on my cock to get every last drop out. She was obviously no virgin. I will need to have her admit to and describe in detail all her sexual encounters so I can play with her guilty conscience.But that would be later, obviously.

For now I made a quick inventory of the bins of jewelry and costumes I had for her. She was a perfect Princess Jasmine, so I had several bollywood type outfits to dress her up in. With her long black Hair in twin braids, she’d make a good Wednesday Addams, so I also had some suitable black costumes as well as a variety of makeup for that too. She was gonna be so cute, and I also had a corset, garter belt, fishnet stockings, heels and a variety of panties if I wanted to make her into a classic whore. I’d decided I’d enjoy making her look at the little whore in the mirror while she was being fucked. This was gonna be fun.

I decided to take a much-needed break, as long as she was still out cold, to take care of myself. Bath, shampoo, shave, fresh underwear and clothes. I checked on her and she was still out so I laid down at the foot of the bed and took a nap, not physically touching her. I figured that I would awaken when she was conscious.That said I must have slept a while because when I awoke, she was stirring around, her head moving up down and side to side, her limbs flexing and straining, obviously trying to get free. She had a sheen of sweat on her body; I noticed it first in droplets on her chest. I eased myself off the bed carefully and picked up the bluetooth phone.”Ana, I suppose you are curious about where you are and what is going on here. Nod your head if you understand me.” She did, carefully.”You are now in your new life. Things have changed. To begin with, you are now secure that no government agent is going to show up to arrest you or deport you. You are now safe in my care. I will feed you, clothe you as I wish and ive you a life of privacy and no backbreaking work. All I want is to completely control you–you will do whatever I want, whenever I want it, and you have no ability to wander around lost anymore. If you make that difficult at any point I can always get rid of you through ICE or other government agencies, deporting you as we discussed, to God knows where” “Look at it this way: you said that you are a good girl. Well the only way you will be a good girl from here on is to surrender to me and my needs. And when we are done, you probably won’t feel so pure or good anymore. You might feel quite dirty, but that’s only natural.”

“I’m gonna use you and make you see a part of yourself that you possibly didn’t know existed in you. I’ll call you names and say humiliating things, make you do humiliating acts until you realize how much you want that, always. I will not use a condom–if you become pregnant I know that you are Catholic so no abortion or anything, and you will carry the baby–it will be a highly marketable commodity to the Petrodollar crowd.

“So, in case you didn’t realize it, you are now my property, my sex slave. Your only concern is serving me well. We will live here and you will stay home most of the time, cleaning, watching videos and reading, but you will exercise daily so that you stay in shape. I love your pretty little body and your looks are just adorable; I don’t want you to change, so taking good care of yourself is important to both of us. At some point in the future, I may grant you more freedom like going out or going shopping with me, or to any number of restaurants, but that’s in the future. I may ever decide at some point to marry you so you can legally stay here ,and inherit when I die. That is all predicated on your pleasing me, understand?” She slowly nodded her head, and then repeated it.

“If you fuck with me, I have a good assortment of punishments–like a taser, a shock collar that you cannot remove, halluciagenics, intense humiliation abuse, takng away permanently your sight, voice or hearing, even physical modifictaion like amputating your arms and legs. Please, for God’s sake, don’t do anything stupid to test me on this. I absolutely do not want to do anything like that.”

“In the meantime I can have some fun. I can make you do things which amuse me and I can also make you agree to do anything, no matter how demeaning”.

“Here’s a little shot of some medication to soothe your nerves” It was of extra strength Filbanserin and some estrogen to peak her enjoyment. Or desperation, to be more honest.

****

“I am going to get rid of that unsightly bushy growth covering your cunt. I want to be able to see it clearly and know that in the future, you will always be smooth and very vulnerable there. Your other body hair is also going to go and stay smooth. I was thinking of shaving you entirely bald so that everytime you look at yourself you are reminded that you are not allowed any freedom, but I think your hair is particularly beautiful and is a definite asset to your attractiveness. If you act like an annoying bitch it’s going to smooth forever, completely and permanently bald, so think of that if you offer resistance”

“I’m going to remove your eye patches so you can see the progress of my removing all that unsightly bush”

I peeled off her eyepatches carefully one at a time and used a cloth to wipe the adhesive from around her eyes. She was blinking at the sudden light as she focused on me. Her deep brown eyes were stunning. She may have been terrified but her eyes looked like two hot lumps of lit charcoal, big and soulful as she blinked a lot looking at me, trying to make contact with mine. She blinked slowly and repeatedly like a cat telling you something and she was making little noises that came out as mews. I turned my attention to her furry bush. Scissors to snip off most of it—pulled the hair with a comb, then snipped it by the clump. I put all the clippings into a bowl. After I got the longest hair cut, I took out my electric clippers to reduce everything down to nubs. As I buzzed away the stray hairs, I lingered over her clit and she closed her eyes and tilted her head back–she was also moving her hips slightly forward. I was vibrating her towards orgasm. So that had to stop. As soon as I put the clippers down she made a series of short pathetic sounding protests.

****

I took a tube of shaving cream and worked it into her cunt and around her asshole. It was a self heating shave cream which must have felt really good, especially as I worked it in and out of her asshole and cunt, pushing my fingers in and spreading them so she was forced to open.wider. She was yet again moving her hips in time to my thrusting fingers and making those little animal noises, forgetting perhaps where she was but surrendering to the physical sensations. I slid the razor along her labia and around it, then took all the nubs off including the ones on her ass. I flicked the soapy bits into the bowl as I kept wiping the blade clean. She was actually sweating as well as pushing her hips forward to me as her cunt started to tighten and loosen in a clenching action, and the goo dripped out to lubricate her. Her clit was very swelled up as I peeled the hood back and flicked it with my finger tips. I decided to offer her something else.

“If I take off your gag, will you promise to be quiet and not to make any fuss? To ‘be a good girl:’, slut?” She shook her head up and down several times as she stared directly at me. I peeled the tape off and pulled out the handkerchief which was completely sodden with her spit. Saliva dripped freely over her lips and ran in a shiny path over her tits. Her lips looked so puffy and sexy–a perfect shape like a blooming flower, puffy and bow shaped. She licked out with her tongue to get some of the saliva out of the corners of her mouth. A nice rather long pink tongue in contrast to her darker tanned skin. She cleared her throat and said “Sir…I…I am still afraid, but I also have to say…I am…very excited. It’s wrong of me, but, well, I am so ready to show you what a good girl I can be…Please.. let me…”

“You still think that you are a ‘good girl’? Don’t you recognize that dirty need in you? You want to fuck just lake a bitch in heat, don’t you”?

“Mmmmmm…uh…yes. Yes I do”

“Tell me clearly what a demented little whore you really are. Drop that ‘good girl” shit and confess the real you.”

“I…I am a very dirty girl. My mind is full of visions. I have seen some pornographic videos–I had friends who did them for money. And I have also…I have also…read about some more. I am a guilty girl who uses her fingers often thinking about those things. I guess I’m not really good.”

“Go on.”

“I had a boy, a neighbor I knew back home who agreed to help me get over the border if I…if I..I sucked his penis well. I agreed to it. But…”

“But what?” “Some of his friends came in as though they were planning everything and pulled my shirt up over my eyes, they held me down and they all…they all…stuck their cocks in me. I have no idea how many and who did what as I fainted and couldn’t see anyway. But he did at least get me out of the country, so I did not complain. But…”

“Go on…” “But I also enjoyed it. I was dripping out of my asshole which was red and sore and out of my…vagina…which was no longer virginal and I was so surprised that I actually.. I actually…did enjoy some of it. I know I am going to hell for thinking that”

“You probably are. In fact you might be in hell now” Her mouth worked open and closed soundlessly and the tears welled up in her pretty eyes, and soon she was bawling away

I reached over and pulled her chin down , opening her mouth more “Here, eat this. Swallow all of it”.I picked up a tuft of her refuse of pubic hair. She tried to balk to close her mouth but I just said, “Do it or I will destroy your vocal cords, you will never be able to speak again. Eat this. It probably tastes like sweat, pee and semen. Yeah, I fucked you before when you were out cold. Now chew it down. Go on, swallow” She coughed and gagged, spitting some of it out. “Oh, is it too dry? Here, I’ll add some liquid” I poured in some 151 proof rum to get her even more disoriented, then took a short piss in the bowl. “Swallow it, you dirty, dirty little whore” I tipped the bowl to her lips and she was knocking it back, chewing some as the clumps disappeared bit by bit. It took a while but she got it all down. She had pubic hairs on her chin and down her neck. She had a truly wild look in her eyes. It was time for phase two.

I took her by the head, pulling her hair and shoved an inflatable rubber gag shaped like a long cock in her mouth. She was making indecipherable noises in protest but really couldn’t stop me. I buckled the strap around her head and started pumping it to full inflation. Soon her cheeks were bulging out like a chipmunk with an acorn in its cheeks” She looked desperate, more than usual, eyes wide staring at me.. I pulled out some fresh elastic eye patches and put her back into darkness.

“You are going to stay like this for a nice long while, maybe a couple of days until I get what I want from you. You have confessed to being a total slut. You liked it when I did things with your dirty little cunt, you told me a story of giving yourself over as some kind of whorish slut to the boys in your neighborhood who then raped you and you fucking lost your virginity, got fucked up your skany ass, and confessed how much you enjoyed it. This was all after you initially offered up your body if I let you go. You are truly a bad, bad girl. And now I want to see just how bad you can be. Here are the rules: I am going to tease your big old stiff clit like crazy. All the way to the very edge of an orgasm, and I will stop, only to let you cool down and then more of the same. Time after time, for hours or days you will be brought to the edge and then denied a climax. You won’t be able to guess what I am using or how long it will last, only that I am in complete control of you. No orgasm until I am satisfied.

“All your thoughts–all of them—will be focused on your throbbing,needly stiff clit and your need for release. That will be your entire universe. Nothing else will matter””Should tell you that you may feel a soft splat of my warm semen on you. I’ll need to cum even if you never do, ever again. If I jerk off on you, that’s not good for you, since it means I can be more patient driving you insane”

“I might take out your gag–only your gag–to hear what twisted insane shit you are willing to do if I let you have a much-needed orgasmic release. If I accept what you offer, you will know because I will give you the biggest most memorable orgasm in your life. I mean it. If I accept, you will get what you need. However, if I don’t like the offer, back in goes the gag and I keep driving you crazy. Eventually you may figure out what to offer, but be warned that if you fail me I will sew up your cunt with just a hose to allow you to pee, with your clit shut away in a metal cover bolted on and even a locking plug up your ass. I will only use your mouth for my pleasure, so not another orgasm for you. I’ll invite my friends over so you can get better and better at sucking cock, but your cunt is going to be a wet mess, even more so when you have your period and drip blood all over.”

I pushed her back and put a leather strap over her forehead to keep her in place. I took out a pair of special wire cages for her nipples. They were like wire cork holders found on a good Champagne bottle, except they could be crimped at the top to crush the tips of her nipples, and there were a dozen wire hooks at the bottom which could be pressed into her aureole and not be easily pulled off. I jammed them on each brown puffy nipple and watched some little drops of blood as her nipples were pulled impossibly far out. She tried to cry out, but there was virtually no sound. This was fun as I watched her straining again, trying vainly to get loose.

I switched on a loop of sloppy wet sex sound effects, moans of orgasmic women, dogs licking and panting, and sharp noises with a series of subconscious messages designed to reinforce her feelings of worthlessness and depravity, in Spanish to really worm their way into her head. She would hear nothing else. After that I took out my arsenal of toys. They were simple enough: a couple of different types of feathers, a velvet ribbon, a soft makeup brush, an intense clit vibrator made using a cordless toothbrush, a couple of rubber bands to snap on her and a thermos with ice chips inside.And of course there were my fingertips and my tongue.

On by one I used my toys to get her clit even stiffer and watch her desperate cunt clenching, toes crimping, fingers digging into her palms, a red flush on her face and neck, and the as she pushed powerfully forward keep contact with the cause of her torment I simply stopped. She was panting and her cunt was dripping wet, lips out like a gardenia bloom as I watched her painfully calming down. I liked this and she was driving me nuts myself so I climbed up, straddling her face and jerked off all over it so it dried like a crust on her cheeks and forehead. Again and again and again, over and over I tormented her. She was sweating like a real pig, her cunt was so musky smelling that I stopped using my tongue. She had passed gas and there had been a trickle of urine . I could see she was crying and flailing around as much as she could with each successive denial, her hair hanging in tendrils down like a dead inky squid.

An hour had passed so I decided it was time to give her a chance. I deflated the gag and pulled it out but left it strapped behind her head so I could push it back in. She ejected a lot of saliva and coughed. “I..will..do…whatever you want…anything…but please let me cum…please” This was pathetic. That was no real offer since I was already doing “whatever I wanted” with her, and she had no choice anyway. I spit into her mouth and shoved the rubber gag back in , pumping it up to fill her up.

Another hour of the same and I gave her a second chance after nearly countless ruined denied orgasms. Again. I took it out and this time she went further: “I will be your prostitute, I will make you money and you can rent me out to all the men or women that you know. Make more money by filmimg me fucking all of them. Please. People will want to see me fuck like that and I will earn you all the money I can” I liked it but it wasn’t really all that kinky or taboo enough. So I gagged her again and went back to work.

It was getting late and she was a total mess, a frustrated insane bitch who was clearly gonna lose her mind unless I either stopped or let her cum. I decided to use a Lush vibe I bought set up with a timer. Every 5 minutes it would go on, giving her cunt deep vibrations and then stop at random, stay off and then spring to life. So she was set up on a time-activated vibe to edge her and I could go into the other room or relax.watching her go ape. I decided to try a VR goggle set up. I peeled off the headphones, put the goggle headset on her, stuck the earbuds taped in place and peeled off her eye patches, quickly covering her with the VR headset. I had set up a loop of continued messages to demean and mock her,some random sex sound effects, but this time mostly the sounds and dialogue of whatever video she watched so she could be completely immersed.

I made her watch violent rape porn (with the message “You love this, you really need it. You told me so. Whore”), some lesbian rough bondage,.some videos of former girlfriends as well as a series of still shots with the message “This is what sexy looks like. Good, juicy. obedient fucks Do you honestly think you can ever measure up, dirty slut? You are not fit to lick the shit out of their beautiful asses.” And lastly, the majority were Bestiality videos–being forced to fuck and suck dogs and ponies, as well as hungry Latinas, Brazilians as well as Dutch, Polish, French and Russians being over the top horny for beast cocks, the Japanese being some of the most explicit (it’s against their censors to show a vagina or an un-blurred man’s dick but perfectly alright to show girls dressed as “students” hungrily sucking off even several dog cocks at the same time. Go figure)

I was trying to get the message home to her. She surely wasn’t stupid and she’d get it pretty soon. While I had intended to just go to sleep, I gave her a shot of some amphetamine to keep her wide awake and on edge. I just went into the other room to check on the news, see if anyone called and have some ramen noodles. Yes, the response team supervisor had called twice with different assignments we were to visit. I called him back and left a voicemail explaining how I was having a strong adverse reaction from the anti-PTSD meds I was on, from the heat, and needed to take some time off. I’m sure they were ok with that. I’d plan to have a longer talk with them later and quit, with regrets. I checked the news and it was record breaking heat. I was glad that I had sprung for a/c units in each of the major rooms.

I went to check on her. More urine had trickled out causing a small puddle. She looked strained and sore, the muscles on her limbs and neck bulged , but her head was just nodding up and down like a puppet but constrained by the strap on her forehead. Her cunt was wide open. It looked like it would never close again. Her clit was deep red and protruding like a boy’s little erection. She really smelled musky. I started to worry about losing her. Having a demented catatonic idiot however nymphomaniacal their needs was not a fun option. If she actually lost her beans I’d have to return her to captivity and let them dispose of her. Not at all my desired end.

So I deflated the rubber dildo gag and went to pull it out. This time, saying nothing, she continued to suck lasciviously on it as I pulled it out. Her tongue was out and she was licking the air searching for the black rubber dildo. When she realized it was out of reach she opened her mouth wide like a little bird waiting for something else to suck on. It was amazing looking but I worried I’d gone too far.

Then her voice; an octave lower than before. “When can I serve a dog master? His huge cock. inside me, licking sucking his big furry balls as he pounds his big red cock into my whorish kennel slut throat. Dog after dog. Cage after cage to keep them all happy? My vile wet cunt needs dog cum. I need to taste it. Please, please let me. I will be your kennel bitch. Invite all your beautiful lovers over to watch me and laugh. Shave me bald so I can’t get fleas, Rent my depraved slut ass to clubs and parties so I can be a cum sponge. Rent me to a kennel so I can be the toy of all the animals there. Please please please.I don’t deserve men’s cocks and I’m only fit to be a bitch”

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