Author's Note: A rather extreme and unrealisic fantasy, inspired by several of Thdrshark's stories.


Eight thousand dollars and a bit of time got me a dodgy surgeon. Her operation went smoothly and I insisted that the good doctor stay behind for a few days just in case of infections. Thankfully there were none, and I woke my pet from her coma on her birthday.

Pet was strapped down to a table, a dozen leather belts secured her arms to her sides and bonded her legs together. As I unwrapped the gauze covering her fist, Pet begun to cry. She stared at her hands, but only saw short stumps protruding from her palms. I had the first two sections of her fingers and her thumb tips surgically removed, only five little nubs remain. She's also been sterilised, although that part now seemed unnecessary. She will be denied of orgasms for the next few years, and perhaps even her whole life.

Pet was once a girl called Jessica Mattis, her parents had died in a traffic accident and she was raised by her relatives. Her new parents appeared to be harmless and caring, but six years later, they sold Jessica to me for a hefty sum of 200,000 US dollars. Jessica probably knew it was unusually for her to be home-schooled, and she probably also knew it was unusual for her stepmother to keep two dildos locked inside her all night long. The McRobert couples begun training Jessica as a sex slave shortly after her puberty. Unlike most young ladies, Jessica found herself restrained by bondage equipment on a daily basis, she never had a chance to explore herself quietly in bed. Instead, she was forced to practice her skills on a variety of dildos. Her step-parents familiarized her with oral, vaginal and anal sex, and they watched Jessica perform handjobs and footjobs on faux cocks. The first few month after Jessica was sold to me was somewhat awkward, although something resembling Stockholm syndrome settled in quickly.

I addressed Jessica as 'Pet', and her modifications begun a few days after her arrival. Every morning I injected a large bag of saline into both of Pet's breasts, muffled screams escaped her gag as her breasts slowly expanded. Most of the saline would be absorbed back into her body after each day, but three months of continuous injections and hormonal modification had its effects. Pet's ordinary 32B breasts soon became 38E, they looked disproportional on her slim body. Her new breasts, along with her nose was pierced. Thick rod piercings penetrated through the base of her nipples, and a hole has been punched through her nose cartilage to accommodate for a large septum ring.

Now that Pet's physical appearance has been altered, I began my plan to transform her psyche as well. 'I'm going to bury you alive for a year.' I spoke as a matter of factly, I see signs of protest in her eyes, but the years of submission and her step-parent's intention to train her as a slave has diminished much of her will to resist. I carried Pet to my cellar, which had been converted to a dungeon.

The first thing I did was attach a dozen of electrodes over Pet's body, these would serve to both punish her and keep her muscles stimulated during her months long mummification. The latex bodysuit I ordered for Pet looked was quite thick, but it was two size too small and I knew it would stretch over her body. I struggled but eventually pulled Pet into the suit, the smooth latex clung to her ass with painful tightness. Her crotch, including her asshole would remain uncovered for her catheters. Thin bands of latex encircled the base of Pet's breasts and forced them outwards. The hands of the suit have been altered to fit Pet's fingerless palms. As I taped the small zipper on the back of the suit shut, Pet curiously explored her new body. She felt an incredible force compressing her body from every direction, her second skin was perfectly smooth.

Next, I prepared Pet's head. I braided her hair into a tight ponytail, then fitted small tubes down her nostril to ensure her breathing. A leather hood, with holes for her ponytail and her mouth, covered Pet's head. I tightened a series of straps around the hood and soon Pet was crying over the painful compression, her tears were silent, absorbed by the thick leather now blinding her. A corset pushed Pet's waist from 25 inches to 21 inches, I wasn't too interested in extreme corseting, but 21 inches would leave Pet with some breathing difficulties, and that thought aroused me greatly. I slid a pair of ballet shoes over Pet's feet, these ankle length creations held her feet in a torturous en-pointe position. After lacing up the shoes, Pet's legs were covered with electrical tape from her toes to her knee, ensuring that the ballet shoes will never loosen.

The second suit was a thicker, black rubber bodysuit. The suit is designed for Pet's current 38E-21-36 body and it clung tightly to Pet's skin just like the first suit. I paused for a moment and admired Pet's restricted breasts, the enormous rubber-wrapped bulges looked out of place on Pet's slim torso, 45 kg certainly wasn't much on her 5'9 body. Pet could feel two tubes inserted deep into her private parts, followed by a massive anal plug that doubled as a catheter. She knew only her asshole would be stimulated, the tubes inside her vagina was only to relieve her piss. The next tube went down her throat, despite her oral training she gagged violently at the intimidating feeding tube, it passed through her ring gag and pushed through her throat. Pet came to the realisation that she has no control of what went into her stomach. I covered Pet's new form in duct tape as she struggled to inhale through her tiny breathing tubes. Every square millimetre of her slim body was wrapped in latex, rubber and several layers of tape, the blind, deaf and mute girl inside her cocoon didn't struggle, she knew it was pointless.

More loops of duct tape covered Pet's legs and secured them into a frogtie, her arms have been bonded into a reverse prayer with the tape as well. She was flexible enough to have her elbows touching after I fused her forearms together behind her back. Left in this hogtie, I plugged in the various tubes leading out of her body, and switched on the earphones taped inside Pet's hood. 'Pet, be a good girl and I'll see you in a year's time, enjoy your first meal! It's oat porridge mixed with bull semen.' Pet trembled inside her latex cocoon, she could feel some sticky liquid flow past her throat and into her stomach, 'Surely this can't be cum!'

Pet, now trapped in darkness and silence, was told that she would be fed once a day, but that was a lie. I programmed the feeding mechanising to operate four times a day, and she would have no outside indication of time. I planned to keep Pet in her motionless state for three month, which would feel like one whole year for the girl encased in the layers of tape, rubber and latex. The earphones inside Pet's hood also played subtle noises and messages, and they slowly erased what was left of Jessica Mattis. By the second week, I had begun to miss Pet. I guessed that the structure of her body is beginning to change slowly by now, her waist gradually adapted a 21-inch circumference, her arms became more flexible and mouldable as each day passed while they were locked in the severe reverse prayer. Pet's ballet shoes had forced her feet into en-pointe positions without any room for movement, and only a thin layer of silk stocking stood between the rigid shoes and her feet. Pet's ligaments around her calf and ankles changed shape, soon enough she would be unable to walk on her feet.

I went online to look for another submissive woman while Pet lied inside her cocoon, hopefully one as a long-term girlfriend. The fact that I had a 'permanent slave' amazed a lot of people, but I had to be careful to avoid attracting attention of the authorities. Eventually I started seeing a beautiful submissive. Diana had just finished college and was exploring her kinky side on bondage dating websites, her heritage was part Chinese, part Scottish. She did not look as spectacular as Pet, but her cute complexion and fit body still made her quite desirable. I had worried about Diana's reaction to seeing a brainwashed girl held as a slave, but she never questioned the non-consensual aspect of it.

Pet was in her last week of mummification when I brought Diana home. My house was nothing to be amazed at, but the dungeon converted from the house cellar was another story. Diana felt wet from seeing all the BDSM toys inside the small but well equipped dungeon, but the thing placed on a table in the centre of the room commanded most her attention. A pile of rubber and duct tape in the shape of a hogtied girl was connected to several tubes and machines, Diana moved closer, she could see that Pet's arms have been folded and flattered into a reverse prayer that was painful even to look at, it was tucked neatly behind her back. 'So, this is your pet that you've talked about, how long has she been trapped like this.' Diana was breathless, the objectifying and humiliating aspect of Pet's restraints felt so sexy. 'She's been there for two months now, and we'll remove her in about a month.'

Pet had lost count of the days she spent in her cocoon as the electrodes glued to her skin kicked in again, she tried to cry but after so many days she couldn't find any strength to shed tears. By now her en-pointe foot and her folded arms have stopped cramping, and the feeding tube felt like an integral part of her body. While Pet was electrocuted and force fed, her master and Diana dined out. Dinner for Diana and I was fantastic, but I paid little attention to the food, I was too damn excited over my finding of a submissive girlfriend. Pet will always be my plaything, but that's all she will be. Pet can't be a partner, she won't even be allowed to have vaginal sex. Diana on the other hand, is a woman who I can live together with, and for Pet, another person to serve.

I insisted Diana to move in before I loosen Pet from her mummification, Pet had been deaf, blind and immobile for more than three months now, without any indication of time it must felt like years for her. Diana wore only her stocking and her heels once we were inside the house. For Diana, these were fashion statements, but for Pet, High heels and ballet heels had become a necessity. Three month locked in her en-pointe boots distorted the shape of Pet's ankles.

Diana and I gently peeled off the layers of tape covering Pet. Next, I removed her feeding tube and catheter. Pet felt the tube yanked out of her ass, and her asshole could tighten for the first time in three months. Peeling off the zippers on the first rubber suit, Diana massaged Pet's numb and powerless arms. Pet's muscles have weakened despite electrical stimulation, her arms have become so easily mouldable and manipulated. She saw a stranger, a slightly older woman who helped master carry her limp body to the bathroom. Pet breathed a sigh of relief and master removed her corset and at last the transparent latex bodysuit. The amount of dead skin and grime trapped under Pet's bodysuit was awful.

Fortunately, my bathtub was quite spacious, so Diana and I cleaned Pet together. The filth covering Pet fell away to reveal her pale skin. 'She hasn't see the sun in months, poor girl.' I introduced Pet to Diana, and I could tell she wasn't very keen to meet her. Pet had no lesbian tendencies whatsoever, but that didn't stop Diana from kissing touching Pet. 'Remember, don't touch her pussy.' I reminded Diana as she forcefully sucked on Pet's nipples. 'Pet!' I grabbed a handful of Pet's hair as she splashed in discomfort, 'This is master's girlfriend, be a good girl and do everything as she says.' Pet obeyed meekly, and I watched as Diana shoved Pet's head in between her legs. She wrapped her thighs around Pet's cheeks, pushing Pet's face into her pussy, and Pet reluctantly brought Diana to orgasm.

Diana has always slightly on the submissive side, but she was bisexual and she treated Pet as her sex slave too. Her position in the household was in the middle, she still took orders from me and called me 'sir. Unfortunately for Pet, she now has to suffer at the hands of both of her owners. Diana purchased a set of kitten play gears and transformed Pet from a girl to something resembling a feline creature. A custom-made chastity belt, with 'naughty Pet' engraved around the band was the one piece of bondage gear wore almost 24/7 by Pet. It covered Pet's pussy behind two layers of steel, yet exposed her asshole for both Diana and I to use. Pet's body harness felt equally unbearable. The harness was a mass of leather straps that encircled her torso, it also strapped her ankle and calf to her thighs, locking Pet into a near-constant frogtie and forced her to move on her knees. She wore kitten ears and a tailplug that filled her asshole throughout the day. Pet hated anal penetration just as much as she did in her earlier years, but her pussy was locked away and the only time she felt any stimulation was through anal sex.

Pet's life became a constant suffering of pain, kitten play and anal fucking. I rationed myself to penetrate her vagina only once a month and she was always sedated during that experience. She was eager to offer her owners oral or footjobs, most likely as an attempt to avoid anal sex. The weight of orgasm denial became crushing, for Pet it felt like her pussy is slowly disappearing for this world. Diana and I often fucked in front of Pet, and she would claw at her chastity belt with her fingerless hands in desperation while Diana moaned from the orgasms I provided once per week. At night, Pet wore a custom made armbinder that gave her an armless appearance. Then she is folded into a cage less than a cubic metre in size, inside the cage was the only time Pet is allowed out of her chastity belt. Diana and I would watch as Pet, hogtied in her cage, tries to rub her sensitive pussy against the carpet in frustration.

Pet's orgasm denial was accompanied by teasing and edging on a daily basis. Diana and I became very good at keeping Pet on the edge of an orgasm, only to ruin her orgasm or lock her back into the chastity belt hours later. Sometimes I would lock a remote-controlled vibrator inside Pet's chastity belt, Pet's pussy was so desperate from the years of denial that she would cum even on the lowest setting, but the vibrator would never be turned on for more than minute. This method kept Pet horny and frustrated for hours on end, and sometimes I wondered if it drove Pet insane.

Diana had become increasingly sadistic towards Pet and she made sure Pet was watching her with desperation and jealousy whenever I fucked her. She fell in love with her strap-on dildos, which she wore constantly. Diana would press Pet's chest onto the floor then thrusted harshly in between Pet's folded legs, Pet's nipple piercings were twisted viciously during this process. With her small corset, large ballgag and sometimes an extremely rigid posture collar, only Pet's wheezing breathe could be heard as the dildo invaded Pet's rear. The 10 inches of rubber pumping in and out of Pet's ass was a sight that never failed to amaze Diana. The dildo, still covered in Pet's shit, would then enter Pet's throat after fucking her ass. Her ring gag allowed for unrestricted access and soon Pet familiarized herself with the taste of her own ass.

I proposed to Diana two years after we first met; her parents would never realise that I whipped their daughter every night while she fucked Pet's ass with a double dildo. Our friends would also would never know of the girl we kept as a sex toy, who moved into her second year without an orgasm. Pet had forgotten what it's like to be cumming over a cock, but the feeling of emptiness still tortured her. Her labia have shrunken in size due to the lack of stimulation, and Pet's pussy now appears to be nothing more than a tiny slit between her legs. The few people who knew what Pet truly has become are the kinky folks we meet at bondage parties.

It was hardly surprising that everyone attending such parties loved to use Pet. She was placed in some exotic and extremely punishing restraints. Pet's arms were folded into reverse prayers as usual, and a thick latex bodysuit, custom made and without arms, covered her body. Underneath the suit are a dozen electrodes designed to zap every part of her body at a random interval. By now Pet had learned to walk on her toes even in ballot boots that didn't have heels, though this was still a painful and slow process. A full-length leather corset, one that barely contained her 38E breasts, maintained her waist at 20 inches. Her face was obscured by a featureless leather hood that only left a hole for her mouth, which was wedged open by a ring gag. Pet's kitten ears and tail was also mounted, her tail this time was simply attached to her corset, leaving her ass unobstructed for use.

Pet stood at an impressive 6 feet tall as she balanced precariously on her toes, with her arms tucked behind her back she had no choice but to thrust her breasts outwards. I invited everybody, including other slaves, to use her mouth and ass, and the guests were happy to oblige. A male slave, who hadn't felt a pussy in a year's time, fucked Pet's ass desperately as he was momentarily freed from his chastity by his mistress. Before Pet had a chance to catch her breath, another mistress rammed a 10-inch strap-on into her as Pet begun sucking my cock. Pet couldn't scream through her ring gag and my cock, but I heard Pet's inhaling and exhaling rapidly through her tiny breathing tubes. Unlike Pet, Diana's holes were no-go zones for other guest, though her chastity belt always held a dildo in each hole on these occasions to keep her desperately horny.

I had a lot of fun with the other slave girls, most of whom were allowed to be fucked in both holes. The night was a lot less fun for Pet, her ass was fucked countless times by both strap-on cocks and real ones. Diana also forced nearly all 12 inches of a dildo down Pet's throat, I was certain that Pet broke some kind of record there.

I packed Pet's exhausted body into a snug straitjacket as we drove home from the bondage party. Once home, Diana removed and cleaned Pet's sweaty bodysuits while I placed her back into her cage. By now I had integrated a fuck machine onto the small cage. Bounded in a strict hogtie, Pet only had millimeters of spare room to move about in the cage. The fucking machine, positioned atop of Pet's frogtied legs, constantly pumped a sizable dildo in and out of Pet's ass. Every night from 10 to 12 pm, Pet endured the relentless anal penetration inside her steel coffin. She always tried to escape this fate, but the three sides of the cage pressed against her forehead and her shouldered denied it.

Diana had just emerged from shower, her dark hair matted to her back and her glistening skin glowed like a magnet. 'Sweetheart, did you enjoy tonight?' I playfully pulled her hair, 'Yes sir, I sure did. Why don't you fuck me, right in front of Pet's cage now?' Diana was a sadistic bitch, she wanted Pet to see what it's like to be fucked in her vagina. 'You're so cruel towards Pet you know, sometimes I fear that you'll hurt her.' Diana slipped into a set of lingerie, a mix of blue and black satin with a pair of silk stocking to wrap up her gorgeous legs. Diana stretched out her legs and placed the sole of her stockinged feet on either side of my rigid cock. She gently wrapped her toes around me and soon the silky material begun sliding up and down my cock, her big toes laid on my tip and her four little toes gripped my foreskin gently. The thin, white material felt so soothing on my sensitive foreskin, and soon her stocking became sticky and warm by the drops of my precum. I closed my eyes and felt the wet stocking clung around my cock. Diana stopped at the edge of my climax, then she mounted herself on top of me.

'Baby, let me rest for a second.' Diana had drove me very close to orgasm and we waited for the excitement in my penis to subside. Then she began shifting her hips up and down my cock expertly. I tried my hardest to be resilient as Diana's pussy, slick with her juice, thrusted back and forth. Diana's pace slowed as she climaxed, her torso seemed to twitch and spasm violently, she made a heavenly noise that sounded like a mix of hissing and screaming. I took over and thrusted in Diana, and I came moments later too. 'Good timing babe', Diana was out of breath, her crotch, the top of her suspender belt as well as her stockings were stained with our body fluids.

I stroked Pet's face through the steel bars of her cage. 'Maybe one day, master will make you cum too, maybe in two or three years' time.' Pet did not react at all, I wonder if she has forgotten how to speak English. Although that didn't matter anyways, anymore.