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Time stood still for Stella. She couldn’t see anything except a dim hallway through the door of her cell. Occasionally, she’d hear footsteps, moans, or even whines in the distance, but it was pure isolation.

At one point the footsteps grew and she became hopeful, but instead of coming to release her, a man led a different slave down the hall to a separate cell. She knew she wasn’t there alone, but the thought had never crossed her mind that there were men in her position.

The slave being led was a smaller guy, probably 5’4” and hooded like she was. His ass was a similar shade of red, but his cock was locked tightly in a metal chastity cage. She didn’t get more than a moment's glimpse as he walked past, but it was enough to keep her mind going.

Finally, Stella’s need to relieve herself grew. She had been so distracted all day, the thought of basic human functions wasn’t even on her mind. She slowly approached the metal bucket to inspect it.

She looked inside and it was certainly empty, but definitely had the lingering scent of a toilet. She tried not to think about it though and slowly lowered herself onto it in shame. After a minute or two, she finally was able to piss, relieving her bladder after a long day or training. Without toilet paper, she did her best to shake it off and laid back down on the floor.

It was a long night for Stella. Between the confusion of her predicament, and the cold concrete floor, she didn’t get much rest. She tossed and turned, wondering what her next day would entail. All she could think about was how horrified her family would be if they could see her now.

After hours of drifting in and out of exhaustion, morning finally came. A loud buzz went off and the lights in the hallway grew. Footsteps could be heard coming slowly down the hall and Stella sat up waiting patiently.

A man appeared in front of her door holding a bucket with a ladle. He reached in and dumped a scoop of food into her metal dog bowl. Then he turned back to his cart and grabbed another item, smiling at Stella in the process.

“I’m told you earned a treat with your breakfast,” he said. As Stella looked closer, she quickly realized what he meant.

He was holding the cup that Sir Jackson had cum into the previous day and was slowly pouring its contents on top of her breakfast. Stella’s stomach turned at the thought of eating this random man's semen, especially in such a degrading fashion.

The man with the food must have sensed her hesitation because he leaned back in, “A word of advice, you’ll want to finish everything in that bowl or you’ll regret it.”

Stella was shocked at this. The man moved onto the next cell and she slowly looked back at the bowl. It was some sort of off white liquid paste, almost masking the cum floating on top. The meal was clearly not designed with taste or texture in mind, but protein, nutrients, and to be accented by whatever bodily fluid they decided to add.

Stella leaned in and began lapping up the mixture. The food itself was bland and flavorless, but every once in a while, she could taste the strong flavor of Sir Jackson’s cum mixed in.

She struggled to finish but eventually got it all down. She sat back on the bucket and again relieved herself before kneeling in the back to await whatever bizarre training was next.

Several minutes went by before Sir Jackson finally appeared at her cell door, “Good morning #3571, did you enjoy your meal?”

“Yes sir,” she quietly spoke, “thank you for the treat.”

“Good girl,” he smiled as he unlocked the door and ushered her over to place the hood on again.

She was plunged into darkness and stood up, being directed down the hallway back towards the room she had been trained in previously.

This time, Stella was led over to the table and placed on her back. Her arms were tightly restrained down and her legs were connected to posts on each side to help keep her ass up and exposed.

Sir Jackson removed the hood from her head and Stella quickly realized despite laying on her back, this position wasn’t going to be easy. Her head was hanging off the edge of the table, keeping her in a slight state of dizziness and unable to focus on much at all.

After a few minutes of waiting in this position while Sir Jackson checked her restraints again, Miss Caroline appeared in her line of sight.

“Welcome back #3571,” she said, “I look forward to continuing your training today.”

As she continued, Sir Jackson rolled over a cart towards each side of her, but due to the upside down position, it was hard to make out the items.

“This machine here is similar to a fucking machine, it will work the dildo into your throat at various speeds and depths. However, now that the gag is no longer present, it will also measure any resistance or pressure if you attempt to bite down.”

Stella was intrigued but already worried about this next assignment. Sir Jackson began positioning the machine at her mouth while Miss Caroline continued.

“Now, if you reject or bite the machine, it will deliver a shock to you of increasing intensity. Where might you ask? Well, that’s what these wireless nipple clamps are for.”

Stella was beyond confused now, she’d never used nipple clamps, much less thought of electricity as sexual. Before she could think however, Miss Caroline began rubbing her nipples and attaching the clamps to each.

They were tight and bit into Stella’s sensitive flesh, but she managed to contain her discomfort out of fear there’d be even worse repercussions.

The dildo began. It pumped its way in and out of her throat and increased quite quickly. Stella had just learned how to use her throat the previous afternoon, so now waking up to a deep throat fucking was beyond uncomfortable to her.

She tried her hardest, but within a minute accidentally gagged on the machine. The second she did so, a beep let out and her nipples were shocked. Stella buckled in pain and shock from the electricity straight to her sensitive breasts.

Without hesitation of course, the machine continued and began working its way into her mouth and throat even faster, clearly trying to egg her on.

The beeps would come every time Stella messed up and continued to do so multiple times over the next hour. Her throat and jaw were soar, making it even more challenging. However, the more she lost to the machine, the more the pain in her nipples would grow.

Finally, the machine slowed at the 60 minute mark and it was withdrawn from her mouth. Stella was gasping for air as the saliva ran down her face, completely degrading her.

“Well Sir Jackson,” Miss Caroline said, “looks like this one is learning a bit slower today, though that’s not uncommon for Day 2, at least she’s excited.”

As she said that, the two began pointing at Stella's pussy and chuckled. Stella had been so distracted by the intrusion in her throat, she didn’t even realize how wet it was making her pussy.

They leaned in, examining Stella’s tight young pussy, free from any previous use. They could tell she wanted nothing more than to rub her clit and get some pleasure from this entire predicament, but little did she know that was far from their intentions.

“Miss Caroline, this one here had 24 failures. Pathetic. I believe it’s 1 hour of uninterrupted use, correct?” Sir Jackson spoke up as he repositioned the machine into Stella’s mouth.

“That’s correct, #3571, every time you mess up, the timer will reset,” Miss Caroline said.

Stella was horrified, she had already had her nipples shocked 24 times in the last hour, and now she was finding out she had to go 60 minutes from the most recent one. Before she could even hesitate or think, the machine ramped up again, abusing her throat while she squirmed and tried to relax.

As the next shock was delivered, she quickly realized it was going to be a long day.

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