I hope you enjoy, this is a translated story, as my main language is pt-br, despite my fluent english I did not had the time to translate all that I have written. So please take that in consideration on your feedbacks and comments. I have done my best to review the translation in order to avoid any grotesque errors. Enjoy, this is a 7 part story

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The Day 2

The next morning, she woke up before dawn, the first rays of light filtering through the heavy curtains. Everything that had happened seemed like a dream—or a nightmare—and as she oriented herself, she realized it was all real. Before she could fully process her thoughts, a medium-height woman with an athletic build barged into her room, the only one in the house without doors.

“Get up!” she ordered, her voice leaving no room for objection.

The woman was her new personal trainer, an intimidating figure standing approximately 5'8 tall, with short, vibrantly colored blue hair framing her angular face. The electric hue enhanced her features, while her large rectangular glasses gave her an even sterner appearance. Her perpetually grumpy expression was almost a signature—a constant look of disdain, as if the world around her was a constant bother.

She was her new personal trainer, assigned to put her body through a new routine of intense exercises. Dayana was a woman who, although more active in the past, now found herself slightly out of shape and with a few extra pounds, a result of years dedicated solely to her son and household responsibilities. She had curves that betrayed the time spent away from an exercise routine but still carried a natural beauty that didn’t go unnoticed. Her medium-to-large breasts, firm enough to attract attention even under her more discreet clothing, and her rounded, generous buttocks were among the most striking parts of her body. Though dissatisfied with her current appearance, there was an undeniable femininity in her features and a charm that hadn't faded, even with the exhaustion of a life dedicated to other priorities.

With a heavy sigh, she got out of bed and put on the tight gym clothes left for her, feeling the suffocating sensation of the fabric accentuating every curve of her body. Since she had no underwear, the seams of the pants rubbed directly against her sex, bringing constant discomfort and a near-excitation, as if the clothes had been made for that purpose.

For the two hours they spent together, the exercises were brutal. Squats, planks, intense running in the yard... But the real torment wasn’t in the burning muscles, but in the way the trainer watched her.

“You’re nothing but lazy,” she whispered in her ear while she sweated and panted, nearly collapsing. The tone was always mixed with sharp disdain, as if dealing with something less than human.

Behind this discipline, there were second intentions. For every exercise completed, the reward was a drop of pleasure — a fleeting touch, a caress to her sex, where her pussy was already getting wet, always on the verge of making her want more. The game was clear: keep her always excited, even when she failed in the exercises. Her nipples would be firmly pinched, extracting painful moans or hard slaps on her butt. Dayana was at the mercy of it, unable to decide whether she hated or craved those provocative touches and punishments.

After the exhausting morning session with the personal trainer, Dayana dragged herself back into the house, her body still trembling from the intensity of the exercises. The shower of relentless commands and the psychological pressure from the woman with the colored hair still echoed in her mind. Even so, she tried to compose herself quickly for the next moment of the day — breakfast with her son before school.

In the kitchen, the environment contrasted entirely with what she had just experienced. There, her son, Nick, was radiantly happy, his light laughter filling the space, making Dayana smile. The table was covered with treats and delicious dishes. Nick, still in his superhero-printed pajamas, was eating buttery cookies.

— “Mom!” Nick shouted when he saw her enter, with a sparkle in his eyes that Dayana hadn’t seen in a long time. He ran to hug her, his small arms squeezing her tightly. She tried to smile, ignoring the muscle pain that still throbbed from her forced workout.

— “You took so long, Mom!” he complained, full of energy. “Aunt Anna made a bunch of yummy things for us!”

Dayana looked at the table full of dishes she would never have had time to prepare. The blonde, Anna, simply greeted her with a haughty look and a slightly sarcastic smile.

— “I hope you had a good morning, Dayana,” she said, with that sweet tone hiding a touch of irony.

Dayana felt the knot in her stomach tighten as she watched her son devour the pancakes with chocolate sauce and fresh juice. As he laughed and animatedly told his mother about how the previous day had been at school and in judo class, and that today he was going swimming, the situation made her feel even more trapped.When Dayana finally sat at the table, the blonde - now revealed as Anna - approached with a look of contempt.

Carrying a bowl that exuded a tasteless smell, Anna placed it in front of Dayana with a smile full of malice.

“Here’s your breakfast!” Anna announced, the mockery dripping from every word, as she pushed the container towards Dayana.

The contrast couldn’t be more cruel: while Nick enjoyed a feast-worthy meal of soft pancakes and colorful fruits, Dayana’s breakfast was a pasty, grey porridge, reminiscent of cement in texture and taste. Dayana looked at the contents of the bowl with a look of disgust. The porridge had the consistency of poorly mixed concrete, and the first taste that hit her tongue was an unpleasant mixture of damp cardboard and something undefinable, almost chemical. She made an effort to swallow, but each spoonful was a test of her willpower. Anna watched her every move, her eyes sparkling with a perverse satisfaction.

“Come on, don’t be ungrateful. You need energy for your day,” Anna teased, crossing her arms as she watched Dayana struggle to swallow the inedible porridge. The bitter taste and the coarse grain of the food scraped at Dayana’s throat with each forced swallow, leaving her feeling nauseous. Nick, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the humiliation his mother faced just a short distance away, too enchanted by the attention and the feast that had been served to him. He laughed cheerfully between bites, while Dayana, her face flushed with shame and anger, tried to finish her bowl under the merciless gaze of the blonde. After finishing her inedible porridge, Dayana was served a glass of milk by Anna. Meanwhile, the man who had taken her from herself entered the kitchen. When she came face to face with Him, Dayana shivered all over, and lowered her head in His presence, so that their eyes did not meet. In an almost desperate gesture, Dayana turned to Anna, with a pleading look:

“I… I’m going to take a shower and I’ll be back soon,” Dayana murmured, her voice almost faltering. Anna just nodded, her smile now a little broader, as if she were enjoying Dayana’s evident discomfort. She didn’t want to be in the same room as Him. As she walked away, a wave of frustration and helplessness washed over her. Seeing her son so happy in Anna’s company made her question everything, but at the same time, she felt suffocated by the invisible threat that hung over her freedom. In the bathroom, Dayana let herself slide down the wall, feeling the tears burn in her eyes. She had to think of a way to get out of that situation, but at the same time, Nick’s well-being was the heaviest chain that kept her there. After the exhausting training and breakfast, Dayana lost herself in thoughts as the hot water fell on her body. During the shower, she began to formulate an escape plan while her mind was divided; on the one hand, the prospect of freedom seemed more and more tempting, but on the other hand, she knew that any failed attempt would lead to consequences, but she didn’t want to stay there for another day. Meanwhile, someone enters the bathroom leaving a towel and the clothes she should wear for the day along with a note that said “-Wear this!” After the shower, feeling sore muscles and a bruised ego after the brutal encounter with the coach, she quickly gets ready when she realizes she is being waited for. The dress Dayana was wearing was a summer model, made of light and flowing fabric, which moved gently with each step she took. It was a little above the knees, leaving her legs subtly exposed, but not vulgar. The color was a delicate pastel tone, which contrasted gently with her skin. The neckline was in a “V”, not so deep, but enough to highlight her breasts, giving them a volume that attracted discreet looks. The straps were thin, leaving her shoulders exposed, while the top of the dress fit slightly to the torso before falling loose from the waist, giving her a graceful silhouette. Despite being a bit out of shape, the dress subtly hugged her curves, highlighting her rounded butt without being too tight. As she moved, the fabric swayed gently, highlighting the contrast between her fuller thighs and the looser part of the dress, which floated around her and was transparent enough to notice that she wasn’t wearing panties. Upon returning to the room, an opportunity arose, almost as if it were an unexpected gift from fate, like a small crack of light in a long tunnel of darkness. Dayana discreetly observed as Anna and the driver were distracted by their morning routines. There was a rare moment when everyone was busy with other tasks, the front door and the front gate were open, waiting for the driver who would take Nick to school. Her heart raced with the idea that she had been nurturing since she arrived there: to escape. In that moment, a plan emerged in her mind. Taking advantage of Nick’s excitement with the idea of going to school, she called him for a “special game”. “Let’s play a new game, sweetheart. You and mommy are going to have an incredible adventure in the forest!” she whispered to him, trying to keep the tone excited and convincing, as if it were just an innocent game. Nick looked at her with curious eyes, a mix of hesitation and excitement. Without giving him much time to think, Dayana took his little hand and, with a quick look back, crossed the gate. They began to walk quickly through the property’s garden until they disappeared through the door and reached the edge of the forest that surrounded the place.

The plan was simple, almost desperate: to cross the forest and reach the road that could be heard from the house, where she could ask for help. She knew that if they could reach the road, there would be a chance to find someone who could help them.Dayana’s steps were fast, but the rough terrain made walking difficult. The light dress she was wearing caught on branches and bushes, starting to tear, but she didn’t care - her mind was focused only on one thing: escaping. She encouraged Nick to keep going, turning the frantic pace into a “fun run”, as if it were a great adventure. He laughed, thinking it was just a game with his mother.However, as they advanced, his voice began to betray a growing hesitation.

“Mommy, aren’t we going to school?” he asked, stopping suddenly, pulling her hand with the innocent strength of a child who doesn’t understand the gravity of the situation. Dayana stopped for a second, squatting down to his height. “It’s going to be even better than school, sweetheart. Trust me, we’re going to see amazing things together!” she said with a forced smile, trying to hide her panic. However, after about half an hour of a difficult walk through the dense undergrowth, the unmistakable sound of Anna’s voice could be heard
“-They are right there, next to that leaning tree.” Her heart froze. It shouldn’t be possible for them to be found so quickly… unless… Before she could realize it, Nick let go of her hand, running happily towards the sound of the voices. “Anna! I’m here!” he shouted, jumping for joy at the sight of the familiar figure. Dayana felt the ground disappear from under her feet as reality hit her like a brutal blow: Nick never wanted to escape.It was then that she saw, with horror, a tablet in Anna’s hand as she approached. “A tracker,” said Anna, as she approached with a triumphant smile, a look of pure contempt and superiority.“We would never let anything happen to your son, we know where he is every second. In fact, this is for you, Anna throws the tablet towards Dayana. With this you can follow and even see the health data that his watch collects.”As she finishes talking to Dayana, she realizes that someone else is approaching, it’s Him… “Did you really think I wouldn’t be prepared for such a clowning, dear?” Anna said sarcastically, as He also arrived at the scene. The plan she had desperately hatched had collapsed before her eyes.As she looked at Him, she saw deep disappointment that pierced Dayana’s soul, who couldn’t bear the heavy gaze on her, immediately turned away to look at the ground in desolation. In a calm voice, He addressed her.“-After this week, you will be free to leave, along with your son if you prefer, and absolutely no one will come after you. But we agreed that you would spend this week with me, do you remember?”He approaches and puts his heavy hand on her shoulder, but the feeling of weight is much greater, Dayana almost gives in to the side.“-I’ve delivered everything I promised, and now it’s time for you to deliver on your end.”At that moment, something inside her simply broke. Everything she had endured throughout her difficult life, summed up in a single moment, had reached her emotional limit - the humiliation, the control, the food, and the despair of seeing her son being manipulated - culminated in a blind rage.Dayana lunged at Him with all the strength she had left. “You motherfucker! I’m going to kill you!” she shouted, her voice choked with desperation and exploding in anger. With clenched fists, she delivered her strongest punch to his chest, and continued to punch with all her might.But she was met with a wall. He simply stood still, expressionless, as if he didn’t even feel her blows. Dayana’s punches, no matter how full of fury they were, couldn’t move him an inch. She screamed in frustration, delivering slaps, scratches, and even biting him, but it had no effect, he simply looked at her with a mix of indifference and pity.Her breathing became heavy, and her body, already exhausted from the escape, began to give way. Still, she continued, as if each blow was a way to release the suffocated despair within her. Tears ran down her face, mixed with sweat and dirt. Finally, her arms gave way to exhaustion, until she collapsed to her knees on the ground, exhausted and defeated. Her disheveled hair fell over her sweaty face as she gasped for air.The escape through the woods had left her skin full of deep scratches; the branches had torn the light dress she was wearing, now reduced to tatters that barely covered her dirty and bruised body. There were red marks on her arms and legs, where the thorns had torn her skin, and her bare feet were covered in cuts.She was lying on the dirt floor, while Anna approached slowly, watching the scene with a victorious smile. “Look at how you ended up, huh?” with a tone of voice full of satisfaction.“Go back alone, dear. I believe you know the way home,” said Anna, looking at her coldly. Then they got into the car that was a little below, already near the path to the road to take Nick to school and continue with the routine of the day. Dayana was left behind, standing up, trembling and humiliated, with the torn dress hanging over her exhausted body. She tried to compose herself, but the shame was overwhelming.She looked around, seeing the path she would have to walk to the main entrance of the house, and with a heavy sigh, she began to walk. Each step was a reminder of her defeat. Now, she was back in the same house, her then “prison”, and she knew that the price for this escape attempt would be high.When Dayana returned to the house, with trembling legs and scratched feet, the man who had taken her from herself was waiting for her, blocking the entrance. His gaze was cold, without a hint of compassion. Before she could say anything, he pointed to a door in the middle of the hallway, next to the door of her room.“You tried to escape, Dayana. Now, it’s time to learn to obey,” He said, in a low tone, but full of authority.With her heart beating out of rhythm, Dayana had no choice but to follow him. The door he indicated led to a staircase that descended to what seemed to be the basement of the house. When she got downstairs, she realized that it was much more than a common basement. The entire area was wide, with dim lighting up to dimly lit with the walls lined with padding. There was an oppressive sensation in the air, the kind of place that made anyone feel claustrophobic and lost. A single door served as the entrance and exit to this dungeon, equipped with biometric locks.

Before Dayana could even process where she was, he pushed her into one corner of the room, and suddenly, a jet of icy water struck her with force. He was holding a pressure water gun, and the water lashed against her body like cold whips, tearing screams of pain from her lips. "Dirty bitch," he muttered as he continued the water spray, pressing her against the wall. The pressure was so strong it nearly knocked her down, soaking the remnants of her tattered dress.

When he finally stopped, she was trembling from the cold, her skin reddened by the water’s impact—completely unlike the "gentle" bath he had given her the previous night. The reprieve was brief; he grabbed her by the arm and led her to one of the opposite walls, where a metal ring hung about two meters off the ground.

Too exhausted to resist, Dayana was forced to cuff herself there, her hands raised above her head, her wrists bound in a way that made her feet barely touch the floor.

"Stay here. Anna will be along shortly to take care of you," he said, leaving without so much as a backward glance, abandoning her in the cold, damp room.

The hours dragged on. Her arms ached from the position, her shoulder muscles trembling with fatigue. She tried shifting her weight to relieve the strain on her wrists, but there was no escaping the posture. Time crawled, each minute stretching into an eternity as the dungeon's chill seeped into her bones.

BEEP.

Finally, the door opened again, and a fleeting, foolish hope flickered in Dayana’s mind before it quickly dissipated. Anna entered, dressed in her usual tight-fitting suit that accentuated every curve of her body. She carried a black case, and her smile was a promise of suffering. "Ah, Dayana, still standing? Such willpower. Let’s see how much longer you can last," Anna said, her sweet voice laced with subtle sadism.

Anna approached her, examining her as if she were an object rather than a person. Taking scissors from her case, she caused Dayana’s eyes to fill with dread as she began to plead and struggle.

“Please... please don’t hurt me…” Dayana begged, her voice trembling, fear creeping into her thoughts.

Anna, however, held her firmly against the wall and, with precision, cut away the remnants of Dayana’s dress, leaving her completely naked, exposed, and vulnerable.

“Now, you’re ready for what you deserve,” Anna murmured, her fingers running over Dayana’s sensitive, marked skin. “We’ll take very good care of you,” Anna added while grabbing a towel to dry her off.

She dried Dayana as if handling a freshly bathed foal, with brutal force. Once finished, she ordered her to arch her back, slipping on black gloves and retrieving a small vial and a box of band-aids.

“I’m going to treat your wounds,” she said, delivering a stinging slap to Dayana’s bare buttocks.

For the next half hour, Anna applied bandages and ointment to Dayana’s cuts. Dayana, having surrendered to the situation, began to feel aroused. After all, one of her fantasies was precisely this—to experience another woman’s touch.

Feeling a semblance of relief that her punishment might be ending, Dayana realized she had been hanging for over two hours and was at her limit. But when she was finally unshackled from the wall, she was dragged to another part of the dungeon. Weak and with her arms numb from hours of suspension, she was forced to her knees by Anna, who regarded her with a cold, calculating stare.

“Still think you can escape, darling?” Anna taunted.

Dayana raised her eyes to meet Anna’s, but before she could make contact, she was struck with the back of Anna’s gloved hand.

“I didn’t say you could look at me,” Anna growled. “The only thing you’re allowed to do on your own is breathe… or perhaps not even that,” she added, glancing at various masks hanging on the wall, some designed for breath control.

Anna began by placing a sensory deprivation mask over Dayana’s eyes, completely obscuring her vision. Then she restrained Dayana on a bench, positioning her on all fours with her hands and legs secured to the sides. Next, she attached clamps to Dayana’s nipples, linked by a chain that Anna occasionally tugged, eliciting involuntary cries of pain. “Let’s warm you up,” Anna said with a cruel smile, clearly excited.

Slowly, Anna retrieved a tube of menthol lubricant, applying it deliberately to Dayana’s anal opening. The effect was immediate. The menthol burned like fire against her sensitive skin, forcing a strangled cry from her as her entire body trembled from the sensation. Tears welled up under the mask as Dayana instinctively tried to pull her hips away, but she was firmly restrained by the bench, her legs spread and her exposed rear vulnerable.

“You haven’t had much experience here, have you?” Anna whispered into Dayana’s ear, inserting a metal anal dilator. “This is going to be a long day.”

The dilator was far too large for someone with Dayana’s limited experience in anal play. “Relax, sweetheart. It’ll go in easier,” Anna mocked, forcing the dilator to spread Dayana’s opening, which had never been touched this way before. Tears streamed down Dayana’s face as the pain and the burning sensation from the menthol lubricant combined into an almost unbearable torment. Anna pushed it in slowly, ignoring Dayana’s desperate cries as she writhed futilely against her bonds.

When the dilator was finally fully inserted, Anna began preparing for the next step: a four-liter enema filled with a cold, mildly saline solution. She inserted the nozzle into the base of the dilator, which remained firmly lodged in Dayana’s body and still caused her considerable pain.

The liquid began to flow slowly, creating an intense sensation of pressure in Dayana’s abdomen. The dilator acted as a plug, preventing the solution from escaping. Gradually, the pressure inside her transformed into sharp, cramping pain.

With each passing minute, the discomfort intensified. The fluid seemed to bubble and churn within her, triggering spasms and waves of agony that left her crying out. “You’re going to hold all of it, understood?” Anna said, her tone a mix of tenderness and command. She squeezed the enema bag, forcing the liquid to flow faster, causing Dayana’s body to jerk involuntarily.

For over an hour, Dayana was made to retain the enema. The cramps and bloating grew so severe that she could barely breathe. Tears streamed freely down her face as she struggled against the restraints, her stomach rigid and trembling under the relentless pressure. “No relief yet,” Anna whispered, her voice tinged with sadistic amusement.

While Dayana remained immobilized on the bench, completely vulnerable, Anna retrieved new instruments of torment. She attached sharp-edged metal clamps to Dayana’s already sore and swollen nipples. Connected by chains, the clamps were pulled taut, stretching Dayana’s breasts painfully forward. Every tug sent searing pain radiating through her chest, drawing desperate whimpers from her.

“You’re not getting a moment of relief today, bitch,” Anna taunted as she connected the clamps to an electrostimulation device. The shocks were brief but powerful, jolting through Dayana’s sensitive nipples and leaving her trembling uncontrollably. The added pain exacerbated the already unbearable cramps caused by the enema, leaving her mind blank with suffering.

When Anna finally allowed her to empty her bowels, she dragged Dayana to a corner of the dungeon where a drain in the floor served as her only option. Dayana could barely move, but the overwhelming internal pressure forced her to release. Completely exposed and humiliated, she relieved herself under Anna’s watchful eye, her tormentor’s smirk radiating satisfaction.

Afterward, Dayana collapsed to the floor, trembling with exhaustion. Her nipples throbbed, her body ached all over, and the burning from the menthol lubricant lingered. Anna secured her wrists to a metal ring set in the floor, leaving her lying on a thin mat. With a soft, almost mocking tone, Anna whispered, “This is just the beginning.”

“You’ll learn, Dayana. You’ll learn never to try escaping again,” Anna said before exiting the dungeon, the heavy door slamming shut behind her with a deafening echo.

The darkness that followed was almost suffocating, amplifying the raw sensations coursing through Dayana’s body. She lay there, alone with her thoughts, her breathing shallow and ragged as every inch of her bruised body pulsed with pain. For a long time, she remained still, listening to the sound of her own heartbeat amidst the silence, too drained to even cry.

Despite the overwhelming physical and emotional toll, one thought lingered in her mind:

She had chosen this.

Dayana closed her eyes, recalling the moment she had agreed to be part of all this. She knew—she had known from the beginning exactly what she was getting herself into. He had been very clear: “I’m a Dominant, a sadist. I will break down your limits, dismantle every part of your resistance, and you will enjoy it.” And the most disturbing part was that deep down, she knew He was right. Even as the pain tore through her, there was a dark pleasure in the intensity, a pleasure she had never experienced before.

Alone in the darkness, Dayana began to cry, though she no longer knew whether her tears were from pain, regret, or a strange and twisted gratitude. She had longed to be controlled, to have someone dominate her and make decisions for her. And now that she had it, part of her hated every second of it... while another part craved more. She was a prisoner of her own choices, trapped in a dungeon of her own making.

“They’re not wrong,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling and hoarse. “I asked for this. I wanted this.” And as she sank deeper into her pain and confusion, what tormented her most wasn’t what had happened—but the growing desire for more.

Minutes or hours passed—she couldn’t tell anymore, as Dayana became entirely absorbed in the whirlwind of her thoughts, losing all sense of time.

BEEP…

The dungeon door opened again, and the unmistakable sound of Anna’s heels echoed through the padded room. Dayana lifted her head with difficulty, her eyes barely open from exhaustion. The cold, calculating glint in Anna’s gaze made it clear that her day wasn’t over yet. Anna approached, carrying a metal tray with a steaming bowl. Without ceremony, she dropped it on the floor in front of Dayana, who sat trembling, her arms and legs weak from hours of punishment. The aroma was unpleasant—the same gruel from breakfast, a mixture that made Dayana’s stomach churn.

“Time for your dinner, bitch,” Anna murmured with a mocking smile, leaning in to observe Dayana’s reaction. Her eyes sparkled with cruel amusement.

“Come on, open your mouth.”

When Dayana hesitated, Anna grabbed her face with unexpected force, her fingers digging into Dayana’s cheeks as she forced her mouth open. The pasty mixture was shoved inside, hot and dense, almost solid. The taste was nightmarish—a combination of bitterness and an almost sickly sweetness that clung to her tongue. Dayana tried to spit it out, but Anna simply laughed, holding her firm.

“Swallow,” Anna hissed, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the anguish in Dayana’s gaze. “Or we’ll do this the hard way.” With no choice, Dayana swallowed, the vile taste scraping down her throat. Each spoonful was forced into her mouth until she began choking, tears streaming as she fought against her gag reflex. After forcing the last of the repulsive mixture down, Anna took the empty bowl with a satisfied smile.

“I bet you’re still hungry, aren’t you, little bitch?” Anna teased, raising an eyebrow as Dayana gasped, struggling to keep the food down.

Anna stood theatrically and walked over to a small table in the corner of the dungeon. From there, she brought another tray—this one holding a creamy pudding, glistening under the dim light.

Dayana swallowed hard, her stomach still churning from the cramps caused by the earlier enema, but also feeling a strange desire stirring deep inside her. She was aroused.

With a wicked smile, Anna placed the pudding on the floor. Then, she removed her black heels, revealing tired, sweaty feet. The sweet aroma of the pudding mingled with the smell of her feet—a mix that, although repugnant, carried a lewd and intoxicating undertone, making Dayana shiver with shame and confusion.

“Let’s make this more interesting,” Anna said, placing her right foot on the pudding and slowly pressing down, crushing the dessert until its smooth texture oozed between her toes. The creamy sweetness dripped onto the floor as Anna chuckled softly. “Lick it. And make sure you clean everything, you filthy bitch.”

Still cuffed, Dayana crawled closer, her face burning with humiliation. She felt utterly degraded, but Anna’s piercing gaze left no room for refusal. Heart pounding, Dayana began licking the pudding off Anna’s feet. The sweet texture mixed with the salty tang of sweat. The taste made her want to gag, but it also drew her into a sickening trance of obedience and humiliation.

Satisfied with the performance, Anna rubbed her dirty foot across Dayana’s face, smearing her lips and cheeks with the mixture. “That’s it, be a good girl... clean every bit. Show me you appreciate what you’re given.”

The smell of Anna’s feet, worsened by the long day spent in heels, filled the air, making it almost unbearable to breathe. Dayana’s nostrils burned from the potent odor, and she couldn’t tell if she was crying from disgust or a shameful excitement she couldn’t understand. The contrast between the sweet pudding and the bitter scent of Anna’s feet was absolute torment—but somewhere deep within her, a twisted part of her relished every second.

When Anna grew tired, she wiped her foot on Dayana’s torn clothing. She then looked down at the woman sprawled on the floor in a pitiful state. “I think you’ve had enough for today, little bitch,” she said coldly.

Before leaving, Anna rummaged through a drawer in a large black wooden cabinet, pulling out a sizeable, elongated anal plug with a wide base and a silicone finish that glinted under the dim light.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Anna said with sadistic pleasure. She approached Dayana again, whose body tensed with panic.

“Turn around and spread that ass!” Anna ordered in a cruelly sweet voice. In desperation, Dayana instinctively turned her rear toward the wall, trying to shield herself.

“You always make things harder for yourself, don’t you? I even gave you dessert, and this is how you repay me?”

Knowing what Anna was capable of, Dayana reluctantly positioned herself, arching her back toward Anna and bracing for what was to come. The menthol lubricant Anna applied was icy to the touch, causing an instant burning sensation as she prepared Dayana’s already sore entrance. The discomfort worsened as Anna pressed the plug against Dayana’s tender opening.

Dayana screamed, her entire body tense, but Anna didn’t stop. She slowly forced the plug inside, its size and shape pushing Dayana’s limits with excruciating precision. As it finally settled into place, its weight and size filled her inescapably, leaving Dayana in tears of humiliation and pain. The constant, overwhelming sensation was impossible to ignore.

“You’re going to sleep with it tonight,” Anna whispered into Dayana’s ear as she stood. “That way, you won’t feel so alone. Think of it as a gift... something to remind you that you belong to us.”

With a final laugh, Anna left, locking the door behind her. The darkness enveloped Dayana once more, the silence broken only by her sobs. She curled up on her mat, trying in vain to find a position that would alleviate the unrelenting pressure of the plug. Every movement only pushed it deeper, painfully reinforcing the absolute control her captors held over her.

As the hours passed, the plug became an oppressive companion, forcing her to confront the invasive reality of her submission. Alone in the darkness, Dayana licked her lips, still tasting the remnants of pudding mixed with sweat, unable to rid herself of the flavor embedded in her senses.

Exhausted, humiliated, and betrayed by her own conflicted desires, she closed her eyes. Despite the pain, she couldn’t ignore a secret, shameful part of herself that didn’t want it to stop.