Chapter 6: Human Incubation

RAVEN, Status: MASTER. Log 006. SUBJECT 0601, Today, all three of Subject 0601’s male owners will attempt to forcibly impregnate her, following the subject’s tubal ligation, as is standard procedure. Though the process could easily be accomplished via medical insemination, it is important for female subjects to become used to their male masters’ anatomy. Following this procedure, Subject 0601 will be put to rest inside an incubator for six weeks in order to detect signs of pregnancy.

> When I was sent back to the showers to be forcibly bathed, Winters accompanied me. He watched silently during most of the procedure, stepping out of the way to allow the men in grey uniforms to scrub me up and down. But when I was strapped to the waxing table, feeling the chill breeze of the sterile room rape my freshly plucked and peeled skin, he finally spoke.

First, he began by gently dragging a finger up my bare stomach until my muscles began to twitch. I watched him with hesitant eyes as he locked onto my breasts. My nipples were erect in the cold, as if sculpted for his pleasure. The entire time I was being mauled to pristine condition, Winters was carrying around a large bulge in his pants that only seemed to grow harder as he studied my helpless state.

“Perfect,” Winters whispered underneath his breath as his fingers paused in the middle of my sternum. He put a tiny bit of pressure beneath his fingertips, feeling the ridges of the bone beneath my skin.

“You’re so frail,” he said, mesmerized. “It’ll be hard not to break you today.”

My breath trembled. “What are you going to do to me?”

Winters finally met my gaze as his lips split into an ominous grin. The piercings in his face shifted with his delight. Instead of answering my question, Winters held a finger to his lips. He rifled around his suit jacket pocket for a tiny container. Inside sat a chalky white capsule.

“Open,” he instructed, hovering the pill over my lips. I reluctantly obeyed and allowed him to lay the medicine on my tongue. “Swallow,” he said next, keeping two fingers against my throat to ensure the pill made it to my stomach. He inspected my mouth anyway, just to be safe.

I hesitated to ask what it was he just gave me, but I knew better than to open my mouth again. All day, he had a leather flogger hooked to his belt that I knew he was itching to put to use. With my body stretched out and defenseless, I couldn’t imagine the brutality Winters could paint across my pallid skin.

In silence we waited while Winters kept an eye on his wristwatch. The only noise that could be heard was the sound of my empty moans as Winters delicately fidgeted with my clit to pass the time. He was careful not to entice too much pleasure but skilled enough to bring me to the brink of a single slow, powerful orgasm over the course of what felt like hours. My pussy was slick with excitement as my voice finally broke with noise. Winters pressed his thumb into the fold, as if ready to bestow a sublime ending, but stopped. With a quiet chuckle, he pulled his sleeve back over his wristwatch and drew his hand away from me.

“How do you feel, sweet pea?” he asked. His voice was so smooth and drawn out that the sound of it alone nearly pushed me over the edge into glorious pleasure.

My voice cracked, unable to answer. I was slowly writhing against my restraints, wriggling like a worm in desperate need of his touch. My eyes fluttered closed, and I swallowed a desperate sob.

Winters held his fingers to my wrist and studied his watch once more, taking less time than before.

“Good,” he said. Then he smiled, caught my gaze when I finally had the strength to open my eyes again, and added, louder, “Excellent, in fact. You’re ready.”

“Ready for what?”

Again, he didn’t answer me. Instead, he flagged down two of the grey men and instructed them to release me. The padding inside of the table’s cuffs was enough to keep my limbs from bruising, but through all that writhing, my joints were almost too sore to stand. When I finally did push myself to my feet, Winters was waiting for me with a gift bag in his hands. Inside was a pair of thigh-high translucent white stockings that molded to my skin perfectly. They felt as thin as paper yet as soft as silk, offering me nothing more than the illusion of coverage. Next came a white kimono that was just as see-through. It was made of lace and tied around my waist with a satin sash, but it covered nothing. My nipples and my ass were visible through the fabric, and if I were to bend over, the clothing’s lack of length would no doubt allow my full sex to be on display.

Winters took it upon himself to tie the belt, ensuring that the kimono would sit open enough on my chest to allow my nipples to slip out on occasion. Then he cuffed my hands behind my back with leather restraints and tied a leash to it. The leash’s chain was threaded between my legs, rubbing up against my dewy cunt as I was led out into the hall. The cold, ruthless links teased my clit with each step. I had to chew on the inside of my cheek to distract from the radiating pleasure awakened in my loins.

I was dragged down a hallway I had never seen before, hanging just off to the side of the medical wing’s entrance. It felt more commonplace than the other halls I had been brought to, and the room Winters pulled me into was no different. The air felt clean, but not as harsh as the white tile asylum suites I was used to. It had the atmosphere of an examination room in a small clinic. Only, instead of a paper-covered exam table, there stood a strange structure somewhat resembling a slender, leather-clad picnic table. I stared at it curiously, trying to guess how I was expected to be situated on top of it based on where the limp, grommet-covered straps hung in wait.

On the wall beside us stood a small kitchenette stuffed with medical supplies and a sink where Rocky was already scrubbing himself up. He did not acknowledge us when we entered, nor did Winters acknowledge him. There was a tension in the air between them that I couldn’t parse. When Rocky met Winters’ gaze, it seemed as though he was fantasizing about what Winters might look like without skin.

Rocky approached me, still with my hands behind my back, and placed his fingers against my lower stomach. Rocky’s fingers were as cold as his gaze. My organs all gagged in response, suddenly becoming aware that he had never touched me before without the safety of latex gloves between us.

“How is the scarring?” he droned.

I opened my mouth to answer, but I found that he wasn’t talking to me.

“Completely gone,” Winters answered. “She hardly seemed bothered while being scrubbed down, so her interior wounds must be all healed.”

Rocky nodded, then murmured to himself.

When I woke up that morning, drenched in a cold sweat that turned my rags to glue-drenched paper mache against my skin, I made sure to molest my stomach’s every inch in search for proof that I hadn’t dreamed of such a horrible procedure. The surgery ... the drugs ... I would never forget the nauseatingly hypnotic feeling of Rocky forcing that pinwheel to break my skin. The way it made my paralyzed body yearn for a violent orgasm made me sick.

“Get her on the bench,” Rocky snapped, motioning to the strange construction in the corner of the room.

The bench, as it was called, sat beneath a bright light that bathed me like a spotlight. I felt even more exposed than I was in the showers, despite the airy kimono tickling my skin. Winters uncuffed me, warning me not to make any sudden moves before I was bent across the tallest leather-covered plank of the bench and locked in place with a strap across the small of my back. With my elbows and knees bent, Winters tied my limbs to the four corners of the A-shaped structure, where they rested against matching leather planks. The bench was too slender, and if not for the straps, I was worried I’d slip right off. I felt small on top of it, as it was clearly made for a fully grown adult and not a girl barely above five feet tall.

Rocky came to face me, lifting my chin with his still ungloved hand while he shined a penlight into my eyes. “Has she taken the medication?”

Winters made an affirmative noise behind me. I shuddered as his hand scraped my bare ass. Just as I suspected, the kimono did nothing to hide my womanhood. With my body pulled all the way toward the back edge of the bench, my pussy lips sat on display for anyone wanting to admire the bubblegum pink bloom.

“And is she properly lubricated?” Rocky asked.

Winters slithered two fingers inside of me slowly, giving my lips a reason to part in both surprise and seduction. He didn’t allow himself to wriggle around my insides, which were still as tight as when I was a virgin, even though I could feel his flesh twitching with sadistic desire.

“She’s wet,” Winters said matter-of-factly.

Rocky frowned. “Wet enough?”

Winters pulled himself out, leaving behind nothing but dissatisfaction. “Too wet for my tastes. It’s better for morale when the cunt is nice and dry. It gives the flesh a reason to get excited.”

“Raven won’t see it that way,” Rocky said with a snarl. He disappeared into the cabinets and pulled out a large, clear bottle of lube. With an angry throw, he tossed the bottle at Winters, who caught it mid-air, and said, “Make sure he can slip in without fuss. She needs to be relaxed if she’s going to fit all three of us inside of her.”

At once? Or was that actually too insane? I could barely fit Raven the first time. I swallowed a sob, remembering the agony of his cock ripping my poor pussy to shreds. He wielded a genuine weapon between his legs: a thick, heavy sword with the power to cut through my body like it was butter.

Winters threw the lube back without a moment of hesitation, where it slammed into Rocky’s shoulder and knocked him back into the counter. Rocky leapt forward, ready to rip Winters’ head off, when the door opened and Raven stepped inside. The room fell to silence as he observed the two men, each of their hands balled into fists. Raven’s beard fell with a frown.

First, Raven acknowledged Rocky, giving him a nod to which he received a nervous one back; then he acknowledged the lube bottle that had popped open and spilled all over the counter. The air became thick when he turned to Winters, who held his chin high as if he had nothing to be ashamed of.

“Winters,” Raven said slowly. His voice was extra low that day.

Winters shrugged off the accident and cracked a grin. “I was telling him it’s more fun dry.”

“That is no way for a father to act in front of his young daughter,” Raven said. There was a light humor in his tone, as if he was speaking to an old friend.

Winters let out a dejected sigh. Behind me, he dropped to his knees and joked about paying his penance. I startled at the unexpected sensation of Winters’ long, wet tongue at the entrance of my sex. The ball of his piercing traced the rim of my petals as he worked to dampen me up. My eyelashes fluttered, feeling a rush of heat in my body that was unknown to me. Something about the heat made me feel oddly maternal.

Raven greeted me by my face, kneeling down to run his fingers through my brushed hair. “How’s my good girl?” he asked. I broke with a moan at the sound of his velvety voice. The noise was enough for Raven, and he chuckled. “Remember, little one, you aren’t allowed to cum without permission.”

“Yes ... Ma—uuuahhh—ster...” I said in a breathy voice.

Raven and Winters both laughed, but Rocky watched with disgust on his face.

“Today will likely be messy,” Raven said. He unbuttoned his collared shirt as he spoke. “I suggest you men preserve your clothes.”

My cheeks flushed bright red, even though Winters no longer had his tongue inside of me, as I watched the three of them strip completely nude. I had seen Raven’s natural body before—all heavy, muscular, and covered in thick black hair—but Winters and Rocky were a surprise.

Winters was decently toned, though still slender. The only things he still wore were his glasses and his many piercings, more of which became known to me. Both nipples were pierced, along with his navel and the head of his long, skinny cock. The piercing that decorated his dewdrop-covered head was about six times the size of the balls on his face and almost distracted from the horrific modifications he had made to his shaft. Though Winters was just as long as Raven was, his cock was thinner, so he made up for it by burying strange spheres beneath his skin, which writhed up from his heavy, clean-shaven balls all the way to the base of his throbbing head. The spheres nearly had the same circumference as dimes and stood in a spiral pattern to give Winters’ cock an inhuman texture. He grinned and stroked the beast when he caught me staring.

To distract myself, I focused on Rocky instead, who didn’t surprise me in the slightest by revealing himself to be a pale skeleton of a man. His ribs and pelvic bone jutted out from his torso, drawing attention away from his skinny arms and legs, which were completely hairless and covered from top to bottom in healed knife scars. I had seen emo classmates before sporting those very same scars on their wrists and upper thighs, but they were never so large, and they never had enough to even come close to Rocky’s collection. I was so mesmerized by the thousands upon thousands of cuts that I hardly noticed his cock at all. It wasn’t nearly as impressive as the other two, but it still looked like it would hurt inside of me. I wondered if that counted as average or above average. I had no frame of reference, outside of Raven’s monstrous horse-sized staff.

Speaking of, Raven was already fully erect, as if he had been stroking himself thinking about me. That, or the sight of me—on my hands and knees with nowhere to hide—was enough to get his motor running. Raven let out a low growl and traced a line down my spine. My skin burst with waves of goosebumps, and I whimpered when he situated himself between my thighs.

“How is her scarring?” Raven asked. He scraped my entrance, checking Winters’ work, then licked his fingers clean with a grin. He winked at me when he saw I was straining my neck, just so that I would know when his torture device was about to pummel my insides.

Rocky was shrinking in the corner, as if ashamed to be as naked as everyone else was. “None was seen.”

“Good.” Raven stroked his hand down my bare ass, giving it a tight squeeze. “We’re just going to check your doctor’s handiwork,” he said to me. Both of his hands rested on my hips, anchoring himself. “It’s standard procedure, so just let yourself relax.”

I knew keeping myself relaxed was the only safety precaution I had available to save me from the torment, yet I couldn’t bring my body to obey. I pleaded with the muscles in my pussy, pursing my lips and feeling teardrops burn my eyes. But I remained clenched in fear. Raven hardly seemed to mind. I doubted he noticed, given how tight I naturally was.

“Oh god,” I whispered under my breath at the sensation of Raven’s throbbing head tickling my hole. My puckering petals were no match against Raven’s trowel as he shoveled out my insides one heavy thrust at a time.

On entry, I spat out a curse and writhed against my tightened restraints. Raven had to slip in slowly to avoid ripping my holes into one, but his caution was just as painful as his fury—agonizing, even. Tears streamed down my cheeks in heavy waves by the time Raven was already greeting my back wall. Winters watched my expression intensely, fluttering his lashes in tune with the dribbles of cum that dripped down his cock. It seemed he couldn’t help himself.

“That’s a good girl,” Raven said with a raspy voice as I was forced to swallow the rest of him. It felt exactly as it had the session before, as if I was no less a virgin.

Once Raven grew comfortable expanding my interior space, he began thrusting on a rhythm, gyrating his hips until the slap of his heavy, nearly black balls slapped my thighs like a metronome. I tried my best to moan and not scream, already feeling a tug in my throat from the initial shock, but every noise I made either spiraled into a violent sob or cracked and splintered, piercing the thick air with operatic high notes of misery.

Rocky stood in front of me, as if debating on whether or not he was going to shut me up by stuffing my mouth full of his perverted, flaccid flesh. But Raven was punching into my backside too hard, forcing me to lunge forward with each welt squelch between us. His fingers dug into my hips, clawing at the fat in my thighs until I heard his voice hitch on a grand, overpowering moan. The sensation running through him sent Raven into a brutal rage as he raped me with the power of an army, somehow growing his member inside of me until I could almost feel it bulging into my stomach.

Then I felt it. A wave of sticky, hot cream pumped inside of me, like I was a sugar-topped pastry in need of my filling. It started out small, so insignificant and unnoticeable that I thought I was imagining it. But when Raven’s groaning hit its crescendo, when the room shook at the sound of his euphoria, the rush of his nectar—baby batter as thick as rich custard—flooded my insides until it exploded out of me and soaked the entirety of the backs of my legs. Raven gasped for breath for a moment, his hair disheveled and clinging to the sweat on his face, just like mine, before he laughed with rousing achievement and popped his manhood out of me.

Cum poured out of my gaping hole, dripping on the ground and filling the room with its unforgettable scent. I crinkled my nose at the pungency, trying to catch my breath without having to inhale the smell.

“That alone ought to be enough,” Rocky said quietly.

Raven chuckled for a moment, then dropped his smile and nudged Rocky over. “Nice try, Doctor. It’s your turn.”

“No!” I said amidst a gasp. “Please!”

All eyes turned to me, but only Raven greeted me with a smile.

“Now, now,” he soothed. Raven brushed the hair from my face and cupped my chin so that I wouldn’t have to strain to look him in the eyes. “This is standard,” he repeated, petting my lips with his thumb. “Every female subject has to go through this procedure.”

I blinked away tears, but my voice still cracked on a sob. “Please...”

“We have ways to make this more difficult on you,” he said, more sternly. “I’d hate to have to show you our insemination lab.”

I chewed on my lip to keep from wailing.

Raven took the silence for obedience and asked, “Are you going to behave?”

I nodded.

“Are you going to take your owners’ cocks like a good girl?”

“Yes...” I whispered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master.” When he raised his eyebrows expectantly, I blurted out, “I’ll take my owners’ cocks like a good girl, Master.”

He finally smiled and planted a light peck on my forehead. “I know you will.” He stood, then looked to Rocky, who appeared to be trying to disappear into the room’s furthest corner. “Doctor Brockhoist. You’re setting a poor example.”

“She’s a subject,” Rocky sneered. “Her vagina may as well be sculpted from plastic waste.”

Raven let out a long sigh and slipped into the kitchenette drawers. It was then that I realized just how much cum was pouring down off of his cock. Glittering, golden-white drippings coated his legs from his waist to his feet and almost completely obstructed the intricate veins that wrapped his shaft. I could feel that same cum churning around inside of me, filling me up so much that it was almost constantly falling out of me in sloppy droplets.

Winters watched the mess I was making on the floor with a sly grin. “You could impregnate a herd of wild horses if you wanted to,” he said to Raven with a chuckle. His eyes zeroed in on Raven’s cock, and a little bit more cum dribbled down between his surgical modifications.

Raven chuckled, pulling out a sharpened scalpel from one of the drawers. “I’ve considered it.”

He then turned to face Rocky, wielding the scalpel in a closed fist. Rocky whimpered, but the corners of his mouth began to turn up into a grin as Raven approached.

“Are you going to make me do this the hard way?” Raven asked. He dragged the blade across Rocky’s cheek as softly as a painter might add a delicate detail to a canvas.

Rocky moaned so loud I startled, then melted into Raven’s arms. He nodded, halfway erect, and let Raven usher him to my backside at knifepoint. Raven made sure to stand behind him, where I saw him position the knife right against Rocky’s lower back before my neck began to ache and I had to turn away.

Rocky was fully hard by the time he pulled himself up to my sticky hole. I heard him moan before our skin ever made contact, leaving me to wonder if Raven had already begun carving. Rocky entered me slowly—delicately—like I was something to be savored. His groans were disproportionate to how he moved. His hands rested against my back, stabilizing his trembling body.

“Deeper!” he groaned, beginning his song of thrusting. He let out a pathetic, pained yelp like a puppy, and his cock throbbed hard enough in response that my own body echoed the sensation.

My eyes fluttered shut as an almost foreign sensation washed over me. I was becoming familiar with this electricity, but I never thought it would entrap me in such a vile way. But there was something about the way Rocky moved so carefully, soaking in every push and pull inside of my pussy, that left my body helpless and aching for more. My lips split into a soft moan, and my head finally began to rest.

I opened my eyes as Winters brushed back a lock of my hair. His cock was so close to my lips that I could smell its cum.

“Enjoying yourself?” He joked, watching my mouth gape open with squeaks and whimpers.

I pursed my lips to keep from groaning like an animal, but when Rocky’s graceful staff pushed me just in the right spot, I broke.

“Aaaahh—Hhhnnnn—Mmm ... Mm-hmmmm...” I managed to say.

“Are you forgetting something?” he asked.

“Mmmm ... Mmm—uuuhh—mmay ... I ... I ... I—UUHHH!” My body cringed against the passion, cutting off my sentence. The three men remained silent, all except for Rocky’s masochistic groaning, as they waited for me to try again. “Mmmmay ... I ... pl—uuuuuhh! ... please ... PLEASE! May I please cummmm?”

“The little girl already wants to cum,” Winters said to the others. “What a filthy fucking slut she is.”

“It’s your call, Doctor,” Raven said with a sadistic growl.

Rocky was too caught up in his own pleasure to answer right away. The longer he strung along my patience, the closer and closer I drew to a violent orgasm. And an even more violent punishment.

“Raven, stab me!” Rocky finally exclaimed. It was far from what I was expecting to hear. The excitement of hearing his voice nearly toppled me over the edge all on its own.

Rocky suddenly burst with an agonized scream that melted into a deep, guttural groan as his cock exploded inside of me. His cum didn’t nearly fill me up as much as Raven’s did, but there was hardly any room left inside to tell.

With a single thrust out of me, Rocky dissipated my orgasm into a fit of disappointment. I rested my head against the bench and fought the urge to cry. My pussy tingled for delights, and I was helpless to grant its desires.

“Better luck next time,” Winters teased.

Rocky stumbled over to the counters, tripping over his own feet and nearly putting his teeth through the sink. His cock dripped with the cum Raven had left inside of me, but it was his blood-soaked back that held my attention. Raven had cut him countless times along his ass and his hips. Crimson red covered the backs of his legs like pants, interrupted on his upper left thigh by the scalpel’s handle; its blade buried an inch or two deep into Rocky’s bony limb. He took the knife and swirled it around his insides for a moment until I thought I was going to purge my stomach, then let out a wicked string of laughs and yanked the blade out. Blood squirted everywhere, soaking the cabinets and the floors. Some distant droplets speckled my face until the fountain died down into a continuous stream.

“I can clean myself up,” Rocky said, waving Raven away when he began setting out medical equipment.

“Are you sure?” Winters asked, his voice tinged with a chuckle. He was already standing behind me.

Rocky nodded before collapsing to the floor. “I know how to make the sutures hurt just right.”

“Sicko,” Winters muttered underneath his breath. His tone perked up when he asked, “If you’re not doing anything, Raven, would you care to give me a hand?”

Raven arched an amused brow. “Frontside or backside?”

“There will be plenty of time for her pretty lips later,” Winters answered. He stuck out his lip in a pout. “Come show me what our friendship means to you. I miss horseback riding.”

Raven licked his lips and growled with delight. He met my gaze with a wink before disappearing behind me. I watched him hold Winters’ hips steady before slowly sinking together like puzzle pieces clicking in place. Both men harmonized with loud groans that shook me to my core.

I was so swept up in their strange, homoerotic music that I was hardly prepared when Winters shoved himself inside of me without needing to anchor himself to my hips. My lips tore with a gasp at the strange feeling that enveloped my insides. His highly textured shaft was nothing I had ever experienced before. I felt like I was being fucked by an extraterrestrial. It left me restless and twitching for the sensations to end. But Winters had a long way to go before he was done with me. He fucked me as deeply and brutally as Raven had, though he moved much slower, taunting me with each passing second. He was impaled from behind and locked in the front, meaning that Winters was practically dribbling his hips between me and Raven, pushing and pulling himself on a thin tightrope over a loud, glorious orgasm. He slipped many times, squirting little bits of himself deep inside of me, but never quite got all the way. He was an expert at teasing himself—prolonging the end of our humiliating time together—until I was dripping with anticipation and breathless for the end.

My screams had melded together so well that I felt like I wasn’t even making a sound anymore. Maybe I wasn’t. My jaw was too sore to tell if it was open or closed. My sweaty body had fallen limp against the bench long before Winters’ cock was twitching with a finale-quality orgasm. None of what my body was enduring felt real. Pain and pleasure mixed together so well that I became numb to it. My body was a vessel for their enjoyment. I was nothing more than a toy. To distract myself, I became hypnotized with Rocky’s work as he sewed his leg shut and lapped the blood from his fingers like a hungry pup.

It was Raven who had to finally make the decision to bring things to a close. Rocky had passed out on the floor by then, having lost too much blood, though his cock sat as tall and proud as a flagpole, even in his sleep. Raven shoved himself so deep inside of Winters that both men screamed, their hips becoming one singular unit. Raven wrapped his arms around Winters’ hips and held onto me, taking control. He piloted Winters’ cock in and out of me until all three of us were screaming for the final pump. Helpless to stop it, I felt my own body finally burst in tandem with Winters’, but I hoped the feeling of Winters’ cock pumping out more cum than I could handle would mask my unpermitted orgasm.

“Don’t think I didn’t feel that,” Winters snapped, to my horror. He slapped my bare ass and pulled himself away from me and Raven to take a seat. To Raven he said, “The little whore couldn’t contain herself.”

Raven took a finger and scraped up the concoction of cream that soaked my petals. He let the flavors dance across his tongue, then nodded. “I see that. Go grab the belt for her. The little one has already wasted too much material. She’ll need to be sealed up quick once I’m done.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, too exhausted to make too loud of a noise.

Raven tutted his tongue, patting my lower back reassuringly. “I warned you, little one. Now take your punishment like a big girl.”

My pussy muscles tightened at the image of him forcing himself back inside of me. I felt so used and stretched-out that I prayed it might hurt less than the first time. But Raven was a born sadist, through and through. I should have known that he never would have punished me with something I was familiar with. He wanted to feel me squirm. Wanted to hear me shriek.

And shriek I did. I screamed my lungs out. I screamed my heart out. My brains. My guts. My bones. I screamed until Raven’s cock had fully welcomed itself into my virgin asshole, feeling around the place as my pencil eraser-sized hole stretched out to an impossible gape. He humped me like a rabid dog until I was convulsing and seizing under the terror. This was agony I had never quite experienced before. My ass became familiar with a butt plug when I was first branded, but it was nowhere near the length or girth of Raven’s cum-pumping dragon.

With each push deeper and deeper, his balls squeezed themselves dry until I could almost taste his juices on the back of my throat. He filled me up until my screams turned to jelly and my vision began to blacken. The very last thing I saw was Winters brandishing a chastity belt with a fist-sized butt plug and a long, thick dildo to stuff me full. And the very last thing I felt was the toys slipping inside of me with a punch to my guts—made of cold, slick metal that dried out my scorching insides—before it was padlocked around my hips and set into place with a powerful spanking that sent me fully unconscious.