Untying the Knot: Ally's Story
Copyright© 2026 by FyreFoss88
Chapter 33: Pushed
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 33: Pushed - A promiscuous young woman is committed to a controversial sex addiction clinic where she must contend with both the staff and patients (or should that be ‘inmates’?). Untying the Knot is an examination of erotica, submission, and the terrible things people do to each other when seeking meaning in their lives and in their actions; both at a personal and institutional level.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture Gang Bang Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Enema Exhibitionism Fisting Flatulence Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports Public Sex Cat-Fighting Revenge Violence
I felt like I could explode. The plug in my ass was now so big that it felt like it would break my ring on the way out.
Push, damn it! The blonde witch demanded.
I shook my head, tears in my eyes. The binds of my hands against the cross rattled in the restraints. Mina nodded at the warden. The warden stepped in and zapped my tit with the electric device. I shot up and convulsed and the plug flew out of my ass. I looked down at the floor and saw the inflatable plug rolling there, the pump still attached. I could feel the air of the room on my hole. I felt so open and exposed. I was crying.
They zapped my cunt, over and over and over, until the tears turned to a painful, scraping orgasm that convulsed from my body. My juices slimed out of me and onto the floor, drenching the plug. I twisted and twitched and my head rolled. When I came around, the warden and Mina the witch were staring at me.
That’ll do for now, Mina said.
They left me hanging there, in a room that had four crosses but I was alone.
They were now taking the bag off every time for the “procedures”, I guess they wanted to watch my face. But when I was alone the bag went back on. I had no way of figuring out how much time was passing. I just lolled about there, weak at the knees, drifting in and out of consciousness. Now and then, they came and beat me or played with me until I came. The coming always happened with the electricity now. They were trying their damnedest to beat me.
At the end of the night, I was returned to the hospital bed and fed, before the Overseer came in at the end of the day and fucked me. Sometimes the wardens stayed and watched. It made no difference to me. When I asked if Mina would ever fuck me, I got ten lashes.
The Overseer was a gentle lover in comparison to anyone or anything else I had come up against in Renew. I never would have thought that, after the way he forced himself on me at the start. He never made me suck him. I was always dripping and ready; the results of their fucked up experimentation. He just climbed on me and slid right in and did his thing and then let his muck out onto my belly.
I did genuinely start to wonder, after an unknown number of days, how much more of this I could take. I had felt invincible at the start - that renewed acceptance of my deeply submissive nature. I felt like I could take anything they threw at me. Even when they started electrocuting me, it was like a weed smoker taking their first hit of smack. I was drunk on the plane of consciousness that the “treatment” put me on. Now, I was worn down. The pleasure was still beyond immense, but the pain was getting greater and greater. My asshole ached from the stretching it had been forced to do. My cunt ached from the fucking and the electrocution.
I worried about Trix. Would they break her? Somehow I doubted it. She was too stubbornly dominating. She wanted to control every situation she was in. This would be hell for her. Fuck, it would be hell for most normal people.
I decided that night, as Mina cleaned the Overseer’s come off of me, that I would try and escape. I feared, more than anything, that they would push me too far and I’d lose my mind. That they’d fuck my mind up so badly I’d just be another vegetable. That frightened the shit out of me. They were clearly happy with the results so far, and there was no doubt they would keep pushing my body until I became a mindless sex drone, or I dunno, maybe die in the process.
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