Chapter 7

Haley hung upside down, her arms trapped in a tight box tie. Her legs bound together at eight points four above and four below the knee. This time there was no gag, instead, her head was bent back so her face was parallel with the floor. A nose hook dug deep into her nostrils and stretched all the way back to a steel hook that was lodged in her asshole. In lieu of a gag a hard-erect dildo attached to the floor was forced into her mouth. Electrodes were attached to her tits, ass, and pussy, Haley learned fast that the dildo could be sucked and a strange liquid would shoot into her mouth. The liquid was salty, and she thought she knew what it was, but she tried her best to ignore that thought or else risk dry heaving in disgust in this difficult position. The worst part of this particular torture, every time she stopped sucking; the electrodes activated sending agony through every sinew of her body. As time went by, her ankles burned from the leather straps that dug into her skin and took on her entire weight.

The semen that ejaculated from the dildo filled her mouth and soon dripped down the shaft promptly provoking another painful shock. It wasn’t long before she realized she was supposed to be swallowing every drop. Hung from her ankles as she was, swallowing anything would be difficult let alone the putrid collected seed of strange men. But she tried anyway, sucking and licking with ferocity like some kind of common whore to avoid the stinging torment of the electricity.

Haley heard the door open and soon came that familiar voice. “Hello object, I trust you have been getting along alright on your own,” came the smug sarcastic voice of Anne. Haley did not react, too busy focusing on sucking. Either Anne or one of her slave assistants fitted what felt like ear buds into her ears. “During your next session I want you to listen to the words repeating in your head.” Haley heard another voice as the ear buds came to life.

“You are nothing but an object and a slave. You exist to serve whomever the Foundation wishes you to. Your old existence was flawed and immoral and you must renounce it and forget it before your new life can begin. You are Object slave Michelle 053 and are worth only what your body can provide. You will know only pain from now on. You will except this as good and proper and will love and cherish the moral life that the Foundation is giving you.”

After the words stopped, they looped back to the beginning and repeated again. Haley could not think much about it before a wooden paddle was slapped across her exposed ass. The clap was like a whip cracking and a buzz-saw of agony drove across her body in every direction. The hit came as such a shock that she pulled violently against the hooks between her nostrils and ass and she stopped sucking for just an instant. That hesitation was enough, however, and she was hit with the body wide electricity. Haley eagerly found her rhythm again, on the dildo, as the words repeated in her blood-filled skull.

Anne waited just long enough for everything to settle down before the paddle slammed Haley’s ass again. Haley did all she could to stay focused on sucking as the paddle painted her ass a dark reddish-purple color. Several times she failed to satisfy the dildo and she felt the painful shocks again. Each time she would desperately try to get her rhythm back while the beating continued unabated.

Once it finally ended Haley was a sobbing mess, with tears and gooey strands of snot pooling on the floor mixing with the discarded cum that she failed to swallow.

“Good, you have done well today,” Anne said. Haley was lowered to the floor, the gag, and ear buds removed, and given some much needed water. “Is it so hard for you to except your new life? Fighting it will always bring you more pain, but embracing it will bring you rewards.”

Haley forgot that she could talk, she had spent so much time with her mouth stuffed that speaking seemed a strange thing to her. Now, with the gag removed she tried to form words. Her first instinct was to beg for release or for mercy but the words caught in her throat. Instead, she surprised herself by saying, “I want to please you. How can I please you?”

Anne smiled, “What is the Objects name?”

Haley took a moment to think about her response. She knew what she wanted to say, she wanted to tell this monster of a woman to fuck off. But as Haley sat on the floor her ass still buzzing from the beating, her face covered in drool, tears, and mucous, arms and legs still bound tightly, she knew only one answer had any chance of avoiding more pain and torment. So, when she finally spoke it was to say, “This Objects name is Michelle 053 and it is here to please.”