Story 3: The Severing

Chapter 9:

One night when I shimmied backwards into my cage, I felt something poke into my butt cheek. I squatted a little lower and tried to look back and see what it was, but my cage is simply too tight.

Maybe it's a dildo, I thought. Maybe my enforced chastity is over.

I strapped on my feeding gag, clamped on my belled nipple clamps, positioned my blindfold so I'd be able to cover my eyes later, and locked my hands into the cuffs. I tried to suck my dinner through the tube.

"Mmm!" I grunted at Lisianski, annoyed.

"We've made an addition to your cage, subGrrl," Lisianski said. Her voice sounded somewhat sad. "In order to eat you will need to depress a newly installed... um... flange with your derriere.

"Mmm?!"

I pushed backwards trying to feel for this 'flange' - whatever, but quickly encountered the pokey thing again. Obviously, I realized that I was meant to impale myself upon this thing. I was meant to rape myself with it.

Fuck it. I should have been pissed, degraded. But, truthfully, I didn't care. It wouldn't take much stimulation to put me over the edge and into bliss. If that was the price that I had to pay to eat, well, I'm okay with that.

I arched my back attempting the slide the pokey thing into my sex. I was having trouble though. The top of the cage prevented me from raising my backside high enough.

I suddenly froze as realization trickled through me. This dildo was not meant for my sex.

"MMM!" I yelled at Lisianski.

"Easy!" Lisianski whispered. "It's not that bad..."

"MMM!" I yelled again and sank to the floor of the cage with my eyes closed. I hate you Lisianski!

After about five minutes, resigned, I pushed myself back up onto my knees. The pokey thing settled between my cheeks. I slowly adjusted myself until it was nestled just right - pressing so sensitively, then slowly pushed back against it.

It was cool and slick. Not really fat at all or textured in any way. Still, it was solid and I could feel it slip into me and push against my insides as I leaned further back. Finally, I encountered a wider section that seemed to narrow a bit as I pressed into it. When I did I felt a brief spray of liquid at the back of my throat. I tasted chocolate and swallowed.

I leaned forward a bit and then pushed backwards again with a slight grunt. I was rewarded again with a small gulp of nourishment.

Sure. It was the most humiliating thing that I had ever done to myself. But, I had to in order to eat, right? It was kind of mildly stimulating actually. The little finger seemed to push me in a way that sort of worked for me - tickling my fancy in a new and backwards sort of way. I began to push again and developed a little rhythm, grunting and swallowing.

Maybe if I tried a little harder.

Soon, the food was gone, but I kept pushing back harder and harder. Maybe just a little more stimulation would provide a sense of sexual relief that I needed so badly. I heard the table creaking below me, harmonizing with my own feral noises. Fuck you, Lisianski! I pushed back harder. I felt a peal of fire light across my cheeks, but still I didn't stop. My nightly lashing had begun. Fuck you, Lisianski! Fuck you!

Pain and pleasure swarmed through me. I felt I would explode. If only I could... I was a bomb. The lash was the fuse. Catch! Damn you, fuse! Catch! I was going to explode! Just a little more...

I collapsed onto the floor of my cage sweating and wheezing through my nose. The table slowly stopped shaking and tears of frustration formed in my eyes. Frustration... Frustration... Fuck you, Lisianski...

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I awoke in the middle of the night later that week and over heard Lisianski talking to another voice.

"Are we ready to sever Laysan yet?"

"No," Lisianski whispered.

"How much longer? Is the probe working?"

"Soon." Lisianski sounded tired.

I knew that the end was near.