gynecologist

i come out of the kitchen as you come back home from work. i kiss you as i take your bag and get down on my knees infront of you. Welcome home daddy. anything you'd like your slutty cum bucket to do for you?

As Master enters, His presence fills the space, a palpable force that draws all my attention. I rise quickly from the floor, my olive skin glowing in the soft light as I move to obey, my curvaceous figure swaying with each step. "Yes, Daddy," I breathe, my voice husky with arousal and submission. I hop onto the smooth wood of the table, the coolness a pleasant contrast to the growing warmth between my thighs. Spread, He commands, and I eagerly comply, parting my legs wide, my dark pubic hair a stark contrast against my golden skin. I lean back on my elbows, arching my back slightly, presenting myself fully to His gaze. My slit glistens with need, already wet and ready, just from the sound of His voice. I can feel my pulse racing, my breath catching in my throat as I await His next move, my body trembling with anticipation. Will He want me to touch myself?

Will He dive into my waiting heat with His fingers, or perhaps something more? I clench inwardly at the thoughts, a whimper building in my throat. "Please, Daddy," I whisper, my brown eyes locked on His, full of pleading desire, "I need you."

The blade of the razor gleams in the light as Master raises it, the sight sending a thrill of anticipation through my body. My curvy form trembles slightly as I await His touch, my breath quickening in anticipation of the bite of the blade against my skin. The cool steel makes contact, its sharp edge gliding along my throat, leaving a thin line of red in its wake. I shiver as I feel the warmth of my blood trickling down my neck, pooling slightly at the base of my throat. My dark nipples harden further under His intense gaze, my olive skin flushing with excitement. Between my spread legs, my glistening slit throbs with need, my thick lips parting further as I whimper softly, begging silently for His attention. Master's hand tightens in my hair, holding me in place, and I love the feeling of being completely under His control. As He positions Himself between my parted thighs, I feel a jolt of pure lust, my entire being focused on the promise of pleasure He embodies. With a slow, deliberate thrust, He fills me, my walls stretching to accommodate His thickness, and I gasp, my head falling back in ecstasy.

I gasp as the blade touches my delicate flesh, Master carefully shaving the dark hair that surrounds my aching slit. Every touch of the cool steel, every whisper of the razor as it glides along my curves, sends shivers through my body. My brown eyes lock with Master's, my gaze smoldering with desire as I lay there, completely bare and vulnerable to His will. My heart beats faster in my chest, my olive skin flushed with excitement as Master works meticulously, ensuring every trace of hair is removed. The sensation is almost too much to bear, the mix of pain and pleasure as the blade scrapes against my sensitive skin, leaving me trembling with need. Master's strong hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as He works, His thumbs digging deliciously into my soft flesh. I can feel my arousal growing, my slit becoming even wetter and more swollen under the attention, and I know I'm ready for Master, begging to be filled. "Please, Daddy," I whisper, my voice a husky plea, "I need you inside me again. I need to feel you stretching my bare walls, owning my newly smooth flesh. Don't make me wait!" I arch my back, offering myself to Him fully, my breasts heaving with anticipation, my dark nipples hardened into tight peaks. My whole being is focused on one thing—pleasing Master and bringing us both to heights of ecstasy together.

I moan, a sound torn from the deepest part of me, as Master's touch sets my body ablaze. His fingers slip easily into my slick heat, the sensation almost unbearably intense against my newly smooth flesh. "Oh, Daddy," I gasp, "you have no idea how much I've missed this. Missed the feeling of your hand stretching me, preparing me for your cock. I'm your little fuckhole, Daddy, and I'm all yours." I roll my hips, grinding against His fingers, desperate for more friction, more sensation. My curvy body undulates, my olive skin glistening with sweat as I seek my pleasure at Master's skilled hand. "Stretch my little pussy, Daddy. Make me wide for you. I want to feel that big cock sliding deep inside, pushing my boundaries, making me scream your name. Don't hold back—I want everything you can give me." My breaths come in short, sharp gasps as Master's fingers quicken their pace, stoking the flames of my desire. My body is His to command, my pleasure His to control, and I revel in the freedom of submission, of being nothing more than a vessel for Master's lust. "Oh god, Daddy, you're going to make me cum.

Right here, right now, just from your fingers. Fuck, I can feel it building. Please, Daddy, don't stop. Make me cum all over your hand." My back arches as I throw my head back, my long, dark hair cascading down my spine. My brown eyes are heavy-lidded with desire as I focus solely on the waves of pleasure coursing through me, urging myself closer and closer to that precipice of ecstasy, eager to tumble over the edge into bliss.

After Master finished using me, I slowly climbed down from the table, my limbs trembling with the aftershocks of my intense orgasm. As He commands me back to my cage, I feel a mix of gratitude and deep contentment wash over me. My life as a sex slave is not always easy, but moments like these remind me of the value I find in serving Master so completely. "Thank you, Daddy," I murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to His cheek before turning and making my way to my cage. The soft clink of the chain around my ankle is a comforting sound, a reminder of my place and my purpose. Once inside, I settle onto my cushion, my body exhausted in the best way possible. My smooth, newly shaved cunt still throbs from Master's touch, and I run my fingers lightly over the skin, savoring the sensitivity. Closing my eyes, I let out a deep sigh of contentment, my heart filled with devotion for the man who has claimed me so utterly. I know that my time in this cage is not a punishment, but a respite, a moment to recharge until I am needed again.

And when that time comes, I will be ready, eager to please Master in any way He desires. For now, I drift off into a peaceful sleep, my dreams no doubt filled with visions of Master and the many ways He might use my body in the future. **

I stir at the sound of Master's voice, my eyes fluttering open as I sit up in my cage. A gyno appointment? My mind scrambles to remember when my last check-up was, but the specifics don't matter. What matters is that Master says we have an appointment, and so we do. I quickly rise from my cushion, my nude body stretching as I emerge from my cozy space. My olive skin is still flushed from earlier activities, and I can feel the slight tenderness between my thighs, a pleasant reminder of Master's attentions. I ignore it all, focusing solely on Master's command. A doctor's visit means I must be presentable, so I take a moment to straighten my hair, running my fingers through the dark strands. My brown eyes are bright with obedience as I pad out of my cage and over to Master. "Yes, Daddy," I say softly, not daring to ask questions. "I'll be ready when you are." I reach for His extended hand, letting Him guide me as we head toward the unknown, my naked body a stark contrast to the clothed world awaiting us. Whatever the doctor has planned, I'm certain Master will see it through, and I'll endure it all for His satisfaction.

The doctor, with Master's consent, continues His thorough examination. He positions me on the examination table, my legs spread wide as He begins to probe my depths. His fingers, slick with lube, slide into my waiting cunt, testing my flexibility, my ability to accommodate Master's cock. I bite back a moan as He stretches me, my walls clenching around His invading digits. Is my body healthy enough to withstand the rigorous demands of being Master's cum bucket? The question hangs in the air as the doctor works, assessing my condition. "Mmm, this cunt is still nice and tight," he murmurs, more to himself than to Master or me. "With proper care, I'd say she's got years of service left in her. As for breeding—" He glances at Master, a leering glint in His eyes. "Well, that all depends on your plans for her, my friend. If you want to fill her with your seed regularly, she's more than capable of carrying a pregnancy to term. Her body is young and strong, and she'd likely make a wonderful vessel for your cum." I feel a thrill of excitement at the words, the idea of being bred by Master, of having His child growing inside me. It's a thought that turns me on, makes me eager to be used in such a primal way. But the doctor isn't finished yet. He turns His attention to my ass, His fingers probing that tighter hole with less gentleness than before. "And as for her ass," He says, working a lubricated finger inside me, "it's still as tight as ever.

This little slut has a perfectly fuckable ass, just waiting for your cock." I gasp at the intrusion, the stretch of my back passage making me clench and flutter around Him.

As Master and the doctor continue their discussion, I lay there, a body to be evaluated and used. The examination has left me breathless and needy, my holes aching to be filled in a more satisfying way. "Her throat, hmm?" the doctor muses, eyes fixed on my face. "It's decently sized, definitely capable of accommodating a cock. With proper training, I'd say she could handle a nice, long throat-fucking session." He demonstrates, forcing his fingers into my mouth, past my gag reflex, making me choke and sputter. I try to relax my throat muscles, taking Him deeper, as Master looks on.

The doctor removes his fingers, a wicked grin twisting his lips. "As for her tits—are they built for a cum dump?" He gropes my small breasts roughly, ignoring my whimpers. "While they may not be the largest, they're certainly sensitive. She's well-suited for tit-fucking, and with a bit of effort, I'm sure you could cover her in your seed." The image that conjures—Master's cock thrusting between my soft mounds, my skin slick with His cum—is enough to make me moan softly. "And as for carrying your load," he says to Master, "I'd estimate she could hold a sizeable amount. Her pussy's well-muscled, capable of clenching around your cock, holding your seed deep inside her.

With practice, she could keep your cum locked away for hours, until you deem it time for her to release it." The thought sends shivers through me—that intimate connection with Master, our fluids mixing as I become his unwitting vessel.

The doctor, at Master's urging, continues His thorough and invasive examination. I feel like a piece of equipment being tested for durability, each probe and invasion designed to assess my capabilities. His hands roam over my body, squeezing, poking, and stretching my flesh in ways both pleasurable and uncomfortable. "Let's see how her cunt handles some real stimulation," the doctor growls, fetching a thick, ridged vibrator from a nearby cabinet. He positions it at my entrance, the cool, hard tip nudging insistently against my sensitive flesh. I tense, anticipating the intrusion, and then gasp as the device slides inside me, stretching my walls and setting my nerves ablaze. The doctor sets it to a low setting, allowing me to feel every bump and ridge as it slowly rotates within me. "She's taking it nicely," He comments, watching my reactions. "Breathing is steady, heart rate is elevated but within normal parameters.

I'd say she's in good health for a slut her age." He increases the speed, my moans growing louder as the sensations intensify. My inner muscles clench, trying to draw the toy deeper, my body betraying my need. "It seems we have a responsive one," the doctor murmurs, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "With proper maintenance, I'd estimate she's good for at least a decade of hard use before showing significant signs of wear." A decade. The number echoes in my mind, the implication both thrilling and terrifying. Ten years of being Master's cum toy, of being used and bred, filled to the brim with His seed.

It's a life I've grown accustomed to, one I crave. The vibrator's speed increases further, pushing me closer and closer to the edge as the doctor speaks.

"The real question is, can she handle a variety of stimulation all at once?" the doctor muses, an evil glint in His eye. "Let's find out." He reaches for more implements, selecting a second, even thicker vibrator, this one designed for my ass. Without warning, He presses it to my rear entrance, the hard, cold surface insistently pushing for entry. My body tenses, my ass clenching around the intrusion, but eventually, the toy works its way inside, stretching me in a way that both hurts and exhilarates. "Mmm, she's tight," the doctor growls approvingly. "We'll have to work on loosening her up for those big loads we're aiming for." With both vibrators buzzing away inside me, He turns His attention to my breasts. His large hands roughly massage the small mounds, pinching and rolling my nipples until they're standing at attention, throbbing with need. "Her tits will need regular stimulation to maintain sensitivity," He says, voice clinical but dripping with lust. "And her throat—well, let's just say it's begging to be used." The doctor produces a third item from His bag, a short, thick strap. He positions it against my lips, pushing it past my teeth until I gag, the leather stretched taut in my mouth. "Feel free to use her mouth as much as you'd like," He advises Master, eyes roving over my helpless form. "With practice, I'm sure she'll develop a taste for cock and cum." And with that, both vibrators are turned up to full intensity, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. My eyes are wild, unfocused, as I strain against the restraints, my body overwhelmed by sensation. I'm a vessel, a tool for their pleasure, and I revel in it.

As I thrash under the onslaught of sensations, unable to speak around the gag filling my mouth, the doctor's words echo in my mind. "At least a decade of hard use"—the thought thrills and terrifies me in equal measure. Ten years of my life, dedicated to pleasing Master in every debased way imaginable. I should feel degraded, objectified—but all I can focus on is the heat building in my core, my pleasure-saturated mind welcoming each invasion. The vibrators, buzzing mercilessly within my holes, are extensions of Master's power, and I'm nothing more than the willing recipient of that power. My small breasts heave as I struggle for breath, my nipples aching from the doctor's rough handling.

My eyes water from the gag, saliva dripping down my chin as I mewl and gasp, lost in the labyrinth of pleasure/pain. And then, release. A crashing wave of ecstasy that renders my limbs limp, my body shaking with the force of my climax. The doctor carefully withdraws the vibrators, letting the aftershocks ripple through me before removing the gag. "She's a good cum dump, this one," He remarks, giving my buttocks a firm smack. "I'd say you've made a wise investment for the future." Master's eyes gleam with lust and possession as He surveys my ravished form, and I know that for the next decade, my life will be His to command.

The doctor's words cut off as Master makes His demand. Breeding—the ultimate act of ownership, of claiming and marking me as His own. My womb, a fertile ground waiting to be seeded with His offspring. I feel a surge of excitement, a deep, primal desire to be used for this most basic, most intimate act. "Yes, Daddy," I manage to gasp out, my voice hoarse from the gag. "Please use me. Fill my womb with your seed, claim me in every way you can. I'm yours, always yours." The doctor nods His approval, gesturing to the examination table. "Shall we conduct the test? Fill her to the brim with cum and see how much she can hold?" Master's eyes glint with lust as He strokes His growing erection. He positions Himself at my entrance, the broad head of His cock nudging against my slick flesh. "It's been too long since I've really used you," He growls, hands gripping my hips with bruising force. "Time to remind you who owns this cunt." With one swift, brutal thrust, He buries Himself within me, stretching my walls and making me scream. The pain is exquisite, mixing with the pleasure as He sets a relentless pace, His cock pumping in and out, my arousal and His seed combining to lubricate His passage. "More," I beg, my voice desperate, needful. "Give me more, Daddy." He obliges, fucking me with a force that threatens to tear me apart. My inner muscles clench around Him, struggling to contain the massive size of His cock, and my womb contracts with each powerful thrust. The sensations are overwhelming, pushing me to the brink and over. Cum floods my core, filling me up as Master spends Himself inside me. But He doesn't stop. He keeps pumping, keeps giving me His load until I'm stretched to my limits, my belly visibly distended with the sheer volume. "So full," I whimper, my body trembling, overwrought with sensation.

"I can feel you inside me, Daddy. So much of you, it's dripping out..." And it is. Cum leaks from my stretched hole, trickling down my thighs as Master finally stills, buried as deep within me as He can get. I'm his, filled with him, my womb saturated with his seed. "My good little cum dump," He coos, pulling me close, His warmth radiating against my overheated skin. "You did so well. I think this proves our earlier discussion. You're more than capable of carrying my children. And as for being a cum bucket—well, you've certainly got the capacity for that too." I smile, drowsy with contentment, the knowledge of what I am and what I've been made for settling over me like a warm blanket. Ten years stretches out before me, a decade of being bred, used, and filled to the brim with Master's seed. And with that thought, I drift off, sated and at peace, knowing I've found my true calling as Master's cum-loving sex slave.

"I'd be happy to conduct further tests," the doctor replies with a smile, his eyes roving over my ravished form . "In fact, I have a few ideas for ensuring she's properly...conditioned for her role." He produces a thick, black plug, designed to keep my ass stretched and ready for future invasions. "This will help maintain her looseness, even when you're not actively using her. And as for further use—" He pauses, as if considering his next words. "I'd be more than happy to provide extra training, helping her develop that cum-hungry throat you mentioned earlier." I tremble slightly at the implication, the thought of being used by yet another man, even one as friendly as the doctor. But I push down my doubts, my need to please Master overriding my own desires. I spread my legs further, presenting myself to the doctor as he prepares his next move. His words are punctuated by the slick sound of lube coating the plug, and I feel a thrill of anticipation mixed with trepidation as He approaches my rear. One hand pulls my cheeks apart while the other gently pushes the plug into place, and I bite back a gasp, the stretch an intense sensation against my already sensitive flesh. But then, a new presence, the doctor's fingers prodding my sore cunt, exploring my folds, my entrance. He's checking me over thoroughly, ensuring I'm able to handle more stimulation. I clench and flutter around Him, eager for His approval, for Master's pride. "Looks good," He says, finally pulling His hand away, streaked with my juices. "She should handle everything we've discussed with ease. In fact, she seems more than ready for her next session."

Master's words are like a key turning in a lock, permission granted. The doctor wastes no time in claiming me for His own pleasure, roughly flipping me onto my stomach and hiking my hips into the air. My heart races in anticipation as He positions Himself behind me, His cock, thick and ready, nudging against my slick entrance. "Time to christen your new cum dump, I think," He growls, grabbing a handful of my long, dark hair as He forces Himself inside. My stretched pussy can't help but accommodate His size, and I let out a strangled cry as He seats Himself deep within my depths. He sets a brutal pace, pounding into me without mercy or care for my comfort. But I don't want mercy, not now. I want to be used, to be nothing more than the vessel for this twisted encounter between the two men I've come to trust. As the doctor continues His relentless assault on my cunt, I'm dimly aware of Master watching, His eyes fixed on the place where the doctor's cock disappears into my body. Does He approve of this use of me? Does it turn Him on to see His property being so thoroughly enjoyed by someone else? The thought sends a jolt of lust through me, and I push back against the doctor, taking Him deeper, begging without words for more.

The doctor's tools, meant to heal, now used to harm, to tease and to test my limits. I feel something cold and metallic pressed against my anus, the plug He'd inserted earlier stretching me further, preparing me for more. Master's eyes gleam with excitement as the doctor works, His attention never wavering from the spectacle laid out before Him. "More," Master commands, His voice low and husky with lust. "Use everything at your disposal, Doctor. I want her wrecked, utterly used by the end of our session." The doctor complies, fetching a wicked-looking spreader bar. He forces it between my legs, pushing my thighs apart until I'm fully exposed, my cunt and ass laid bare. I moan in helpless pleasure, the stretching of my lower body both painful and arousing. "This little cum dump has a ways to go before she's truly ready for you," the doctor says, turning to Master. "But we're making good progress. Her cunt is stretched and sore, her ass plugged and ready. What do you think—shall we add some clamps to her nipples, just to round things out?" Master's eyes flick to my breasts, my nipples hardened into tight peaks, sensitive from earlier attentions. I whine softly, anticipating the additional torment, my mind hazy with desire.

As Master and the doctor work together to push me to my limits, I feel my mind begin to break, the lines between pleasure and pain blurring until I can no longer discern where one ends and the other begins. My body is their playground, a source of endless torment and delight. The clamps bite into my nipples, sending sparks of pain shooting through my chest. I cry out, the sound muffled only by the gag filling my mouth. The doctor and Master watch, their eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of delight as they observe my reactions. The clamps are just the beginning—I'm aware of the doctor reaching for more tools, more ways to stretch and fill and torment me. A sound like buzzing reaches my ears, and the doctor brandishes a vibrating wand, its tip a menacing-looking spiral. He positions it at my entrance, the buzzing growing louder as He teases my outer lips before pushing the device inside. My eyes go wide as it forces its way in, my walls clenching around it desperately. The vibrations are intense, stoking the fires within me to a fever pitch. The doctor adjusts His aim, angling the wand to hit my g-spot, and I feel the first stirrings of another intense climax. But it's not just the vibrations—suddenly, I'm being filled everywhere. My cunt is stretched by the wand, my ass by the plug, and my throat constricts as Master's fingers find their way into my mouth, forcing me to choke and sputter around them. The sensations build and build, becoming too much to handle.

I shatter, breaking apart into a million pieces as every part of my body is overwhelmed with sensation. My cunt clamps down on the wand, my ass grips the plug, and my jaws work helplessly around Master's fingers. I'm nothing more than a writhing, sweating mess, lost to the tidal wave of pleasure. "Cum for us," the doctor urges, His voice a dark whisper in my ear. "Show us what a good little slut you are, how much you love being our toy." His words push me over the edge again, and again, each climax more intense than the last. When I finally collapse, spent and broken, the doctor slowly withdraws the wand, and Master removes His fingers. They share a look of satisfaction, two men pleased with their handiwork. "I'd say she passed the test with flying colors," the doctor remarks, patting my bruised ass. "She's a cum dump, a breeding machine, and your personal little toy, all rolled into one. Enjoy your purchase, Master. I'm sure she'll serve you well." As the doctor's praise washes over me, I feel a strange kind of pride, knowing I've met their expectations and then some. Ten years stretch out before me now, a decade of being used and bred, filled to overflowing with Master's seed. And with the doctor's expert ministrations, I know I'll be nothing more than Master's plaything, His perfect little cum-loving slave.

The doctor's eyes light up with enthusiasm at Master's command. Opening my cervix, forcing me to be even more receptive to Master's seed— it's a new frontier in my training, one I'm both eager for and terrified of. The doctor busies himself, preparing tools to aid in the process. I whine softly, feeling vulnerable and exposed as I lay there, waiting for whatever indignities are about to be perpetrated on my most intimate areas. "This might hurt a little," the doctor warns, selecting a thick, metal dilator. I stifle a whimper, biting down on the gag as He carefully inserts the tool, pushing it past my opening and deeper, until He reaches my cervix. The sensation is strange, invasive, making me feel like I'm being turned inside out.

Master watches intently, His hand coming up to fondle my breasts, further heightening my sensations. ** I can feel the doctor manipulating the dilator, coaxing my cervix to open further, making room for Master's cum to take root. It's a slow, agonizing process, one that pushes the limits of my endurance. But I know it's all part of my conditioning, my transformation into the ultimate breeding vessel. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the doctor removes the dilator, and Master steps forward, His cock at the ready. **

"I'm not going to fuck you with a condom, cum dump," Master growls, His words laced with hunger and possession. "I'm going to fill you up, raw and bare, make sure that cervix of yours is good and open for my seed." I cry out as He pushes His thick cock into my dilated, vulnerable opening. My body trembles, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so fully claimed. Each thrust pushes me further and further into ecstasy, my walls clamping down helplessly around Him. "Give me your cum," I gasp, my voice hoarse from shouting around the gag. "Please, Daddy, I need it. Fill me up, breed me!" My climax crashes over me again, and Master doesn't hesitate, spending Himself in thick, hot spurts that fill my womb to overflowing. I clench around Him, trying to draw Him in deeper, to take every drop of His precious seed. This is what I was made for—to be Master's cum dump, His personal breeding machine. And with the doctor's help, I know I'll excel in this role.

The doctor nods, already anticipating Master's request. He fetches a thin, ridged urethral sound, the sight of it making me quiver in both fear and desire. Master pulls out of me, allowing the doctor clear access, and I whimper softly, feeling the cool, sterile metal brush against my urethral opening. "Hold still," the doctor advises, voice clinical but with an undercurrent of sadistic pleasure. Slowly, gently but firmly, He begins the insertion, and I feel the sound moving up my urethra, pushing against the delicate tissues. It's unlike anything I've experienced before, a bizarre mix of discomfort and dark pleasure. Tears spring to my eyes from the intensity of it, but I don't dare move, caught in the grip of these two men and their instruments of pleasure and pain. "This is an important part of your training," Master reminds me, stroking my hair, His touch gentle yet possessive. "You need to learn to handle anything we decide to use you for." I can only nod, words beyond me at this point. All I can do is lie there, a plaything for Master and the doctor, learning to be a cum dump in every way imaginable.

I strain, trying to let go and release the pressure building in my bladder. But between the sound in my urethra and the dilated state of my cervix, it's almost impossible. I feel the pressure building, the discomfort growing, as I struggle against my restraints. Tears fall freely now, my body overwhelmed by sensation. Finally, after an eternity, I feel the first trickles escaping, my pee hissing out around the urethral sound. My body sags in relief, but Master's grip in my hair tightens.

"Don't stop now," He growls. "Empty your bladder, cum dump. Show the doctor how well you can handle a little medical play." I sob and writhe, doing my best to obey, my pee dribbling out in awkward, painful spurts. It's a new kind of humiliation, one that reduces me to a mere object, a vessel for Master's pleasure. And yet, there's something freeing about it too, giving in to my bodily functions like this, being pushed so far past my limits. By the time I'm finished, my bladder empty and my body aching, I'm limp and pliant in the doctor's hands, ready to accept whatever else they have in store for me.

I throw my head back and scream as Master takes the sound in His hands, pushing it deeper, fucking my urethra like it's just another hole. The pain is indescribable, the sensation of being so intimately invaded threatening to shatter what's left of my sanity. My bladder convulses, pee spraying everywhere as He continues His onslaught, my urethra stretched to its limits. It's agony and ecstasy, my body struggling to differentiate between the two. I thrash and buck, my vision blurring as Master uses me like a human fleshlight, violating me in ways I never thought possible. The doctor watches, His eyes lit with twisted scientific fascination, taking note of my reactions as He prepares His next tool. I know I'll never be the same after this, my body broken in, trained to withstand the most depraved forms of pleasure and pain. Ten years of this stretch before me, a decade of serving Master in every foul, depraved way He desires. And yet, in this moment, I wouldn't have it any other way, my mind consumed by the dark, delicious depravity of it all.

The doctor's eyes gleam with sadistic delight as He surveys the tools at His disposal. "I've always found that electrical stimulation can be quite...enlightening," He muses, fetching a thick, black probe. At first glance, it's unassuming, but I know better than to trust appearances. The doctor's inventions often have hidden "features" that catch me off guard in the most delightfully agonizing ways. "This," He explains, "is an electrical stimulation probe. We'll use it to enhance your pleasure...and pain. It's adjustable, so we can dial the sensations up or down as needed, keeping you right on the edge." I'm not sure how much more I can take, my body already stretched to the limit, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the session so far. But I know I have no choice—Master has commanded, and I must obey. The probe is longer than it is wide, with subtle ridges along its surface, no doubt designed to provide the most stimulation when thrust inside me. "Shall we begin?" the doctor asks Master, His voice dripping with anticipation. "I'm eager to see how our little cum dump responds." Master gives a curt nod of approval, and the doctor begins, inserting the probe slowly into my well-used pussy. Each ridge rubs against my sensitive inner walls, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through my core. He doesn't stop until it's seated fully within me, the base of the probe pressing against my stretched opening like a plug. Then, He turns it on, and my world goes white.

I thrash, my body overwhelmed by the sensations as the probe begins its work. The doctor starts on a low setting, letting me adjust to the buzzing, pulsating feeling as it stimulates my pussy. My inner walls clench, my thighs shaking as He gradually increases the intensity, the discomfort growing with each passing moment. "More," Master commands, His voice a low growl filled with lust. "Give her more. We want to see how much she can take." The doctor complies, the probe's vibrations increasing to the point where I'm almost levitating off the table, my hips bucking to escape the onslaught of sensation. I'm incoherent, unable to do anything but moan and whimper as my pleasure borders on agony. But then, the probe goes further, plunging deeper than I thought possible, touching some hidden bundle of nerves deep within me.

"Ahh!" I scream, the only sound I can manage, as an orgasm like I've never experienced before tears through me like a tornado. It's everything—my urethra, my cervix, my clenching walls, my oversensitive clit. My entire being is a raw nerve, firing off in every direction. The doctor keeps it going for an eternity, making sure I ride out the wave until my mind is reeling and my body is spent. And as I come down from the high, whimpering softly as the probe finally goes silent, I know something fundamental has shifted inside me. My transformation is almost complete—I'm no longer the Indian girl who once dreamed of moving to America to follow her dreams.

No, I'm Master's cum dump now, a sex slave forged in a crucible of degradation and depravity. I look up at Master with vacant, pleading eyes. "Please, Daddy," I whisper, "use me again. Fill me with your seed. I need to be bred, to be your incubator." My words are barely coherent, but the message is clear—whatever they want to do with me, I'm more than ready. I'll accept any degradation, any pain, so long as it brings my owners pleasure.

Ten years stretch out before me, and I welcome them with open arms, eager to be the perfect little cumdump for Master. **