– finding ones self in the hands of your worst enemy…

Dammia’s revenge over Osilai and her past transgressions

Pairings: Osilai/ Dammia 

Summary: Dammia’s revenge over Osilai and her past transgressions by way of forced servitude as a sex slave

Warnings: NonCon, Enslavement, Bondage, Inflation, Domination, Latex, Rape, Humiliation

Dammia belongs to @biconichatcheteer  

all the juicy details below the cut~

Dammia had been having an overwhelmingly dull month. The carnival was growing, fine. Yes, her personal projects were going as planned. They’d even found some new jade bloods wandering around nearby, and given them a more suitable job, as opposed to wasting their lives and wandering around in search of their “higher call”. Dammia had overseen their re-education personally, and they were currently the most attractive attractions at her carnival, with all of the subordinate subjugulators, and even some of the more cooperative slaves enjoying their company from time to time… But despite a healthy amount of growth, she still felt stagnant, and bored… Well, until she took a walk around her lands and spied something very familiar, and extremely interesting…

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After all, guests were at any carnival, but guests that the Mistress knew personally? Now that was a special kind of treat… And it looked as though Osilai was dumbly following the crowd along to the midnight performance at the Public Toy tent. A performance she knew quite well, seeing as it featured not only the three new jade bloods, but a small team of personally picked purples and blues to show the crowd exactly what kinds of things the three new additions could take, and give, after her time training them. She followed the teal bitch at a distance, determined to not only see her reaction to such a show, but to convince her to stay for a while, herself… one way or another, anyway.

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Osilai was having a fun time unwinding from her hypersexualised store life, and nothing seemed more sexless then the hyper religious carnival clowns and their carnivals, at least, most of the carnivals she had been to lately. however, it seemed to Osilai that the ring master of this carnival may have had a more corrupted world view when she walked in to the the tent marked “Public Toys” and saw some trussed-up Jade bloods giving a performance that looked like a screen shot from a porno that the teal blood had watch recently.

“oh my, this looks like a lot of fun~” she murmured to herself, moving through the thinning crowd to view the trolls on display. feeling her neither’s get a bit wet at the sight of subjugated Jades

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As Dammia beckoned her more attentive flock to shuffle aside, and let Osilai through, to a prime front row seat, the purple blood herself slipped inside quietly. With a crook of her fingers, two of the largest Indigo Trolls flanked her, and she wound up standing directly behind the unwitting offender in her tent. She crooked her head towards one of the larger Trolls next to her, and the imposing looking figure stepped between Osilai and her view of the public toys being played with for her flock’s enjoyment,

“Don’t think I’ve seen you in a service before… New convert?” The juggernaut of a woman asked, crossing her arms and sneering down at the teal blood. “Or maybe you’re one of the Lady’s projects, out for a walk on one of your days off?”

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The second Indigo slid in on the other side, letting Dammia take a step back to observe as the two underlings occupied Osilai’s attention.

“If you’re a new convert, you’re dressed all wrong…Your caste’s purpose isn’t to go around looking like a living pail. Unless you’re a jade, only pretending to be higher than you are.” The second troll said, his face cracking with a sadistic smirk. “That’s lesson number one in the church… Every caste to a cause, and every Troll in their place… Surely you haven’t forgotten that, have you? Those three in the ring are just now finishing their induction, before being assigned to their new life. It’s only those who are properly re-educated teals and higher that are supposed to be in here, right now. Newcomers have to wait for the next show.”

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Osilai looked down at her casual attire, consisting of a pair of jeans, a cropped dark shirt and a pair of comfortable sneakers. Then looked up at the two imposing she-clowns with a raised eyebrow.

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“haven’t a clue what you mean there, loves, im just here enjoying the sights… guess I wandered in the wrong are, you know you should leave some actual barriers to keep the common folk out if you don’t want them here”

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The Teal blood retorted, keeping her fear in check in the face of the two juggernauts, knowing if she became meek in front of them, it will definitely not end well, at least standing up for herself, it might not end well.

“so just what is the rightful place for teal bloods? I must have missed the memo” she added with a smirk. Hoping that the rumours were false and clowns could not smell fear.

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“Heheheheh… Well, there’s a few ‘positions’ for pretty midbloods like you. Not quite low enough to be useless slaves and menial servants. Not quite tough enough to be hunters for the troupe. But just nice enough to be useful as… Stress relief.” The larger woman said, chuckling to herself and leaning in close, running her fingers through Osilai’s hair and taking a sniff, before turning and gesturing to her companion, who gripped the teal woman’s other arm just firmly enough to not be shaken off too easily.

“If you ask us nicely, we can show you a more in depth ‘lesson’ on your rightful place… Or better yet, we can take you to the Lady, and she’ll induct you herself. She’s always looking for new meat, and she seems to think you’re worth the trouble of building from the ground up. Doesn’t that sound nice?” The second Indigo said, his voice scratchy and low as he seems to glance behind Osilai, towards, Dammia, but catches the teal blood’s chin to keep her from looking too soon. “The alternative, is that you’ve got to pay an admission fee. And we’re more than happy to take what’s owed from cute little morsels like you~”

While it was true that Indigos couldn’t smell fear, these two were certainly acting like they knew Osilai was skittish, and capitalizing on that fact. Then again, when their superior was literally ten yards away, watching on, they had to put on an extra special show of will and force.

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Well shit… that failed spectacularly… can still save it though and get out of here while im still walking straight. Osilai thought, wincing at how tightly she was being held by the much larger troll, and being creeped out by the speaking troll touching her and deeply invading her personal space to effectively intimidate her, and it was working.

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The speaker catching her chin broke her concentration on the escape plans she was forming and forced her to take on what she was saying, a choice, meet the ring master of the carnival and let them attempt to break her… the speaker said she so osilai was now imagining troll amazon clown the size of a building. Or go with these juggernauts and ‘pay the admission fee’. So meet the mistress of the ring or a gangbang…

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“well love, im sorry to disappoint a strapping thing like yourself, but ruining my tight ass on your admission price is just not appealing to me, I think I will take this to the management~”

Osilai replied, keeping her voice as level as she could. Opting for the devil she didn’t know then to deal with these two massive trolls, it was her day off, and she didn’t want to spend it being impaled on clown dick. Maybe she could reason with the mistress of the ring she was yet to meet.

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“Oh, I’m so glad to hear that. I do so enjoy hearing direct feedback from our newcomers.” Dammia purred dangerously, stepping close enough to press a dagger to Osilai’s back, the Troll horn handle a flash of warm colors, in a tent otherwise tinted cold and cruel purples and blues. The two mountains of muscle in front of Osilai cracked wicked grins, and some of the audience began to chuckle, as the centre ring show continued on, and the only thing to ease the tension was the sounds of sex, and even that was muffled by the plug gags that the jade bloods all wore.

“Please… Let’s continue this inside my office.” Dammia continued, reaching out and grabbing Osilai’s chin from behind, choking her slightly in the process, but turning her head to face her eye to eye, and letting her see just who would be controlling her fate, now that she’d chosen to go the ‘easy route’. “Hello, bitch. Do you remember me?” She asked, before one of the two larger Trolls shoved a gag into Osilai’s mouth, and the other one wrenched her arms behind her, cuffing them in place so that she couldn’t escape. At least, not without a miracle…

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Osilai’s act of false bravado slipped completely at the sound of the purple bloods voice, she never expected to hear it outside of her BDSM dungeon safely locked in tight binds, to hear the troll that cursed her at every moment while the teal blood had her imprisoned made her cold blood freeze over anew, Why the hell is Dammia here? the Teal blood thought franticly, forgetting that one would find psychotic purple bloods pretty easily in a carnival, and she was very aware, she picked a fight with a ring master when she was hired to hold the purple blood pressing a blade into the teal bloods back for a week or more of BDSM torture.

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Of course this carnival had to be under her enemy’s rule…

Osilai stared wide eyed at Dammia, forming her retort to the high born momentarily before she was silenced and bound, her thoughts in a panic that she didn’t have the presence of mind to lash out with her psionics until her arms were roughly pulled behind her back and her ears picked up the loud metallic click of the heavy cuffs closing on her supple wrists. It was only then, did she realise how much trouble she was in, as a ball gag was tied in place she attempted use her cryo-kinetics on the cuffs to facilitate her release only to cry out in muffled pain as electricity ignited in her mind, almost causing the teal blood to pass out from the surprise shock.

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“Such a pity… I’d thought she was more intelligent than to resist. Oh well. Boys, take her to my hive on the hill. You two have earned a special reward for your work in helping me find this particular specimen. And to celebrate, all of my lovely carnies… Once the fine strong stallions in the ring are done with the new toys, I officially open the three new recruits up for public use! Remember, push and shove to get the best place, and leave them mostly unharmed… They’re your entertainment for the banquet in three weeks time.” Dammia instructed, her charismatic voice and calm demeanor a harsh contrast to the less than lucid attitudes of her peers, barely controlled chos, reined in only by Dammia’s firm hand. She left the tent, continuing her rounds as the two subjugglators took the unconscious upstart to her hive, and placed her in a very special chamber, secured in a new set of bonds that would leave her lying spread eagle on a stainless steel slab in the middle of a pure white room. Only one way in, or out, and that was through a door that almost meshed in seamlessly with the wall, and the shine of a one way observation mirror to the side.

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The Goons were long gone when the fire in Osilai’s mind finally died down, leaving her teetering on the edge of consciousness. Whatever countermeasures that were in those cuffs left her too weak to fend off or struggle against being tied down. She was still clothed, aside her boots that the goons took while locking her ankles to the slab that now chilled her back.

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Cursing her dress sense for wearing a crop top, Osilai looked around at her surroundings, seeing what her surroundings were and cuseing her luck once more.

–

Well this is gonna be a bad day, last she saw of Dammia was dropping her off in a latex body bag at the front gates of a carnival, far, far away from the local ones neat her shop. After using the portal separators to re attach her horns. And applying a barcode on her ass that when scanned lead to a web site that showed video footage of her BDSM session.

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And now here she lay, the waiting prisoner of the same woman that really, really hated her… maybe she had a black quad mate she didn’t realise she had?

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Dammia took her time, following after the goons. So it was several hours more of uncomfortable waiting, before finally arriving outside the holding room Osilai was being kept in. She smiled to herself, taking a moment to look over her captive’s expression. A touch of fear. Some trepidation. And of course, that look of confusion in her eyes, both at her situation, and what was going to come next. Snapping her fingers, she summoned one of the lab assistants she kept around the hive, this one another Teal blood, covered head to toe in skin tight white latex, and wearing a face mask to obscure who was within. The only tell-tale sign that this assistant had worked her way up from being one of Dammia’s slaves was the cut off and smoothed over bumps where her horns once were. The same horns that now served as the handles for two of her knives. She sent the assistant in with some medical shears, to cut away the troublesome clothing that Osilai still wore, and made sure that when the door was opened, that her captive could see her standing there, smiling at her, before leaving the assistant to her work, and watching from behind the one way mirror.

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The moment Osilai heard the bolts on the door unlock her head shot up to look at the door as it opened, her eyes alight with a mix of anger and fear. Both of which intensified as the part of the wall revealed to be the only means of entry swung wide open to reveal the object of her ire and a new form of terror to haunt her dreams.

There stood Dammia, whom if Osi ever got out of this intact, was going to subject that whore to a fate far worse than her last trip to Osilai’s dungeon. But to Dammias Left, stood a white latex clad troll, who’s identity was completely obscured by a mask and hood in the same stark white latex as her suit. The only colours adorning the Latex figure were the dark purple lenses over her eyes and the teal line work decorating her form.

A teal blood slave to Dammia? That’s was Osilai’s best guess as she also noted the trolls smooth scalp with nary a hint or trace of her horns. Something she knew was a act of dominance on dammias part to remove…

At that thought she suddenly feared for her own snowflakes atop her head as the anonymous troll stepped in to the room with a pair of shears.

“what! You wanna piece of this slut!?!”

She cried out, more to Dammia who was still at the door then to the approaching Latex Slave.

“Let me out of this now an I promise I won’t beat your ass to badly!”

She continued, forgetting her fear for a moment as the door closed once more, fitting seamlessly with the wall once more. As the bound girl was going to turn her obscenities to the slave, her words were literally cut short by said slave pressing the polished shears to osilai’s teal lips, a definite threat to stop talking as the shears slid off her chin and down her chest, cutting her shirt as it moved, exposing her breasts to the cold air within moments and moment later, her shirt was completely gone. the shining blades were not done yet however, sliding over her belly and under the edge of her tight fitting pants.

“Nnn..noo…”

Osilai started to protest but cut herself short at the sharp glance from the slave before she set to work at cutting the pants from Osilai’s body, again taking only moments to leave the teal blood naked on the steel slab, the cold metal making her shiver as much as the fear.

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Dammia watched the whole ordeal, making a mental note to allow the slave in question to have a ‘vacation’ of her choice, within the carnival grounds. What this meant in practice, was that she could go through the tents like any purple or blue blood, without fear of being ‘used’ by said highbloods, even as she enjoyed the ‘attractions’ she had laid out for her higher ups. But that could wait until after this all was done. She pressed the button on the doorway to the room, stepping inside with naught but a remote control in one hand, and a dagger, adorned with the shorn horns of the slave before Osilai in the other.

“Hush now… You’ll disturb the other specimens.” She said coolly, activating the shock feature on Osilai’s collar, and sending an electric arc through the mouthy Teal blood’s body for a moment or two, before turning it off and handing the remote to the gagged and nearly faceless teal slave next to her.

“If she gets too loud, hit the button in the middle.” She instructs the slave, stroking her smooth head, before turning her attention to Osilai, an pressing the dagger to the swell of her tit.

“I’m glad you got to meat Heavok, here… She was one of my first long term projects, you know… I spent the better part of a sweep on her, every single day, until she was a perfectly obedient thing for me to command… But you don’t have to worry about that… I want your mind intact. I want you to experience everything I do to you, for now. After all, it was you, I believe, who wanted me to be a ‘common use breeding bucket whore’, in your words. And don’t think for a moment, that I’ve forgotten about how you treated me for that week, Osilai. Your choice to target me, or not, you were the one who followed through. So I’ll teach you what it really is to be a toy for someone more powerful. Won’t that be fun?” Dammia asked, tracing the tip of the blade over the bound woman’s curves, pressing gently into her tits, not enough to draw blood, but enough to scare the teal woman before her.

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Osilai cried out in pain as the voltage coursed through her body, leaving the thought process black for several moments that when the world came back in to focus, a blade was now trailing over her body, and the implied threats it held caught her up in the conversation.

“y-you think you can break m-me bitch?”

She stuttered, not quiet out of fear, more due to her muscles still twitching and convulsing from the electric shock.

She eyed the latex gimp and the control she had before venomously glaring back at Dammia.

 

 

“Break you?” Dammia asks, smiling from ear to ear. “No… Not as you are, now… For now, I expect you only to try and learn, and to stay quiet… Later, however… I will train you. One way or another.” She mutters, gesturing to her slave, and motioning for her to kneel between Osilai’s thighs, her gagged mouth being freed with a deft flick of Dammia’s wrist, and uncovering a mouth, held open by a rung gag, and an eager to please tongue, lolling out of the abused teal slave’s mouth, drool already dripping from the tip of her tongue as she leaned in and began to service Osilai, as Dammia exited the room briefly, and returned with a rolling cart in tow, covered but no doubt carrying several unpleasant ‘surprises’ that would offset whatever pleasure she could gain in that short moment of oral worship.

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“I’d like to see yo—ooooHH GOG!”

Osilai’s retort turned in to a loud moan at the ministrations of the latex clad slave, she was certainly very skilled at licking at her nook, causing her to writhe in pleasure as the slave worked, thoroughly distracting Osilai from Dammia’s departure and return.

“Hnnngg, yess lick it slut”

Osilai moaned, deciding to enjoy this as much as possible in hopes it pissed Dammia off.

–

Dammia smiled, despite the lewd lowblood’s enjoyment of her doll. With a snap of her fingers, she summoned the latex bound woman to heel beside her, standing next to the purpleblood as if nothing had happened, even as Dammia approached Osilai and pulled the covering from the rolling tray.

“Now, now… None of that crude language. True, she is little more than a dressed up doll, that I do admittedly use for ‘entertainment’ at some of my parties… But take a good look at her, Osilai… That is your future. At least, a good amount of it. We’ll see how you hold up to the training process. Who knows. You may even manage to escape without being completely brainwashed… But I wouldn’t count on it. Your admission fee for interloping on my Carnival is two weeks as my new ‘toy’. One week for admission fee. One week to make things right from that time. A fair price, don’t you think?” Dammia monologued, picking up some of the piercing tools and expertly sterilising Osilai’s bare teat, driving the needle through one, straight up and down, then starting on the other. While she was busy turning the teal blood’s chest into a pincushion, the ‘nurse’ walked off to the side, grabbing a ring gag and a set of tongs, with which to grab hold of Osilai’s tongue once her jaw was properly propped open.

“Now… To give you a ring, or a barbell…. They’d both be connected to the chains; I suppose… But which will look better on you?” Dammia pondered out loud, talking to Osilai as if she was a personal project, rather than a person.

–

Despite it being Dammia that was talking, Osilai was more transfixed on the nurse, the threat … or promise of Osilai being clad in such a garb made her feel horrified, and a little excited, dam she love the look of latex, but the cost of putting that suit on… was chilling.

Osilai could only groan incoherently in response with her tongue held fast in the nurse’s tonges as she felt the stinging pain in her nipples, which both deeply pissed her off and aroused her to her own shame. her light teal bulge that she had been holding back to keep it from being a target finally slipped from her folds in to the cold air.

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“I think a ring will be more useful. Might even keep you from using that foul mouth for useless things like talking back, as well.” Dammia muttered, nodding to the latex covered ‘nurse’, who bowed her head and put the barbell piercing down while her owner drove a larger than average needle through Osilai’s tongue. As the nurse fit the bound woman with her new piercings (rings in her tits and through her tongue), Dammia took a step back to once more get a good look at her prey. “I also need to find a good spot to really leave an ‘impression’ on you. One that you can’t simply write off as a ‘creative change’, like your piercings will likely be explained away, upon your release… No, I’m thinking I’ll return the favour of that ugly tattoo you left on me with a brand… But where to put it? Here?” She wondered out loud, noticing the writhing bulge but choosing to ignore it for now, instead placing a cold metal branding rod against the skin just above her nook, then turning Osilai’s face to the side so that the bound woman was face to face with the ‘nurse’ again, and the brand was pressed to her cheek. “Or here…. Maybe I’ll just place it in the same spot that you left your mark on me…”

The ‘nurse’ gestured to Dammia subtly, distracting the purple blooded sadist from her mutterings, and silently requesting some more time to try and tend to the newly pierced piece of meat before things began to ramp up and the reeducation began. The highblood smirked, patting the slave’s cheek affectionately and turning to Osilai. “You’re lucky. I’m in no rush, and it seems that for all your many faults, you are at least interesting enough that this pet wants a bit more playtime with you. Since she’s earned a reward for her performance in the tents, last light, I’ll allow it. But you’ve earned no such reward, so we’ll have to ensure that you don’t get too ahead of yourself.” She said with a sick grin, pulling a menacing looking hinged metal ring from the cart, and clamping it around the base of Osilai’s bulge, and fidgeting with a small remote control. “If you start to get too close to ‘finishing’, be warned that the bulge ring you’re wearing is a modified shock collar, and if you get too close too often, then it does have some needles inside that will inject your bulge with a numbing agent that will spread to your nook. You’ll feel pain, or else nothing. Consider self control your first lesson, and this plaything here will be your teacher, and a glimpse at your immediate future… Enjoy yourself, toy. I’m going to get the equipment ready for heating up the brand.” And with that, Dammia unbuckled the hood that the ‘nurse’ wore, so that her toy could enjoy its reward at its own pace, and Osilai could get a better glimpse at what would become of her.

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Osilai initially responded with a hiss as her tongue was skewered and fitted with the new rings, her ability to try and curse the ring master now severely hindered.
Before osilai could try though, the cold blue steel bulge ring clasped around her teal bulge tightly enough to press in and impede blood flow slightly. So that with in moments constriction had caused her bulge to thicken and veins pulsate powerfully due to lack of blood flow and in turn made her now slightly darkened teal tendril to become all the more sensitive. Distracting Osilai a bit from her tormentors explanation, not that she was really listening as he was more transfixed on the nurse as her O-ring gag gimp hood was being untied to reveal the features of what Dammia was alluding to being her ‘future’. As the hood came off Osilai noted first off that Dammia’s teal bloods was once rather beautiful with fair features and supple skin, until Dammia had branded both cheeks with with her sign and painted Bigtop Bucket in what looked like purple lipstick. Dammia had also pierced her tongue with the same kind ring that now ran through Osilai’s own oral muscle. But the most frightful part about the nurse trolls visage, was the that what ever horns that the nurse once had been filed down to her scalp which were now visibly framing a strip of hair down the centre of her scalp which was pulled back in to a pony tail.

Now released the nurse leaned sown with a cold hunger in her cold uncaring eyes as she closed in on Osilai’s exposed nook and begun to drag her ringed tongue over her labia and constricted shaft. Causing Osilai to moan unintelligibly as Dammia left the room, leaving the bound troll to her torturous pleasure.

‘fuck, branding is gonna be a pain to fix when I get out of here, but at least I’ll have a good time…’

Osilai thought as she decided to spite Dammia and enjoy her nurses treatment, feeling her pleasure rise and grow close to orgasm, her captors pet watching her through almost innocent eyes as her tongue ring was buried in Osilai’s nook as Osilai suddenly arched her back and unintelligible howl erupted from the former ice queen as her encroaching orgasm triggered the shock function of her bulge ring and stabbed her sensitive appendage with tiny needles that delivered the pleasure numbing agent and wracked Osilai with agony for the duration of the average orgasm before tapering off where Osilai began to feel pleasure once more, her tormentors pet still eating out her wet nook, trying to being her back to the brink once more to repeat the process, again and again, each time Osilai tried harder to hold out longer to avoid the intense pain  that followed the ecstasy produced by the nurse’s masterful tongue.

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Dammia watched, from behind a two way mirror, as her ‘pet’ continued to torment the teal bitch with pleasure, chuckling to herself as she let the torment drag on for about a half hour. 30 minutes of expert teasing, pain, numbness, humiliation, denial, and frustration. She’d let it go on longer, but didn’t want to risk Osilai somehow finding a way to wriggle out of the bulge ring, or worse, turning into such a quick shot that she managed to get off before the electric shock could do its job. As she walked back into the room, another faceless ‘nurse’ wheeling in a small, covered cart, with a handle sticking up from a hole in the top of the covering of what was undoubtedly a mobile charcoal pit, Dammia snapped her fingers, bringing the orally obsessed slave to heel… Literally. With the first nurse now kneeling beside Dammia’s leg, her face smeared with Osilai’s shade of arousal, Dammia approached her captive once more, trailing her nails over the twitching member, sprouting up almost angrily from between Osilai’s legs. “Mmmmm… Seems like someone had a good time… But just know, your pleasure isn’t even a thought in my mind, so don’t get too used to it… Ready for your mark, my soon to be bucket slut?” She asked, leaning in and kissing Osilai’s cheek, teasingly, even as her hands continued to stroke and scratch lightly over the teal shaft between them. “If you can manage to beg me nicely, I might even let you pick a spot. Otherwise…. I’m thinking that I’ll leave my mark right here~ So that everyone you pail, knows who you really belong to… What say you, fresh meat?” She asks, a fingertip tracing a circle right above the hood of her bulge, at the top of her neatly shaved nook.

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osilai gave a pained whimper as she squirmed in her bindings. Her spiteful bravado had broken down five minuets in to her torturous and constant denial of orgasm. Fifteen minuets in, she was earnestly trying to hold back her pleasure through ragged pants and gritted teeth less she suffered that agonising pain that followed the pleasure. Every time, her lust rose faster with ever denial. so by the time dammia had walked back in, osilai was too focused on holding back her own lust that now danced on a razors edge.

“W-wha.. N-nuuuu”
osilai whined, shying away from dammias touch, tho her speech was much more unintelligible with her brand new heavy ring weighing down her tongue.
Every touch seemed to scare her now, her body was so sensitive now that the graseing nails of dammias triling fingers could set her off, but that would mean another pleasure numbing shock and hollow agony.

Osilai’s attention was drawn to the new nurse as dammia spoke, the word ‘mark’ helping her deduce what was on the cart, and how much this next bit might hurt as she whimpered in response, unable to form proper words in her current state.

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“Awww…. Is someone feeling a bit antsy? Perhaps I left you alone with the nurse for a bit too long?” Dammia asked, smiling at Osilai’s look of fear, and the way she tried to squirm away from her touch. “Maybe, just maybe… I’ll let you cum, if you cooperate with me… I’m sure the lovely, brainless bucket bitch who’s been working you up deserves some kind of reward… And why not have that reward be the last orgasm you’ll ever have, while under my care?” She teased, placing the branding iron back in the cart, her nails dipping down and tracing up the bulge that had once violated her thoroughly. After all, what was the point in revenge, if you didn’t take your time and subvert the victims expectations? “… I’ll make you a bet, in fact… If you can make it for 5 minutes, with myself and the nurse teasing you, before the bulge ring goes off… I’ll let you go right now. If, however, you fail… I’ll mark you, and we’ll begin properly training you to be an ideal piece of pailmeat, just like these two, here~” Dammia chuckled, already starting to slowly stroke Osilai’s bulge, one finger looping through a ring in her tit, as she nodded to the unhooded nurse, who got down on all fours, and crawled closer, kneeling between Osilai’s thighs, and leaning in, to start lapping at her leaking nook.

–

not given a choice on the terms or that she wanted to gamble her freedom like that, osilai only wailed in response as the feeling of being double teamed by Dammia’s handjob, and the damned nurse lapping at her sodden nook assailed her. Teetering on the edge as she was, it was wholly unfair to the fallen ice queen.
Normally she could hold out with the best of them, but that was half an hour ago, when she was more fresh and in control of her self.

Osilai tried to focus on numbers, counting out the timer in her mind as she tried to ignore dammia stroking her bulge with slow methodical motions, her fingers coiled around osilais rigid mast as it glided from her tapers tip to her engorged knot.

29…30..31…

she thought, gasping and moaning as she squirmed in place, trying to fruitlessly avoid the nurse’s probing tongue that was buried in her nook as she lapped at her sexual fluids, doing her best to being osilai to orgasm.

89… 90…91

osilai countered, her breath growing ragged as each tug of her nipple brought her back to the reality of the room and its torture, the threat of pain… and its excitement. Thoughts of what it might be like to be dammias pail toy seeped in as she looked up at her would be mistress, the merciless glint in her eyes as she twisted the ring in osilai teat, causing her to yelp in a mix of pain.. and something else.

179… 180…

half way there, 2 more minuets and she could escape this carnival and go home…
except dammia wasn’t going to allow it, until now, she had been languidly stroking osilai’s bulge, taking her time, but seeing that she had lasted this long, the mistress grasped the teal bulge firmly, and with little warning, masturbated osilai vigorously. Osilai on her part, had stopped counting, there was no need to now, she had failed as she heard the beeping of the bulge ring, her orgasm crashed over once more, signalling the halting shock that replaced her wailing euphoric bliss with agony once more, her orgasm denied once more. But her bulge still slowly leaked out her cloudy cum like a disappointed faucet, right on top of the nurses head as she ignored it and continued to lap at her quivering nook.

–

Dammia laughed, sadistically, watching Osilai twitch and squirm before her. And feeling the tension in her bulge actually made up for the mess she was making, leaking out against the purple blood’s hand. When the halfway point was reached, and she heard the ring beeping away, as a warning that a shock was imminent, she removed her hand, watching with glee as the teal member before her throbbed, twitched, and leaked an even heavier stream of pre from the tip. As the teal mess fell onto the maid’s face, below, and the slave breaker laughed at the expression on Osilai’s face at having her bulge shocked and numbed, yet again, Dammia leaned in, running her teal streaked hand across the pierced bitch’s face. “Awww… So close, but so far away… You know, I almost thought you could hold up to it a bit more than you did. But I guess you’re only good at dishing out punishments, not taking them… But we’ll fix that.” She said, her words carrying a dangerous edge, lest Osilai forget that she was in this predicament because of what she’d once done to Dammia, and the way she’d treated the highblood. “Now, let me think… You were able to last a bit longer than I thought you would, but not quite all the way… So, in fairness, I’m thinking that I’ll allow you to choose how you’re marked. But not where… So, tell me, before the maids fit you with some of your more permanent restraints… Should I brand you? Or use something a bit more ‘conventional’, like tattooing?”(edited)

“I personally prefer brands, but tattoo’d slaves are becoming more popular…. Oh for fucks sake. Stop that.” She said, her last statement barked at the maid still kneeling between Osilai’s legs, driving her to yet another ruined and denied orgasm with her tongue in her nook, Osilai’s pre still leaking and dripping onto her exposed face. “Honestly… I need her to actually be able to think for a second or two. Now, stand up, redress, and get the binder sleeve ready, along with the hood, heels, belt, and horn removers.” She instructed, snapping her fingers and directing the two women to leave the room for the time being. “… Sorry about that. Seems as though I give either of those two a chance to enjoy some fun, and they run with it for as long as they can. Now, where were we? Oh, right… How do you think I should mark you, my little teal toy of a bulge hungry bitch?”

–

as osilai’s faculties returned, with the absence of a nook hungry slave constantly bouncing her mind back in to the white fog, the weight of dammias words finally settling in as she lay there under her sadistic mercy.
“ahh… your a bitch…”
osilai groaned, the agony from the most recent denial subsiding and letting her mind piece together the gravity of the situation.
There was little chance of getting out of this with out a mark of some sort, which scared osilai a lot more knowing that she had forced a bar code on dammia’s ass the last time they met, just before osilai released her…
turning her head to look away from her captor, cheeks burning with shame under her own shameful cum. Osilai gave a reply to the question
“t-tattoo…” she said weakly, knowing full well that a tattoo would be a lot cleaner, and smoother then the damage a branding iron would cause… particularly in the hands of someone that really hates her.

–

“… I’m a bitch… Says the bucket slut who marked my perfect skin….” Dammia muttered, chuckling darkly and rolling her eyes as she grabbed Osilai’s chin, and forced her to look at her highblood captor. “A tattoo, though… Really? Interesting… Alright then. A tattoo, it will be. But remember. You chose this punishment. Not just for failing your simple task, but for daring to hurt someone above you, as well…” she said, quietly, her words barely audible on the recording that was being made, even as she gestured for the maids, silently watching from behind the glass wall, and they both bustled back inside, with a different cart in hand, the one who had been kneeling between Osilai’s knees mere moments ago already rehooded and gagged. The only tell about which one was which being the teal smears visible on the skin between gag and hood. “Now… If you don’t want something ugly on your skin, I suggest you hold still…” Dammia advised, smirking as she held out her hand for the tattoo gun, the non nook licking slave handing her the tattoo gun, and holding out a container of purple ‘ink’, that matched Dammia’s own shade of purple. While she got to work on Osilai’s tattoo (Dammia’s sign, done up in the purple blood’s color, just above her nook slit), the nook licker got to work, bustling back and forth between the holding area that Osilai was being tormented in, and the main area outside of the door, carrying in several clothing boxes, each one labeled and organized from the ground up, literally piecing together Osilai’s new ‘uniform’ before her, while she was being permanently marked as Dammia’s, between her own tattoos and her nook, which was still visibly and frustratingly dripping teal material from her nook, and the tip of her forcibly exposed bulge.

–

osilai’s eyes grew wide as she consciously held her self as still as she could. As she groaned and cried in pain. Cursing and calling out obscenities at her tormentor as the repeated needle pricks hammered in to her skin, dying her purple to mark her as dammia’s property and pail thing.
“oooohhh, shit, that stings bitch!”
osilai snarled, tensing up in her binds as dammia hit a particularly sensitive nerve .

The gimp slaves had not escaped her notice either, every spare moment that dammia gave osilai some respite to load her needle gun with some more ink, osilai would look over at the slaves and their task, feeling her fear grow as she recognised the pieces of the gear, boots, latex suit, gags, gloves, hood and other items she couldn’t quiet see from her bound spot.
In all the fear she felt, there still lay that bubbling lust and excitement, bondage and domination was still a very big turn on for her. Dispite knowing how much trouble she was in

“S-so your gonna suit me up?… Hnnngg… coulda just asked”
she added with a bite of snark, still doing her best not to move as dammia finished up her new brand

–

Dammia worked in silence. Talking back to the captives generally have them a false sense of hope that she saw them as ‘people’. But once she’d branded them, they fell into the category of ‘toys’ in her mind. Occasionally, they didn’t, but that remained to be seen… Finally she was done, smirking as she pressed her palm to Osilai’s new tattoo, lightly smacking the skin in the process, and creating a mirror image in her palm that was her sign, in teal and purple blood at once. She stood up, smiling and looking into Osilai’s eyes, so full of fear, hate, and with a hint of arousal and curiosity… and she pressed that palm to the lower blooded woman’s lips, to shut her up. “… Quiet… good toys don’t speak. Especially not with that sort of language. Now. You’re going to be fitted with a special collar, and some pretty rings for your horns. If you resist, I’ll make you regret it. If you comply, I may decide to make this next bit enjoyable. But in either scenario, you will be fitted into your new uniform, and we will be going on a bit of a walk through my hive, to show you the room you’ll be staying in until you’re fully trained. Blink twice if you understand that, and won’t scream when I take my hand away. Because if you do scream, then I will make you hurt, before even thinking about letting you off of this slab.” The purple blood said, menacingly.

–

stunned at dammias dominance, osilai quickly shut up and froze, staring at dammia looming over her. The dominance stirred her submissive streak again, confuseing the abused teal blood for a moment.
For a moment osilia considered dammia to be her master, and that she wanted to submit and enjoy the prospect of being her fuck slave. before the taste of ink and blood seeped through her lips, reminding her that dammia was her jailer, torturer, and very dangerous.
Osilai’s mind raced to think what she should do, she didn’t want to make things easy, but being stubborn now seemed like it was not going to yield any results.. what osilai would need is patience. She will have to play along and find her opening to escape.
So out of self preservation… and to satisfy her submissiveness, she blinked,twice, resigning herself to her fate, to bide her time and play along.

–

The purple blood smiled wide at the obedience presented to her. Even if it was done out of fear, it was still obedience… And it looked good on the lower blooded woman~ “Very good… I might just make you into something worth keeping around, after all.” Dammia commented, pulling her hand away from Osilai’s lips, trying not to laugh openly at the almost indigo hued figure eight left on the teal troll’s lips. Snapping her fingers at the maids, she held out her hand, until one of them handed her the horn rings, which were clamped at the base of Osilai’s horns in short order, followed shortly by the thin metal band that served as Osilai’s ‘collar’. After locking the collar in place, she gestured for the maids to begin releasing Osilai from her slab, stepping back and watching as the faceless slaves undid her new toy’s bonds. Once her captive was once more standing under her own power, she began idly looking through the boxes for what to start ‘decorating’ her with, eventually landing on a pair of what looked like leather opera gloves, but with suspicious looking straps and cuffs that could be used in very short order to transform their use from full arm gloves, into binding her limbs in place behind her back, much like a conventional arm binder. Next up, after that, was an underbust corset that had just enough of a ‘cup’ to the top that Osilai’s breasts would be pushed out and presented at all times, showing off those pretty new rings, while cinching in her waist, and drawing the eye down to the new tattoo, as well as her bare and leaking nook.

“Oh yes… You’re already looking so much prettier than before, don’t you think, slut?” She asked, baiting Osilai to try and say something out of turn, while the maids busied themselves cinching the corset as tight as could be reasonably done, and getting her to step into a pair of locking ballet boots. Though there was still one more piece of clothing to ‘fit’ her in, and one to show her, as a preview of what would soon be her new ‘look’… She wondered how the teal woman before her would react to seeing the latex suit that would serve as her second skin by weeks end~

–

osilai knew the brands of most of the gear now being applied to her, she didnt know who made the collar, but she had a good idea that it was a punishment collar of some sort. Anything dammia deemed as disobedience would result in some sort of pain, osilai assumed it might be an electric shock.
She also recognised the rings clamping on her horns, they were the portal rings she used on dammia, temporary amputating devices that could remove a limb without pain, but osilai knew that the separation could be permanent if dammia wanted it to be, by unlocking the rings before reattachment… and dammia would know that…
With that though in her mind, osilai didn’t resist as the gimp girls dressed her in the tight corset, forcing her to take shallower breaths while her legs disappeared in to the ballet boots.
Luckily osilai was well versed in these kinds of shoes, so the extreme angle didn’t hinder her too much, but they would stop her from making a quick getaway.
Despite it all, her arousal was still dripping from her nook, the looming threats triggering her submissive streak despite her plans of escape.

And now she stood there looking at dammia holding a body suit, much like the other girls in the room, as if taunting her.
“not really, don’t like the colour”
osilai replied bitterly. Eyeing her captor warily

–

Dammia blinked, her face as stoic as ever, perhaps a slight bit sadistic, but then she did something truly terrifying… She laughed… Not a dry, knowing chuckle, and not a polite little exhale of breath… She opened her mouth wide in a grin, and threw her head back, laughing at Osilai’s words. The laugh stretched out, too, until even her maids were looking at their owner warily. Neither of them had heard her laugh like this, in their memory. But here was Dammia, the most terrifying of purple bloods a lowblood could run into, laughing at this teal woman, who had just sassed her.

Dammia blinked, her face as stoic as ever, perhaps a slight bit sadistic, but then she did something truly terrifying… She laughed… Not a dry, knowing chuckle, and not a polite little exhale of breath… She opened her mouth wide in a grin, and threw her head back, laughing at Osilai’s words. The laugh stretched out, too, until even her maids were looking at their owner warily. Neither of them had heard her laugh like this, in their memory. But here was Dammia, the most terrifying of purple bloods a lowblood could run into, laughing at this teal woman, who had just sassed her. “D-Don’t like the color! Oh fuck…Fuckkk~ Oh…. I’m so, SO glad I decided that you were worth grabbing… You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that….” She said, wiping a tear away, and putting the latex suit back in its box for the time being.

“But now… Now’s not the time to be making jokes, I’m afraid… See, you crosses a line, of sorts, when you kidnapped me, a while back… It wasn’t even the mark that bugged me… No.. It was filling me up with that lowblooded hue of yours… Again, and again, and again…” Dammia whispered, closing the distance, and whispering the secret shame into her captive’s ear, keeping her maids in the dark about their owner’s embarrassment. “Now… You’re mine, and I’m not going to let you go, until you know what it’s like to be turned into a bulge balloon by someone you hate to your core…. And that training is going to start… now…” She promised, snapping her fingers, and directing the maids to grab Osilai’s tongue, clipping a leash to the ring that pierced it, and leading her captive from the room she’d been stuck in, up until that point, tugging the lead now and then, trying to make her stumble as she lead the way down the hall into a more open area, complete with several very visible cameras, catching every angle possible. “… Let’s see how you like being used in front of a crowd…” the purple blood hissed in Osilai’s ear, before tying her tongue leash to a post in the centre of the room, and detaching her horns from her head, inspecting the candy corn colored keratin in front of her victim’s face, taunting her.

–

Osilai was seething at her captor as she was led and cruelly dragged by her tongue leash in the attempt to unbalance her, which took all of osilais grace and skill to deny her captor the satisfaction. Osilai’s humiliation march seemed to end in what looked like a studio set, with the multitude of cameras pointed at a standing post in the centre. The bound teal blood didn’t have time to contemplate the set up when she was forced to bend over as her leash was fastened mid post and to her creeping horror, felt fingers grip her prized horns as her eyes grew wider to see very familiar snowflake shapes now sitting in dammias hands

“n-noooo!”

She cried out in instinct, being less then coherent with her tongue bound as it was, she forgot that it was her rings that at play and thought her horns were now gone forever at that moment as she stood in such a humiliating pose before her dominant, now cleaved of her distinct horns and unable to form a coherent sentence to display her horror.

–

Oh fuck yes~! That was the look that Dammia loved… And seeing it on the face of Osilai was an even more rewarding treat. She flipped one of those snowflakes in the air, catching it, pretending to get a feel for the weight and balance of them.

“You know, I do have to give credit where it’s due… I’ve never taken such symmetrical, fascinating horns from a ‘doll’ before… Even the nurses here, their horns were lopsided, or unwieldy. This one in particular, you should have seen them. Corkscrews, with one a half turn longer than the other, and both chipped… It was a kindness to her, really, to remove them. Don’t you think so?” Dammia said, grabbing the nurse who had previously been sucking Osilai off like a machine, directing her hooded eyes towards the bound tealblood, where Osilai could only watch in horror as the faceless slave seemed to smile beneath her hood, nodding and even leaning against Dammia’s hand, nuzzling it as if the purple blood dehorning her had been a reward she’d asked for.

 

“Now then… Before I send these off to my bladesmith, to have them turned into knife handles-” She lied, turning her attention back to Osilai, “I’m going to give you one chance… And one choice… If you choose correctly, then I can promise you, you’ll at least not wind up as a braindead piece of meat. I might even be persuaded to let you go, after a fashion… But if you choose wrong, then I’m going to leave you here, like this, for the next 3 lights.”

Kneeling down and giving the leash attached to Osilai’s new tongue piercing a short tug, Dammia gave her a rare, earnest smile, one hand reaching out and caressing her cheek. “Oh, don’t look so scared though… I won’t leave you here alone, or unfed. In fact, they’ll be here to take care of you, and make sure you have plenty of ‘food’ to fill your belly.” The ringleader chuckled darkly, snapping her fingers and bringing up the lights of the room, showing that around them, behind windows that stretched all the way around 3 of the 4 walls, were the numbers to make up a small army of cerulean to purple blooded Trolls. A hundred leering eyes, staring at the exposed, degraded teal at the center of the room. “Now then… Shake your head, or nod in agreement. Your future literally hinges on this decision… Did you have any right to do what you did, to me?” She asked, her cruel eyes boring into Osilai’s gaze, her voice quiet, so as to tell her that it was just between the two of them, waiting for her answer.

–

During dammias monologue to frighten her, osilai just glared back in horror, bent over and presenting her self to the cameras as her tongue was lolled out and held by its thick ring.
she let out a terrified squeak when she saw her horn summersault through the air, and again when she heard that her horns would become a pair of dagger handles.
Dammia had her full attention by the time she finally knelt down to talk to her, not just her snarky attention with her own thoughts running plans to escape, but all of it. Her mind was now on the survival of her mind and body as dammia asked her that important question.

Was it a test? If she answered that she did have the right, would that be the right or wrong decision, was dammia looking for resolve, or submission? If she said no, would that be the same as saying she was sorry and should be forgiven, or that she wasn’t strong enough to hold her convictions and should be fucked in to mental oblivion.

If she said yes, was that a challenge of defiance that she needed to break… or what she was looking for… like a reason to not smash her will completely with a gang train of bulges.

In her panicked state of mind from thinking about it too much, she nodded yes to dammia. As a tear rolled down her cheek

–

Dammia’s fingertip wiped away the tear, smiling serenely at Osilai, before licking the teal tear from her fingertip, and slowly wagging a finger at the bound woman.

“Mmmm… Wrong answer, I’m afraid… Oh well. It would have been nice to keep you in one piece.” Dammia sighed, feigning disappointment even as she stood up and walked behind Osilai, dragging her nails over that admittedly nice ass, and giving Osilai a firm swat to the ass with her own horn, then stuffing the base of one of the horns into Osilai’s nook, leaving it there like a perverse ‘tail’ as she exited the room, and sent the first 3 ‘visitors’ in, to have their fun with Osilai.

“The nurses will clean her up between uses. None of you are to touch her nook, and make sure that she swallows at least one load from the three of you. If you need anything, tell the help. I’m going to be keeping an eye on things, but you have 6 hours. No more than 3 of you in there at a time.” She instructed, walking off to the side, where she could watch the ‘show’ from a private booth. One where no one would be able to see her touching herself as she watched how things proceeded. She had no designs to actually break Osilai. But she was going to make the young woman regret what she’d put Dammia through… And after getting her pound of flesh, then Dammia would swoop in and help Osilai really start her ‘training’ as Dammia’s personal toy… And potential Kismesis… After all, she’d proven herself capable of disarming and tormenting the purple blood, now she just had to prove she could get as good as she gave…

–

what happened over the next five and a half hours was degrading, painful in so many ways and broke down the teal bloods dignity as time wore on. yet, as time passed on, she found her self feeling like this was her place as she got lost in waves of pain and pleasure.

The three trolls took turns railing her ass, repeatedly the first taking no time in grabbing her ass and pressing his bulge to her ass and pressing it in, battering down her resistances and painfully stretching her open to accommodate as he slowly pitoned in her ass, heedless of her enjoyment as he steadily picked up the pace and filled the room with her anguished moans and the wet slaps of their joining. The others didn’t have the patience to wait for the first to finish so they unhitched her leash from the post, keeping the tongue ring tied for easy manipulation of her mouth as the second proceeded to ram his bulge in to her mouth, forcing her to fetallo him with sharp tugs on her leash when her teeth grew too close for comfort. Osilai gave ragged gags as he forced her to deep throat the cerulean bulge while the third settled for forcing her to give him hand job while he waited.

The constant abuse caused her cum repeatedly, much to her shame as her bulge sprayed the floor with teal as her nook clenched around the base of her own horn. Over and over as the three took turns on stuffing her ass with cum, changing up positions as time wore on, her abusers also changed out regularly as they got bored or tired, replacing themselves with new fresh bulges, giving osilai no time for rest as the hours passed. Her new corset prevented her belly from expanding, adding to her pain as her limited capacity was reached time and again, stopping only to expel the build up of cum as one of her abusers pressed his foot on her stomach. Before returning her to her new hell that threatened to become her heaven.

Every hour that passed, the sounds of her anguish grew closer and closer to passion as she seemed more eager and willing to take part of the event as her mind was lost to the cloud of bliss. Even as her cheeks were stained with tears.

–

As she watched the debauchery unfold before her, Dammia made a mental note. Whether or not things worked out with Osilai, she was going to save the recordings for any lonely nights, in the future… As she watched the teal blood being violated, and tormented with pleasure that she seemed to be in the thrall of, as much as she was pathetically enraged by the humiliation of it all, the purple blooded observer came to climax about 4 times. And that was far more than anyone had managed, without directly being used by her. And such a feat was worth noting, and celebrating. As she had a nearby ‘pet’, bound in strict head to toe latex and kept in a bitch suit, clean up the latest mess Dammia had made on the floor of the observation room; the Ringleader of the carnival pressed a button on the wall, causing an aggravating buzzer to go off in the room. The noise would be met with annoyed grumbling from those who hadn’t yet climaxed, and the ‘nurses’ would quickly make themselves useful in taking the ‘blueballed’ blue bloods in the room by the arm, and escorting them out to a smaller side room where they would be tended to by the devoted slaves. Meanwhile, Osilai would be left, lying on her back, tongue leash left splayed on the ground next to her, handle in a cool colored pool of material, and the prone woman left with a veritable puddle of her own material left beneath her perpetually exposed bulge and plugged nook. It was this position that Osilai would find herself in, when Dammia came back into the room, striding around the various ‘messes’ with a smile on her face as she knelt between Osilai’s splayed legs, and carelessly ripped the snowflake horn from her tight teal nook.

“Did you enjoy meeting some of the officers of my troupe?” She asked simply, wiping the mess Osilai had made on her own horn, on the prone woman’s inner thigh.

–

Osilai’s mind was deep in the pink mist as she looked up at her main tormentor, only able to gargle a response as her throat and mouth were caked in salty cum. Not that she could form a proper response over then groan as her nook was finally freed of her now sticky horn. Unable to resit dammia in her worn out state after her long fucking session.

Her dull eyes still glared hatred at her ring leader, but also recognition that she was in no place of mind or body to resist her tormentor’s plans.
“fluucgggk shhhooo”
osilai gargled, in her feeble croaky voice. Raspy after sucking bulges for hours on end. As she struggled to sit up, but fell back on her back out of exhaustion and meeting resistance from the tight corset.

–

“Now now. No need to try and get up, yet. especially since I didn’t say you could. No… for now, stay on your knees. And to make sure you don’t go getting any ideas, roll over, pailmeat.” She orders, pushing Osilai onto her front, and taking the sleeves she wore over her arms, she reattached them to each other. Now Osilai had no use of her arms and hands, as they were kept secured in a similar position to that of a strict arm binder, and at best, she’d be able to kneel, or stand.

“Much better. Now, tell me the truth. Do you think you need a break for a bit, to recover? Or do you think you can still keep going?” She asked, feigning interest in Osilai’s opinion, when it was all just another test.

–

Osilai gave a pained grunt as she felt her arms being pulled back and restrained, leaving her flat on the floor, unable to even move her shoulders to help her move from the floor with how tight it was pulling her back. so all she could do was lay with her face in a puddle of sexual fluid listening to her tormentor. waiting for her to be done with binding her arms before rolling over and with great effort, she managed to sit up to look at the cruel woman again, coughing up anothe glob of cum before ansering “yeah sure, i can go all night” she tried to say with some level of venom, but with the weight of the leash on her tongue, and the slime still coating the inside of her mouth, it was less than coherent

–

“Very good. Then let’s start by having you clean up your mess.” Dammia teased with a sadistic grin on her face as she tugged the tongue leash towards her, causing Osilai to either lurch forward and put herself off balance… or risk damaging her tongue. In the end, Dammia would have the teal bitch kneeling before her, enjoying the view for a second, before placing her heel on the back of Osilai’s neck, and pushing her face towards the floor with a simple order. “Clean.”

–

Doing her best not to have her tongue ripped out, osilai stumbled and almost fell with no way to correct herself with her arms bound as they were. Stumbling to her knees before her tormenter, osilai could only glare for a moment before being forced down under the heel of dammias boot.
even in her addled state, she was utterly humiliated being pressed down like this, like some disobedient pet that needed to be punished
‘well, I do kind of deserve this…’
osilai thought for a moment as she looked at the cum puddle on the floor, just before becoming revulsed that the thought that crept in to her mind. More so when she heard the command.

she tried to look up in protest, but couldn’t move from under dammias boot heel, which seemed to press her closer to the floor until osilai relented, bright teal with humiliation as her ringed tongue dragged across the floor through salty, dirty sexual fluids. ‘cleaning’ as her tormenting master demanded.

–

“Much better… See, slut? Not so hard, to give in and live the way your caste dictates, is it? You’re below me, and now, it’s not just a figure of speech…And if those puddles you’re lapping up are any indication, I’d say you enjoy being beneath me… Don’t you?” Dammia asked, smiling and taking her heel from Osilai’s head, letting her clean and move as best she could on her own terms. Kneeling down beside the subservient cum cleaning teal girl, Dammia made sure that any time she saw Osilai miss a spot, she grabbed her by the hair and pressed her face to whatever was missed. From her vantage point on the floor, and with the purple blood kneeling next to her, Osilai might have even gotten to see a rare sight. With the hem of her skirt riding up slightly, Dammia’s own purple stained inner thighs were barely visible, but the sheen of arousal from her nook lips, and the slowly undulating tip of Dammia’s barbed bulge could be seen.

“Mmmm… Tell me, bucket bitch. How does it taste? Your low, crude color…. The same stupid, filthy shade of mint that you kept me fed on, and filled up with, back then… I know, you were just spoiled for several hours on highblooded hues, but try not to get sick, while tasting something low like yourself… I can’t give you your final meal for the night, if you get sick. And I can’t send you to your… ‘coon’ on an empty stomach. So if you can’t hold it all down, then I’m afraid I’ll just have to do the responsible thing. Keep you up all night. I’m sure those nurses you love so much are more than happy to keep you awake and on the edge for another 10 hours or so. Don’t you think so?”

–

Osilai only nodded submissively, having her oral muscle tied up and now smeared in dirt and cum, she had given up actually making sounds outside of grunts and soft cry’s as dammia continued to jab and pull at the bound teal girl. If osilai hadn’t shed all her tears hours ago, she would be right now as she licked up blue and teal genetic material.
on the occasions she gave her forceful master a glance, her own knotted bulge would twitch as she spied up dammias skirt to see the high bloods arousal.
‘of course she is getting off on this, that bitch’ she thought bitterly, trying to suppress they knot of pride from knowing dammia was enjoying the display.

So as dammia laid down more threats of sexual torment, osilai could only give a pitiful whine and nod in response with her limited form.

–

“Good girl… Very good… You’re learning quickly. Not quite as stupid as your actions make you out to be… Now. Finish cleaning your mess, and kneel upright, so I can decide how best to give you your last ‘meal’ for the night.” The purple sadist purred, standing up and waving her hand at the remaining crowd of highbloods, leering in from behind the glass, dismissing them. As they shuffled off, Dammia took a chair from the corner of the room, setting it down in front of where Osilai was working on the last of her mess, and sat down with her legs spread apart. Licking her lips, Dammia shifted her skirt up and to the side, her fingers teasing over her half exposed bulge, already showing off an intimidating 8 inches, with cruel looking spiked nubs spiraling down the purple shaft. As she coaxed more and more of the threatening looking tentabulge, the highblood reveled in a moment of ‘weakness’, sliding a couple fingers into her nook, and relaxing as she began to lazily masturbate over the prostrate form of the bound teal woman before her.

–

Burning with humiliation, osilai finished her degrading task, her stomach gargling under the amount of fluid she had already been forced to consume, and now, feeling full, humiliated and a little sick from the compacted position on a full stomach, she laped the last of her mess while eyeing dammia masturbate on her chair with what looked like a thorned purple vine instead of a bulge. The sight of it made osilais nook drool despite, or because her hatred to the ring master. A sickening thought for the bound girl as she had time to ponder the subject of spades as the floor finally became ‘clean’. Allowing the poor girl to finally sit up again and lessen the pull on her arms while she was bent over as she looked back to her ‘master’ like a lost panting puppy with her lolled tongue and pitiful eyes.

–

“Oh messiah’s, yes…. That’s the look I hoped to see… Anger, arousal, weakness, your worthless lowblooded pride fighting with how good it feels to have such a simple purpose in life… Admit it, slut. It feels good to give up control. Especially to someone who’s not afraid to use that control and give you structure. Orders to follow. A purpose to focus on… Come closer.” She instructed, taking the hand from her nook and beckoning Osilai closer with a crooked, purple stained finger, before going back to her slow ministrations.

“Be a good girl for your owner, slut… Let me get a better look at you.”

–

Osilai hesitated for a moment, those words cutting deeper then she ever wanted to admit, now suddenly thankful that she couldn’t reply, even she was scared of what she might say.
blinking for a moment, she then struggled to her ballet heeled feet and walked to the cruel ring master, dangling the leash in front of her before kneeling in front of dammia once more. Continuing to glare at her captor as she sat before that hellish bulge.

–

“Look at that… Either so worn out or so broken in already that you’re not even resisting verbal commands. Seems that leash of yours is only for show, right now. Do you want it off for a bit, slut?” Dammia asked with a wry grin, taking a lightly purple stained hand off of her bulge, and reaching out to stroke Osilai’s hair for a bit, coaxing her closer, but resting her cheek on the purple blood’s thigh, rather than towards her bulge, as might otherwise be the case, given that her bulge had since fully exposed itself to show off all foot and four inches of barbed mass, the ‘spines’ being particularly long and menacing looking around the middle of the shaft, like some kind of thorny knot. The fact that the barbs seemed to ‘pulse’ and shift now and then, pressing tight to the core, then flaring out as it undulated slowly and beaded up a small bit of cloudy purple precum at the tip.

“Mmmm… I’ll tell you what. Since your training begins in earnest, tomorrow, I’ll grant you a reprieve for the moment.” She finally decides, unclipping the leash from Osilai’s tongue, and reattaching it to the bound woman’s collar, before going back to stroking her hair and idly teasing herself, only inches away from the prostrate girl’s face.

“Now, tell me. What thoughts are on your mind, if any. I need to know what sort of a state you’re actually in, if I’m going to properly plan out how to train and treat you in the immediate future. If you’ve got any begging for mercy, or apologies that you think might make me feel ‘pity’, now’s usually the time that new additions to my collection tend to voice them… Or you can try and surprise me by not being as pathetic as your caste makes you out to be… Show a bit of uniqueness, as it were.” She advised, eyes drifting from the look on Osilai’s face, to the single teal stained horn lying on the ground behind her new ‘pet’. Her own last bit of ‘self’ as a Troll, and she’d stepped over it, and crawled around it, in her bid to come and kneel for her captor, as well as clean up her own material after being violated by a train of carnival officers… A lovely metaphor for how far she’d fallen in just a few hours…

–

Osilai was more that a little taken aback at the gentle actions and petting. Where she initial flinched at the touch, she eventually settled in to the petting as her weary mind just sought out some semblance of comfort after all the abuse, no matter where it came from. She was just appreciative for the kinder touch.
she wasn’t paying all that much attention to dammias words so much, until dammia unclipped her tongue while asking more questions, catching the bound trolls attention again as she finally flexed her oral muscle back in to her mouth to get some feeling back in to it.
“mmmhh, that feels nice” she cooed, pressing her cheek in to dammias thigh, not really following the conversation that well. And only partially aware of the barbed bulge inches away from her. On the outside, it looked like the slower pace was letting the wariness catch up on her.
“this means nothin… but you have nice skin” she continued in a slow droll and slight smile.

–

“Oh my…. You are more than a bit gone, already, aren’t you?” Dammia asked, trying not to laugh as she stroked Osilai’s hair, and traced a thumb down to the bound slut’s lips, seeing how ready her ‘suck’ response was, already.

–

After the hours of blue bloods shoving bulges down her throat, it was almost reactionary for osilai to lightly suck in the thumb pressed to her lips, with a small amount of life preservation strategy. A small voice telling her to appease dammia enough to survive all of this, no matter how humiliating. To compartmentalize herself from her damaged pride and she might recover later.

–

“Mmmm…. Not bad, pet… But for now, I think you’re about as worn down as you can get, safely, without being made useless for me, tomorrow. So, for now. I’ll offer you one last choice. Either be plugged for the night, and teased into unconsciousness, or else take my bulge in one of your holes, until I cum, and earn a light of reprieve. Your choice, pet. Now, decide, before I choose for you~” Dammia purred, pulling her thumb from the prostrate teal blood’s mouth, wiping her drool and the leftover cum from the floor on Osilai’s cheek, before ruffling her hair, condescendingly.

–

The sound of being locked up longer cut through the bound girl’s wary mind, snapping some more lucidity to the teal blood for her situation. Osilai’s joints were already protesting at being bound up for the last 20 minutes, a whole night like this would be unbearable, something in the back of her mind told her that it would more damaging and something to be avoided at all costs.
“p-please let me take your bulge”
osilai begged, laying on the submissiveness on thicker to avoid a bad nights sleep. Even nuzzling in to the degrading pettings like lost puppy for good measure.

–

“And where do you want to take it?” Dammia asked, her sharp teeth biting her own lower lip in excitement, watching Osilai debase and degrade herself, just for a chance at a ‘reprieve’ from whatever the ring leader comes up with next. But for such a cute ‘pet’, there was no reason to tell her that no matter what she chose, her night would not be an easy one.

–

Osilai eyed the barbed bulge with apprehension for a moment. Her nook was still dripping with need, after not being allowed to have her nook used left her with an empty ache, but she also had a new oral fixation that seemed win out as she leaned into the bulge and dragged her tongue over the hard and mailable barbs.

–

The act seemed to work, as Dammia smiled, easing her grip on the prone woman’s hair, and letting her go, even as she manipulated the bulge to slither towards Osilai’s lips, stroking and dragging the softer, smaller barbs of the tip against her lips and down over her chin.

“Better… Now, I’m sure you’re aware that I was enjoying watching the show you put on. So now you’re going to show me whether or not you learned anything, or if you’re still just all talk, and no substance… You have ten minutes to take it all, and make me cum. Time starts, now…” She warned, chuckling darkly as she pushed Osilai’s face closer to her groin, letting the barbs smear and scratch lines of purple against the already stained grey skin of Osilai’s face and throat.

–

“yes mistress”
osilai replied, keeping up her act as she steeled her resolve for her challenge. Hoping those barbs were harmless as the teal blood opened wide to accept the purple bulge., drawing it in to her maw as she licked at the underside. Osilai kept her eyes on dammias as she worked her way down the shaft, suppressing her worn down gag reflex as inch after inch of the bulge vanished in to her throat, taking care not to draw back to quickly less those barbs cot caught on anything as she put her sexual experience on display to pleasure the ringleader. It wasn’t long as she felt her nose meet the pubic mould of her tormenter, her throat bulging out to accommodate the thick mast as she sucked deeply on the purple death mast.

–

“Very good…. Much better than I’ve seen in sweeps, from a piece of fresh meat… You might be worth something more to me, after all, Osilai. Aren’t you proud of that?” Dammia muttered, using the teal blood’s name for the first time, and stroking her thumbs over the blunted nubs that used to be proper horns.

“But now the real challenge begins… You still have 8 minutes to finish the job. So, to give you a fair chance, here’s the rest of my bulge, you low blooded bucket bitch~” Dammia growled, laughing cruelly as 6 more inches of even thicker flesh seemed to ‘pop’ out of the base of her groin, thankfully covered in smaller, blunter ‘spikes’ than the previous length that Osilai had managed to swallow, the already orally gratified portion of her bulge seeming to squirm in her throat, the barbs flexing painfully against the inside of Osilai’s throat and against her tongue, before flattening a bit. Hinting at the cruelty she could inflict on her captive, but seeming to keep to her word about making it a ‘fair shot’.

–

Dammia was treated to a scene as her bulge drew out more from her sheath and disappeared down her bound pets throat. With her arms bound behind her, osilai was using her cruel ‘mistresses’ thighs for balance as she quested to let her nose touch dammias pubic mound, so there was little she could do to pull back at the extra length.
at 8 inches, osilai was already having a hard time suppressing her gag reflex with the thorny mast pressing in to her throat, but she felt like she was in a good place to work dammia to cumming and be done with it. But as dammia revealed her full length, dammia could watch osilai’s eyes widen at every inch, and her neck thicken as dammias bulge tip descended further until any cum from her high blood tormentor would be deposited straight in to her gullet.

Osilai could only give vaguely distressed moans in response as she felt the barbs flare out threateningly, even leavening noticeable bumps in her neck as they did, giving osilai yet another moment to wonder just how deep in the shit was she descending into.

Realising her neck was literally on the line, still wide eyed in fear, the teal blood set to work on actively sucking on the purple mast before her, bobbing her head slightly as she employed every trick she knew to please the ring leader.

–

Oh, now that was just precious… Dammia loved it when new meat started to fully comprehend just how fucked they were; and seeing Osilai’s eyes bug out in such delicious fear, despite having been used so thoroughly by her underlings, was simply the best feeling in the world at that moment.

“Ahhh… Now you’re starting to learn… To understand… And rather than wasting your energy and time in fighting how things are, you fall back so wonderfully into your proper role… Kneeling, dripping with fear, and pleasing the one who holds your life in their hands… The sight of it all is almost enough to send me over the edge. Almost… But keep up the good work, and you might just succeed, slut.” Dammia purred, stroking Osilai’s hair for a bit, before grabbing a handful of her dark locks, pulling her off her bulge (thankfully AFTER the barbs had pressed back against the shaft) and gave the teal girl a chance to catch her breath, before the purple blood used both her hands to roughly face fuck her prisoner for a bit.

–

With her arms bound and having very little stability on her knees the way she was. She had no choice but to become the passenger of Dammia’s brutal face fucking, moaning and groaning at times as she felt her throat repeatedly invaded by that spined bulge, as the spines carved groves into her throat with every withdrawal.

Throughout the throat reaming and mounting lack of breath, osilai’s eyes rolled backwards as she felt that traitorous feeling of submissive content once more, seating a feeling of disgust in herself as she racked her tongue against the spined on the underside of that hellish bulge that dammia was intent on breeding her mouth with. And to her disgust, osilai wanted her to.

–

“My, my… I didn’t expect you to become so invested in this, little pailsleeve… Your tongue is practically massaging between the barbs. You either want it to end quickly, or you want to please me, because you know it’s the proper thing for you to do. You’re already accepting your natural role as a subservient pleasure slave for my superior body…. Initiative like that deserves a reward.” Dammia laughed, pulling Osilai off of her bulge once more, her hair serving as a leash, and forcing her to shuffle on the floor on her knees until she was facing away from the highblood, her bulge tip already lining up with the otherwise off limits and leaking nook.

“… If I were you, I’d keep the screaming to a minimum, or else I might decide to keep you gagged for the rest of your days in my tender care~” She taunted, thrusting forward with a primal grunt and grabbing Osilai’s hips so hard, to hilt the dangerous looking bulge inside her, that her nails punctured twin sets of 4 small pierced crescents along her hips bone.

–

on the verge of a mental shut down to preserve her own sanity and conserve mental oxygen, osilai was mostly passive as she was pulled from her tormentor’s bulge, leaving a trail of drool in its wake.

turned around and forced to face away, osilai didnt resist, panting like a bark beast in heat with her heavy tongue ring too large for her mouth, dripping more drool on to the floor. too mentally shaken and recovering her breath as she tried to swallow her disgust at how turned on this was making her… a feat made much harder the longer this torture went on, and immediately abandoned as dammia’s hellish bulge slid home in to her saturated nook.

 

“OOOOOHHH GOOGgghhh!!!”

 

osilai cried out, slumping forward on to her face and tits with no wat to steady herself as her love canal was pierced and spread open wide in one swift violent movement, and her inner pail brutally hammered and compressed. knocking the wind out of her lungs as she was savagely taken by her crule mistress, leaving a distinct shape of her bulge to protrude from her belly, shifting and undulating with every thrust she caused osilai to fail her mistress’s command as she moaned and cried loudly at the rough treatment

–

There it was~ The reason she’d kept Osilai ’empty’ where it mattered… Those sweet noises of being overwhelmed… The cries of submission and masochistic pleasure as she bottomed out again, flaring her barbs inside and wiggling her bulge a bit, to really stir her little toy up, before letting them soften, and going back to roughly taking what was hers, now.

“Oh fuck yes…. I’m going to make you an ornament in my respite block, by the time I’m done rewriting that prideful mind of yours… You’ll scream for me whenever I want to hear you cum in disgrace. Feel your low color running down your thighs as I fill you and plug you up with my noble hue… If you want to cum, do it now, slut, because once I finish inside you, I’m going to keep you in denial until you willingly prostrate yourself for me, and beg to lick my color up off the floor, let alone hold it in your worthless nook again~” Dammia growled, scratching lines into her hips as she pulled her off and back down onto that evil bulge of hers, leaning over her prey and biting at her shoulder, so that the pleasure was accented by acute pain, and the lowblooded bucket bitch didn’t go and lose her mind before Dammia could really have some fun with her.

–

the mix of pain sharp pain and intense pleasure did indeed keep osilai conscious and in a deeply mentally frazzled and submissive state as she even moved her hips to meet her mistresses’ thrusts. either out of some subconscious masochistic need or to avoid those spines from dragging on her inner walls too much as they burrowed and wore in grooves in to her flesh, remodelling her from the inside out.

unable to do much more than to moan loudly in response, osilia couldn’t snap back with any snide remarks, as much as she would have to. instead as dammia bit down on her shoulder, she did cum, and came hard, clamping down on that hard-spined invader as her nook and bulge spilled more gene fluid in a shameless flood as osilai milked that hellish bulge needily

–

“Good little toy… So quick to learn your place… And here’s your reward~” Dammia laughed sadistically, continuing to move, even as she felt her new ‘toy’ clamp down around her, milking her bulge. She had no pity and no mercy, using the sudden tightness to bury herself deep within her, flaring out the barbs, and thrashing about inside the needy cumslut’s nook as she spilled a veritable lake of lowblooded teal material between her legs. With a snarl and another bite to the already tender and punctured shoulder, Dammia groaned, pulsing inside Osilai’s nook as she came, hard, holding her rooted against the highblood as she filled her with enough material to further distend her midriff, making the tight corset even tighter, as the barbs flared out and relaxed in a continuous ripple, the sheer size of her bulge keeping her nook plugged up until she’d pulled out about halfway, and purple began to spill out to mingle with the teal.

“… Clean up the mess you made, pailmeat… And when you’re finished, I’ll send one of the nurses in to outfit you for your light’s rest.” Dammia said coldly, smiling despite her tone, looking down on the fucked out and submissive form of Osilai that she had just dropped on the floor in the middle of her own cum, licking her lips as she already began planning what she’d put the poor girl through, tomorrow…

–

lost in the afterglow of her violent orgasm, full and tightly packed inner pail and degrading position, osilai struggled to her hands and feet out of weary auto pilot more than any conscious effort, her mind seemingly have evacuated with her cum that now mingled with the purple hues of her mistress.

following Dammias commands, she turned and once more lapped at the cum on the floor, much as she did with the blue bloods before, her cheeks once more burling with shame.

–

It was to the sight of Osilai, dehorned, surrounded by hers and Dammia’s cum, leaking a near continuous trickle of deep purple material from her abused nook, and with eyes glazed over; that the ‘nurses’ came into the room to see, once Dammia had left. They smiled at one another, beneath the hoods they wore, nodding and getting to work, taking hold of Osilai’s leash and guiding her to the larger messes, so that she could more effectively clean up after her mess, and even helping to scoop some of the material up off the floor, letting her ‘drink’ from their cupped palms. All this, in the name of preparing their owner’s new plaything to properly be ‘fed’ before she was put to bed for the light.

Of course, Being ‘put to bed’ wasn’t any guarantee of rest. Something that would surely become apparent to Osilai, if she ever came to her senses, as the nurses fit a rather sizable plug gag into her mouth, the inside of which was shaped like a smaller, blunter version of Dammia’s bulge. After the gag was in place, her arms were carefully checked that the bounds behind her back were still locked secure, and she was led awkwardly through the halls of the basement, until she was standing outside a closet like room, with a single pole set into the concrete floor. She was led inside, and positioned over the pole, with her painfully tall heels secured to tether points on the floor, and her collar secured to a few hard points in the walls around her. Once securely in place, one of the nurses knelt before Osilai and fiddled with the pole, attaching a fairly large, vibrating bulge to the top of the pole, and sliding it up before locking it in place. The second nurse, meanwhile, clipped a small remote control to Osilai’s collar, and showed her the display, which showed a small wave graph, with times marked along it. If her wits were in any way still with her, she might realize that she was looking at an intensity chart for the toy impaled up inside her, locking her in place even more. A single pole prison meant to keep her on edge for the entire light, and with a program that could conceivably keep her ‘entertained’ for a full 24 hours. As the toy was switched on, and the door closed to leave her in complete darkness, it might finally hit the teal blood… She was now well and truly an owned toy for one of the cruelest purple bloods living on Alterna.