Part 6 is a big one, I'm looking forward to it.
Story is done through part 7, just catching up on the art end.
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De-Programmed
Part 4
Part 4
Liana could not exactly pinpoint when she would declare herself conscious again. The tumult of the last 24 hours was a blur of euphoric topor. Like the warm massaging fluid of a soothingly viscous bog her mind was pulled on subconscious currents swaying her through circuitous mental states of arousal and frustration. Over time her frustration with her paralyzed state in limbo gives rise to a galvanizing resistance to the ebb and flow of her nonsensical thoughts.
\tHer mind becoming more erudite she urges herself towards true consciousness, despite the comfort of her current state. Again unsure of an exact measure of time she merely recognizes that it takes longer than she desired, a realization that further magnifies the intensity of her focus. Finally coming free from the state of her suspended consciousness she comes to inherit the full brunt of her body's sensations.
\tThe echoing aches over her musculature, the soreness in her bone, the sting of her flesh. Had she the desire or time to itemize the exact nature of all her pains it would truly take an era to catalogue it all. This was however beyond her concern, as she swallowed the pain to sit up and assess her situation.
\tWhat she noticed most immediately was the hefty heating blanket which was draped over her. A dry mouth was indicative of the lack of fluids she had ingested over. She slowly turned her attention to the nightstand next to the bed, which as she had come to expect, had a pitcher of water as well as another snackbar on it. Taking a moment to realize the depth of her famished state she rose from her covers to consume the sustenance. In a single swig she guzzled down the cup of water moving down the whole pitcher. About halfway through she stopped for a moment to breathe, with one need sated her body now protested anew. With an initial stinging chorus of her screeching flesh in protest to the sudden movement she focused on other sensations.
\tRising from the comfort of that warming mantle she was donned in further exacerbated the sensation of discomfort. She didn’t want to allow herself to constantly look so weak here, and after a moment of scanning her surroundings for his presence she found him. Siding with her pride over her body she sat there, setting the pitcher down slowly, then took to appraising herself and surroundings.
\tHer body, while aching, had been seemingly cleaned as well as cared for in her unconscious state. Her fur seemed to be more silken than before most likely meaning he used some conditioner or soap, likely expensive similar to her favorite brand. She didn’t think of herself as such a hard sleeper, yet clearly the states of exhaustion that he was forcing on her body made it much easier to toy with her when asleep. Her attire had been somewhat upgraded, fishnets long sleeves with matching stockings to further titillate her captor, as well as humble her . While she ruminated on an attempt to remove the erotic garb it was doubtful he would entertain such a rebellious act. Is this how he would wear her down, constant humiliation and torture? She was not sure how long she could reasonably sustain her resistance, yet she still felt like folding utterly now would betray all she ever believed in; so she refused.
\tAside from her involuntary cleansing and dress she found that the physical presence of the penetrative toys were absent, but not completely. She was aware of something within her that most assuredly shouldn’t be yet its presence was much more subtle than before. She was however unable to ascertain the distinct nature of what exactly was implanted in her as the same perverse chastity belt he used earlier.
\tHer collar, her now ever-present companion, was still chained to the winch outside the cell. While she was busy appraising her current predicament her captor turned from his task, which appeared to be him engineering even more tools to torment her with, to a remote control on the desk nearby. After pressing a button on the device she was made aware of the purpose of the new implants. The vibration was shocking at first causing her to jolt from the sudden stimulation again causing a wave of agony to ripple over her body; followed by the arousing massage of her most sensitive parts.
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Without a word, he spun around in his chair and returned to his work, leaving her without understanding or direction as to what he was doing.
\t“Well? What?!” a query of flustered aggression stumbled from her lips as the sexual stimulation seemed to betray her the frustrated intent of her mind. The only response to her question was ignorance. Her question left unanswered as Edwin merely resumed tinkering.
\t“So all that speech training to just ignore me? Pretty shitty trainer i’-” The shock came over her body as the static burn lanced from her throat over her body. She collapsed into the massaging warmth of the comforter in the bed. It didn’t however take her long to rise to his punishment taking a deep breath. Then a pause, he didn’t even turn to look at her. Not turning away from his work she waited, held her rebuttal to what assuredly would be his response.
\tShe exhaled as a minute passed, then another. Her furrowed brow held its scornful glare. Finally when he did turn from his work she prepared her riposte to whatever he would utter. Without a word, he merely walked over to a drawer of tools and retrieved something to merely return to his labor.
What was happening? What did she do? He was leaving? So he would simply turn on this vibrator and leave her to herself. She would not have to suffer his arrogant demeanor at all? How Fantastic!
\tA day of rest, at least partial rest. The vibrator was somewhat annoying but it wasn’t as potent as any of the other tools he had brought to bear against her. Liana had who knows how long to herself, which seemed like a blessing compared to the alternative . Laying back in the warmth of the heated blanket she was going to let her body rest if she was allowed. She couldn’t believe that he was just going to let her have this day off.
****************************************30 Minutes later******************************************
\tComfort was a myth, while not potent the vibrator was set high enough to be a constant presence. The warmth of the blanket soon became a curse as her body, against her will, reacted to the stimulation by heating up. Causing her to stew in a bed of her own sweat. Attempts she made to reach in and remove the device were in vain, the harness was part of the belt that was holding it deep inside beyond at least what she could get at. Even if she could, the part holding it in would not let her pull it out.
\t\t“So is this it? The… the next stage? Just leaving me like this?” she grasped the bars attempting to shake them for some form of attention. However it produced no results. Most of the furnishings in her cell were securely fastened to the ground or wall making it so attempts at removal or dismantling were beyond her current capacities.
\t“Aren’t you going to make some demands? Give any kind of hint to the purpose of this?” Again nothing, she let out a frustrated growl before falling back into bed. Trying to just avoid letting the sensation get to her. The constant stimulation was somehow becoming more potent over time rather than less. Or maybe it felt stronger as the exhaustion started to set in. She needed a new plan but it was so hard to think through anything like this.
****************************************12 Minutes later******************************************
\tHer body was a hot sweating mess, it had to be getting stronger. There was no other explanation that was evident to her at the moment. All this man’s toys always just jumbled her brain till she couldn’t think straight. Was this a reward? A Punishment? More training? It didn’t make sense at all to her boiling brain.
\tBlasting her damp covers from her body she wretched herself up to the bars onto her knees. Leaning against the bars she.
\t“There has to be something… right? Come on… just… tell me?” again he simply continued to fiddle with his tools. She fell back to the bed bare, the cool basement air felt as though it could stop the feverish heat that bubbled in her blood. Maybe she would get a cold or something, not really a priority right now. She lay there again, contemplating what she had to do. Mumbling thoughts out loud.
****************************************5 Minutes later******************************************
\tEventually something had to give, and it wouldn’t be her sanity she decided. Unwilling to hoist herself up she turned her head towards him, on the other side of the basement, the bars between them. Taking a few deep breaths she readied herself, delving through the depths of her mind to unearth something that might get a reaction. Like swimming in mud she felt the frustration bubble up from below, and she spoke.
\t“This all you want from me? Siiirr? Am I suffering enough? Siiirr?”
\tHe stopped, set his tools down and looked over his shoulder. His eyes only half open.
\t“Well, even sarcastically you have at least started in the right direction haven’t you. However I don’t think that you are really suffering, if I wanted to make you truly suffer there are other tools I could use.”
\tThe words lingered in the air for a while, as if she was hallucinating she blinked. What?
\t“What?”
\tHe shrugged, turning away back to his task. Back to how it was, it was what she said, something she said. She sat up slowly focusing on what she needed to think about. She said something that made him pay attention, what was it? Clamboring over her memories she fiercely examined her spiteful words to finally find an answer.
\t“Sir.”
\tHe again dropped what he was doing again, peaking over.
\t“Yes?”
\tIt was the word, the moniker, a title donned upon a stranger that you at least felt deserved a subtle courtesy. Sir. The word he told her he would respond to from here on out the previous session. Sir. That was what this was about?
\t“Is that all this about…” He started to turn away. “Sir?’ till she again caught his attention. Turning around completely as she seemed to be set on finally conversing.
\t“What is this? In this particular context? The endurance training?”
\tA grimace scrawled down her face, a tumbling mass of wrinkles stumbling between confusion and fury.
\t“What training? Endure what?!”
\tHe sat there silently for a moment looking at her, as it again dawned on her how difficult this would be. Gritting her teeth she snarled the word forth. “What training, SIR?”
\tHe nodded, taking a deep breath. “Well this in particular exercise was twofold. To see if you were actually willing to obey the rules that were laid out last session about how you are to interact with your betters. You would get no information or opportunity to escape your sentence if you didn’t at least follow the baseline limitations for your speech.”
\tHe stopped for a moment letting her speak. To which she intently leaned against the bars, a new vigor roused from her desire to be free of her current curse. “And the other aspect of the training… sir?”
\tThis time he smiled as he produced a slip of paper from the workbench. “Well, you now know that negotiating out of any of your tasks cannot be done without speaking appropriately. Thus I felt we could push it another step and see if you could even broach the idea of taking your proper place.” He stood still donning his sinister smirk as he presented the piece of paper to her. Simply reading
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“The torture may end when you willfully utter this simple phrase with earnest intent:
\t"My lord may you spare your property this indignity."
The fucking gall, so that is how it was huh? She tore up the paper, not satisfied with a simple single rip of even two but instead tore every piece into more pieces till she finally brought her glare to her captor. She held it for a moment as his infuriating fucking grin remained. She threw the tattered fragments at him as they didn’t even travel half the distance to his smug fucking face before scattereing like confetti. He shrugged, turning around towards the door. Not even returning to the chair at the workbench. “Have a good night.” he said as he opened the door and turned off the light.
*******************************************8 Hours Later****************************************
\tThis was her fate it seemed. Daily she was reduced to a blathering mess of sexual tension that is left humiliated at every attempt she makes at retaining her pride. Though this concept was a bit outside of her current presence of mind it would be in her thoughts later after her mind recovered from the numbing fog of biological tension which had rendered her an exhausted mess. The device was unquestionably changing intensity over time seemingly at random but she couldn't’ exactly discern due to the state it had left her in.
\tIf there was any benefit to this she supposed aside from how good it sometimes felt was the fact that she couldn’t really go anywhere else from here. She was so far from level headed that she was utterly unaware of Edwin's presence; at least till he clanged a wrench he was carrying across the bars.
\tWith her aching body she rolled over her sweat covered sheets taking a moment between shuddering breaths to lean up against the bars. It took her ages, but she hoisted herself to eye level with her captor, who was kindly squatting down and patiently waiting for her. She struggled to keep her eyes focused on him as she faintly whispered some half memory from hours before.
\t“Pllleeease… ssisi-sir… spare… pro-property…” As her mind roiled in a tumult of chemical afflictions she struggled to grasp words.
\tA smirk cracked over his face in the dim twilight peeking through the thin slit of a window between. “Is that all?”
\tShe blinked, one eye at a time, feeling something tumble around in her mind as the room stretched out before her turning from a box to a cascading hallway off into the horizon behind him. She closed her eyes, turning away from the surreal elements and merely thinking of the words. The spell, the password to end this nightmare of eternal ecstasy.
\t“Please...please sire… s-spare y… your property… this… a-agony….”
\tShe opens her eyes to see him nod, he stands and turns away as her heart drops for a moment thinking that she had failed again. That she would be left to go mad in the fleshy prison of her own body. Till he reached the workbench on the other side of the room and the sensation suddenly stopped. She wanted to laugh as she collapsed into the bed. The constant stimulus ended, she finally started to shut down, no longer kept on the precipice. Finally she was free to rest, free from the tyranny of her sexuality again, free to be pleased with simply having a leash around her neck instead of inside her mind. Free to once again, rest.