Chapter 9 Skin to skin

In the afternoon Antonio felt something twisting in his belly; he hoped it was just hunger. He was lucky not to have gotten sick from ingesting his own shit. He hoped the cake hadn't done anything else to him, so he clenched his legs in case he was going to defecate. The plug really felt uncomfortable, and more so when he clenched it, he felt the plastic hitting the walls of his intestine, but he also felt that if he relaxed it he would release excrement, and since he had already verified that sadistic man would punish him brutally, he hoped he wouldn't have any more pretexts, although deep down he knew that even so he would have a bad time. He just didn't want to increase that treatment, and he hoped that his sick captor would release him soon; after all, someone would have to go to that house, right? Or he would have other things to do. He thought he should have listened to his parents, about how it wasn't necessary for him to leave, they didn't need much. Tears sprang from his eyes upon remembering this, and then the door began to open; it was his master. He had already showered and changed, he entered with a regal bearing; even knowing the monster that man was, he looked truly gallant.

- I'll change you from that position. This time we'll use the bed, but I still don't trust you, so you'll remain tied up. - Miguel said.

- Yes, my lord.

- Okay, let's remove the plug. You'll shit in the tray again. If you shit outside or stain me, you'll see what happens. Now lift your legs. The bitch raised her legs in an arch, her master placed the tray under him and took out the plug. The slave's ass felt empty but began to flood with fecal matter; it really wasn't much, but he felt the cramp end in his belly. Thank goodness it was only that. - Dump all the shit that's in your intestine well, or I'll have to give you another big enema. I will, my lord. - replied the whore and began to push; she let out a couple of gases but no more fecal matter. - I think that's all, my lord, he said ashamed. In fact, his master noticed and found it somewhat tender; he had raped her and had her tied up, and little things like that still embarrassed her. He could almost give her some respite, but his ego won out and he knew he should enjoy that body even more, and he removed the tray with disgust and sprayed perfume on her. In time the bitch would do those chores, but he needed to train her to trust her.

Now bring your legs together, I'll tie them. - said his master as he took a rope to carry out that act. The bitch was closing her legs while responding - Yes, my lord. - She was yielding quite well to his desires; she already seemed transformed, but he knew he needed more time to bring her to that perpetual state. Maybe it was only temporary for the moment.

Finally, with her legs tied, he opened the handcuffs, revealing some laceration on the slave's wrists, and released her from the bed only to lift her in his arms. Seeing Antonio...