Chapter 54 #2
“How about this one?” He holds up a pink butt plug that has a swirly silicone thing at the base. A pig tail.
Horror washes over me. I stop breathing for a moment, hoping it will somehow make him put the crude thing back in the drawer.
Killian lets out a cruel laugh. “I guess that’s a no.” He grabs a bottle of lube along with the two horrible items and crouches before me. “Apparently, Dad hasn’t shown you just how much he loves to humiliate women.”
“Just stop, Killian. Stop. I get your point. You own me, you can do whatever you want. He can’t stop you.”
“Nah, that’s not really the point I’m trying to make here.” He starts unbuckling the straps on the harness, getting ready to put it on me. “I’m simply giving you a little sample to let you know what you’re in for once he gets you all to himself.”
I go absolutely frantic when he moves the harness toward me, the ears flapping crudely. “Stop, Killian. Stop!” I scream. But he doesn’t listen. The straps go over my head, and Killian buckles them in place. But the worst part hasn’t even started yet.
Tears pool in my eyes when Killian picks up a short strap with a piece of U-formed metal, bent at the end.
I instantly recognize the item. A nose hook.
I still remember that night as if it were yesterday, coming downstairs with that thing inside my nose, unable to get it out, having to face Ian like that.
I was devastated. Then Ian made me whole again—maybe even made me love it.
But Ian is not here. He won’t be for hours.
“Stop,” I beg when Killian pushes the cold metal into my nose, but my voice is weak now. The tears spill over when he pulls the hook tight, stretching my nose upward, and attaches the strap to the top of the harness.
Killian grabs my chin to get a good look at me. I screw my eyes shut, even knowing it won’t make a difference. He’ll still see the ugly hook pulling at my nose and those pink ears sticking up from my forehead.
“And the princess turned into a piggy,” he mocks. “Open up,” he demands, shoving something round and rubbery against my mouth.
I instantly know what it is. Jerking my head to the side, I open my eyes to see a pink gag ball.
Everything inside me coils tight. This is it.
If he puts that thing in my mouth, there’ll be no salvaging the remnants of my dignity.
I won’t be able to keep myself together through the rest of this ordeal.
Losing my ability to speak—to protest—somehow seems more self-eradicating than anything else at this moment.
So I muster all the strength and urgency I can and aim my gaze at Killian. “If you do this, I will never forgive you. Never.”
He hesitates, seeing the truth in my eyes. Doubt flickers across his face. But it’s only for a second. Then the cold detachment is back. “Sure you will. You did the last time.” He pushes the ball against my teeth. “Open, little piggy. Open.”
I try to refuse, but my strength fades fast as the indignity of it all drags me down. He keeps pushing, demanding that I open, and finally I do. With a whimper of defeat, I shut my eyes and let my jaw fall open.
The rubber ball slips between my teeth, bringing me one step deeper into the muck—one step further away from myself.
I can’t take it. I want to draw in on myself and disappear, but it’s impossible to forget when Killian moves behind me, squirts lube between my ass cheeks, and pushes the plug against my narrow opening.
It doesn’t matter how many times he has used me back there; there’s no getting used to it.
And I guess that’s the point. Killian always makes sure to get as much humiliation as he can out of it.
This time, it cuts deeper than any other time as the image of the pink tail keeps flashing through my brain and the hook keeps pulling at my nose.
Part of me wishes I could relax so he could just get it over with.
But despite my many efforts at breathing deeply and loosening my muscles, there’s no way to ease the strain of the humiliation.
It seems to take forever for Killian to get the plug in place.
Because making me enjoy it is part of the humiliation.
Instead of making me hurt and forcing it past my tense muscles, Killian takes his time, prodding and massaging, igniting my sensitive nerve endings and sending heat rushing to my core.
I try to fight the pleasure, remembering the ugly ears, the hook, and the tail. But as my core comes alive, the images only seem to feed it. Killian has trained my body well, making it feed on humiliation. But my mind just can’t cope with it. Not this time.
Shame I haven’t felt since that first time Killian came all over me bursts through me, sharp and destructive. It tears at the confidence I had finally rebuilt, and it shatters my stupid heart that has never stopped longing for the man who only wants to tear me down.
When the plug finally pops in place and Killian drags a finger through my pussy lips, the humiliation is crushing. I’m wet.
“See, the piggy likes it.”
The tears spill free, a sob tears from my throat.
“But something’s missing,” he says, rising tall above me. “Little piggies aren’t clean, are they?”
I start shaking my head, utter defeat setting in. I want to groan and whimper around the gag—sputter protests—but it would only drive the humiliation deeper, so I just weep.
“We’ll have to do something about that,” he says, and there’s the sound of a buckle and a zipper opening.
I squeeze my eyes harder as a wet, rhythmic, and all too familiar sound intrudes upon my senses. I bite down on the rubber ball, shaking my head continuously, hoping he’ll somehow stop, or that I’ll drift away.
But neither happens. Killian’s breaths deepen, pleasured growls escaping him, his pace quickening. I’m shaking from the force of my tears now, feeling utterly broken when the first spurt of cum hits my back. The next goes in my ear, another ribbon on my face.
“All done. Now you’re a real piggie,” he says, almost proudly.
The clicking sound of a camera takes me straight back to that first night with Killian. The reeling realization that my dream had been crushed. His condescending tone when he threw me away like trash. Ian’s equally scornful gaze when I fled the house.
Crouching next to me, Killian grabs my hair. “Look. See what a little piggy you’ve become.”
Finally, I manage a whimper of protest, but it only makes drool spill down my chin.
“Look!” Killian demands, his booming voice a shock to my broken system.
My eyes fly open, and I stare at the phone he holds in front of my face. There I am. Hog-tied on the floor, pink ears sticking up from my head, nose crudely distended, mouth stuffed with a pink gag ball, thick strings of cum coating my hair and face.
“See, a real little piggy.” He swipes to show me a picture taken from above, the pigtail sticking out of my ass.
Something inside me breaks. The tears stop falling, and I slump in the painful restraints.
Killian releases me from the cuffs, arranging me on my side.
But I don’t move a single muscle. I can’t.
Not even when his footsteps echo his departure, leaving me alone.
Because that loneliness is even worse than any other thing he’s done to me.
That loneliness in the wake of the humiliation cuts so deep that I don’t know if I’ll ever come back from it.