Story: The Bottle

Caroline came home late one winter evening, from her job at the prestigious law firm, to the mansion-like house which that job had bought her, and in which she lived alone. 

Except that night she wasn’t alone.  There was a man in her house, waiting for her. 

He had broken in earlier that day, and he had already been through her personal computer – which she *knew* she should have kept password protected, but never had – and he had found the evidence of her repeated embezzlements for the law firm, the emails in which she had sold privileged client information to third-parties, and her browser history, which revealed an embarrassing kink for rape porn. 

He was tall, muscular, not entirely unattractive, and he never told her his name.  He told her that names weren’t important.  He would refer to her as “cunt”, and from now on she would call him “sir”. 

He didn’t have to say “or else”.  He just told her he had accessed her computer, and Caroline knew what that meant. 

He made her undress, and then he made her rape fantasies come true.  He threw her on her bed, applied lube to her cunt, and then roughly fucked her until he ejaculated inside her.  For Caroline, terrified, it wasn’t anywhere near as erotic as the videos she had watched while masturbating, but “sir” didn’t seem to care. 

After he was done with her, he made her stand up, and he held an empty baby bottle between her legs.  He let his cum drip from her freshly-raped twat into the bottle, and then he filled the rest with milk, screwed the rubber nozzle onto the end, and passed it to her. 

“Drink, cunt,” he said, and she did, afraid to disobey, suckling at the cum-and-milk mixture through the nozzle like a baby. 

“Rub your pussy while you drink,” he told her, and she did, and after a while her traitorous cunt even started to respond. 

He told her how things would be.  She would transfer everything she owned into his name.  He would live here in the house now, and sleep in her bed, and she would sleep naked on the floor at the foot of the bed.  She would never again wear clothes inside her house, or stand up – she was expected to crawl.  He would fuck her when he chose to.  And he would train her, in two specific behaviours. 

If she did all that, then she would be allowed to continue working her job in a normal fashion during the days, and when her training was complete he would set her free.  He would still own her possessions, but he would leave her house, and she could even sleep in her own bed.  He would expect her to continue to go naked in her house, and crawl, but he would have no way of knowing if she disobeyed.  He would be done with her. 

And in return he wouldn’t go to the police with her crimes, and nor would he release the video he had made of raping her. 

Caroline had no illusions about what going to prison would be like, for an attractive female lawyer.  She knew of a female prosecutor who had been caught selling drugs, and when she had gone to jail she had just vanished.  The rumour was she had been secretly transferred to a men’s prison, where she was passed around as a naked, handcuffed, ball-gagged toy between the men she had helped convict. 

So Caroline agreed. 

The rapes weren’t all that bad.  In fact, as she became used to them, Caroline began to grow wet when she saw her owner’s cock hardening, and it wasn’t long before she was orgasming from her sexual violation. 

Her owner would always make her drain the cum afterwards into the baby bottle. 

The baby bottle was, in fact, one of the two items of “training” he had referred to.  He would feed her from the baby bottle, and the bottle always had a little bit of semen mixed into it.  Often it was his, but he seemed to get large amounts from other sources, too.  He told her that some of it was from animals.  He would mix other things into the milk too – protein, vitamins.  He told her it was everything she needed to be a good, healthy cunt.   

She was fairly sure he added something else, too – a drug of some kind – because despite the foul taste of the mix, she always felt strangely happy after drinking from her bottle. 

After that first time, he never let her hold the bottle herself.  He kept a small electric prod on him, and he would zap it against her tits or cunt if he ever saw her bring her hands near her face or tits or pussy.  She wasn’t allowed to touch them, or bring anything near them.  He told her they didn’t belong to her.  He would hold her, and feed her as if she were a baby (or an animal). 

It was also the rule that her pussy had to be stimulated while she was drinking.  Sometimes she would sit on his lap as he fed her, and bounce on his cock, but he had also installed dildos in her house, fixed to the floor or chairs or the wall, and she could also impale herself on one of these while he fed her. 

Sometimes he made other meals for her – normal meals – and he would tell her to eat them.  But he must have put something in these, because they always made her sick, and after a while her stomach began to clench at the mere sight of any food that didn’t come in her baby bottle.  She would refuse to eat them, and then he would beat her tits and tell her she had to, until she gave in and did as she was told – and then she would feel sick again, and become even more terrified of what she started to think of as “human food”. 

Once she reached this point, her owner began to piss in her baby bottle, as part of the mix, making sure that she could see him doing it.  It made her stomach churn, and her face flush with humiliation, but she still submissively sucked the fluid from the bottle when he fed it to her, and it still made her feel good when she did. 

Then he began feeding her bottles of nothing but milk.  She brightened up at first when she could taste neither cum nor piss in the mix – but afterwards she was sick again, and she realised that such normal drinks were as forbidden for her as normal food was. 

Before long, she realised she had been irreversibly trained.  She would never again be able to eat normal food – even if it wasn’t drugged, her mind would convince her that it was.  She would have to take all her meals from a baby bottle – and, worse than that, she would need the fluid to contain both piss and cum, and she would need a man to hold the bottle for her, and she would need to be humping something as she drank. 

For the other training, he had her clitoris pierced, and a special ring run through it.  It could detect when she was pissing – and it could deliver her a sharp, agonising, electric shock, directly into her clit.   

He set it to give her such a shock any time she pissed, unless he had first given her permission – and he would only give her permission if she was outdoors, and if she first stripped naked, and got down on all fours. 

Again, he would experiment with variations on this.  He gave her permission to piss on a normal toilet – but she got a shock when she did.  He told her to piss outdoors, but said that she didn’t have permission – and she got a shock.  He told her to piss standing upright – and she got a shock. 

Before long, she was trained in this too.  She couldn’t voluntarily urinate unless she had permission from a man, and she was naked, outdoors, and on all fours.  Otherwise she just couldn’t do it – at least until her bladder got too full to control, and then she would simply wet herself, wherever she was, as her piercing shocked her for being a slut. 

And then it was done.  Her owner raped her one final time – and then left.  Leaving her alone in her house… with no one to feed her, and no one to give her permission to use the toilet. 

And Caroline knew that she would now need to go out and find a man – and explain to him how she needed to be owned, how she needed to be fed, how she needed to toilet – and hope that he would agree to look after the poor, confused, slutty pet that she had become…

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