My daily routine had become simple again. Although there was a slight upheaval when Theo entered the picture, the regular pattern had returned. Mornings were spent with Cane training me, lunch and dinner were prepared by Noel, and in the evenings Theo would drop in for various conversations. I found myself involved in deeper and more meaningful discussions than I had been in the previous four years.

Noel was sweet and caring enough to make my firm resolve waver just a little. Theo remained calm, sharp, and incredibly attractive. As for Cane… well, having s*x with him felt like he was stealing my soul.

I never asked Cane questions like Do you like me? or Are you jealous? but I could tell from the things he said and did in passing that he was not indifferent to my feelings. It was also clear that he didn’t just see me as a s*x slave to be trained. His feelings may not have been as intense as Theo’s or Noel’s, but Cane certainly had an interest in me. I chose not to explore this further.

As Theo had mentioned a few nights earlier, both Cane and Noel showed a certain amount of restraint. However, this only meant that instead of continuing to have s*x after the first time, they now tidied up neatly after a climax.

Even with this shift, having been intimate with Cane once (an intense and overwhelming experience), Noel once and Theo once, I was still physically involved with them at least three times a day – a significant amount by any standard.

Noel and Theo often showed signs of restraint or control, but Cane didn’t seem to care about such things at all; he practised a daily routine of climaxing once a day.

No matter how fit Theo was, with his athletic background, having s*x three times a day would surely send out warning signals about his health. Of course, I wasn’t in a position to worry about that.

I was busy taking care of my own body, especially after having s*x with Cane, which left me completely drained of energy, often resulting in me sleeping deep into the late afternoon.

Noel even changed my diet to include nutritious meals for the sake of my health.

***

“Aaaaahhh!”

I moaned, arching my back as the p*nis entered me from behind. Cane had only ever f*cked me in this position. He would turn me over on my stomach and insert his p*nis from behind.

The reason…

“Ha, Doctor, ugh… Seriously, this is driving me crazy. Relax.”

He slapped my bum. The stinging pain of the flesh rubbing against the palm was quite pleasant at this point. The fake p*nis stuck in my arse was pushed out by the force of my arse wall.

Cane slid the d*ldo back into my arse, pushing it in and out of my arse.

“Aaahhh…yeah…”

White sparks flash before my eyes. An*l, who has been tortured for a long time since we started having s*x, squirms with every movement of the d*ldo inside me and clenches tightly around the imitation p*nis. Cane deftly slaps the tip of the d*ldo against the spot where I felt it.

“Aaah, uhhh…yeah, ahhhh!”

Cane’s hips didn’t stop moving and the d*ldo that had initially filled my ar**hole suddenly split in two. The thick p*nis and d*ldo thrusting in and out of me from both sides were a mess of sensations.

Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth from the overwhelming pleasure. My eyes, already blurred with pleasure, are not staring at anything, but are simply being swept away by the violent rush of pleasure.

“Ah, ah, good, ughh, hmph! Ahh…!”

“When I poke you like this, do you like it?”

He asks as he roughly pulls the d*ldo out of my ar**hole and shoves it back in, thrusting it in and out of my ars*.

My bottom is stretched to the limit and tingling. All I can hear through the tingling is a whimper of pleasure.

“OK, ah, yes, good, ah…! Huh, huh! Aah!”

“You can’t live without my d*ck, can you? Can you? Doctor?”

Puck, puck, puck, his words are choppy as he rocks and thrusts. I nod desperately. I don’t really know what I’m thinking at the moment, whether it’s escape or something else. All I can think about is the red-hot pleasure filling my body. I’m not a man, I’m an animal with nothing left but instinct.

“Me too, Doctor, if there’s no hole I can’t do it anymore… huh.”

He pulls out the d*ldo he’s been stretching, poking and prodding and tosses it aside.

“Hmmmm!”

Even the feeling of getting out is eerily good.

“I want to stick it up your bum like a maniac every day.”

Cane’s thumb sank into the dirty, closing an*s. He twists it around inside the entrance, teasing his hips, sliding it back and forth against the hole.

“Haa… uh, hmph… . Ugh… !”

As the stuffing slipped out of my an*s, the pleasure that had taken my breath away eased a little. I caught my breath. Now and then, when both holes were filled, I’d gasp for breath and stumble over the edge. More than once I had to stifle a moan, the pleasure was so intense.

My an*s clenched and twitched as I s*cked on his thumb. At the same time, the hole holding his p*nis is throbbing too, savoring the sensation of the stiff shaft. My body is going crazy with pleasure.

“Ahhhh, hmmm”

Cane thrust his thumb into my an*s a few more times, simultaneously jerking his p*nis hard, before pulling it out of my hole. A sloppy stream of fluid dripped down and my v*ginal walls trembled as they closed.

He only ej*culated once because he held back so much, but the s*x seemed to last longer and I had three or four orgasms in that time.

“Lie down.”

I groaned and lay down in an er*ect position, my body still hot. Cane’s hands spread my legs wide. My slick, wet p*ssy was on full display for him to see. The mere sight of him made my v*ginal walls twitch and quiver as if struck by lightning.

“It’s brown here, like the color of your hair, so it’s pretty.”

He strokes my pubic hair. His rough touch is hardly affectionate, but my body is constantly aroused. His mere presence is an aphrodisiac for me.

“S*ck my c*ck.”

He climbed on top of me and thr*st his c*ck into me. The distinctive scent of sour v*ginal juices assaulted my nose as my lips sank into his wet c*ck.

“Awww!”

Cane had always embarrassed me with his uncharacteristic position. Today was no different. I’d sucked Cane’s c*ck many times, but I’d never had it in my mouth in this position. His tongue flicked into my hole. The closed walls of my v*gina were pushed open by his tongue.

“Ugh…ugh!”

I groaned. Reason had long since flown out the window.

I took Cane’s c*ck in my hand and nibbled on the head. The hot, slippery, hard shaft felt alive. I ran my tongue along the bulging veins, then s*cked the whole shaft into my mouth. It tasted sour, but not strange. What was strange was the slippery viscosity. Cane’s was big and hot.

“Ha, ah…that’s good…”

As he moaned, his breath hit my p*ssy. My body jerked and my er*ect cl*t was instantly s*cked into his mouth, s*cked, and l*cked it.

“Aaah! Aaah…!”

I moaned, holding on to his p*nis. I couldn’t concentrate on s*cking. Cane didn’t seem to care whether I did or not as he slid two fingers into my wet hole and started pumping them back and forth. Ding, ding, ding, every movement of his fingers made an erotic sound.

My cl*t was still being s*cked. The sensation went straight up.

“Aaahhhhhh!”

I had an org*sm right away. It was such a crazy touch. His tongue licked my cl*t greedily as he thrust right where I felt it, rubbing and grunting deep inside. Whimpering, ringing pleasure followed.

I screamed, “Stop, stop-!” and bucked my legs apart. It was no use, his head was between my legs. Cane slid his finger in and out of my hole until I trembled, quivering, throbbing v*ginal walls were almost subdued.

“Ah. You’re supposed to do it with this.”

He picked up the d*ldo that had fallen to the floor beside him. With his fingers still buried in my p*ssy, he lifted my lower half towards the ceiling. My hips lifted slightly, giving him a better view of my an*l opening, still wet with my juices and gel. The d*ldo swirled around my an*l opening, burning me. I moaned.

Suddenly, with a bang, the d*ldo was in my bum. I gasped again as the d*ldo slowly entered my slightly swollen hole.

The d*ldo was smaller than Cane’s p*nis, but much thicker than a finger. Even though it had been trained and inserted for days, I couldn’t get used to it.

Cane’s attention seemed to have shifted away from the matter of my s*cking earlier in the evening, even though I couldn’t get any of the p*nis he’d given me to take into my mouth. His fingers thrust, thrust, thrust into my hole, and the hand holding the d*ldo moved with them, plunging, plunging, deep into my ars*, the d*ldo showing no mercy.

My eyes blurred again. Oh, I’m going to die. I sincerely felt that way. I felt like I was going to choke to death on the pleasure. My moans were interrupted by long pauses, then sporadic bursts. The over-the-top pleasure was torture.