“It’s seven o’clock.”

Cane replied casually.

I got out of bed and walked to the sink, following the same routine as every day. As the sheets slipped away, I stood completely exposed and Cane openly admired me.

What a madman. I thought bitterly.

As I brushed my teeth and washed my face, Cane’s gaze followed me relentlessly. His eyes were thick with something darker than mere lust – dangerous and disturbing.

My empty stomach churned with nausea. I wanted to throw up, but I knew it would only bring back the acid.

“You haven’t had breakfast.”

Cane said coldly, looking at the untouched food. His voice was indifferent, but the way he stared at the cold tray stopped me in my tracks as I moved towards the bed. His unwavering gaze locked onto mine and I quickly looked away.

“Nothing goes in.”

“…”

At my flat response, one of Cane’s eyebrows raised.

“Are you sure?”

“If nothing goes in, then you have to force it in.”

“…”

“I’m also trying to widen the narrow hole, Doctor. I’m working hard.”

His crude words made me bite my lip.

“No matter how much I think about it, it feels like I’m protesting by not eating…”

Cane laughed softly, rubbing his chin in amusement. The word ‘protest’ seemed almost laughable in this situation, a cruel mockery of what was happening. I was on the verge of despair. I really couldn’t eat anymore, and even drinking water made my stomach turn painfully.

Noticing my pale complexion, Cane motioned for me to come closer. I slowly approached and stood before him, the humiliation of being exposed under his gaze sinking deep into my bones. I felt completely stripped of my dignity. My self-esteem was shattered and I had neither the strength nor the will to resist. Even my once sharp mind had dulled under the weight of it all.

“You must be punished.”

He said matter-of-factly as if the decision had already been made in his mind. My body trembled at his words. What kind of punishment?

Suddenly, memories of the early days of my captivity came flooding back – of the time I had refused to eat. He had tied me up then, claiming it was punishment, although there had been no real reason to bind my wrists. The thought sent a chill down my spine.

“I didn’t deliberately not eat.”

I protested, my voice shaking.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Cane replied cheerfully as if my argument was irrelevant.

“What matters is that you didn’t eat. It’s the same with the maid. It doesn’t matter why she helped you, just that she did. And I don’t care why you tried to escape, what matters is that you did.”

His tone was almost unnervingly calm as he delivered these twisted explanations as if he was doing me a favor by explaining his logic. At that moment, his abnormality became even more apparent, defying any sense of reason. Cane had always been dangerous, but now he seemed more vicious, more unpredictable. The faint traces of kindness or familiarity that I had occasionally sensed in our countless encounters vanished completely, leaving only cold cruelty in their place.

Kane yanked hard on my chain, pulling me down until I instinctively knelt before him. He spread his legs lazily and I thought I knew what he wanted. My trembling hands reached for his belt, but before I could go any further Cane gently lifted my face to meet his eyes.

“S*cking my d*ck is no punishment.”

He said, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. His eyes, filled with mischief, felt incredibly cruel at this moment. The cold, detached way he approached everything made it clear that this was all just a game to him.

He leaned forward slightly and rummaged through the black bag on the floor. I didn’t turn to see what he was looking for, fear swirling in my gut. His solid chest brushed lightly against my forehead before he pulled away, making me feel even more exposed and vulnerable.

For a fleeting moment, I thought about how different life had been before all of this – the idea of trust, of real connection, felt so far away. But now the warmth of normalcy was a fading memory, like moments spent with loved ones that were gone, leaving only this cruel, twisted reality.

What he pulls out of the bag is… truly terrifying.

“…What…is that…?”

My voice trembled uncontrollably. Without realizing it, I instinctively pulled my body back.

“It’s not a bee… it’s a creature called a tentacle… used by s*x slaves to clean wounds on their vaginal walls as their mucus is similar to the beneficial components of the v*gina.”

A black, tentacled appendage writhed slowly from his hand. Ugh! I gagged reflexively, my body recoiling further back. But Cane pulled on the chain, causing me to stumble and fall, the tentacle in his hand pressing against my cheek. It felt firmer and softer than I had expected. Cold too. The slime had a faint floral scent. A strange contrast to its grotesque appearance.

“Take it away!”

I slapped his hand away. The tentacle fell to the ground with a thud, looking even more disgusting.

Cane reached out and picked it up, kneading it playfully. It began to grow, bit by bit. I gasped in shock.

“You trained for hours yesterday. I need to check carefully to make sure there’s no injury or infection. Isn’t this the perfect punishment?”

Cane grinned as he threw the creature, which he called a tentacle, onto the bed. Then he pulled me onto his lap and sat me on his knees. I struggled but he easily spread my legs, hooked them over his arms, and turned us towards the bed. Now sitting on his knees, I was forced to spread my legs wide in front of the tentacle.

“Stick, stick -!”

I pounded on his arms and shook my head, but Cane rested his chin on the top of my head and soothed me with a soft hush. The very thought of exposing my v*gina to this unknown creature was terrifying. But a greater fear awaited me. The tentacle began to move, very slowly.

The tentacle slowly crawled up Cane’s thigh.

“It’s sniffing your v*gina.”

Cane whispered in my ear. The creature crept closer, its tip – which looked like a mouth – brushing against the inside of my thigh. The wet, s*cking texture pressed against my skin.

“No, no, I don’t want that!”

I struggled to move my legs but couldn’t get out of Cane’s arms. The tentacle crept further and further inside me. Finally, its wetness reached the crack of my p*ssy. It groped and sucked at the tightly closed hole with fear and tension, the head pressing against my cl*t. It felt strange. It was cold and sticky.

And then the black tentacles pushed their heads out and began to dig into my hole.

“Argh…”

The twisting sensation was unpleasant. The flesh stretched. The sight of the black tentacle digging into my hole was grotesque. Cane poked my arse with his er*ect p*nis in a frenzy of excitement.

My hole opened and the tentacle slid in. The walls of my v*gina filled with cold slime. It wriggled inside my hole, demanding more and more. In and in, in and in, the flesh stretching with each thrust.

“Hah…!”

Though it was less than the touch of Cane’s hand and p*nis, a distinct pleasure surged up from below. I didn’t want to be aroused by a creature I couldn’t even identify. But when the tentacle finally filled my hole and began to wriggle, I was helpless.

“Mmmm, hmmm…”

“They’re aphrodisiacs too, these really useful creatures.”

Cane lifted the hand that was resting on my leg and stroked my er*ect n*pple.

“Hmm!”

A shiver ran down my spine. The tentacle wouldn’t stay still, writhing and squirming, sucking at my vaginal walls. The tentacles of the tentacle burned hot against the slime it spewed. It filled my cavity, making me writhe and shudder with every movement.

“Doctor, the tentacle’s tail is moving in and out of your p*ssy from above.”

“Oh, ugh… that’s a terrible thing to say…”

“It’s supposed to be therapeutic, but you’re having such an obscene reaction to it. Do you think that’s OK?”

“Oh no…hmmm…!”

“What’s not, you’re dripping, my thighs are all wet, and this isn’t tentacle slime.”

By now Cane had loosened his grip on my legs and was groping my inner thighs. My legs spread without him holding them apart. Cane’s fingers rubbed over my wet l*bia and cl*t. The stubby wings spread to give me a better view of the black creature inside my hole. It was only Cane’s p*nis, enlarged. Only it was less hard and mushy. It was like a slightly hardened jelly.

The twitching tentacles s*cked and rubbed gently against the fleshy walls of the hole, and each time they did, my hole gaped open and a small stream of juice oozed out.

“I want to put it in, but what can I do.”

Cane fingered the junction of the holes that held the tentacles, the flesh of my p*ssy stretching and pulling taut. He pressed down hard. My hole twitched and quivered at his touch.

“Ah. There’s another one.”

His hand slid further down, rubbing hard against my an*s. His fingers slid in shallowly. The juices dripping from my hole were so wet that my an*s was completely soaked.

I rocked my hips, moaning in time to his shallow thrusts.

“Ah, ha, mmmm…hmmm!”

The more aroused I became, the more the tentacles moved. It slid in and out, then back in again, shuddering violently inside me, s*cking at my v*ginal walls. I wasn’t sure it was supposed to be therapeutic. It was more like another piece of exercise equipment.

“I think you’ll like these tentacles.”

“Oh yeah, hmmm…!”

I shook my head, unable to deny it. Cane swirled a finger roughly up my bum.

“You’re an omnivore, Doctor. You like Theo’s c*ck, you like Noel’s, you like mine, and now you like Tenacle’s, which is crazy. Will you put other men’s d*cks in this hole and shake your hips?”

“Oh no…ugh!”

There was a contradiction in his words. My body was subservient to a man. Noel, Theo, and Cane were all one man. A body that had become so sensitive and obscene that it would only respond to its master’s pleasure. Knowing this better than anyone, Cane continued to grin.

“What do you mean, no? You love any man’s d*ck, don’t you, Doctor?”

He pushed my body forward slightly and pulled down his shorts. He grabbed his p*nis, which had popped out with a thud, with his hand and rubbed it against my back, then lifted my body. His hard p*nis, fully er*ect and dripping with prec*m, touched my an*s. And then my body sat down.

“Ahhhh”

My an*s was wide open.

He pushed my body down onto the bed and shook his hips. His c*ck slid in and out of my an*s. The tentacles twitched and poked my v*ginal hole at the same time.

I reached my climax. The tentacles squeezed into the shape of my v*ginal walls, then swelled and twitched again. It felt like a big snake moving back and forth inside the hole.