Alexa twists in her sleep, awakened by a nightmare. The hours of torment turned into days as his Mistress whipped him every time he referred to herself by his dead name. She corrects herself in her mind. As she is no longer what she once was, she is terrified that she will never be again.
But the horrors of life have a wicked ability to twist in the mind. To corrupt the image of ourselves so that we see beauty in the horrors. What had begun as pure torment, having her fed from every lower orifice that her Master released within the Kitten, has changed. It has become an almost beautiful ritual. What once turned her stomach was eagerly becoming her favorite meal.
The terrifying thing is she had begun to fall for her captors. Her body came alive with every nerve hypersensitive as Mistress Kitty came into view. Her visits broke up the monotony of being alone, tied to the ground. The goons bathe her daily, unwrapping her binds as oils and perfumes are rubbed into her body. Their voices are rough with harsh accents, commenting on how she will be purified for the Mistress.
The sound of a heavy bolt shatters the memory of the insistent and terrifying baths. The clicking of heels raises Alexa's spirits as she can barely contain her desire for her next meal. The hunger as her body trembles and convulses scares her. She doesn't think she could survive without her daily service. It has been engrained repeatedly that this is her life, her service.
"I have good news, mouse..."
"Yes, Mistress?"
"A surgeon will be this evening."
"Surgeon?" Alexa asks, terrified.
"Of course, we can't allow you to be something you are not. You are no longer a man."
"Mistress, please. I want to..."
The harsh sound of her laughter strikes deeper in her heart than anything before. The mockery of her wants chills her to the bone, "Wants! Don't be absurd; your wants mean nothing after you took the innocence of others. The moments meant nothing to you; your desires meant nothing to me."
"Mistress, I apologized..."
"For some things, apologies cannot take it back. For some horrendous crimes, a pound of flesh and a lifetime of service is needed. Luckily for you, it is within your Mistress's service."
"Mistress, please..." Alexa coughs as the heels kick into her ribs. Coughing, she rolls over on her back as her Mistress crouches over her.
"You think you deserve your meal? No, little mouse, you deserve nothing. You disobey your Mistress's wishes and won't get your next meal until you comply. Until you learn what it is to serve others. You will never be free."
Alexa stretches her tongue out to meet the meal she readily needs. Fasting on water with this single meal is her only source of pleasure. The only source of taste comes from Kitty's service at their Master's feet. Alexa's tongue stretches out, feeling the pain in her throat as it is hyperextended to have the tip of her tongue slide against the Kitten's slit.
"Enough of this," Mistress Kitty explains as she stands and walks out the door, "You will not be fed again until you obey my every wish. You still get to decide things as a slave girl, our slave girl; how stupid are you."
The sound of the deadbolt locking causes tears to run down Alexa's face. She needs this, needs the intimacy of the meal. It's the only thing that shows any kindness to her, any mercy. It is the only place she feels love, in the service of her Mistress.
Alexa hates it, but she needs his taste. The first time their Master released within Kitty's anus, Alexa realized her date. Her lips immediately reached for her Mistress's slit but the taste. That honey nectar of love and pleasure wasn't there. She still worshiped her Mistress's slit but felt empty inside. It was as if the soul of the experience had changed.
Alexa was enjoying it as a torment and service. The way Mistress Kitty spoke of her owner created a need within Alexa. A need to do better and feed this side of the Kitten, for if she fed in the way her Mistress fed their owner, she could win her freedom. She was selfish, holding back, and needed to serve every need and begged to drink and eat their after of their Master.
As Mistress Kitty sat upon her face, Alexa's tongue darted within her anus. Licking and sucking upon the warmth of the sweet love. She needed it as much as she needed to breathe, as it convinced her she was worth something. That there was a part of Mistress Kitty's owner; she was worthy of tasting and touching. Being without it broke something inside her. She had begun to cry every night, and it took only three days for her to consent and undergo the surgery that would change her life forever.