Chapter 3: Chloe gets what she really wanted Master's new instruction for Chloe proved much worse than she had imagined. Her social life was now reduced to the contact she had with her colleagues at work and since Chloe's behavior had grown more and more strange during the months she had been Master's slave, even this contact was weak.

After work she rushed home to receive Master's orders. He hadn't given her a date for their next meeting, but instead he began giving her increasingly stringent orders via mail on how to run her life. Not only did she now have to wear the rubber suit all day and make sure that the monster dildo was firmly lodged in her ass, endlessly vibrating away. Now she had to dress in her rubber costume, complete with corset, heels, hood and gag the minute she came home. This meant that she now constantly pranced around in her most feminine and sexy outfit, something that did nothing to cool her already overheated sex-drive. It also prevented her from going out once the door had closed behind her at night. Since she had to wear a gag almost constantly and because Master gave very specific instruction about it, her eating habits changed as well. She now only used plates, knives and forks at work. At home she got all her nutrition from a thick, viscous porridge-like substance she cooked from various vegetables once a week. Once the vegetables had been cooked for far too long, she had to run it through the food processor, reducing it to mush. The gag she had to wear all the time was a ball-gag with a small hole in the center of the ball. Chloe ate by sucking up the mush through a straw inserted into her gag and since Master had decreed that she could only use a chair while at work or while sitting in front of the computer surfing for porn, Chloe now ate all her meals kneeling in front of her doggy-bowl on the kitchen floor.

None of it seemed very strange to Chloe anymore and she hardly ever thought of escape. If anything seemed strange to her it was the show she had to put on every day at work. Her mind was now constantly occupied with thought of how best to please Master so that she might be allowed to cum. There wasn't a single moment, night or day, when she didn't think about release and her sensitivity to touch had reached new and ridiculous heights. Even the act of wiping her ass with toilet paper was now in her mind a sexual thing. At first the full-body rubber suit she had to wear underneath her regular clothes helped by numbing the sensation of touch somewhat. But this soon passed as the feel of the rubber itself became increasingly sensual to her. Chloe had reached the point where she had to restrain herself from moaning out loud when strangers accidentally brushed against her in the street.

At night, after consuming her liquid meal, she sat in front of the computer surfing endlessly for porn. A sizable portion of her income was now used to pay for her porn surfing.

Two months went by like that, but still there was no word form Master on when they should meet again. Chloe was desperate. She so wanted to show Master what a good slut she had become and how much she deserved to be allowed to cum. One more month passed and it did nothing to alleviate her desperation, but gradually she was getting more and more used to the idea that as mere slave she had no say whatsoever in what happened to her. Master would know what was best.

After four months Chloe got fired. Her work had suffered badly from her constant sexual daydreaming and it came as no real surprise to anyone, least of all Chloe. The goodbye was awkward since Chloe had become so odd during the last couple of months. Chloe wasn't sad about it. In fact all she could think about was getting home and sit at the computer, at Master's disposal. Chloe of course wrote a mail informing Master that she had been fired and Master replied promptly. It was as if he had waited for this all along and had plans ready for it. He ordered her to get rid of all that she owned, except her computer, her rubber outfits and one set of regular clothes and to cancel the lease on her apartment. Once Chloe had done this she would receive further instructions.

Even in her feverish state of permanent sexual arousal and constant need to obey, Chloe recognized that this meant that something truly irreversible was about to happen. So far all that had happened to her, no matter how humiliating and painful, had been reversible. Chloe had been pushed very far, but still, if she had really wanted to, she would have been able to break free from Master's grip. But now she clearly recognized that if she followed Master's instruction to the letter the result would most probably be her permanent and inescapable slavery to Master. In all likelihood there would be no going back after this.

Chloe thought about it for a short while, but of course she never really had any choice. She had to obey Master. Besides, it was impossible for her to deny that the thought of permanent slavery turned her on more than almost anything else.

This meant that there was no hesitation as Chloe sold all her possessions and told her landlady that she would no longer need the apartment by the end of the month. She managed to get all of this done in less than a week and proudly sat down in front of the computer in her now empty apartment to write to Master. Her apartment was so empty that she slept on the bare floor wrapped in rubber sheets; her life reduced to endless sexual hunger and need for obedience.

Master's reply was not long coming. It instructed her to be check in to a hotel carrying all her belongings and all her money the next Friday. Master's mail made it quite clear that she would not be coming back. Chloe's heart pounded with anticipation as she read this. She was already impatient.

When the day arrived Chloe meticulously cleaned her apartment, put the key in an envelope and slipped it through her landlady's mail slot. Then she took her belongings and left. All she now owned was held in two bags: a case holding her notebook PC, her identity papers and her savings and a bag holding her rubber clothing.

As soon as she had checked in to the hotel and closed the door behind her, she quickly changed into her rubber costume: full-body suit made of black rubber covered by a red corset, red rubber, opera gloves, rubber hood leaving only her gagged mouth, nostrils and eyes exposed and finally a pair of red stilettos with seven-inch heels. As she knelt down behind the door, she could feel her heart pound with anticipation. This time Master was a long time coming. Chloe waited behind the door for several hours and she began to fear that she had been tricked when he finally knocked on the door. Chloe leapt up and opened the door to let Master in. Although it had been months since she had seen him last, he hadn't changed a bit. He looked his same old cruel self. This was confirmed when he started out by slapping her face so hard that she fell down: "Stupid slut," he sneered at her, "you're really in it now, aren't you?" Chloe felt the cold hand of fear grip her. What was he going to do to her? At the same time she felt enormously aroused by his words. This was the kind of brutal and merciless treatment she had been craving for so long. No matter what he was going to do to her Chloe was sure that it would be painful, humiliating and demeaning and she now realized that this was exactly what she needed.

As she tried to kneel in front of him to show her submission, he flipped her over onto her stomach and took her in what was the most brutal fucking Chloe had ever experienced. It was as if each of his strokes were meant to punish her, to pound and to tear her. It only made it more arousing for Chloe. Her long months of quiet and repressed slavery and abstinence had convinced that she needed to be punished, that Master had the right to do exactly as he pleased with her, no matter how brutal it would turn out to be.

Master fucked Chloe for an unusually long time and Chloe was getting tired from the pounding when he finally pulled out. Her cock strained for attention and she desperately wanted to plead for release, but decided to wait until she had cleaned his cock; a task she performed with relish. The cleaning complete she begged Master, pleaded for him to grant her an orgasm, but her request was met by derisive laughter. Master still chuckled as he gagged his sobbing slave and used an armbinder to trap her hands behind her back. Then he pulled her to her feet, attached a leash to her chastity tube and led her out of the door, taking her possessions with him as he closed the door behind him. He offered no explanation as to what was going to happen to Chloe and she couldn't ask him. She didn't resist him either and docilely let him lead her into the parking basement, where he promptly threw her into the trunk of his car. The ride was uneventful and Chloe was not surprised when he pulled her out of the trunk and led her into the same gay S&M-club she had been gangbanged in before.

This time Master didn't stop next to the line of people waiting to get in. He simply dragged her into the club and straight into the toilet. Here, next to the urinals, was a thick steel plate with a truly monstrous dildo mounted in the center. The tip of the dildo had a little hole in it and Chloe instantly began to get a bad feeling about this dildo. Her fears proved well founded as Master removed her butt-plug, greased up the monster-dildo and pushed her down on it. Chloe was convinced it was far too big. It felt like she was going to split in two and she screamed as the tip entered her, but there was no way around it and slowly, painfully she was pushed down the length of it's monster shaft until her butt-cheeks met the metal plate it was mounted on. Chloe's screams had died as she struggled to breathe, struggled to convince herself that she wasn't going to die from the brutal intrusion.

While Chloe struggled to adapt to the intrusion in her ass, Master tied her legs. First he used straps to fuse her calves to her thighs and then he used heavy straps to secure her legs to her body, making it look like Chloe was sitting in a very painful squat. The straps also made sure that her arms were now fused with her body. Then he took a strange strap and placed it over her eyes and forehead, pulled her head back until she looked straight up and finally secured it to the metal plate, insuring that Chloe's head could not be moved and that she could only look straight up. The strap was strange because it had holes for her eyes so that she could still see. Then he removed her gag and inserted a very large glass funnel into her mouth, making sure that Chloe could not remove it by leading a strap behind her head and fastening it to eyelets in the funnel. Finally he pulled a condom of sorts over Chloe's chastised member. The condom had a tube in the other end, a tube that ran into the nearest drain.

Then he addressed Chloe: "You are now a urinal. I have always thought that this was the ideal position for you, so I made arrangements with the club to install you." Chloe whined with fear as she began to realize what was about to happen. Master continued: "I have put signs up on the other urinals telling people that they are closed for repairs. You are the only urinal in the club this weekend." As he turned to leave he said: "Did I mention that this weekend is the annual beer festival, an extremely popular event in this club? Have fun." Chloe screamed as Master left the room, leaving her as the only functioning urinal in the building.

The first guy to use her got a bit of shock as he realized that the urinal was looking at him with pleading, desperate eyes. Chloe could look up at the people pissing down her throat by looking up through the side of the glass funnel. In fact Chloe could look nowhere else but up. She did have the option of closing her eyes, but what good would it do her? With her eyes open she could at least try to plead for mercy from whoever used her mouth. But mercy was not prevalent among the men pissing into her wide-open mouth. Rather the sight of a rubber-bound TV with her mouth open just waiting to swallow their piss, turned most of the guys on something awful. Once word got around that Chloe was the new urinal, sales at the bar skyrocketed. During the whole night and well into the morning Chloe had at least two guys pissing down her throat at a time, all the time. She barely had time to breathe and after a couple of hours she was bloated from all the urine she had to swallow. As the night progressed her bladder reached a state where she had to pee constantly.

Chloe tried screaming, crying and begging, but all were very hard with a funnel pressed almost down into your throat. Besides, it probably did her more harm than good, since it seemed to turn people on. Chloe was desperate, but there was no pause until early Saturday morning when most of the customers had gone home. Not everyone had left the club and Chloe still had a steady stream of customers and piss coming to her during the day, but at least there were breaks of several minutes and sometime as much as half-n-hour.

This gave Chloe some time to think and her thoughts disturbed her enormously. When she took stock of her hopeless situation, Chloe found that she liked it. In fact she loved it. She loved being forced to drink piss, she loved being held in inescapable bondage and she loved that she was now Masters complete plaything, a mere object. Her own liking for the situation scared Chloe badly because it meant, combined with Master's brutal treatment of her, that she would in all likelihood be spending a great deal of her life doing this: swallowing piss. These thoughts scared Chloe badly, but they also excited her.

As before her mind was filled with the need to cum. It was now more than six months since she had had her last orgasm and most of that time had been spent in intense arousal. Again she was filled with an overpowering need to cum, with an overpowering need to obey so that she could be allowed to cum. As Saturday night and the beer festival continued Chloe whimpered with need as her cock strained against it's prison, but there was no one who wanted to hear about the needs of a mere urinal. Urinals are made to be pissed in, nothing else, no matter how pleading their eyes may look.

Saturday night was yet another nightmare of unfulfilled lust combined with the ever-present fear of drowning in all the urine that was deposited in her mouth. Saturday proved to be even worse than Friday and sometimes six guys or more pissed into her gaping and receptive mouth. Chloe spent the whole night and most of the early morning in a state of near panic as she tried to keep up with the flow. Her stomach was now visibly bloated from all the disgusting liquid and Chloe had lost all bladder control as the urine just ran out of her in a steady stream. To make matters worse, her arms and legs had begun to suffer from the long hours spent in the cramped position. On Saturday morning they had hurt, but that hurt was now replaced by a deep, burning ache and Chloe feared that if she wasn't set free soon her arms and legs would suffer permanent damage. She cried with relief as the number of people began to dwindle and she knew that Sunday morning had come. If things were as they had been before Master would soon come to release her from this position. She was sure that she would be used for something equally painful and humiliating, but she didn't care. As long as she was released from this position. Not only could she feel that she was close to damaging her limbs, but she just couldn't swallow any more piss. It had become too much.

But Sunday morning came and went without any sight of Master and as the number of people picked up on Sunday night with still no sight of Master, Chloe had been reduced to a panicky whining. That is, whenever she didn't have her mouth full of urine. On Monday afternoon Chloe had some sort of panic attack, briefly blacking out as she realized that Master might not come to release her at all and she lost her sense of time. All she knew now was that she had been in her present cramped position for days without any hope of release. By now even the dull, burning ache had disappeared from her arms and legs and Chloe feared that she might never be able to use them properly again.

Chloe stayed in her horrible position as a urinal until Thursday night. She had lost all hope when suddenly she recognized Master's face through the stream of piss he released down her throat. There was no one else in the bathroom and after closing his fly, Master addressed Chloe: "Chloe, you filthy slave-slut, I believe you have finally reached your proper station in life." Hearing this Chloe knew what was in store for her and she began sobbing as Master continued: "I'm going to turn you permanently and irreversibly into a urinal. Believe me, it's for your own good. It is definitely the best thing that can happen to you." With those words, accompanied by Chloe's hopeless whining, Master poured a tasteless liquid down her throat and soon thereafter Chloe lost consciousness.

When she woke up, she was in a hospital bed, unable to move. The first person she laid eyes on when she woke up as Master, so she knew that she had not been rescued, especially since it seemed that the world had been turned upside-down. As she adjusted to the surroundings she realized that Master's idea of how to turn a TV-slave into a urinal was far more drastic than she had realized. Both her arms and her legs were gone and as she tried opening her mouth to scream, she got two more nasty surprises: Her mouth was now permanently opened as much as possible and she no longer had any voice. Also she realized the reason that she was seeing things upside down. It was because her head had been bent backwards and fixed in this position. She hardly had any movement left to her. She descended into a complete hysterical blackout.

When she finally came out of her blackout Master was still beside her. Speaking in deceptively friendly and reasonable tones he informed her that her arms and legs had been too damaged for her to keep them and, as was the case with her vocal cords, she wouldn't need them anyway. The rest of the changes were necessary for her to function properly as a urinal. He also told her that she had been kept sedated until her wounds had healed so that she was now ready to assume her proper position in life. With that he lifted her out of the bed and carried her away. Chloe cried hopelessly, but her crying stopped as she felt Master's hand on her cock. She no longer wore the hated chastity device! Maybe Master would allow her to cum at last. But as before she was disappointed. Master just played with her member, again and again denying her release and Chloe was again crying as Master dumped her into the trunk of his car.

He took her to the same club as before and here the preparations for her arrival were in place. A giant dildo had been mounted in the floor and Chloe was now pressed down over it. It was even larger that the one she had thought would split her in two and again she was convinced it would kill her. Of course she had no such luck and soon her butt-cheeks touched the floor as she sat gasping for air. To make absolutely sure she couldn't move four steel rods were now inserted into holes in the floor. The rods were placed so that they pressed against her body, forming a kind of cage. Then steel bands were wrapped around her body and around the steel rods, insuring that Chloe was inescapably strapped to the rods and thus to the floor. A thick rubber hood was then pulled over her head, which was now completely bald, as was the rest of her body. The hood had openings for her eyes, mouth and nostrils, but over the eyeholes were pieces of clear plastic. Then tubes were inserted into her nostrils and down into her lungs, so that she would be able to breathe at all times. Chloe now expected to funnel to be inserted into her mouth, but first came a truly fiendish catheter pushed up her urinary track, making her squirm with discomfort. Then her cock, which was still embarrassingly erect, was strapped to her body, which was then wrapped in thick black rubber. Chloe was now covered almost completely in thick, black rubber. Finally came the dreaded funnel, irrevocably reducing her to a urinal, a mere object. This funnel was bigger than the one that had been in her mouth the last time and the way in which it was secured was different too. Now the funnel was simply shoved down her throat and twisted a half turn. Modifications made to her jaw, which was now devoid of teeth, and matching grooves in the glass funnel made up a lock, securing the funnel in Chloe's throat.

Chloe knew that her fate was now sealed and tears ran soundlessly from her eyes as she saw Master pull out his member to be the first one to piss in the new urinal: "Well Chloe, finally you have become what you always wanted to be: a stinking toilet. Congratulations." Then he let go and acrid piss streamed into her upturned and eternally waiting mouth.