Jane held the bottle toward Elena's mouth. Unable to close her lips, she couldn't even suck at the contents. Jane was, of course, nonplussed by this, and simply forced the bottle into Elena's mouth. Elena started coughing and gagging as Jane started forcing the slush into her throat. This did nothing to slow her, however, as Jane just forced the feeding device further down Elena's throat, pushing the mash directly into her throat and down into her stomach. Elena could feel herself getting dizzy for lack of air, but could only swallow more of the stuff as it was deepthroated and forced into her. Finally, just as Elena felt she would pass out, Jane withdrew the now empty device. Elena sputtered and coughed, coming close to vomiting. She didn't dare guess what the punishment for that would be, however.
Jane smiled sadistically down on her. "Such a good little cow" she teased "taking all that. I bet you suck cock like a champ." Elena felt tears welling up again. "Oh wait, that's right," Jane sneered, "You used to think you were a lesbian! Well, good luck finding a girlfriend now, you little whore."
Jane started to retreat down the hallway once more when she paused, briefly. "Oh yeah, what was your name again? Alanis? Helena? Whatever, fuck if I care. Cows don't get names like that. What should I call you? Bessie? Oh no, I already have one of those. How about... Berta. Yes, that will do fine."
At some point Jane returned and unlocked the shackles. She said nothing, and Elena dared not to speak. She did not, however, remove the ring gag. Elena was left to curl up, sobbing, on her scratchy mat in the corner when the lights unexpectedly shut down. Instead of sleeping, however, she just tossed and turned all night, getting up once to, in utter shame, use the bucket left for her. Just when she was passing out due to exhaustion, however, the lights flipped back on with no fanfare. She had no idea of the passage of time, but hours passed, sitting alone in her room. She sometimes drank, sometimes tried to sleep, but time passed slowly. She felt waves of emotions: humiliation, shame, depression, self-loathing, fear, anger, disgust. Her stomach started growling at some point, but still she remained alone.
After what seemed like ages, and after Elena felt thoroughly gnawed by hunger, Jane appeared (if that was even her real name, Elena found herself thinking). "And how is my little Berta today? Nice and hungry I hope? That is very good, for today Berta, the little slut in training, will have to work for her supper." Elena did not like the sound of this at all.
Jane wheeled over some sort of furniture. She placed it in front of the cell's sliding panel, so that the surface rested a bit below where her face would be. It was a beautiful piece of work, obviously made for luxury, padded in fine fabrics, possibly velvet. It seemed to put a person into a slightly reclined position. Jane placed a cloth over the front edge of it, like one might rest a napkin on a lap. "Come here, cow," she barked.
Elena hesitantly approached. Jane slid the panel open, and then did something shocking. She stripped from the waist down. Elena averted her eyes. "Don't look away, fatass. I want you to feast your eyes on this prime example of womanhood. You are about to get well acquainted. You should feel lucky! I am so completely out of your league!"
Jane climbed gracefully into the chair, which allowed her to comfortably spread her legs in a position that gave full access from the slot. Elena froze. "Come on then, little bitch, I know you are hungry! You can't eat until you eat me first! Women would die to lick this pussy!" Angrily, Jane started to pull on the chain, forcing Elena closer. When she was within reach she grabbed her hair and forced her head onto her wet mound. Elena desperately tried to pull away, not wanting to give this to her captor, this foul woman.
Elena, to her surprise, found the strength to pull free. The look that painted Jane's face was one of pure fury. "HOW DARE YOU!" she shrieked, slamming the button for the winch. "YOU CAN STARVE FOR ALL I CARE!".
With Elena's neck forced against the bars, Jane, still half dressed, slammed open the cell doors and forcibly clasped Elena's hands into the shackles, hurting her wrists and twisting her arms. She leaned close to Elena's ear, breathing heavily in her rage. "You. Are. Cattle. You. Will. Obey." She then retrieved her crop, abandoned with her clothes. Elena lost count of how many times she struck her, but she could feel the blood dripping down her ass. "You shall not eat tonight," Jane spoke civilly, after regaining her composure, "but we cannot have you becoming malnourished, so I will retrieve some vitamins.
Jane left to retrieve what Elena assumed would be pills to shove down her throat, but what she returned with only caused her to despair further. In her hands was a glass vial, a tube of some sort, and what appeared to be a butt-plug - one with an included long cow-tail and floppy bow. Roughly, Jane grabbed Elena's rear, parting her cheeks. She opened the tube - lube - and squirted the cold liquid in and around her asshole. She used her fingers to ply open the hole and apply the lube, falling just short of finger fucking her. She then inserted the glass vial, pushing the plunger to inject it's contents into her ass. This was followed by the butt-plug, unceremoniously jammed into her, causing her to cry in pain.
Elena was mortified. How did she, the smart girl with the bright future, end up here, trussed like a thanksgiving turkey? It was more than she could bear, and she started sobbing. Jane raised her hand to deliver another blow with Elena remembered her orders and did her best to convert the sobs to vague mooing sounds. Jane burst into laughter, "Good little Berta, maybe we can work with this. Those vitamins will absorb through the intestinal wall. We can try again tomorrow."
Elena was left alone like this all night. By morning her joints were stiff and brutally aching. Her ass was sore, and she hadn't eliminated all night. By early afternoon, she was ready to burst, until finally, with a shame like she had never known before, she pissed herself in front of the cell bars, the hot liquid gushing down her legs. Thankfully not eating meant she could hold off on the... other part.
Of course Jane took that moment to show up, perhaps knowing, perhaps watching on cameras installed somewhere. She wrinkled her nose, "What a disgusting little bitch." She pulled a hose from a nearby compartment, turning it on Elena's naked body, the pressurized water burning her skin. The water drained into the grate and Elena was left shivering. Once again Jane arranged the chair and removed her garments. This time she disrobed completely, revealing a pair of perfect tits. Elena felt a weird surge of self-deprecation, knowing hers were not as beautiful. Jane once again assumed her position and gave a single command, "Come."
And, hating herself, Elena did. She was starving, and knew that refusal would just lead to her going without for another day. And it WAS a beautiful pussy. Tentatively she started lapping at it - as best she could with the ring gag still in her mouth. It tasted wonderful. "Come on, put some enthusiasm into it, slut," Jane snapped. So Elena did her best to quicken her speed, pressing her tongue to Jane's erect clit and moist hole.
To Elena's horror, she realized she felt a growing heat inside of her. This wasn't right, she was a strong, smart, independent woman. She had a good head on her shoulders... surely this wasn't... turning her on? She tried to convince herself that it was because she still found herself attracted to Jane, however horrible it was. She felt a growing pit of shame in her stomach. How she hated this feeling, this desire for Jane's wet pussy.
This heat did not go unaware, and soon Jane started taunting her, "Oh she is a little slut, all dripping wet from licking a real woman's pussy. Is it so delicious? I bet you wish you could touch yourself right now, you little whore. Well I'll be a good owner and let my slutty little fatass cow do just that." Jane leaned forward and unlocked one of the shackles, freeing an arm. "Now touch yourself for me!" Elena at first did nothing, only continuing to lick Jane's pussy. A sharp whip from Jane's crop put an end to that, however, and, tears rolling down her cheek, Elena's fingers sought out her own wetness, began to fiddle with her own clit, rubbing and circling. Jane laughed. "You little slut! Look at you go! You love this!" Elena averted her eyes, miserable, shamed, but felt the building pressure inside her, and her body shuddered and released with orgasm. She was completely humiliated by her obscene, degrading behavior, by how low she had fallen. And Jane only laughed, forcing Elena's mouth onto her hungry pussy, coming against her quivering lips.