Emma Frost an obedient pet.

Emma Frost was cleaning the house, dressed in her usual uniform, with a duster in her hands, when she heard the front door open. Hurriedly, she walked towards it to greet her master upon his return.

Entering the hall, she beheld her master and executed a perfect bow. Just before she did, she noticed his newest acquisition—Ororo Munroe. It seemed her master had been contracted to turn the powerful weather mutant into a plaything for some rich snob.

Oh, how she praised the day that her buyers chose not to acquire her and allowed her to remain with her perfect master. If she had been discarded and not kept by her master, she would have never had her darling boy.

The pride she felt when thinking of her and her master's offspring! Already, he had been following in his father's footsteps and had even begun ordering her around the house. It was because of her darling boy's orders that she was leaking like a faucet, her arousal lingering throughout the entire day with no release permitted.

As her master walked past her, she recalled the day she woke up in the basement, bound and helpless. Even thinking of that day made her lust rise.

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Emma Frost couldn't believe the situation she found herself in – bound, gagged, and laid out on a cold table like some offering. Worst of all, her powers did not work! So, whoever had captured her knew of her abilities, which might make this even worse for her if her captors were mutant haters.

Then again, as she gazed across the room and took it in, she had a pretty good idea of what awaited her. Not that it brought her any comfort – the walls and tables in the room were covered in various implements of a sexual nature, from whips and paddles to piercings and collars.

She could tell that her clothing had not yet been removed. Then again, her usual ensemble does not offer much in the way of coverage. Sometimes she regrets flaunting her beauty as much as she does, no matter how much easier it makes her life. It seems that doing so has caught up to her.

She could only wonder what pervert had captured her and how, exactly, for she could not recall anything of her abduction. A door opening drew her attention to the person entering – a man, in his thirties, overweight, and scruffy.

Emma scoffed. Of course, some loser had captured her. Her mood soured, but he had captured her, so perhaps not that much of a loser. As he entered, his full attention was diverted to the items in his hands, not even glancing at her as he passed. This made Emma blink in surprise before indignation overtook her, and muffled noises began to escape through her gag.

The man looked up, seemingly surprised, and turned towards her. For a moment, he simply gazed at her as Emma glared at him with all the hate she could muster. “Ah, you are awake, Ms. Frost. I suppose we can begin then,” the man murmured, more to himself than to her.

Approaching a table, he laid down the tablet and opened the metal box next to it. Cold air escaped as the man sprayed his hands with a disinfectant before opening a pack of gloves and putting them on. Next came a surgical mask and medical overalls. Emma began to have a bad feeling about this. She had expected to be sexually abused, perhaps attempting to break her sexually and turn her into a plaything, allowing her to play along and escape once her powers worked once more.

But the way the man was dressing made her think a much worse fate awaited her. Reaching into the box, the man pulled out a syringe, after which he closed the box and began approaching her.

He stood between her split legs and tapped the needle before looking at her. “Now, Ms. Frost, I’ve been told that this is an ‘aphrodisiac,’” the man rolled his eyes as he said it, showing what he thought of it. “Frankly, I find such things to be complete hogwash, but I was asked to use it on you, so I suppose it’s neither here nor there.”

The man reached down and pulled her panties to the side, revealing her pussy. Splitting her labia apart, he began to tease her nub, making it grow larger before penetrating it with the needle and injecting the liquid.

Emma, meanwhile, had gone white as snow; not only was she going to be used for some drug tests, but if it worked; she would become uncontrollably aroused. All that paled in comparison to the pain she felt as the needle penetrated her poor clitoris, a sign to come, no doubt.

Pulling out the needle once the entirety of the aphrodisiac had been deposited in her body. The man stepped back and disposed of the syringe.

Emma had begun to breathe heavier, her ordeal truly dawning on her; a moment later, she even began to grow hot, sweat breaking out of her. As her clitorris began to pulsate for a lack of better word, her nipples turned hard as diamonds.

Had the drug actually worked? Shamefully, she could feel her pussy begin to wetten and her arousal grow. The man rolled a table beside him as he approached her once more. Depositing the table beside her, he fetched a chair and sat between her legs.

“Huh… I guess it does work.” The man remarked before meeting her unfocused gaze. “Or you are simply a slut that enjoys this.” That made her glare return once more. A huff of amusement escaped the man as he took a pair of scissors and removed her panties.

Revealing her leaking cunt to him, the man hummed and reached for the speculum that he inserted in her pussy and spread it apart. Next, he retrieved a thin and long metallic rod that he applied lubrication to and brought it to her pussy.

Emma tried to strain her neck to see what the man was doing, trying to keep the fog in her mind from making her lose her senses and failing. Feeling the cold metal poke at her, she jerked a little, but the man put his hand on her pelvis to hold her in place and began to push.

At first Emma was confused as to what he was doing, but as the rod began to sink in a keening wail escaped her—her urethra! He was pushing into her pee hole! No! It was not supposed to be used for that!

Emma began to trash as much as she could, and the man looked up at her with some annoyance. “Be still, Ms. Frost; I would rather not damage you.” Seeing as Emma was not going to stop, the man stood up and rolled another table beside her. Seeing what was on it terrified her.

Metal clamps and a generator, as the man reached for her breasts, Emma began to scream and plead, yet the man ignored her sobs and pleadings, uncovering her breasts and painfully applying the clamps to her nipples, pressing down upon them so they sunk into her poor nipples.

After he flipped a switch, pain coursed through Emma as electricity shocked her body, but mostly her nipples and breasts. Her chest rose into the air, and screams left her body. After a moment, it stopped, and the man leaned toward her face. "Now, did we learn our lesson?” He asked chidingly.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Emma nodded her head obediently. “Excelent.” The man exclaimed and returned to his chair between her legs. He resumed his insertion of the rod in her urethra.

Emma continued to sob as phantom pains from her chest wracked her body; she could barely even feel the way her pee hole was being expanded and toyed with. Even the fog from the aphrodisiac had passed.

A poke deep in her pelvis made her jerk and she feared that he would shock her again, yet the man only hummed and began to thrust the rod in and out of her widened urethra. Making sure Emma felt this strange sensation from her pussy.

After a while the man pulled the rod out completely and to Emma’s everlasting shame her pee followed it, spraying the man and horrifying her. He looked up at her and she did not see any anger. “And that’s why I wear this.” He said blandly as the pee dripped down his overalls.

After a moment, he picked up a bag filled with water and inserted its hose into her urethra, making Emma shake her head and plead, but she was ignored, and once the tube was properly secured, he pressed down upon the bag, filling her bladder to bursting. Once he was sure no more would go in, he removed the tube and pressed upon her pelvis, making all the water and remaining piss shoot out of her.

Emma had never felt such humiliation in her life as she did at this moment; she did not even feel it as the man inserted an even larger rod in her urethra afterwards.

Leaning towards the side, he came back up with a shower head and began to spray her pussy and himself down with it to wash away her piss and shame.

Placing it back down, he reached for another much larger bag of water, making Emma shakeher headeven more and plead and beg, believing he would repeat what he did, but as he inserted the tube, she realized it would be much worse this time. For it was not her urethra he inserted it, but her ass.

Emma laid back her head and simply cried, unable to stop what was happening. Worse, now that her pain had passed, her arousal had begun to return in force. No, no, no, she did not want to feel good while being humiliated like this!

Yet even as her bowels were cleaned, a small moan escaped Emma as her lust had risen once more, permeating her body and making her cunt leak like a faucet.

The man ignored all of it, simply going about his business, and once he had washed her off and deemed her clean, he sat down once more and picked up a pair of pliers with holes on each side. Emma’s aroused mind was slow to understand what he was about to do, yet the moment he grasped her clitoris in them and picked up a needle, her eyes widened and a muffled scream escaped her. One, which grew in strength as she felt the needle pierce her clitoral area, after which a man took a ring and inserted it into the newly made hole.

Spraying a disinfectant upon it made Emma jerk due to the stinging pain, yet the man had already turned away and grabbed a vibrating egg that he secured to the piercing, making sure that it would remain upon her clitoral area. Pressing upon the remote, he turned it on and slid the remoteinto her stocking.

Emma felt a rush of elation as the vibrating egg began to stimulate her, her arousal rising leaps and bounds. Clouding her mind to what the man was doing, even as she felt the man insert a dildo in her vagina, she could only feel pleasure, her tortured body desperately seeking pleasure.

Muffled moans escaped her as her eyes began to roll in her sockets and drool dripped from beneath her gag. Once she felt the dildo in her pussy begin to vibrate as well, she did not stop the powerful moan from leaving her throat.

Not even her ass being penetrated could drag her attention away from the euphoria she felt.

Or the fact that the man had once again taken the needle in his hands and was reaching for her nipples. She could only look with cloudy eyes and a leaking cunt as her tortured nipples were pierced as well. Even the sting of pain could not distract her for more than a moment.

Having vibrating eggs applied to each of her nipples only made her pant more and moan in approval. The man was looking at her in amusement. “It almost feels like cheating to use that stuff; usually it takes much longer to reach this stage.” He murmured to himself as he secured the vibrating eggs to her nipples and turned them on.

Sadly for Emma, she chose this moment to close her eyes, so she missed the man reaching for patches that he applied to her breasts and labia. While she felt them being put on, she thought nothing of them.

That is, until her eyes shot open as she felt small shocks alternating from each of them, not very powerful but still painful and random as to which one would shock her next.

So now she was stuck, experiencing great pleasure yet also being shocked, which diminished some of that pleasure. She attempted to plead with the man between her moans of pain and pleasure as she gazed at him sorrowfully, yet the man remained unmoved, and worse, he blindfolded her.

Distantly, she could hear his footsteps leaving her side and leaving her in a perpetual cycle of pleasure and pain.

~~~~

Emma didn't know how long she had remained in that state; the constant cycle of pleasure and pain had taken its toll on her mind and body. Cramps had seized her extremities, and the relentless electric shocks had deprived her of any chance to sleep.

The constant vibrations on her sensitive regions had left them sore and amplified the pain caused by the overload she had been enduring.

She was tired, hungry, and incredibly thirsty—so thirsty that her constantly drooling mouth and pussy had drained her of all moisture, leaving her parched and intensifying her torment. She scarcely noticed when the vibrations or shocks ceased; her mind was almost entirely shattered.

Only when she felt them being removed did she notice anything, but even then, she lacked the strength or desire to acknowledge any of it. Her arms and legs being released only elicited a faint whimper as her cramps returned with renewed intensity.

As she was lifted up, she lay there limply, unable to muster any further action. The warm water she was immersed in elicited a grateful moan from her, but that was the extent of her response. Shortly after, she finally lost consciousness.

The man paid no heed to any of this, methodically washing her, drying her off, and carrying her back into the room. He placed her down again, this time without elevating any of her limbs.

Collars sprung up from the table around her neck, arms, stomach, and legs, securing her once more. Along with the blindfold and gag, the man added another accessory—a headset—to her. Then, twisting her nipples harshly, he made her eyes spring open, her body tense, and a pathetic whine escape her before she slumped back down.

Removing her gag, he poured liquid into her mouth, which she coughingly swallowed after drinking a few more times. “Please… let… go…” she weakly spoke. The man ignored her, replacing her gag with one that forced her mouth open, leaving a hole to which he connected a hose. A watery sludge began to slide down her mouth. Pressing some buttons, the man made the table rise, positioning her at an angle to make swallowing easier.

The sludge tasted horrible, yet her weakened mind couldn't comprehend its nature. As her mouth filled, she had no choice but to swallow it down. It wasn't an easy process; her sore throat protested, yet she persisted.

The man activated the recording on the headset playing in her ears, a simple subliminal message meant to prey on her weakened mind. It wouldn't yield immediate results, but its effectiveness would likely increase over time. Retrieving two other syringes, he injected one into her already abused nipple, drawing only a low whine from her, before repeating the action on the other nipple.

As he was leaving, he took a final glance at her, then with a shrug, retrieved another syringe, injecting it into her clitoris once more. He reapplied the vibrating egg to it and her nipples, without using a vibrator this time, before leaving.

Emma was left to writhe as her breasts began to burn, her lust rising with a gentle and calm voice speaking in her ears. She couldn't focus on the words, only able to understand some, yet "slave," "obedience," "master" were ones she kept hearing more and more.

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Emma had lost track of the time she spent here—her days and nights blurred together to the point where she couldn't discern them. Sleep had become a rarity, and she would simply pass out once her body shut down, making it easier to lose track of time. At one point, she entertained the notion of being saved, but it obviously never happened.

She made no attempts to resist, although she had no opportunity to do so anyway. The man processingher, for lack of a better term, seemed to be a consummate professional.

In truth, Emma had broken long ago. In fact, she had broken so much that the man's lack of interest in using her body for his personal sexual pleasure made her feel worthless.

"What do you mean you don't want her anymore?!" An angry shout came from the man who had entered the room not long ago. "I don't care if you've decided she's not to your taste. I've spent a lot of time and effort on her, so if you think you can just bail now and leave me high and dry—" The man was cut off by whatever the person on the other side was saying.

"Very well, that still leaves the question of what I am meant to do with her. I am not exactly an auctioneer, nor am I interested in bringing such attention to myself," the man began, initially mollified but growing frustrated once more.

Yet, from the way he threw his phone, it was clear the call had been abruptly ended on the other side. "Fucking shitheads, arrogant filth," the man murmured to himself as he paced a little.

Emma felt genuine surprise; she had never seen the man be anything but professional. Witnessing him in this state made him seem human. Despite her better judgment, she moaned as loud as she could, attempting to draw his attention.

The man stopped and turned towards her, a frustrated look upon his face. His steps took him beside her as he gazed down at her in contemplation, while Emma attempted to plead with him, this time for a completely different reason.

She felt relieved that the person who had initially wanted her had changed their mind; they did not deserve her. Only her master deserved her. She attempted to squirm and entice him to finally ravish her, now that he had no need to refrain.

A huff of amusement escaped the man as he removed her gag. "So, what do I do with you, pet?" he asked her with a raised eyebrow.

She bit her lip and gazed at him lustfully. "Whatever master desires," Emma breathed out huskily, aroused beyond belief at the chance of being used by her master.

"Master, huh… want me to keep you, is that it?" He leaned back and let his eyes roam over her squirming form. "I suppose you are a nice little plaything." His tone changed, a hint of hunger entering it, which aroused Emma like nothing else.

"Would master use his new plaything, please?" Emma begged, unable to contain her lust. She felt as if even the slightest touch from him would set her off.

In response, the man walked between her once again spread legs and began to unbutton his pants. Emma raised her head as much as she could and observed as his erect member settled on her pelvis. She instinctively moved her pelvis, seeking greater contact.

"Hah, what a needy little thing you are. I think I will keep you," the man said before finally sliding his firm erection inside her. "Thank you, master!" Emma moaned, thrilled both by being kept by her master and by the sensation of a real cock penetrating her eager pussy.

She grasped his shaft and massaged it eagerly, releasing a loud, joy-filled moan as it reached the depths, brushing against her cervix.

Leaning over her, the man reached for something that delighted Emma – suction cups, which he applied to her breasts, activating the suction and causing her milk to spray out, bringing immense pleasure to Emma.

Her milk had appeared shortly after her capture. At first, she had been mortified, but the more she was milked and the more pleasure she derived from it, the less she cared. After all, that's what they were for – why wouldn't she be milked? Her udders were more than ample for the purpose.

A particularly sharp thrust from her master made her gasp and brought her back to the present moment. "No daydreaming, pet. I want you here and now," he commanded, causing her to clench harder and bite her lip as she panted more.

"Yes, master," she moaned. "So good... thank you, master... ahhnnn..." Emma held nothing back, letting all her jubilations ring loud and clear.

As she felt her legs and arms released, she wasted no time wrapping them around her master and reaching out to grasp whatever she could of him.

"Yes... yes... ahh..." Emma sensed her most powerful climax approaching. "Are you going to cum, pet?" Her master huffed as his thrusts grew in strength and speed. "Yes, master... please..." Emma hurried to answer, even as her breaths grew shallow.

Her master released a growl, and Emma felt her insides warm up as his cum splashed against her cervix, enough for her own climax to hit her. Her head bent backward, and a powerful moan escaped her as her legs went taut and her hands grasped her master's arms.

She had never felt such pleasure. Only her master could give her such intense sensations. She felt the suction on her breasts cease, even as her milk still remained. Looking down, she saw her master lying atop her, taking a nipple into his mouth and beginning to suck, making Emma coo and wrap her arms around him, running her fingers through his hair.

Embracing her, the man stood, making Emma squeel in surprise and hold on tighter as the man took a seat on the table. He bit down on her nipple and slapped her ass. “Start moving,” he growled at her, and Emma hurried to obey, even as her legs and muscles, which she had not used for some time, protested. She would not fail her master; no, she would not.

Feeling his length sink in and leave her depths churning the cum inside her made her feel good about herself; finally, she was being used as she should be. A particularly hard suck from her master made her release a surprised exclamation and look down at him. “Master, I won’t go anywhere; there is no need for you to rush,” she cooed at him, pleased that her master enjoyed her milk.

She would be sure to always feed it to him, and anything else he would ever request from her. For she was the master's pet, and she would never disobey.