Emma My eyes were closed as the door to this prison was open. The basterds kept me in this place, not letting me see anything. I have lost all sense of time and day. For all I know I could have been here for a week. Besides coming in to shove food down my throat, and check and see if I was bleeding, they did not have much interaction with me. When the door was opened three females entered, the female from before the Mistress plus two that I had never seen before. As with the other times, the Mistress had a wooden rod in her hand. At the tip of the rod, was white cloth. Leading her feet to me, she placed the rod inside of my lady parts, moving it around, she pulled it out. “IT must have had her blood moon before she came here.!” The Mistress looked behind her, speaking to the other females. “Not to worry, we will have IT ready for the next cycle.” Disposing of the wooden stick, "IT gets the regular treatment!" The Mistress snapped her fingers. “I will have to get the shit diggers in here to clean up the mess IT has made.” I had no idea what they were going to do to me. I was demobilized and unable to get away from their grasp as they washed my body with cold water. After bathing me they cut my hair off to the scalp. Chunks of my lovely gold locks fell to the floor. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I tried to scream with no sound to be heard. When the Mistress tried to feed me I spit the food into her face. ‘You have no right to do this to me!’ I hollered inside my mind. Wiping the food and saliva off her face and chest, the Mistress glared at me. Her eyes were turning red, glowing like ambers from a fire. Her words came out like molten lava. “If IT … Does not want to eat the traditional way there … are … other … ways!” I tried to keep my jaw clenched as they used their magick to forcibly open my mouth. All it took was a snap of her finger and my mouth was opened. A tube was inserted down my throat. I had never felt anything so uncomfortable as this tube. I am sure this was part of their plan. Make things so unbearable that I would comply with their ways. The joke was on them, I would not bow or comply that quickly. I was going to fight tooth and nail until there was nothing left. And if I still breathe I will still find the will to fight. “Oh Mistress!” The one female began to laugh. “It looks like it will fight!” “Jasmine my lovely …” The Mistress purred, “they all do! In the end, IT still does not have a choice. The Master’s wishes will be obeyed. If IT does not want to comply, we will just have to do things the hard way!”The other female started to giggle, “Mistress shall we place her in the tub?” “No Genna, get the box!” The Mistress did not take her eyes off me while Genna and Jasmine exited the area. “You stupid girl! All you had to do was lay there and allow the males to plant their seeds in you. One task … not that hard!” She pulled the tube out of my throat. “You have one last chance … comply or not … that is your choice! But knowing this girl, it is the difference between pleasure or pain! Confort or agony! You are no longer in the physical realm … here the males do not care about your pathetic feelings. You will serve … one way or another.” The mage from before entered the prison, “Lady Mistress … I heard distressing n.e.w.s!” His eyes were on me, “I heard you suggested the box!?” “That would be correct Lord Mage!” I truly regret my actions, what came next was worse than being locked in this prison. The chains fell off of my limbs, and for a moment I found relief when my arms and legs could move freely. That was until a box of my statue was placed around me. With only enough room for my arms to move up and down. Only a small hole, the size of a quarter, enough for me to see just enough light. Pounding on the box, ‘let me out!’ I screamed in my mind. There was the sound of heavy feet. Movement of the box. “You know where to place the box!” The Lord Mage said to whoever was lifting the box out of the cell to somewhere else. ‘They are just trying to scare me!’ I repeated several times to myself. Trying to control my breathing, the fear of being enclosed took over. With the box finding its final resting place. I passed out from my phobia of being in thigh confinements. With the pounding on the box, I was brought back to this reality. “I recommend breeder, you learn from this punishment!” The Lord Mage yelled, “what is to come next is a lot worse than this!” He pounded the box with extreme hostility. Pounding on the box I tried to scream to be let out. My words were not heard and the pounding was not answered. I could hear many laughing, more males than females. I could feel my face and neck pulsing as the rage was building in me. ‘How dare you do this to me! All of you have no rights to treat me this way … I have rights, my constitution protects me from ill treatment!’ I tried to say, as always not a word was uttered from my vocal cords. “Tip IT over!” The Lord Mage commanded. My head hit the back of the wooden box as it fell backwards. With me in the box, I heard the sound of splashing. My back side was wet! An overpowerful smell of shit and urine hit my nose.Violently I started to pound on the box, clawing at the wood with my nails trying to find a way out. The more I struggled, the more the box filled up with waste material. “The more you struggle the quicker the box will fill up … we do not care!” I heard the Lord Mage speaking to me. “One way or another you will submit!”