{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"abab8590-7113-4bb2-8896-a90bb58023bf","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2022-11-04T01:08:11.604Z","title":"A New Life for Isabelle part 2","slug":"a-new-life-for-isabelle-part-2","shortId":"8IekEIBs","authorNote":"Please read part one first before this one, otherwise it might be a bit confusing. I always love to hear feedback on my stories or just discuss the kinks in them, so please feel free to reach out to me at abigailmclace@gmail.com. I really hope you enjoy!","disclaimer":"Please do not repost or use this story without my permission. Thank you!","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Isabelle's descent into being the ultimate sex toy continues and gets a little darker with a Halloween twist to it.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"fd1ae089-0f8f-417f-b867-3fe71fb76036","title":null,"summary":"Mr. P, Isabelle’s master, The Stranger, shoved her box into the back of his car and closed the hatch","wordCount":2643,"readTime":13,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Mr. P, Isabelle’s master, The Stranger, shoved her box into the back of his car and closed the hatch and then fired up the engine, wondering if the depraved toy inside would realize. Could the vibrations of the car be felt by her? Would she even realize what it was? He chuckled a little, getting in the driver’s seat and buckling up. “Cunt probably can’t even think straight anymore,” he muttered and fired up the engine and drove off.

Typically he would have hosted it at his house, after all he had better facilities than most in his large underground bunker that was full of extreme toys for BDSM and was very private. Today was an exception though, as one of his friends had made a new acquaintance. Apparently he was incredibly rich and had a mansion, secluded away, and a few slaves. He had heard about Isabelle and wanted to see her. A twisted Halloween party was as good an excuse as another, so there he was driving down the highway.

It was a longer drive, through scenic hills and forests, really out in the middle of nowhere. Eventually, he reached the end of the drive, gated, and had to introduce himself to get entry and then drive up the long, five or six mile long driveway. It was more a castle than a mansion hidden away up here he realized as he came around a bend in the road and saw it. “Damn Jeff, how the hell did you meet this guy?” Mr. P muttered.

He was greeted by the owner in the carriage circle out front. The man was bigger than he was, probably about 6’3, and under the fake king’s robes and crown, he struck a figure much like one would see in the old portraits of English or French kings. He even went by the name Henry. “Did I travel through time to get here?” asked Mr. P. with a laugh and extending a hand.

“Welcome to Castle Hawthorne Mr. P.” He said, firmly shaking his hand. “You’ll find the inside far more modernized I’m sure, though I take your comment on the aesthetic as a compliment.” He smiled warmly.

“I meant it as one. It’s truly impressive.”

“Well, I hear you have something impressive as well. I assume you brought it?”

Mr. P. smiled. “Impatient?” He jabbed a little walking over to the trunk and opening it up, revealing the box.

“I mean, wouldn’t you be too? If it wasn’t for the pictures Jeff showed me, I never would have believed you. I’ve never taken any of my girls that far before, though I might have to change that now.” He grinned at the box as Mr. P unloaded it and grabbed the handle, wheeling it behind him like a suitcase as they made for the door. “Hurry on in, the others are waiting.”

\tThe room inside was dimmed, about ten guys wandered about all in different costumes, chatting and enjoying the two nude women already there, serving drinks and offering some other more carnal services. Some of the men Mr. P. recognized, Jeff, dressed as a werewolf, was over in the corner along with two other friends. He waved as Henry took to the little stage and raised his hands. “Alright everyone! Happy Halloween!”

\tThere were a couple light laughs and cheers. “I hope everyone is excited because tonight’s main attraction is here” he said, pointing to the box that I was opening. To awe and shock and some excited grins, I lifted Isabelle out by the rings in her breasts. “I hope you all got creative with your costumes, because thanks to Mr. P. here, we have a living toy to destroy tonight!”

\tI looked at Isabelle and smiled. Her body was still thin and pale, kept in good fitness through forced exercises and diet. A large brand across her back, listing words like cunt, cumslut and more blemished otherwise near perfect skin. That and the hundreds of little scars from her near constant whippings. Her dark eyes darted around, trying to see, but permanently darkened and blind. Her ears as well he knew were useless, and her little mouth opened and gaped in silent screams as he jostled her into position, hanging by her tits at cock level from two chains hanging from the middle of the room. Her little stumps of arms and legs wiggled and he saw her asshole winking open and shut in excitement.

\t“Who’s up first?” Mr. P. asked, looking around. Everyone knew what the plan was, dress up in costume and fuck her fittingly. He himself had brought his trust bullwhip and had it hanging at his hip, but he figured others might want to use her a bit before he got her all bloody.

\t“I’ll go first” said one man, dressed as a doctor, and stepping forward. He dragged a large case as well and when he opened it, Mr. P. could see a number of familiar devices. Catheters, enemas, urethral sounds, and a couple scalpels. “We are allowed to cut?” he asked.

\tMr. P nodded. “Just don’t permanently cut anything else off or kill her.”

\tFirst the man felt her up, spinning her around and fingering her holes.Then he set up a large enema bag and stuck the tube deep in her ass and started to let it flow. Quickly discomfort became evident on her face as her stomach swelled. Then, once the liter bag was empty, he grabbed a large plug and stuffed it up her ass to stop it from leaking out and inserted a catheter in her bladder and pumped it full of saline. A little bump formed in her stomach and he poked and prodded her. Then he grabbed the scalpel and in a vertical line split one of her nipples, a trail of blood starting to run down her body. Then he did the second in the same manner. If she could still scream, Mr. P. was pretty sure she would have. A bit more to the enema, and then watching her stomach muscles cramp up and spasm as he sewed her nipples back together with a needle, and then he was finished.

\tIsabelle was drained over a hole in the floor, her bowels and bladder rushing to empty and her body deflating quite a bit before she was returned to her position. A few others fucked her after, Jeff used a large knotted dildo to double penetrate her and tore her ass a little with it. Another man dressed up as a ghost drowned her in a cold slime and fucked her with ice cold dildos, and a boxer used her as a punching bag leaving some large black and blue bruises.

\tThen a man Mr P. didn’t recognize stepped forward. He was dressed as a zombie and Mr. P. wondered what he was going to do. A cart was wheeled in, and nose plugs were passed around, along with masks. When the tub on the cart was opened, it was full of rotting animal parts that were crawling with maggots. Mr. P smiled as Isabelle retched. She might have very few senses left, but scent was one of them. She was lowered into the tub, her body resting on the slimy, cold and disgusting bits of rotting flesh, little maggots starting to wriggle over her skin. What it felt like to her, not knowing what she was lying in, must have been torturous.

\tThe man dressed as a zombie donned some gloves and started to rub rotting bits of intestines and organs over her body. She looked horrified as he started to stuff her pussy with the stuff, pushing it deep inside her. She couldn’t take the smell for long and soon threw up, but that hardly deterred the man, if anything, it encouraged him to go further. He grabbed a bone from within the tub and started to use that to fuck the stuff deeper into her.

\tA little vibrator found its way to her clit and despite what she was lying in, and the fear, the horror of the unknown, her little cunt began leaking juices as she started to get closer to cumming.

\t“What a little whore she is” commented Henry, stepping next to Mr. P. “Able to cum even when coated in rot and death.”

\t“She was a lucky find. I doubted she would show up for our meeting, but she didn’t disappoint.” Mr P. looked at her in both disgust, and pride.

\t“Any chance that you would be willing to sell her to me? I assume she doesn’t have any say in it.”

\t“She hasn’t had a say in anything in over a year” Mr. P confirmed. “As for selling her, I’m sorry but I’m too fond of her to let her go. If you have a girl willing to undergo a similar transformation however, I would be more than happy to help.

\tHenry laughed. “Well, I figured, but it was worth a shot. Still, I doubt I’ll find a girl like that just out and about.”

\tIsabelle’s body shook as she came, squirting out across the floor as her mouth was forced open and a bit of rotting meat dropped into it. She tried to spit it out but the zombie just forced her to swallow it down. Then he took her head and dunked her down into the rot. Everyone watched as she struggled to try to breath and move and it wasn’t until her body was spasming that he let her take a breath. Then she was cleaned off, both inside and outside, and another person stepped up.

\tA man dressed as a sultan forced a long toy deep into her throat, giving a sword swallowing demonstration and then fucking her face so hard that Mr. P wondered if he might have broken her nose. And then came his turn.

\tHe decided to keep it simple, knowing what was coming next as Henry had cleared the finale with him since it was a little risky for Isabelle. He shocked her a few times with a cattle prod, something that she was a bit too used to by now, and whipped her with a fairly easy whip. It still broke the skin, but not badly and only when he hit in just the right way. She smiled and grinned after each one as it was familiar to her and what she had wanted out of her life. Silently he wondered if she had enjoyed the strange and bizarre things that had happened to her so far this evening, and he wondered if she would even understand what was going to happen next.

\tAfter he whipped her there was a bit of an intermission. A few people fucked Isabelle normally, and Mr. P. noticed one of the other girls checking her out when she thought that no one was looking. During this time though, Henry had vanished. A few questions and guesses as to where their host had gone were passed about, until he reemerged wearing a new costume. Instead of the kingly outfit he had presided over the events so far in, now he wore dark silk robes and it was easy to see the long sharp fangs hanging from his mouth.

\tA tub was wheeled into the center of the room and Isabelle was lowered from the chains as Henry disrobed and grabbed her, carrying her to the and lying down with her on top of him. He stroked her body roughly for a moment as everyone stood watching, sliding her wet and eager pussy onto his cock, and fucking her slowly. Then he opened his mouth and placed the two fangs of his teeth on her neck.

\tThey were easily sharp enough to break the skin. Two little beads of blood appeared, and then he pushed harder. Mr. P knew this was the dangerous part, as the fangs sunk into her neck and then were pulled out, piercing one of the large veins. She looked terrified as blood began to pour out of her running down her neck and body as he kept fucking her. Some shot out with a surprising amount of pressure and she started to grow pale in only moments as her life blood poured out.

\tOne of Henry’s slave girls came in wheeling a cart after only a few moments of free blood flow which greatly startled the audience. Mr. P, being a doctor and medical surgeon helped set up the transfusion which would pump blood into her as quickly as it was flowing out. Looking at the amount of blood that Henry had somehow purchased, there was a lot.

\tSoon, Henry’s thrusts into Isabelle were accentuated by the squelching sounds of blood sticking between the two of them. She seemed faint and pale where her body wasn’t dyed red and her movements weakened. It was insane how much blood was pooling up over the two of them. Soon they were both slick with it, sliding about in the tub that had gone from being white to a dark red and in which blood was starting to collect in the bottom.

\t“Mr. P., the next if you would” Henry said, gesturing to a set of tubes and needles on the cart. He took it and carefully worked it into Isabelle as Henry held her still. Soon Mr. P. had it placed, a tube running right from a vein in her shoulders that ran to her heart. When he opened it, blood spurted out at great speed, splattering around.

\tHenry grabbed a cup and used the tube to fill it, a large wine glass, full of Isabelle’s blood.

\t“Cheers!” He hollered, raising it high. He then took a deep sip of it and handed it off to the audience who all took a sip of the warm blood. Then he resumed fucking Isabelle.

\tMr. P. could only imagine what she was thinking now. The faintness to her and the parlor really made her look like one of the damsels in distress in the old vampire books and movies, weak and becoming a vampire herself like the one that had bitten her. Entering a state of undeath. It must feel so strange on her heart to have blood flowing in and then out of her at such a rate. Could she even tell?

\tHenry was stained red from head to toe, as was Isabelle. So much blood had flooded out of her that without a continuous transfusion she would certainly be dead.

\tHenry then grabbed a second glass and filled it with the blood still seeping from her neck, making sure to press the glass there, drawing whatever attention she might have had to it. Then, once it was full, he dragged it across her skin to her lips and forced it to part them. Tentatively, her tongue tasted it and then slowly and frightened she began to drink. Henry forced her to drink the entire glass.

\tShe shook as she finished it and he kept fucking her hard as her body orgasmed weakly and he came inside her.

\t“Happy Halloween!” he cheered, standing up and holding her by her rings as both of them dripped with her blood. A round of applause went up around the room.

\tMr. P. made sure that Isabelle’s new wounds wouldn’t reopen as he kept her out of the box where he could monitor her. She seemed to be stable, even after losing so much blood. It had been a crazy idea, and risky, but it appeared she would survive it.

\tOne of Henry’s girls came into the private room with an ice bucket and some water for Mr. P as he had asked for. She looked at Isabelle, now cleaned off, but still showing many signs from the night’s use, pale, bruised, and marked. It was a gaze of intense curiosity and fear.

\t“Why did she do it?” she asked softly, barely more than a whisper.

\t“Because it is her bliss” replied Mr. P. honestly. “It’s what she wanted.”

\tAnd indeed, on the table, Isabelle was smiling.

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