Her thirtieth birthday went the same way as all the other days. Like all the last 12 years, she spent the whole day in her little room. She was here, not seeing and not hearing what was happening outside, and had already begun to doubt that there was anything there. And now, like all these years, she could only see the image of her God, which he placed at the top of her small, six by six meters, room. Despite all these years, looking at her face in the photos on the wall, her tears were still rolling. At the age of 18 she already dreamed of how she would mature and come out to the big world. Her birthday was in February, and as soon as she became an adult, she fled to New York and to a future that seemed so bright to her.

Her God seemed so friendly, so pleasant. Even looking at the photo now, she was filled with love. She was so beautiful. Her long, curly brown hair fell on her shoulders so tenderly, framing her round eyes and warm smile. She never thought of herself that way, but she suspected she was cute. She was not happy with her body. Despite the sympathy of her school guys, she always felt that her body was not good enough. Her breasts seemed small against the broad shoulders, and her long legs hid her baggy pants. She felt disproportionate. But her god did not think so.

Her eyes slipped from the old images onto the mirror left for her. Again, tears came to her eyes when she compared who she was and what she had become. The wavy hair disappeared, now instead of them there was a bald head. She recalled how she tried to fight with her God when he began to cut off her hair, and then shave it. Moments after he had finished shaving her head, he shaved her eyebrows and even plucked her eyelashes from her eyes. And she knew that she would never be allowed to grow hair again. Her pussy was also bald, although her God chose a more painful way for this. Hot wax was used, and with a strong wrench all her hair was pulled out by the root. Now she looked like a baby, absolutely without a single hair.

She tried to look down, but the wide collar did not allow her. Looking back at the mirror, she recalled how he put it on. Previously, she could not even imagine that she would have something permanently fixed on her body. She didn't tattoo or pierce. but soon after her initiation, she learned that she would wear something non-removable.

The three-inch-wide collar, attached to its neck, was made of durable stainless steel. She still remembered how the collar first touched the cold metal to her skin, and how it was riveted tightly on her. Her God told her that he could not be removed, if only not to tear his head, and she knew that this was so. The piece of steel fixed on her neck constantly reminded her of her fate.

She sobbed again, examining her body, fixed her gaze on her breasts. It has been enlarged several times. From the very beginning, her God introduced injections of saline into each breast. She often fainted due to burning pain, when she regained consciousness, her breasts did not seem to be larger. But after a few months she was able to notice the changes, and even after five years she knew that she would constantly undergo this terrible torture. Two years ago, her god decided to make an adjustment to the growth of her breasts. He wrapped each chest with a strip of steel with spikes looking inward at the base of the chest. Steel stuck into her skin, holding her chest, and was fixed forever, like a collar. Immediately her chest turned a little blue and became more sensitive. She knew that the strips had become designed so as to provide sufficient blood supply so as not to damage the breast, but reduce it to a minimum. One of the first injuries after this operation were scars, as well as stab wounds from the spokes and other sharp objects piercing her chest.

Through her crying she could discern the slight tinkling of bells. Her god put bells into her clitoris like cows.They reminded of themselves constantly. Despite the distance to the mirror, she could see all the punctures on her body. Just as their collar could not be removed. Each nipple had four punctures - three rings and a rod. Her clit, pierced 12 years ago, no longer felt anything when she touched it. She also felt rings inserted into her anus and the septum between the anus and the vagina. And finally, her face was decorated with a large silver ring, threaded through the nose.

From all this, she felt even more humiliated, although she had other modifications, such as an open mouth. From the first days, her mouth was opened wide and held in such way with the help of various devices. For six years, this led to a change in jaw. She was installed rubber struts instead of the rear teeth. They did not allow to close the mouth a millimeter. As a result, she drilled a series of holes in the back teeth and inserted tiny braces that held the wedges in place.

She tried to commit suicide over the years, knowing that she could not escape. She could not use her hands. Her hands were enclosed in small balls, covered with a dense rubber sheath, and bound behind her back with non-removable cuffs. Yes, so much so that her elbows touched each other behind her back. She should have loosened her cuffs a little to ensure the blood supply to her hands, but then her God decided that she would no longer need her hands. She could no longer use her hands. At first, chained to the floor with a heavy chain, she tried to beat her head against the floor. But on the soft rubber floor there was not a single cusp. Her God discovered this and now the chain presses her to the floor, keeping her still. During entertainment with her, she tried to choke on sperm or urine, which she was ordered to drink. But she was inexperienced, and only coughed, which disappointed customers and doomed her to severe punishment. She promised herself that she would try again. Unfortunately, she had to wait too long. Six months after the last attempt, her God visited her and brought in a new device. She was installed a long tube, descending into the esophagus and attached to the teeth. At the same time, two breathing tubes were inserted into her nostrils and went into her lungs. She could no longer control what was penetrating her mouth or lungs. Her God checked it by urinating into her throat, the jet of which penetrated directly into the esophagus.

She looked again at the naked, ringed girl who appeared before her. She knew that this was her destiny and she would be the slave of her God until he decided to get rid of her. The familiar click of the lock interrupted her thoughts and she lowered her eyes to the floor.

"... and this is my live sex doll," said a familiar voice. She heard the breath of other people entering the room. At this, her God disappeared again, leaving her alone with his thoughts.

The end.