This story contains scenes of violence, perversion and is not recommended for reading to anyone who did not look for it on purpose.

The room was gradually filled with a soft, cozy light. He made his way through the open window, which covered only light fabric. The room was spacious, furniture or decorative elements were not very much. A middle-aged man woke up. For a while he lay almost motionless, but then he took a deep breath and stood up. He was naked. Taking the bell by the bed, he shook them. A melodious ring rang through his house. Almost immediately, two young girls appeared in the room. They had no arms, only smooth skin where their shoulders began. Hair on the head, however, as well as on the whole body, was not there either. They walked noiselessly to the bed, walking barefoot on a snow-white carpet. Kneeling, they looked up at the man and opened their mouths. In the eyes of the girls one could see unquestioning obedience. One of them wrapped his lips around his cock. After a few seconds, the man began to urinate. It lasted quite a long time. The girl swallowed, again and again. But not a single drop was spilled. After - she pulled away. Almost immediately, the second entered the case. Now she has already taken a member in her mouth, but this time, she began to swallow him regularly and in every possible way to massage her with her tongue, lips, throat. Oral caress lasted longer - but they also led to their final - the girl's stomach filled the seed. Having cleaned his body, the two of them left.

The man waved his hand, and the red ring on his hand flared. The member, who had just fallen and sluggish, was again ready to work. Finally, the man got out of bed and, throwing a cape over his body, which was not similar to a dressing gown, or a cloak, he left the room. The cape is dark green, it was important for humans. After all, his deity, or to be more precise, the well-known images, pointed to similar clothes.

Once in the corridor, the man headed towards the kitchen. From there, the whole house smelled of pastries. He sat down at the only chair that stood in the kitchen. And almost immediately, another girl, almost indistinguishable from those that were minutes earlier, went to work. But this time, she was in no hurry and stretched the pleasure of her master. The same one, calmly had breakfast, filling his stomach with various dishes, not at all worrying about gaining extra weight. Immediately, on the table, there was another bell. Almost finished the meal, the man again called for his servant.

Another girl appeared in the kitchen. But this time, hands and hair were in place. And even more - a corset was fastened on it, emphasizing a big chest, high boots with a big heel, and the hair was tied into a neat tail, which was tight on the back of the head.

- Make sure that tomorrow there is less sweet, it starts to bother. - disagreed man.

- Of course, Mister could. - Her voice was soft and gentle.

- And also prepare a wagon. I think I'm going to the fair today.

- Now I will.

The man nodded, making it clear that that was all. The servant immediately disappeared, and he finished again. Now it was the turn of his almost daily action. From the kitchen he headed down to the basement. Although, it would have been difficult to call it a basement - just a staircase, beyond which a small space opened a single door. The entire surface was painted and decorated with various symbols. The man prayed to himself, while maintaining calm and concentration. After that, on a small touch screen entered the number. It was the number of a small world, a plan available only to him. This door hid behind itself many different worlds, but about them later. Now this man was interested in this man. Some information was displayed on the screen. The fact is that time was subject to man. And he decided how much time had passed there in this world. This time, the person entered the number two, denoting years.

The door opened, revealing a gray, stone basement behind, lit only by a light bulb on the ceiling. A woman who stood in the middle of the room rushed to her eyes. She was chained in a special metal rack, on all fours. She could strain her muscles, but she couldn’t move. The metal gag that covered the head in a circle opened access to a large transparent tube that went into the stone under the ceiling. Every few hours liquid, often tasteless food was fed through this pipe, and then water. So the woman was feeding. There was another metal device in front of his eyes - he completely deprived her of his vision of what was around, while he had a screen in himself that showed her what the person wanted. Eighteen hours a day, she watched all sorts of porn, always new and different. Behind the woman was not a tricky device, that all the same hours, penetrated the rubber dildo into her vagina and stimulated the clitoris. It was the same for the ass.

It is worth remembering that two years have passed since the last visit by a man of this room. Unhappy, having forgotten even her name in her madness, did not change her posture or occupation all this time. An endless series of orgasms, one after another, the inability to move, a short sleep.

The man stopped the video. She jerked, tried to move her head, but at that moment she was covered with another orgasm, and with a moan, she sprinkled several streams of liquid. He took off her eye mask and crouched in front of her, so that his head was opposite her.

- Do you remember me? - He asked.

The woman blinked expressively. Snot was smeared across the face.

- Do you remember the game we played the last time?

The eyes of the woman were filled with horror. But she blinked again.

- Guess what number I guess? From one to ten.

The woman again experienced an orgasm. A few more streams flew to the floor. But taking herself in hand, she, shaking all over, blinked four times.

- No, dear, you did not guess. It's a pity. Then I'll see you again later ... ”he paused, delaying the answer.

The woman moaned, mumbling, she gazed with a look to stop the torture.

- After ten years. I thought ten.

In other matters it was not true. He did not guess anything, and she could not win. He enjoyed what was happening to her, in her head. This minute of communication was like a sweetie for him.

He came out of this basement, not forgetting to put a device on her eyes.

But on this he did not finish. Closing the door, he again dialed the same number and the number ten. Ten years. And went back. It would seem that nothing has changed. But he knew that there were ten long years in her head. Ten years of orgasms, painful and nonstop.

He again took off her mask.

- Do you remember me?

The woman looked at his face for a few seconds, then blinked.

- Let's play?

Blinked again. She remembered that the only way to stop torture was to guess.

The man pulled the phone out of her mouth and freed her face so that she could speak.

- From one to a million.

- P-please ...

- Guess, well, well!

- I n-do not know ... I ...

- Speak number.

- I ... n-fi ... five hundred? - With hope in her voice, she asked.

The man shook his head.

- P-please, n-not n-on ... - At this point, the mask returned to its place, like the tube.

- I made a million. It's easy! - He put a screen on her eyes and went out.

He will return here tomorrow, but a year, maybe two, will pass for her, but she will think that she will have to wait for the next game indefinitely.

The door closed. The man felt that his penis was getting stronger, but he himself wanted to detente. What would such a use? He went through the room numbers in his head, but changed his mind. Perhaps that's enough for today. He is waiting for the fair. A man came out of the basement, and then out of the house. Staying barefoot, becoming like his deity, he saw that he was waiting for a cart drawn by four pony girls. Wrapped in a black harness with metal inserts, depriving them of unnecessary movements, in masks, unable to see where they are going, with large boots, hoofs, fixed to the legs.

The same girl in a corset was waiting for him at the wagon. His assistant, that helped him solve simple questions.And then the man slapped his forehead. How could he forget.

Returning to the house, he again went to the basement - he forgot what he was going to the fair with. In a hurry, dial the room number, he opened the door, before entering five thousand. Yes, five thousand years.

Immediately something was waiting for him. What he was especially proud of. Still likening to a deity, he repeated something after that.

A large room appeared before his eyes. Even more likely the whole hall, in size with stadium. He was forced by a variety of racks, exercise equipment, cells and smaller rooms. Also, there were about two dozen creatures. They were not like human bears, or monkeys, or trolls. They had no name. They never slept and did not want to eat. Their members never fell. All they did was follow and manage a single girlfriend. Now the man watched as the girl struggled, herself, sit down on her ass on a huge metal dildo. She growled, experiencing an orgasm, at several creatures, crowded around her, urging her on.

She fed exclusively on their feces, drank their urine and sperm, which at a time, for one ejaculation, they gave out a liter. She was beaten and raped, forced to do everything that you can imagine. And at the same time, they trained absolute and unquestioning obedience. It is worth noting that in one of the corners there was his man, a statue. In order that the girl would not forget about who she is serving.

He interrupted this exercise and called her to him. It would be worth to see how fast she ran to him. Falling to her knees, she buried her forehead against the floor, stretching her arms forward. The man went around her. Dirty, very dirty. Her labia were stretched, hanging down, touching the floor. The vagina was shining with a black hole, but the ass - part of the intestine fell out and did not refill. He grinned, his creatures in proportion to the horse. Clicking with his fingers, and thus causing another sparkle of the red ring, the man cleared it. She became perfectly clean.

- Get up and follow me.

The girl jumped up, hiding her hands behind her back, clasping her elbows with her palms and stood up, stretching her back, but tilting her head.

So they came out of the basement.

After a while, they were already in the wagon. His assistant controlled the reins, and the girl that he had just picked up was rushing over his cock. How she tried, with what zeal and pleasure it did. The man allowed himself the whole trip over and over again.

Streets opened to him, quiet, with the rare exception of walking passers-by and various houses. In this city lived those who died a long time ago, like himself, but in his life, they deserved an afterlife deity. Eternal life and a ring with a red stone that fulfilled any desire.

Soon they went to the square, where there was a huge stone portal, all covered with patterns and inscriptions. The black canvas blazed with red flashes - it led into the world of the fair. The world of another deity, but a man was allowed to be there. The world of eternal entertainment, fairs, games, shops and thousands of other follies.