Treatment The perfect formula chapter 13 by Yiggi

Ben knelt on the spot in front of the door, face to face with Amana’s monster peaking out of the hatch. Without much thought he took it inside of his mouth once more. Stimulating his feed source took him some time, by the end he was doing it hands off; his arms couldn’t keep up, he started slopily using his tongue. Minutes passed and he felt the feeling on her member moments before she came inside his mouth. He quickly got away from the door when he had a regularly sized meal inside of him, and Amana too. By the time he was back in bed, the small door was closed and Amana walked away from the door to tend to whatever her chores were. At the end of the day Amana came back with her assortment of creams and liquids to give him a tough and not pleasant massage, after that the lights were off. That was the routine.

Whenever Amana wasn’t around he would try to find anything that would further his escape, scratching at the walls, inspecting every piece of furniture in the room, but nothing was found. He looked outside the windows, there wasn’t anything relevant going on outside, only the patio, which led to the back of the hill and then the road. As the days and rest brought back strength he aimed to break out through there, during the night. For the attempt he covered his elbow with bed sheets and started smashing the window, but nothing happened. He tried with all of the strength he could muster but he couldn’t do it, he would get tired fast and rest. Then keep at it, but as the hours went by he found the windows too strong. In his frustration he let go of the sheets and started banging at the glass with his arms. He only got hurt. Defeated, he went to bed, later woke up in pain. Amana was pressing down on one of his bruises with a devilish smile.

“Naughty” Was the only thing she said.

Ben looked down, defeated, and he became enraged, when even though she knew he kept trying to escape, she didn’t change anything from his imprisonment. She didn’t move him to a room with no windows, she didn’t tie him to the bed. She didn’t have to. There was no point trying to escape. The days went on and he found himself bored, eventually stopped fighting back, he would just look out the window, birds, clouds, there wasn’t much else to do, Amana came three times a day to check on things, to feed him, and to apply the creams.

Finally one day, when she came with her creams and he turned over his stomach to let her get on with it, he felt something different and immediately turned around. Her face was between his ass cheeks. Taken aback he tried to turn around but she pushed him against the pillow.

“I think we’re about done.” Amana said.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Ben asked, face against the pillow

“You haven’t asked that at all for so many weeks, what’s got you so curious now?” She leaned back again between his cheeks and a shiver went through his body when something wet prodded against his sphincter.

“St-top that! What are you doing there?!” He shook trying to break free, trying to get her away from that spot, but her hand had him pinned on the head and her head pressed down on his ass.

“Oh, come on, you think I’ve been feeding you all this time for nothing? Keeping you clean, putting a roof over your head, just because I liked to? Your rent is due.” She submerged herself again, her tongue prodded inside his asshole.

“Stop! Not there! Not there! I’ll suck your cock!”

“That bit is getting kind of old, so boring, too, you have to improve your technique. For now we’re doing something new.” Her whole tongue went inside his ass, he was not prepared for her to be able to reach that far in. A distant memory of the way she kissed him came back, and the taste of the food. She continued with the forceful rimbjob, Ben's asshole started feeling really warm and relaxed, and her tongue started speeding up, fucking him softly. 

His feet curled and his hands clenched onto the mattress, then he felt his dick releasing on the bed. She wiggled her tongue a bit giggling and moved away. “Oof, I felt that, was your little guy pent up?”

“Ffff-fuck… fuck yyyou…”

“Youuu are welcome~!”

She released his head and sat down behind him. He lifted his head back up, he tried to stand up but she pushed his back against the mattress. Then she spread his legs making them hang out the bed. He started panicking, breathing heavily.

“Amana don’t do this! Don’t do it. Please!” He wiggled trying to escape, but she kept him firmly against the bed just with her hand. Ben imagined the monster that had violated him so repeatedly now going through his insides, separating everything, piercing him in half. He let out a long terrorized scream when he felt Amana spreading his cheeks.

“Doctor, trust the process.” She looked at him pretending to be reassuring, though it was a farce. And a finger was in. Then slowly out, and slowly back in. “I know what I’m doing, I wouldn’t want to break you.”

He began crying and pleading, but Amana didn’t stop, slow down, or hurry. She was being professional about it, ignoring the boner hanging out of her panties and driping pre. Ben wouldn’t know about it though, he was blinded by fear and tears, her words weren’t getting through him either. It was only when the second finger went in that he came back to his senses. Amana just kept repeating “Trust the process.” She tried spreading her fingers inside of him and found resistance, another finger was in, and another one more, then she pulled out.

“Stoop… stop…” Ben realized all the screaming and crying had tired him out, he could barely move. His whole body felt hot, like he had a fever, his heart was was racing out of control.

“Now we can move on to the final step for today. I want to let you know since you’ve been behaving I’ve been coming up with a less painful way to do this. Really think about it, has this been painful at all?”

And Ben was confused, this tantrum wasn’t about the pain, it was because he was scared. His breathing calmed down, he stopped crying. He relaxed when he felt Amana getting off the bed. He was exhausted. She opened a big jar of cream and left it on the table next to him. He expected for the regular massage to start now, but he was shocked when Amana submerged half her arm inside the jar and quickly got back into position.

“NO STOP” Ben yelled in horror, he tried getting up but suddenly four fingers went in in one go, she put her thumb against her palm and pushed through, a blazing sensation invaded Ben’s insides, he squirmed trying to get away but she pulled him back with her other hand.

“I thought you knew me better.” He felt her twisting her arm around him, slowly pushing in all the while he howled in pain contorting, when he stopped he could hear Amana laughing heartily, like this was all a prank.

She kept pushing and twisting for a while, Ben couldn’t know how long it was, but it feltt never ending. And then she pulled out.

“Well, I’m thinking that’s enough greasing for one session.”

Ben turned around and laid on his back, covering himself. Amana got close and he tried to back away only to be met with the wall. She got her arm up to Ben’s face to show him how deep she had gotten. Most of her arm was covered in the cream, there was barely any of it on her hand and down her wrist. Ben shivered, after all of that, she had barely gotten inside him.

“Yeah, it’s not much, but,” she smiled and licked her lips “there’s always tomorrow.”

Ben glanced at the door, it was partly open, with no clear thoughts, he jumped out of the door and made for it. He opened it and began trying to run through the hallway, but he tripped few feet after getting out. Without looking back he desperately crawled, tried getting up but he would just fall again; however he could muster the strength, he moved forwards, until he found the main hall. He moved towards the door, but he didn’t even get close before Amana stepped on his heel.

“Now why did you have to do that? Let’s go back”

Ben fell flat on the ground crying, he yelled for help, but at this hour no one would’ve been outside. He expected Amana to grab him by the foot, the neck or even his hair, drag him to the room back again. But she was feeling too evil right then. Four fingers went in. Ben’s voice gave out, all of the crying and screaming had it’s toll on him. His vocal strings felt like they were tearing, he didn’t know which pain was worse, until Amana went full fist in, and for the final step, she opened her hand and pulled. She began dragging him by his asshole through the hallway. His face dragged across the floor painting a trail with his tears sweat and spit. When they made it into the room she pulled out. Ben was broken. Amana looked back from the door, Ben’s gaping asshole was twitching. She blinked at it before closing the door.