Shannon's days of absolute silence had come to an end. Vanessa had wheeled in a giant screen television that was now running around the clock. No news from the outside world though, all it played was nonstop anal porn.
Anton had carefully juxtaposed sub-fetishes so that the videos Shannon watched alternated between feats of anal dilation, and anal rape. In one video an older, dark-haired actress pushed an astonishing number of miniature basketballs out of her rectum, and in another a teenage girl got dragged into an alley and sodomized against her will by four men in their twenties.
An endless stream of this kind of material began to alter Shannon's perception of reality to the point where she stopped thinking about the sexual aspect and wondered about the personal lives of the actors and actresses.
"What is the girl who's getting her ass fisted really like?" she wondered. "Is she friends with the girl whose arm is buried in her up to her elbow? They seem to be having fun."
A lot of the rape scenes were in Russian, and Shannon made up the dialog. Some were so realistic that she thought maybe they were real and she hoped the girls were okay afterward. "They would have been better off not fighting," she judged.
Shannon was on the edge of falling asleep when she felt Vanessa's soft hands rubbing warm water and bath soap on her body. They smiled at each other and Shannon felt lucky to know such a caring person. She was wrapped in towels and had just received lipstick when Anton walked in.
"Good news Princess," Anton said, Today is Graduation!"
Shannon looked at him with fearful eyes and Anton looked back with genuine concern.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," Anton smiled, "The hardest part is over. You're leaving the device."
Fear and joy rushed through Shannon as Vanessa removed her shackles. Vanessa and Anton lifted her from the butt plug and laid her on a waiting gurney. Her muscles had grown weak in her time on the platform and she lay limp as she was wheeled to another room.
In the new room there was a big, four post bed with a soft mattress and lots of fluffy pillows. Sunlight streamed in through tall, narrow windows and the room smelled like potpourri. Shannon was moved to the big bed and sunk luxuriously into the soft mattress. Anton opened a drawer in the nightstand and pulled out an enormous butt plug connected to a leather harness.
"We'll worry about this soon enough," Anton said, "For now get some sleep."
He closed the door gently behind him and Vanessa crawled into bed behind Shannon. She pulled the cover up over them and slipped her hand into Shannon's asshole. It went in easily and felt like the pocket of a bathrobe.
"Vanessa?" Shannon said with droopy eyelids.
"Yes, dear?" Vanessa whispered softly.
"Will Anton still like fucking me in the ass now that it's all stretched out?" Shannon asked, drifting off to sleep.
"Oh, don't worry," Vanessa said as she cupped Shannon's breast and kissed her neck, "He has the piggies for that."