The following is a work of fiction, all parties are 18+
I don't know how long it's been, all I know is that I need another load inside me. An indescribable feeling of need seared through my guts. I was left alone with an occasional snap to fuck with me. The last set of snaps left me completely blind and deaf, but he was kind enough to leave me with some sort of stimulus. Several vibrating beads were left in my gut, sending tidal waves of lust through my system. But I still can't cum, what's left of my dick is a smooth rubber mound impervious to all sensation.
Snap! Snap!
I can hear again, I almost cry with relief when another snap removes the large dildo lodging the vibrators inside. They spill out of me one by one. Another snap grants me sight and my hair fluffing over my head again. I'm still gagged but even this small mercy is enough to make me damn near weep.
I look over at my master and I see he's in surprisingly pedestrian clothing, a simple white button up undone at the top to reveal his thick chest hair and a pair of well fitting grey slacks.
“You have 2 options, and for once I'll actually let you choose.”
He walks closer to me, I'm still on my knees and it takes all my self control not to slobber on his clean pants.
“I continue making you my perfect bitch.”
He lets that option linger, a pit of dread widening with each second he lets it hang. The cold of the metal floor is seeping into my rubber skin as I stare up at him. I don't want to talk unless he permits.
“Or I sell you off to the first bidder, have you spend the rest of your life as a cheap whore plaything, remember your rubber only responds to my snapping.”
As if to prove a point he cycles me through being fully encased in rubber, having both replicas of his massive cock inside me, and then completely naked but blind. He finally leaves me as a smooth rubber body with my original head so I can answer him.
“I want to try and be yours.”
I whisper so meekly and quietly I'm not sure if he heard me. When a hard smack hits my face sending me reeling to the floor I know he did.
“You address me as sir you useless faggot!”
I feel tears fall from my eyes as I turn to look up at him.
“Yes sir! I'm sorry sir!”
I try to contain my tears and I do to some extent. He looks down at me with such kind eyes I can't ever believe he was so cruel. Maybe he wasn't, maybe he just knows what's best for me.
“Today is then going to be one of your hardest tests.”
His voice was so deep and gravely, it makes me want to obey his every word. He snaps his fingers with a special rhythm and my hands look normal again. On closer inspection the line where my ‘skin’ hits the rubber is slightly faded, showing that it's just an illusion.
“Ass up slut, stay on the fucking floor.”
I don't even speak, I just follow his order. I present my shiny still lubed up hole. A surge pleasure shoots through me when he doesn't even bother with foreplay. Instead shoving his whole length in at once. He fuck hard and rough, but after recent events I take it so much better. He stops once he's given me his thick hot load, pumping it deep into my rubber guts.
“Good little bitch.”
I don't know why his words made me so happy, but they did all the same. A wash of dread follows when I hear vibrations and he starts loading me back up with the vibrators, but now all on a much stronger intensity than before. I can barely even keep my ass up with how strong the waves of pleasure are. And with a few snaps my ass is sealed with the replica cock.
“Stand up whore.”
I struggle to even get into a crawl but slowly I stand, feeling all of the vibrating pods slosh the load in my guts.
“Follow me, if you drag behind at all I will make sure you never see again.”
I follow him. Walking out of the room felt like an exercise from hell itself. But with my knees shaking and my wobbly gait I keep up with him. We walk through hallway after hallway in silence, I hear the occasional scream, both of pleasure and terror. I only just now see the massive tribal tattoo on his back, it was practically glowing through his thin white button up.
We finally turn into a door, the room I'm met with looks more like a school locker room than something you expect in an underground facility. At least I think it's underground? He opens a nearby locker and throws clothing at me, with my insides literally vibrating, I barely caught it.
“Put that on, we're going shopping. Stay with me, you know what happens if you wander off.”
He speaks so threateningly I almost flinch. I inspect what I was given and for something so full coverage it doesn't leave much to the imagination. I put on the crotchless tights, having my ass and smooth bulge show. Over those was a pair of thin extremely tight shorts, if I was wearing underwear you could see it. I put on the shirt, a tight fitting turtleneck. I slip on the shoes I was given, some generic sneakers and I hear the locker shut. He was holding a metal bottle and a bundle of fabric. He sets the bottle down and undoes his pants a second time, his dick flaccid is still genuinely scary to look at, so thick and long I'm surprised I didn't die the first night. He moves across the room and shoves it into my mouth, it doesn't even get hard and I feel it in my throat.
“You need to hydrate before we leave.”
Again with the cheeriness. And soon something trickles down my esophagus, he's using me as his personal urinal again, I feel my stomach bloating with the amount of piss and cum he's pumped into me. He takes his duck out of my mouth and snaps his fingers, having it replaced by his rubber replica again,sealing the contents of my stomach. He then opens the bottle and the thick smell of cum wafts through the air, he lifts it to my head and combs it through my hair. He's using it as fucking gel to style my hair. As a finishing touch he hands me a face mask to cover the robber when my mouth should be.
“Follow quickly slut.”
I have to shoot across the room dislodging the vibrators in my ass and pissing some of them deeper. When I see the surface I'm disappointed that it's night, I was hoping to see the sun again. He doesn't even let me see the outside of the building, instead he revokes my sight and drags me by the cum soaked hair. When I'm put down I'm surprised to find that it's a motorcycle. My brief excitement of finally riding one is overridden by the fact that I have a massive dildo lodged deep in my guts.
“Oh I almost forgot!”
He snaps again and my crotch is let free, showing the very obvious cage print through my paper thin shorts. I'm mortified, and my cock strains against the cage. I can't see it but I know it's pushing against the fabric He sits in front of me and goes so fast I feel the hum of the engine in my bones. I almost pass out from the intensity of the vibrators and the rocking of the bike against the duplicate cock in my ass.
We finally stop and he lets me see again and I see the busiest store I've ever seen. The crowd is so large I don't know how he's going to keep me near him, until I feel the tightening of a collar around my neck. I squirm in embarrassment. Now not only do I smell of cum, I also am collared like a pet. And like a pet I'm dragged inside, I have no clue how so little people pay attention to us. But at some point through the trip he drags me along to the butcher's.
“Hey Frank.”
God he sounds so friendly, and with a smile like that he could probably get away with murder, probably has.
“Hey- oh got yourself another slut, can't say I recognize this one.”
Oh great the one holding a giant knife is in on this. I think I might have an idea where all the dead bodies go.
“He's my best one yet! Firstly look at him!”
He smacks my cage and spins me, a few bystanders look away in shock.
“He has 17 vibrators on max plus a replica of me in him! Plus his mouth! If I shorten his intestines I reckon that I could grab it with my fist from his ass.”
He's so cheery sounding, and it makes me so happy. I feel 2 or 3 bystanders grope my cage and ass, one even spits on me.
“Anyways, not why I'm here, I just came to renew the usual, the meat will arrive tomorrow. It's a large amount, these newer whores are so fragile.”
And there breaks my illusion of happiness, this man is still a murderer and a kidnapper, And I am still in active danger.
He doesn't even pay as he walks out and makes me blind again, speeding towards where I've been kept. Once we're back he strips me and makes my cage a smooth rubber mound again. I'm emptied and allowed to have my throat clear. I still don't have a mouth while in my gimp form but I can finally rest my poor throat. My ass isn't so lucky, he snapped away his cocks doppelganger but replaced it with an absurdly long and thin plug. He said something about me not being tight enough anymore. For now I'm left to curl up and try to sleep on the cold metal table in the near empty room.
I hope you enjoyed, as usual you guys get to pick the next kink to be featured! On our vote are last week's losers plus a new one! And if two of the choices tie I will do both or a combination! Feel fr
ee to recommend kinks in the comments as well!
A: glory hole/free use
B: fisting
C: public sex
