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Autotrained
by danaume Rook <https://www.asstr.org/~Piper/xdx.html#danaumerook>
g; mf; Mdom; oral; anal; tf; ws; caution
It was a fairly crisp autumn day, with the leaves falling slowly in the
still air from the trees, like oversized red and gold snowflakes. It
was, by far, her favorite time of the year... well, except for going
back to school. It wasn't that school was hard, it was just that it was
tedious and frustrating, spending all day in a room with some of her
best friends without being able to talk with them or do anything fun.
Still, the school day was over, and Heather was once again on her way
home, walking down the sidewalk through the fresh fallen leaves. School
cutbacks meant fewer bus stops, which in turn meant that Heather was
once again walking home on her own, from a stop five blocks from the
apartment building she lived in with her mother.
She was dressed for the autumn weather, wearing a pair of dark blue
denim jeans that hugged her skinny legs, embroidered with golden thread
to form flowers up the outsides of her thighs and along the back
pockets, worn tight enough to hug her heart shaped rump in a trendy
fashion. Her small feet were wrapped up in fluffy white socks and black
deck shoes with white soles that were dusted with purple glitter. Above
her jeans she wore a soft violet-purple baby-doll t-shirt, with a large
'˜hello-kitten face' knock-off decal across her still flat chest. She had
a down filled ski-jacket in pink and white panels that looked cute, but
was overkill for the weather, and a pair of gloves that were currently
tucked into her jacket pockets. Her backpack was slung over one
shoulder, holding a few books, her binder, and the homework that she
needed to do before she could catch the city bus to the mall to hang out
with her friends.
Heather was twelve years old, and trailed the other girls in her class
for development. Her hips were barely starting to show curves and stop
looking boyish, but her chest was still completely flat save for a pair
of perky nipples that forced her to wear slips, even under t-shirts, if
she wanted to keep them from showing at the slightest chill or stray
thought. Her mother called it a 'super-models' build, but Heather knew
she wasn't super-model beautiful, just girlishly cute. It didn't help
that her mother had huge breasts and a figure that made men constantly
hit on her whenever they were out together.
Her skin was pale, which meant freckles and sunburns in the summer. Her
skin was so creamy white that the one time she tried to spray tan to fit
in, she ended up looking like an orange for a whole week. Her eyes were
a mottled green and blue that seemed to change with the weather, no
matter how much she wished they would settle on one color or the other,
and her hair was naturally almost platinum blonde, quick to green if she
ever swam in a chlorinated pool.
She rounded the last street corner before the apartment buildings,
walking a path she had walked hundreds of times before, her mind
flitting between concerns over her body and its slow blossoming, and the
boys in class who she thought were cute, but too immature to be worth
her time... it didn't help that they were all focused on Mindy Strauss,
the '˜boob job brunette' who's chest went from a-cup to amazing over one
summer break.
She stepped to the innermost edge of the sidewalk to dodge a parked
repair van that was up on the curb, only to have every parent's worst
nightmare happen. A gloved hand pressed a damp rag over her mouth and
nose as another grabbed her around the stomach. She felt herself lifted
off the ground and started kicking reflexively to try to get free,
squirming and thrashing.
Her backpack was her salvation, slipping to the side in the man's grip
and loosening his hold on her just enough that she dropped out of his
arms and to the ground. She gasped for the clean air and started to push
herself forward, trying to get to her feet and get enough of a breath to
scream.
Heather heard a deep male voice grunt a curse behind her, and then felt
something hard and plastic push against the curve of her ass. What
followed was much less pleasant than the chloroform rag, as three
hundred kilovolts of electricity surged through her jeans and the
panties beneath to cause every muscle in her body to spasm and lock up,
dropping her to the ground with barely a gasped whimper.
Her eyes watered and hazed on the edge of consciousness as a pair of men
grabbed her from the street and roughly tossed her limp and unresponsive
body into the van. They followed behind and closed the side door, and
she heard the van start up and begin to drive off. One of the men then
pulled the cap off of a prepared hypodermic needle and pushed it into
her neck, depressing the plunger to push whatever drug was inside into
Heather's body. Within seconds there was nothing but timeless darkness
for Heather. All her parents and the police found at the scene was her
backpack, one strap torn and the contents spilled across the sidewalk.
There were no other clues.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Heather woke up slowly from whatever drug she had been injected with,
her body feeling sore and stiff. Her jaw ached, as did her ass, and it
took several minutes to even be able to open her eyes without feeling
dizzy and sick.
She was mostly naked, she could tell from the chill in the air, causing
goosebumps across her arms and legs, and making her nipples pucker tight
and hard in the chill, aching slightly. Her mouth was held open by some
sort of padded ring that stretched her jaw to the limit, and was locked
around her head by a set of straps across her cheeks. She could feel
something wrapped around her waist and running between her legs, hard
like molded plastic or metal, and soon discovered that her wrists were
bound to the waist belt by short lengths of chain on either side
attached to cuffs of a matching material.
Once her eyes were open and she could see, Heather looked around the
room in distress, trying to find any chance of escape as the memories of
her abduction slowly pieced back together through her drug and
electricity addled mind.
The room was a perfect cube, ten feet to a side, with three featureless
walls in a '˜hospital' cream hue. The fourth wall had two clear plastic
panels built into it, each a foot across and three feet tall. Each panel
revealed a small hollow that held a small tablet monitor at its base and
a clear tank above it. These panels were each three feet off the floor,
and apparently built seamlessly into the otherwise cream wall. beneath
each panel hung a flesh toned and very lifelike replica of male genitals
that made Heather blush and groan in fear.
The panel on the left had a flaccid faux-penis hanging from the wall,
complete with veins, wrinkled skin, and exposed crowned glands, looking
as real as anything Heather had ever seen in photographs on the
internet. The panel on the right had an erect faux-penis, jutting
straight out from the wall, with bulging veins and taut skin, and a
bulging crowned glands. both were clearly of adult size.
The floor was the same cream color as the walls, but was uneven, its
surface tilted towards three drains, one under each of the protrusions
from the wall, and another in the far corner. Though somewhat slick, the
floor was padded beneath her, as though made of some sort of stiff foam
or rubber. The ceiling had four recessed pod-lights that provided a soft
and warm glow to the room that did not match the chilly air, and a
mirrored dome at each corner that looked like shopping mall security
cameras.
Heather couldn't see a doorway in any of the walls, or any other method
of getting in or out of the room. She struggled to her feet, having to
roll to her belly and pull her legs beneath her to manage, with her
hands bound at her sides. She was suddenly thankful for the smooth
floor, as any textured grip on the floor would have scraped her chest
and knees horribly in the process. Once seated, she looked down at
herself, taking in the sleek, black, hard plastic '˜panty' that hugged
her hips and crotch like a thong. It was molded to her flesh tightly
enough to even have a camel toe. Worse, despite being unable to see it,
she could feel something long and thick pushed up into her butt.
She stood and approached one of the panels in the wall, looking at it
through the light to try to see her reflection. Her hair was gone,
trimmed down to just a downy fuzz on her scalp, but that barely
registered amidst everything else. She could see that the straps holding
the ring in her mouth were buckled and padlocked behind her head, and
despite how dry her mouth felt, a strand of drool was already leaking
out over her lower lip. The '˜panty' was also padlocked in the back, and
she felt that the padlocking was rather stupid, as her hands could
barely move three inches from either hip, so she couldn't reach the
padlocks if her life depended on it. Her reflection looked as miserable
as she felt, and she found that depressing.
'Eellf, anfiee onn?' she cried out past the ring in her mouth, the words
unintelligible to her own ears, resulting in a sobbing scream after that
in frustration and fear.
The room remained silent in the wake of her noises, the only sounds that
reached her ears being the ones she made herself, but the room did
respond in other ways. The two tablet monitors built into the bottoms of
the plastic panels sparked to life, each displaying a blue screen with
white text.
Heather gave a startled yelp at the silent change, and immediately felt
stupid for it. She looked between the two screens, and then read the one
on the left.
*TO dRINK, PLACE LIPS AROUNd THE HEAd OF THE PENIS ANd SUCK GENTLY.
CONTINUE SWALLOWING UNTIL ALL FLUId HAS bEEN EJECTEd, ANY SPILLAGE WILL
RESULT IN PUNISHMENT.*
Heather groaned at that and looked to the screen on the right, above the
erect penis.
*TO FEEd, PLACE LIPS AROUNd THE bASE OF THE PENIS WITH THE HEAd IN YOUR
THROAT. REPEAT PROCESS UNTIL THE NUMbER OF REPETITIONS LISTEd bENEATH
HAVE bEEN COMPLETEd:*
*01/00*
Heather looked to the tanks in the recesses in the walls on either side,
noting that the one on the left was filled with some sort of
amber-yellowish fluid, and the one on the right was filled with some
sort of milky white fluid. She wasn't an idiot, the symbolism wasn't
lost. Piss and cum... they expected her to drink and eat piss and cum.
She dropped to her knees and started to sob, tears flowing from her eyes
as everything sunk in. The realization of what she had to do to survive
bringing out an emotional torrent that lasted for what felt like hours.
There was no way to tell. There was no clock in the room, and the
lighting stayed consistent. Once Heather had cried to the limits of her
ability, she passed out in the warm glow and cold air, and when she woke
later, nothing had changed. Nothing about the room anyway. With her
mouth held open, every breath wicked moisture from her body into the
room, and her drooling saliva carried away more.
She was hungry, and she was thirsty, and there was only one solution to
either. She thought back to the medical dramas and island survival
reality television she had watched. Under ideal conditions, a person
could last three days without water, but these weren't ideal conditions,
and she had no idea how long she had been there, but she knew that she
was very thirsty. Her lips were chapped and even her eyes felt dry and
scratchy, though that could have been from all the crying.
She stared at the screen above the flaccid dildo, her body trembling as
she weighed her options. She could suck piss from a dildo, or she could
die of dehydration. It didn't take long for the tears to start up again.
She held out as long as she could, but she knew it was inevitable.
Eventually she found herself sinking to her knees before the limp
silicone dick, groaning as she leaned forward and took the head of it
into her mouth. She could barely close her lips around it past the ring
in her mouth.
As soon as her lips were past the head of the dildo, she felt and heard
a hum between her legs, gasping around the cock in her mouth as those
vibrations assaulted her sex, making her thighs press shut and her arms
jerk in surprise. That gasp faded into a moan as her body shuddered from
the pleasure the vibrations sent through her loins. It took her several
minutes to catch her breath enough to suckle softly at the item in her
mouth.
The reaction was almost immediate, as fluid splashed into her mouth. She
could see bubbles rising through the tank as her mouth filled. It was
slightly hotter than the inside of her mouth, but wasn't the salty and
acrid fluid she feared, instead she found it to be some kind of apple
cider. despite the surprisingly palatable taste, the rush of fluid was
more than she was ready for. Nearly a full pint of cider sprayed in a
steady stream into her mouth, and she was only able to swallow about
half of it before the remainder splashed out of her mouth. She dropped
her head to cough, some of the remaining cider splashing across her face.
The moment the cider reached the drain between her knees, she felt a
hard shock of electricity flow through her loins, replacing that
pleasant vibration with punishment for spilling. She cried out through
the ring in her mouth as her body jerked again and again from shock
after shock. Ten in all, one after another with only a full second
between each to recover. She coughed and shuddered, falling to her side
on the floor, panting for breath and feeling miserable. The worst part
was that the amount of liquid she had been able to swallow wasn't enough
to sate her thirst. She knew that she would need to do it again.
After waiting several minutes for her body to recover from the choking
and the shocks to her nethers, Heather sat up and glared at the flaccid
penis jutting from the wall. Her mouth was damp from the fluids, but
still felt dry, unrecovered thanks to still being dehydrated. She let
out a groan and leaned forward again, wrapping her lips once more around
the head of that offensive spigot. The vibrations against her sex
started again, making her eyes squeeze shut and her brows knit. She
wanted to sob, but there was no time to do so.
Heather once again felt the cider begin splashing into her mouth in that
heavy stream, it wasn't that much liquid, and she was effectively
sucking it through a straw of sorts, but there was no pause to swallow,
no pause to catch a breath, it just kept flowing. She managed to drink
more this time before her mouth overflowed, but she still couldn't stop
some from splashing into the drain.
That shock to her loins came again, bolts of punishing agony starting in
the plug pressed up her ass and surging forward toward the source of
that ceased teasing pleasure. Ten hard shocks, one after another, just
as before. Punishment for failing to swallow. It took Heather six more
attempts before she was able to swallow all that the infernal device
forced on her, though she spread the attempts out over time as the cider
slowly filled the void and rehydrated her body.
Of course, this brought two problems for Heather. The first was that her
salivary glands were back up to full production, and she was drooling
horribly, which she found humiliating and uncomfortable. The second was
that her own bladder was achingly full.
She tried to call out for help, but her words were still as
unintelligible as they had been the first time. She tried to pull the
plastic panty locked around her hips off, but it wouldn't budge. In the
end, the pain in her kidneys and belly forced her to simply squat over
the far drain and relieve herself through the panty.
Heather had expected a terrible mess from the process, but was a little
stunned to discover that the panty seemed to have a drain in its base,
down where she couldn't actually see, as the urine escaped her in a long
and relatively mess free stream, though some splatter upon her feet and
ankles occurred, making her face contort in displeasure.
Without a sense of time, Heather had no idea how long she had been in
the room. She slept when she got tired, and drank from the humiliating
tap when thirsty. Eventually the tank emptied of cider, and as she
watched, the hollow behind the plastic panel rotated, swapping out one
tank for another. Lemonade, served warm like the cider. After that came
tea, then hot and flat Mountain dew, then just hot water with food
coloring in it to render it yellow. The symbolism was always there,
yellow to amber hue, body hot, and delivered from a dick.
There was plenty to drink, but her body wasn't satisfied with fluids
alone. Even with her belly full to bursting with the liquids, her tummy
still gurgled and grumbled at her, wanting sustenance. She needed to
eat, and that meant turning to the other device.
Her first try at the device was tentative and nervous. She slid her
mouth over the erect phallus, finding the ring barely wide enough to
allow it to pass. It was easily seven or eight inches in length, and her
little mouth could only take about three inches before she felt her
throat clench as she neared her gag reflex.
She drew off the erect cock and looked at it, her saliva now making the
tip glisten. She wanted to frown at it, but the ring gag didn't really
allow for that. She gave a low groan, and then pushed her mouth over it
again, darting her head forward in hopes of just getting it over with.
Her body didn't like that at all. She got no more than halfway down the
monster before her stomach lurched and her eyes watered. Pain surged
through her neck that was more than enough to wash out the pleasurable
vibrations that the panty was giving her as encouragement for the task.
She reflexively drew back and off the silicone organ, coughing and
retching as a wash of bile surged up her throat and down the drain
beneath the feeding station. She gave herself a moment to wallow in
misery before moving to the other station to get a drink and try to
settle her stomach.
It was only the desperation of her hunger that drove her back to the
feeding station. She pushed herself forward more slowly this time, only
to be stopped by her body's defenses yet again. She gagged and coughed,
then tried it again.
And again.
And again...
It took her nearly a dozen tries before she managed to swallow at just
the right time to force the fake cock into her throat, feeling it
stretching her esophagus painfully around its girth. She pushed forward
until her lips were seated around the base of the silicone monster, her
nose pressing to the plastic window. The readout on the display changed.
The counter clicked.
*COMPLETEd:*
*01/01*
She drew back off the item as she felt it splashing something hot and
creamy into her throat. Once she could taste it, she realized that it
was some kind of pudding, like tapioca without the pearls. It was, quite
honestly, the best thing she had ever tasted, thanks to how hungry she
was. Her sense of victory was short lived, however, as after several
splashes of pudding into her mouth, the display changed again.
*COMPLETEd:*
*02/00*
As with the first station, one load wasn't enough to fill the void. She
groaned after swallowing down what was in her mouth the best she could
without being able to close it. She would have to do it again, and this
time, she would have to do it twice to get any of the pudding. She
wanted to recover, but she didn't want to risk forgetting how she did it
the first time, so she pushed back forward over the artificial erection,
choking a bit, but managing to once again get her lips around the base
of the tormenting toy. She watched as the display said that she had
completed one of two, and drew back an inch before pushing forward
again. There was no change.
Heather rolled her eyes in frustration and backed up further, trying
three times before satisfying the device that she had pulled off far
enough. Far enough, it turned out, was to have only the head of the cock
in her mouth before pushing forward again. The display clicked to two of
two completed and she was once again rewarded with a few splashes of hot
pudding into her mouth. Then her stomach soured as she glanced at the
display again.
*COMPLETEd:*
*04/00*
'Oo omm oah!' she shouted at the station past the gag. It was doubling
on her. She knew what that meant, as bad as the first few times were, it
was only going to get worse. It took a long time for Heather to realize
that she wasn't being left alone in the room. She blamed the fact that
the drink station had changed over to beer and left her tipsy and foggy.
The flavors of drinks cycled, and she used those as '˜days', as it took
sleeping twice to empty a tank, she decided that the beer was her
weekend. It made for a really long week, but it was the closest to a
routine that she could figure out. The food in the feeding station never
changed.
After recovering from the beer, Heather noticed that her skin didn't
feel as itchy and sticky, and the room smelled cleaner. More over, her
belly felt achingly hollow. The only conclusion she could come to, as
disturbing as it was, was that she was being drugged as well as rendered
drunk. While she was out, someone had to be cleaning the room, washing
her, and she could only assume giving her an enema, as she couldn't
think of any other way to account for the hollow ache, or the fact that
she hadn't needed to do anything but piss to relieve herself in the time
she had been there.
As for how long that was, she really didn't have a clue. The drinks had
cycled through three times, and counter was up to '˜4096/00', which is
where it had apparently stopped increasing. She could count, and had
nothing but time. If she managed one deep throat a second, it would take
just over an hour for her to get her meal. It usually took longer, just
because she would need a break to catch her breath or get a drink before
continuing. The drink station had also upped its ante, over time
increasing from a pint to a quart over the days and days of practice.
The worst part however, was the droning vibration between her legs
whenever she had her mouth around a dick. As much as she hated the
situation she was in, she could usually get off a couple times while
trying to get a meal, and as much as her brain hated what she was forced
to do, her body was beginning to become more than a little eager for her
next drink or meal.
------------------------------------------------------------------------
Heather woke slowly, her body aching from several places, and her head
feeling fuzzy and drugged. Her intestines ached and felt stretched and
empty at the same time, hinting at another deep enema, but the plug in
her ass was clearly new, as she could feel the difference in size, and
her anus ached from how wide it was stretched. Her chest ached from
several points around her nipples, and when she glanced down at her
chest, she could see little bulges with tiny scab marks atop them, like
poorly healed bee stings, ringing each areola. The muscles in her arms
felt stiff and sore, the limbs almost leaden as they lay to either side
of her body, and the joints felt slightly swollen. Her skin felt like
she had a sunburn from head to toe, and her flesh looked pink and a bit
raw, yet greasy from recent application of lotion.
The thing that got her attention the most, however, was that her lips
burned and felt dry and chapped. It wasn't so much that she noticed them
for the pain, but that she noticed that they were closed. As was her
very sore jaw.
She opened her mouth slowly, feeling the sore muscles of her jaw work,
and feeling the bone click a little from the stiffness, and she ran her
tongue over her lips tentatively. The ring gag was gone. It wasn't until
she felt a hand caress her cheek where the strap had been that she even
noticed that it was hers, and that her arms were also free.
Her eyes went wide and she looked around herself, hoping that this was a
good change. Looking around the room, however, she realized that those
were the only changes. She was still alone and trapped in the room with
the two dildo stations.
Her hands explored her loins, finding that the hard plastic panty was
still firmly in place, and padlocked in the back still. She found
herself surprised at how solid the plastic item felt, as though the
plastic were as hard as steel, or maybe coating thin steel plating. She
knocked at it with her knuckles, and couldn't even feel the plastic
shift against her body, and heard only a solid sounding clack from her
knuckles.
She let her arms fall to her sides again, returning to the positions
they had been bound in for so long, and gave up on moving, just feeling
the aches and pains in her body throb through whatever drugs they had
pumped her full of when she was asleep. She hurt too much to try to get
up or do anything.
Part of her feared that this was just a dream, and that if she fell
asleep, she would wake up with that ring in her mouth and her hands
bound again, but that didn't stop her from slipping back into
unconsciousness, and experiencing a far more natural sleep.
Heather woke to find herself still as freed as she was when she had
fallen back asleep, and thirst pushed her to move enough to at least
stand up, a task she found far easier with her hands to assist her. She
approached the drink station and noticed that the text on the screen had
changed.
*TO dRINK, PLACE LIPS AROUNd THE HEAd OF THE PENIS ANd SUCK GENTLY.
CONTINUE SWALLOWING UNTIL ALL FLUId HAS bEEN EJECTEd, ANY SPILLAGE WILL
RESULT IN PUNISHMENT. ANY USE OF TEETH WILL RESULT IN PUNISHMENT.*
It wasn't a big difference, but she noticed it and sighed, realizing
that it was a modification to the routine to account for her being able
to close her mouth now.
'Great...' she said, though her voice sounded different to her, parched
and scratchy from lack of use, but also deeper, huskier. She put her
hand to her throat and rubbed it, frowning at the change.
Still, it changed nothing, she was thirsty and needed a drink. She knelt
before the station and took the head of the flaccid dong into her mouth
and started sucking, being careful of her teeth. The fluid began to
surge into her mouth, and tasted like plain warm water, but the
vibrations of '˜reward' never started.
She missed it... the pleasure... and her hand moved reflexively to rub
at the front of her panty, trying to get any sensation of pleasure to
her heated sex as she swallowed the fast spray of water obediently. She
was horny, she could tell that, her body craving the lacking attention
for her doing her job. Her hips shifted side to side and her thighs
closed, and she couldn't help but give a frustrated groan around the
cock in her mouth.
It wasn't until she pulled her lips off that silicone toy and swallowed
the last of the water that she caught sight of her reflection in the
plastic panel. Her lips, once a nice pale rose hue, were white as snow,
whiter than the surrounding skin. She put her fingers to her lips and
shuddered. That was why they had hurt and felt so dry.
'They bleached my lips!' she gasped out, pulling her lower lip down and
out to see the slow transition from white to the pink inside her mouth.
'Why the hell did you bleach my lips!?' She knew there would be no
answer, but she couldn't stop herself from shouting it out towards the
cameras at the corners of the room.
She smacked the flat of her hand against the wall between the two
plastic panels in frustration, and then sighed, there was nothing she
could do about it, but the change soured her stomach all the same.
She looked to the feed station and read the new instructions there.
*TO FEEd, USE THROAT, LIPS, TONGUE, SUCTION, ANd CARESSES TO STIMULATE
THE PENIS UNTIL THE AROUSAL bAR IS FULLY CHARGEd. USE OF TEETH WILL bE
PUNISHEd. bITING WILL RESULT IN SYSTEM RESET ANd PUNISHMENT.*
below the words was a long strip, like a loading bar for a computer
program, currently all in red. There were tick marks above the strip at
twenty-five percent, fifty percent, and seventy-five percent.
She frowned at the new and more vague instructions, realizing that a
whole new element had been entered into her routine. She could no longer
focus on mechanical, she had to learn what the system '˜liked' and master
that, with no more instructions than the small blurb and the arousal bar.
Without even thinking about the connotations, Heather found herself
muttering, 'Fuck that.'
She left the food station where it was and went to lay down again,
closing her eyes and trying to relax. She couldn't decide of the changes
were a good sign or a bad sign, nor could she figure out what the
endgame was. She had no idea who had kidnapped her, but all she could
envision were tales of white slave trades, and the possibility of ending
up some African warlord's slave, or some oil baron in the Middle East's
harem girl.
Heather ended up drinking three more times, and peeing twice before she
finally worked up the nerve to try out the new feeding station.
She started out with just licking the tip to see how much that made the
bar move, and watched as a tiny sliver of green appeared on the left
edge of the bar. It stayed there for a short while before dropping back off.
'Fuck... no more taking breaks.' she grumbled in that new huskier voice
of hers. She tried to think of what she had heard gossiped about giving
a blow job, to try to imagine what the people who made this infernal
device might have programmed it for, but not having much more than vague
'˜friend of a friend' tales, she really didn't have any good hints. She
knew how to get the thing into her throat, so she decided to start with
that, though forcing the length of that silicone toy into her throat
barely filled as much as the lick did. She went back to licking,
repeatedly and over different areas, trying to see what the toy liked
best. She managed to get the arousal bar halfway to twenty-five percent
before it seemed to stop gaining. At that point, she decided to try
sucking on the tip, and was more thrilled than she was proud to admit to
see the bar start to fill further.
Apparently the simulation got bored of the same thing over and over, and
liked more intense sensations later in the game. It felt like it took
forever to mix and match licking, sucking, caressing and finally using
her throat to be rewarded with a few spurts of the pudding meal. Every
time she thought she had the system down, it started to demand something
different, all without any clues as to what, forcing her to experiment
and fiddle around to keep the machine happy.
The lack of the buzzing reward between her legs didn't help her
frustration, or her horniness. She got herself another drink and then
moved to lay down on the floor again, grunting, 'I almost miss the old
monotonous way...'
The aches and pains in her body took several of her '˜days' to wear off,
and for her to get back into the routine of drinking and feeding. The
feed station never seemed to be the same way twice, and after each
success, it demanded more and more complexity from her. It forced her to
think about what she was doing, which she found even more humiliating
and degrading than just going through the motions. Her options were to
please the machine though, or starve, so she spent her days struggling
to get a meal before her mouth and tongue were worn out. It was on the
second of those days that she first got punished for the use of teeth.
She was trying to get a meal, bobbing her head up and down the shaft
quickly, only to scrape the underside with her bottom teeth.
A harsh spike of electricity coursed from the plug in her ass forward
through her loins, followed by nine others, spaced to shock her every
other second. It was the same punishment as spilling, but without the
ring gag to stop her, her mouth clenched.
Her teeth bit into the silicone toy and she watched the bar drop from
somewhere near ninety percent to zero, and felt a new series of shocks
start, even as the first continued. This new punishment didn't come from
the plug in her rear, instead it came from the place where the
vibrations used to, a hard jolt right over her clitoris.
She threw herself back off of the toy and screamed in pain at this new
punishment, feeling the two punishments alternate, first a shock to her
ass, then a shock to her clit, over and over until both had finished
their ten shocks.
by the time it was done, she had wet herself, and lay quivering on the
ground as her urine flowed towards the drain at the far end of the room,
feeling her muscles twitch from after-spasms left in the wake of the
electric abuse. Her eyes were clouded with tears and her pussy felt like
it had been fried. There were no sounds of sizzling or smell of burned
flesh, but that didn't stop her imagination from going to the worst
possible places.
The lack of reward meant that the learning curve was slower, and the
feeding station was very generous with punishments, making her quite
timid for the next couple of drink cycles as she tried to master her
skills and keep her teeth as far from the silicone erection as she
could. Her body was well trained from earlier rewards, however. Just
thinking about getting a drink or a meal set her pussy tingling, making
her belly feel empty and needy and the muscles of her pelvis flutter and
clench. And then it happened...
One morning she got her drink, a liter of beer, which set her abuzz and
left her as tipsy as always. Most of her punishments came on beer days
thanks to that. She looked at the dick and couldn't help grinning as in
her lust, alcohol and hormone addled mind, she started to create a fantasy.
She wasn't in the room. She was in a hotel, and that wasn't a wall, it
was some underwear model stud, hot and eager for her. She started to
kiss and tease at the dick, then curl her tongue around it, before
taking it into her mouth and suckling at it in slow bobs over its
length. She didn't even pay attention to the bar, letting the fantasy
claim her.
One hand pressed to the wall to support her bobbing, and the other
slipped between her legs, trying to rub at her pussy through that
chastity panty she wore. She groaned in frustration, drawing her head
off the toy to mutter, 'It isn't enough...'
Her hand trailed up her body as she went back to work, rubbing at her
flat chest and pinching at her swollen and stiff nipples. She moaned at
the pleasure she got, and sped up her work on the dick, but it still
wasn't enough.
Her hand raised further, rubbing at the cock in a jerking motion for a
moment before sliding across her cheek as she dove low, taking the
entire length into her throat. Without thinking about it, her fingers
twisted and twined in her hair, grabbing a good fist full of the short
blonde hair that was still growing back out. In her fantasy, it was his
hand in her hair. He was eager for more, like she was. It wasn't enough.
She began to pull her head down by the hair, over that cock again and
again. It wasn't a simulated silicone penis anymore, or a feed station.
In her mind it was flesh and blood, and her head was being pulled over
it again and again as it fucked her throat.
Something clicked inside her. She felt the cum... the pudding... surge
into her mouth in spurt after spurt, and swallowed it down eagerly,
feeling her own body respond. She almost bit the toy again as she felt
her body hit its bliss without a single touch to her pussy. No
vibrations or buzzing, no touching or grinding, just feeling that orgasm
hit the back of her throat before her pussy started to clench and flutter.
It wasn't the most intense orgasm of her life, but it was the first she
had managed since the rewards stopped, and it was so needed. She fell to
her back, drunk on pleasure and beer, and felt her body tingle as her
head spun.
It was the last time she would think of the toys as being anything but
real cocks of needy young men who were hot for her and her skills.
She threw herself into wicked fantasies and improbable events, all with
hot yet faceless men. The most common for the drinking station...
especially during beer days... was that she was at a party, and the
bathrooms were busy. Her date couldn't hold it, so she held it for him.
Her favorite for the feeding station was to be in a changing room at the
mall when a guy walks in and demands that she pleasure him. The stories
became more elaborate, but the theme always revolved around her mouth
and his cock. She experienced little orgasms more and more often from
these fantasies, which just fueled them further.
She barely noticed as the pudding got blander and thinner and as the
drinks got hotter and saltier. In her mind, it was an expected change,
as cum couldn't really taste like pudding, and she knew that piss didn't
taste like apple cider or lemonade. She adapted to the slow change and
let it make her fantasies all the more realistic.
She didn't really take notice at all until one morning she woke to find
the drink tank filled halfway with some clear fluid. She frowned at
that, as it didn't fit the pattern. The fluid turned out to be water,
unsalted and fresh, though still heated. She was surprised at how
refreshing it was, as her body was a bit dehydrated from all the salt in
the drinks. She drank at that flaccid cock until her stomach couldn't
handle anymore, causing her to get her first punishment in a while from
taking on more than she could swallow. The fluid ran its course, and she
moved to lean her back against the corner above the drain, sighing in
relief as she pissed through that tiny hole in the chastity panty. About
ten seconds after she started, she heard a gurgling on the other side of
the room, and looked up.
To her surprise and horror, she could see an amber-yellow liquid
trickling into the drink tank from a tube in the top of it. Her guts
clenched as she realized the significance. The liquid stopped flowing
into the tank about ten seconds after she stopped pissing, mixing with
the remaining water in the tank and rendering it soft yellow hue.
'Oh no... please no... come on!' Heather found herself protesting. She
knew what was going on, it was the only thing that made sense. That was
her pee. The room had moved it from the drain to her drink tank and
mixed it in with the water.
She held off drinking as long as she could after that, but eventually
her body needed more fluids, and she found herself forced to return to
that flaccid cock. She sucked at it gently and discovered that her fears
were confirmed, as the fluid that splashed into her mouth tasted very
much like watered down piss.
Worse, she found that piss became less watered down each time she had to
go to the bathroom, as there was less and less fresh water to water it
down with. The saltier and the more acrid the fluid became, the more it
fit in with her fantasies, and her shame and orgasms increased in equal
measure.
Eventually there wasn't enough water in the liquid to sate her thirst,
and she guessed that the tank must be nothing more than urine that her
body continued to concentrate every time it passed through her. It was
almost more than she could endure.
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Heather groaned, her head was throbbing, and felt heavy. She opened her
eyes, feeling a stale breeze on her face, and was stunned to find that
she wasn't in the room that had become her life. She was sitting on a
cold surface, and looking around herself in a panic let her see four
walls surrounding her, close and dirty, etched with scratched and drawn
graffiti.
A toilet stall...
She glanced down at herself and was surprised to find that she was in
the same clothing she had been wearing when she had been abducted a
lifetime ago. It all felt weird... scratchy and wrong... after so long
spent naked in the room.
She stood up and slid the bolt on the stall door and stepped out into
the public bathroom, and gasped.
Across from her was a wall length mirror with all the sinks under it in
a row. It was the first clear view of her face since she had been abducted.
Her hair was no longer blonde. It had been styled into a cute pixie cut,
feathered and tousled, and dyed a vibrant electric purple hue. Her
bleached white lips were no longer white, instead they were a very
bright '˜fuck me' pink, and looked wet and glossy.
Her fingers went to her lips and rubbed, but the pink didn't come off.
She stepped closer to the mirror and her mouth fell open. It had been
tattooed on, a bright hot metallic pink permanent lipstick coating,
sparkling in the bathroom light vulgarly.
She looked thinner than she had before, but not malnourished or gaunt,
just... more defined. Worse or better, Heather couldn't decide, her hips
stretched the jeans almost painfully, clearly having filled out during
her captivity despite the relative good fit of the rest of her clothes.
She dug into the pockets of her coat and found a prepaid cellphone, a
twenty dollar bill, and a foil strip of four condom packets.
She stepped out of the bathroom, flinching a bit at the bright light of
the day, feeling the crisp air. She could see the nearly naked trees
with fresh green buds on their branches and pulled the phone from her
pocket, thumbing the on button. The date placed the time as mid March of
the next year. Six months. She had been gone for six months.
The first call she made was to her mother. The next week was filled with
a lot of hugs and crying, and too many interviews by detectives to keep
track of. Everyone wanted to know where she had been, how she had
escaped, and what had happened in the last six months.
She didn't tell her mother that she had been anything but kidnapped. She
couldn't bear to tell her the truth about the event that had occurred.
She told the police, however, after they promised not to tell her
mother. She then had to tell a therapist as well.
She was inspected by a doctor soon after her rescue from the park she
had been left in, which was less than twenty miles from her apartment
home. She was honestly surprised that her hymen was still intact, and
less surprised to find that her lips weren't the only tattoo. She bore a
tramp stamp in bold black, a circle of text that read '˜CERTIFIEd URINAL
ANd COCKSUCKER' around a large stylized '˜A' with the word '˜GRAdE'
written across it. A stamp of approval, certifying her as a grade '˜A'
urinal and and cocksucker.
Her mother insisted that it be removed, but Heather convinced the
doctors to leave it where it was. She claimed that she would rather have
a vulgar tramp stamp than some big tattoo removal scar. She couldn't
tell the truth. She couldn't tell her mother that she wanted to keep the
tattoo because you don't go through the education to burn your diploma.
She couldn't admit that she felt a surge of warm pride at the vulgar tattoo.
The tattoos weren't the only changes, though they were the only ones
that people could see. Her stomach had shrunk from the long liquid diet,
so she found herself eating like a bird, satisfied after only small
portions. More importantly, she couldn't stop herself from staring at
the crotches of men and boys as she passed them. She suddenly understood
how boys felt as they stared at girls' chests.
She just kept imagining what their dicks must look like, and wondering
what they tasted like. She knew she was hooked, and part of her didn't
really mind.
Her mother hired her a high school senior to help tutor her and catch
her up on the last six months of missed schooling. He had heard about
the kidnapping, apparently everyone had, and wanted to know more about
it. He was cute, if something of a nerd, but he was also a high school
senior, so he was way cooler than her own eighth grader status. She
couldn't help herself, and she told him the story.
dave Cillford, her tutor, didn't believe her at first, but after a ten
minute blow job, he was a believer, and her boyfriend. dave tutored her
three times a week, and they ended every session with a blow job,
technically he called it a reward for studying hard. She also met him on
weekends, for dates after sneaking out. She suspected that her mother
knew, but the two of them didn't talk about it directly.
He didn't mind playing out Heather's fantasies, and more over, he seemed
to think that her wanting to suck off other guys was cool. He even
showed her where a few glory holes were in town, after explaining to her
what they were. She enjoyed that he would share her with his friends in
high school too, and before the end of the year she had a bit of a
reputation. She was the youngest girl invited to Senior Prom, and her
mouth got a real workout that night. She still had her virginity, but
she did let dave enjoy her ass that night, something he seemed to enjoy
a lot more than she did. She far preferred sucking cock than having it
shoved up her butt.
She had started to think of her time in the strange room as the best
thing that ever happened to her.
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Freshman year of high school hadn't seen many changes for Heather. Her
chest was still flat, and tests that the doctors did proved that it
would probably stay that way, as injections her kidnappers had given her
had destroyed the milk ducts and breast tissue, and her hormones had
nothing to trigger breast development in. Her hips had filled out, as
had her ass, but she would be flat chested the rest of her life.
dave didn't care, he was fond of telling her that with lips like hers,
tits were irrelevant. It made her feel a little bit better.
It was early October, and Heather was walking home from school, talking
to her classmate Mindy about the plans dave had to introduce her to his
fraternity in a few weeks at their first party, when she had a sudden
sense of deja vu.
down the street from where they were, she saw a maintenance van parked
part way onto the curb.
Heather bit her lip and said, 'Uh, go on Mindy, I need to tie my shoe.
I'll catch up.' and she dropped to one knee to fumble with her laces as
she watched Mindy shrug and turn to walk further on down the road, her
huge breasts bouncing before her in her too-tight t-shirt. Heather
watched two men slip out of the van behind Mindy, wearing black ski
masks. One of them grabbed her from behind and pushed a cloth over her
mouth. The other turned and looked at Heather. She gave him a big pink
lipped smile and saw him chuckle before helping the other pull the
struggling d-cup teen into the van.
Heather stood up and waved as the van drove off, calling out, 'See you
in six months, Mindy!'
Fin.
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